So, does it feel like maybe you've read this little ditty before? That's very possible. I'm just re-uploading stories that I use to have on here previously. Somehow, I lost my account, so I've been slowly putting these older storiesback. If you haven't read this one, I hope you enjoy it. I actually liked how it turned out. Please take a moment and leave a review!

Title: Déjà Vu (1?)
Category: WWE
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are owned by WWE. I own none.
Distribution: Private. Please ask me.
Summary: After Lita speaks her mind to Bischoff, she is attacked by Rosie & Jamal. All three members of Team Extreme are affected.
Spoilers/Notes: Set after the 10/1/02 episode of "Raw", except that I am taking creative license and changing what really happened.

"Oh my God." Jeff thought, staring at the monitor in the men's locker room. Raw had just kicked off, and Bischoff had called Lita to the ring. He started to berate her about comments she'd made about Smackdown currently being the better show. Jeff didn't disagree with her. "I have a really bad feeling about this."

On the screen, Jeff watched mesmerized as Lita lay into Bischoff, telling him how the wrestlers risk their lives for him night after night. They would respect him more if he'd show them a little respect.

"Whoa, Hardy." Jeff was slapped on the back as Booker T approached him, coming to stand behind him for a better view of the monitor. "Little Red's a little frisky tonight, huh?"

Goldust walked up to join his tag team partner beside the youngest Hardy. "If you ask me, the girl's got a death wish," Goldust said to the other two men in the room. He continued, "No one speaks to that jerk that way without some type of punishment."

"I know that first hand," Jeff muttered, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. Bischoff had certainly been giving him a rough way to go since he stood up for himself a few weeks back, booking him into matches with the Big Show and other assorted handicap matches. He turned to look at the other two. "Guys, this doesn't smell right."

Back in the ring, things started to get extremely dangerous, as Bischoff called out his two goons, Rosie and Jamal, under the guise of needing three minutes. As soon as Lita heard the words "three minutes", she knew she'd been set up. Nervously, she glanced all around the ring, seeking out the attackers she knew would be coming. Almost catlike, Rosie was suddenly on her right side, while Jamal approached her from the left. Lita sought out an escape route, which seemed to be no where in sight.

"Hardy, LOOK!" screamed Booker T, drawing Jeff's attention back to the screen. "Those punks are after your girl!" Jeff watched in horror for a second while Lita was pursued by the menacing figures. Cursing profusely, Jeff bolted from the locker room, running full speed for the ring, Booker T and Goldust just steps behind him.

His mind raced as fast as his feet did as he raced to the ring to save his friend. Jeff couldn't let them hurt her. Not now. Not while her recovery was going so well. Rosie and Jamal were ruthless and wouldn't think twice about slamming the pretty redhead around the mat. They'd seriously hurt her without thinking twice about it. He couldn't let that happen. With that thought, he rushed even faster towards the redhead and the chaos in the ring.

Stalked like an animal. That's how Lita felt as she looked feverishly around the ring for an exit. She had been completely set up by Bischoff, and now he was going to make her pay for her earlier words. Bischoff was cruel, and his goons Rosie and Jamal were no better. They had no respect for anyone, much less an injured woman.

She darted out of Rosie's grasp, ducking towards the far corner, hoping to jump out of the ring. However, Jamal was there, catching the redhead by the arm, keeping her from leaving the ring. Bischoff had rolled out of the ring, and was now standing on the outside, laughing maniacally at the situation unfolding inside the ring. Jamal spun Lita around to face him. She pleaded to him, holding her neck firmly, as if to show him that she was already hurt. Jamal laughed evilly, walking closer to Lita. Lita backed away, fear in her eyes, only to back directly into Rosie.

"Please, no. Don't do this," she begged.

Rosie laughed, catching the redhead. Lita turned on him suddenly, doing what her instincts taught her to do long ago. She took a swing at him, hitting him squarely across his cheek. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to phase the brute and only seemed to make him more angry.

"Jamal, show this bitch what happens when you disrespect the boss," Rosie said to his brother, his eyes trained squarely on Lita.

Lita's eyes widened in fear. "No, please. I didn't mean it. I won't say anything el…" her words were cut off as she was grabbed from behind and picked up by Jamal.

"Nooooooo!" Lita screamed futilely, as Jamaal hoisted her up, planting her horizontically on his shoulders, then falling backwards, letting his weight land fully on her. As she crashed to the mat, she was knocked a little silly, her head bouncing off the mat with a loud thud. She instinctively tried to raise her arm towards her neck, the pain she felt throughout her body immeasurable.

As if to add insult to injury, Rosie climbed the turnbuckle, turning to laugh at the crowd, pointing to his motionless victim laying on the mat. The crowd booed, screaming their disapproval. Down at ringside, Bischoff led a count off for Rosie, and on three, Lita's situation got even worse as Rosie dove off the turnbuckle, landing squarely on the redhead. Lita was knocked out completely, succumbing quickly to darkness. She lay unmoving on the mat.

Just then Jeff burst through the curtain, running full speed down the ramp to help his fallen friend. Diving into the ring, he came to his feet, leaping at Jamal, pounding on the much larger man with all his might. Behind him, he heard Booker T and Goldust enter the ring, taking on Rosie.

Jeff's anger blinded him, and although Jamal was much larger, Jeff was quicker. Jeff matched Jamal blow for blow, pounding on the larger man, using his quickness to get in a few additional licks and kicks to Jamal's mid-section.

Seeing that they were outnumbered, Rosie and Jamal rolled from the ring, fleeing the fight. Meeting up with Bischoff on the ramp, they traded obscenities with Booker T and Goldust, who were leaning over the ropes daring the two men to return.

Jeff rushed to Lita's side, dropping beside her. She was out cold, but appeared to be breathing ok. "I'm so sorry, Li. I'm so sorry," he said softly to her over and over again. "Please wake up," he said as he softly patted her on the cheek.

"Hey, man, don't move her," Booker said, dropping down beside Jeff. "Her neck could be broke again."

"Here comes the medics," Goldust added, speaking to Jeff, who simply nodded.

The medics arrived, bringing with them a stretcher. They were definitely going to need that. Jeff stayed beside his friend, holding her hand as the medics looked her over. Soon, she began to come to, moaning softly and muttering.

"Jeff?" she said weakly, struggling to move her head.

"Ssh, Lita. I'm here. Don't move," he said, reaching out to stop her from moving her head. Quickly, the medic placed an immobilization unit around her neck.

"It hurts, Jeff. It hurts," she said softly.

"I know. I'm so sorry. I came as quickly as I could."

Lita tried to nod, but grimaced in pain instead. The pain was actually helping her come more to herself, as she awoke more from her unconscious state.

"Lita, I'm Tom and this is Virgil," the taller of the two medics said, bending over the prone redhead. "We're here to help you, but I need you to stay still and not move your head. We're going to help you onto this stretcher and take you to the hospital. Ok?"

"Ok," she said simply. She went to move her leg then, as if to help position herself to get on the stretcher.

"Jeff?" she said suddenly, panic in her voice.

"I'm here Lita. I didn't go anywhere."

"Jeff, please help me." She was panicking now.

"Lita," he said, rubbing her hand soothingly between his. "I'm right here. What is it?"

"Jeff," she said, tears springing into her eyes. "I can't move my legs."

Jeff felt his heart drop into his stomach. Her words hit him like a brick. He didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to comfort her, but no words came out.

TBC...