A/N: Okay, this chapter is different in that the story's going to be narrated in the POV of neither Stacy nor Randy, but this time, it's Lita who's telling the tale. I warn you, this is one of the, if not the most serious chapter of They Stuck Me With You, and it elaborates one of the story's subplots, namely the one involving Batista, Lita and her secret admirer.

P.S. Notes to some reviewers:

Cleo Orton – See, I already had Gail in mind for that part. Since she's a nicer person than Trish, and one of Stacy's friends backstage (in this fic anyway), Stacy will have a harder time feeling jealous of Gail, thus adding to the drama. So, since I couldn't think of anything else to do with the Trish character, I had no other choice than to squeeze her in for that bit role as the snubbed one, LOL!

Chicken Legs – Well, here it is! I hope you enjoy reading. :)

Monique-lee16 - The font size isn't in my hands anymore. If you'll check any story on you'll see that we all use the same font style (Verdana) and font size (10). As for longer chapters, well, last chapter was actually the longest one I'd ever made.

Icy Rabbit, keikabee, MAVSFAN 2004 - Read on, the answers to your questions are up ahead in this chappie! ;)

Han Han Chan!!! - I use the name Lita because it's actually a sign of respect to wrestlers to call them by their ring names, even off-camera. Like, not many fellow wrestlers really call the Undertaker "Mark" (as in Mark Calloway) backstage. They respect him much, so they just call him 'Taker. So, same thing here with Lita and Stace.

Randy's Lil Lover – Thank you. :) And yeah, actually I did know that Chris Benoit was married. But it's fiction anyway, so for this story, he's a single guy. Hope you still like it, despite that wee bitty stray from reality. :)

Glow Box, RKOandLEGS, together, keikabee, Caroline M. James, huntersgirl, litachk9 and KeeKeeBaby – Thank you all so much for your glowing comments! Each and every one of you has really made my day! :D

WARNING! Some violence ahead in this chapter.

Chapter 8: Underdog of Your Heart

"Ow, you're hurting me!"

Dave loosened his grip on my waist as we continued walking to his car. "Sorry, doll, didn't mean to."

"It's okay." He gripped my wrist this time and led me---I don't know where this is, it's just some dark corner behind The Harbor Club. "Hey, this isn't the way to the parking lot! Dave, where the hell---"

"Shut up." Dave pinned me against the wall, and...he...proceeded to crush his lips against mine. Now on a normal day any girl (myself included) would kill to be manhandled by the oh-so-sexy Dave Batista, but this was totally uncalled for.

I struggled to push him off. "You know, Trish wasn't really all that accurate when she said that girls like it rough," I said, laughing nervously. He wouldn't stop.

"But Lita baby, you are so hot, I can't help it..."

"Dave, please stop..."

Ignoring my plea, he tightened his grip on my shoulders and started kissing my neck hungrily. I found it getting harder and harder to breathe since Dave was pushing his heavy body against mine. Not the perfect way to end what would have been the perfect date. This wasn't supposed to happen, damn it! But no matter what I tried, I knew I would never be able to overpower Dave Batista.

He started tearing apart my red lace dress (sucks, too, 'cause that was my favorite). If I didn't do something soon, I knew I would end up bruised, aching, bloody, violated...and scarred for life, both inside and out. There was only one thing I was physically able to do to save myself: scream for help.

I tried. I seem to have lost my voice.

Tried again. Nothing.

Took a deep breath, and tried for a third time, praying to God somebody would hear it. "PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!"

"Scream all you want. All the other ladies do," Dave laughed, keeping me pinned against the wall. Looking straight into those evil, sneering eyes made my blood begin to boil. God, I hate him.

My dress hung loosely on my body by the few threads left undamaged. I clutched on to it tightly as Dave tried to pull it off me by the hem, and thus began our tug-of-war with my poor, tattered dress. I took this opportunity to scream again for someone to save me. "HELP!!!"

"Resistance is futile, babe, deal with it. You know you want me."

I couldn't take it anymore. My fist almost involuntarily flew right towards his eye. Take that, you bastard.

"Ow!" He bent over and winced, holding both his hands to the eye that had just gotten introduced to my hand. Unfortunately for me, Dave got up quickly, and now held me up against the wall by my neck. I could barely breathe.

"Alright, you little bitch, you asked for it!"

Not wanting to see anything of the doom that awaited me, I shut my eyes and felt my body and my mind just...give up. I lost my battle against Dave Batista.

