Title: Until I Collapse.
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own a thing.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Survivor Series, 11/14/2004 and onwards from there.
Summary: Lita gets some alleviation to her frustrations in more than one way. Includes: Lita, Victoria, John Cena & others.
Notes: The Lita/Matt/Kane angle never happened.

Thank you so much to justagirl8225 and randy-lover-4ever for the reviews! I don't know if I'd continued this story without your reviews. :)

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Lita had a cattish smile on her face as she made her way up the ramp, after her match against Molly Holly. She watched with hidden – or not so hidden – pleasure, as Trish Stratus screamed her lungs out in the ring, pounding the mat in a very child-like manner. The redhead found it extremely entertaining that the blonde woman was acting this way.

There she was, lashing her hands in the air like the whining little brat that she was. And the mask she was wearing. That was part of the reason why the redhead had a wide smile on her face. First when she heard Trish's music after she had just won, she had been purely annoyed. Annoyed and ready to kick her ass for showing her face out there.

But then the petite blonde had walked out, looking so pathetic and ridiculous with the mask on her face, that the redhead had had a hard time containing her laughter. Oh the mask. What a wonderful reminder of what she'd done. She could just imagine how hard it was for Trish to cover her face with the…thing. She chuckled. Oh well, it did kind of suit her.

Back to the present, she walked behind the curtain, the screams and cheers of the crowd like music to her ears. In front of her, the broad hall opened revealing several people, mostly stagehands but there were a few wrestlers hanging out too. She waved at Chris Benoit and Chris Jericho who were chatting quietly – or Benoit was – near the wall in one corner. As expected, Benoit only nodded in acknowledge of the redhead and Jericho waved a hand and winked.

She shook her head, smiling before she turned her attention elsewhere as she rounded a corner. And hit something. Or someone. Whatever it was, she found herself, yet again, lying flat on the floor. She closed her eyes, holding her head as it stung from the contact with the floor. She groaned at the feeling and the fact that she'd been knocked down – again. This was not funny anymore.

Not that it had been funny anyway.

And it sure as hell wouldn't be funny to the person who she'd collided with. With an angry huff she went to stand up, only to feel an arm wrap around her hand, pulling her up. Her eyes opened as she snatched her arm away from her helper, ready to slap the person. Until she saw who it was.

"We just keep on meeting like this, don't we?" John Cena asked with an amused smile.

She huffed as she stood beside him, doing her best to glare at the man. "You know, knocking people down is not considered a good way of making new friends."

He raised an eyebrow. "Who says I want to make any new friends?"

She shrugged. "Just thought you should know."

"I know that. Besides, it was an accident."

"If it was, then this is the time to apologize. If you have any manners, that is."

"You're the one who should apologize, not me," he stated, causing the redhead to scowl. "Me?" She asked in disbelief and when he nodded, she huffed again. "This is the second time you knock me down on my ass and you expect me to apologize to you for that?"

He rolled his eyes as he addressed the redheaded diva. "No, but you could apologize for running into me and for not looking where you were going."

Lita threw her hair over her shoulder in annoyance. "I was looking where I was going. And I – "

"So you intentionally threw yourself at me?" John smirked as her eyes widened in something resembling a shock.

"I did not throw myself at you! I – "

"Accidentally fell on top of me?"

"No!" She glared at him fiercely, frowning when his smile only widened. "You're a jerk."

She went to push past him, but he grabbed her by the arm, causing the redhead to jerk around and scowl at him. "What – "

"I'm sorry," he said, the smile gone from his face as he looked at her. "I was only kidding. I didn't mean to offend you." He watched as the scowl slowly faded from her face, before adding. "And I'm sorry for knocking you down again. That certainly wasn't my intent."

"It better not have been," the redhead said sternly, even though a small smile was forcing its way to her face, "cause if you had, you'd be in big trouble, buddy."

John smirked. "So I'm out of trouble now even though I knocked you down?"