My whole world was slowly turning back as I was quickly running out of air, thanks to his iron-tight grip on my throat. Dave held my dress in his tight fist, ready to tear it off in just one pull and leave me at my most vulnerable. But before a single thread of the few that remained intact tore apart, I heard a loud "thunk!", followed by the sound of a body collapsing to the ground. It sure as hell wasn't mine, as I could feel myself still standing there against the wall, only this time, no one was pinning me up by the neck anymore. No one was holding on to my dress either. What happened?

Very slowly, I opened my eyes to find out.

Laying motionless on the floor was Dave Batista's unconscious body. I looked further up and I saw, standing in the shadows, the silhouette of a man a little less than six feet tall holding a lead pipe in his right hand. This man, I figured, was my rescuer.

"That son of a bitch," he muttered, looking down at Batista. Then, his eyes met mine. "Are you okay?"

"S-s-sure, I'll be fine."

Eyeing me up and down, he noticed all the bruises that covered my body and knew that I was a little less than okay. He took off his leather jacket and covered me with it. "Come on, I'll take you home."

I took this chance to see who my hero was now that he had stepped into the dim light, and I found myself looking into the eyes of...

...Shane Helms.

Can you say "shocker"?

Shane drove me back home in his car, and I was now lying on my couch as he sat near me, treating my wounds. He may have looked different than his on-screen character The Hurricane, with his hair a nice shade of brown instead of green, plus a white shirt and leather jacket instead of his usual dorky superhero costume, but either way, he was still a hero. My hero.

He carried me to my bed and tucked me in. "Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself, Lita?"

"Yes, I'll be fine," I replied, nodding.

"I ought to be going then. See you on Monday."

He stood up and turned to walk out the bedroom door, but I held on to his hand. "Hey, Shane?"

"Yeah?"

I paused for a moment, looking deep into his eyes. "I...can't thank you enough, I really can't. I owe you my life."

Shane smiled softly. "S'alright, Li," he said, squeezing my hand. A few seconds of silence passed between us, when he finally spoke again. "But...I gotta tell you something."

"What is it?"

He nervously tugged at his collar and looked everywhere except at me. What could he possibly have to say to me that is so important?

"I...uh...you know..."

"Know what?"

"You know that there's a guy in the Raw locker room who's been sending you lots of gifts and stuff, right? A secret admirer?"

Funny, I'd forgotten about that up until this moment. "Yeah, why?"

"Because you see...I gotta confess...that...I'm that guy, Li."

I was floored. "What?"

"I'm in love with you. It's okay if you don't feel the same way, but I just had to tell you the truth, because...what I feel for you is a feeling that isn't gonna be going away anytime soon." He took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. "But it's okay, I can just bury my feelings and live my life on as Shane Helms, a.k.a. The Hurricane, Sunday Night Heat's ultimate underdog...and in addition to that, the underdog of your heart. Point is, I'm in love with you, Lita, and I always will be, requited or not."

It took me a while to finally say something. "Well...I'm absolutely speechless," I told him honestly.

"You know, it's alright, I ought to get going anyway," he muttered and quickly stood up to leave, but again, I didn't let go of his hand. I just knew I couldn't. I know true love when I see it, and I wasn't letting it slip right through my fingers that easily.

"Stay. Please, Shane, stay with me."

He turned around to face me. "Really?"

"Yes." I stood up, laid my hands on his cheek, and kissed him softly. Gently. Sweetly. Hopefully then he'll understand that I really meant what I said.

I spent hours just lying in his arms as he held me close to him. "Can you just spend the rest of the night with me, Shane? I don't wanna be alone."

"Sure, Li...I'll be right here for you, whenever you need me, for the rest of your life. I promise."

And then, I knew: I'd finally found that someone who would make my entire world alright again.

A/N: Yes, people, the mystery's been revealed, and the secret admirer really is Shane Helms! I know some of you may be disappointed with my decision, perhaps hoping it would've been a Hardy boy, but I hope you all still like my story (and hopefully some of you approve my decision). See, I just couldn't resist it...I love rooting for the underdog, I suppose. :)

Check back next time to find out how Randy and Stacy are doing while all this was going on, or where Lilian and Chris are headed next, and whatever other surprises that are in store, all in the following installment of They Stuck Me With You! Thanks a lot, people!

Love lots,

Cold-Zephyr