Lita shrugged. "I guess. Just don't do that again," she made a face, "because falling down onto a concrete floor isn't that nice."

"I try not to."

"Only try?"

"What more can I do?"

Lita's shoulders shrugged again, the redhead smiling slightly. "You could buy me ice-cream. I don't have my wallet with me, and I feel like eating a sundae or something."

He raised a brow, the corners of his mouth lifting up to a smirk. "You want me to buy you ice-cream?"

Lita rolled her eyes, glancing at the Smackdown! star. "No, I want you to sing Jingle Bell's." This received a roll of the eyes from Cena, too. Lita raised an eyebrow then. "Or you could just give me the money and I'll go by it myself."

"Why should I?" He challenged.

"Well, let me think…" Lita set her index finger onto her chin thoughtfully, "…maybe because you should make up for the damage you've done to my self-esteem by causing me to fall down on my ass. Twice."

"You won't let me forget that, do you?" He chuckled softly as she replied.

"Hell no, I won't."

"You okay then? "

"Yeah, just fine."

"Well, then," he smirked, "Shall we go?"

"You really gonna buy me ice-cream?"

He shrugged. "It's the least I can do, isn't it?"

"I guess."

"Then let's go. The catering hall is just around the corner."

"I know it is."

"Yeah," he went to leave, halting when Lita didn't move. He glanced at the redhead. "You coming or not? The ice-cream offer will close if you're planning on standing there all night."

Lita rolled her eyes, quickly coming to walk beside him. "I'm coming alright."

Soon they reached the catering hall, the Smackdown! star digging his pocket to pick up his wallet to pay for the sundae Lita had picked and the water bottle he'd wanted. He glanced at the redheaded diva beside him. "You want something else?"

Lita shook her head, pointing to the sundae lying on the counter. "That'll do."

"Alright," he said as he tossed the money on the counter, grabbing the water bottle and the sundae. He gave the sundae to Lita, who readily accepted it. "Thanks."

He shrugged. "No problem, it's just ice-cream."

"Not just some ice-cream. It's chocolate sundae with truffle and caramel. Delicious."

He raised a brow, smirking as the diva took an eager bite of the sundae. "I didn't even know there was that kind of flavour."

"Neither did I."

"Then how do you know it's delicious?"

She rolled her eyes at him, before answering. "Because there is chocolate, truffle and caramel in the same sundae. That can't be bad." She licked her lips before taking another bite. "It is delicious," she confirmed.

When he only continued to look doubtful the diva offered the sundae to him. "Taste it."

He looked at her, surprised. "What?"

Lita rolled her eyes again. "Taste it. Take a bite, like this," she took a bite from the sundae to demonstrate. "See? Not that hard."

Cena rolled his eyes right back, as they found an empty seat at the rear end of the catering hall. He then answered hesitantly. "I don't know…"

"I don't have anything infectious, if that's what you're afraid of," Lita said with a smirk.

"No, that's not what I thought," he said quickly. "It's just…"

"You're uncomfortable with eating from a same ice-cream that I do? You're afraid of girl bacterium, huh?" She smirked. "That's what it was when I was 10 years old and in school."

He scowled at her, taking a seat across from her. "No I'm not. And I damn sure ain't afraid of no girl bacterium." He took in the smirk that still played on her face, before extending his hand. "Give it to me then, I'm sure it's not that good anyway."

Lita handed the object of their argument to the man on the other side of the table, who took it with a dubious expression on his face. As he took a bite from the increasingly diminishing sundae, his brows furrowed in thought. "You know, this ain't bad," he took another bite. "This ain't bad at all."

Lita smiled in triumph, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table. "I told you so."

A smirk appeared on Cena's face then as he leaned back on his seat. He glanced at the redhead, taking a bite from the sundae again. "In fact, I think it's so good that I'm going to eat it all by myself."

"No you won't," Lita said as she went to snatch the sundae from him. He only stretched his hand above his head and out of her reach, smirking at her vain attempts of catching it.

"Give it to me," she said as she gave up trying to reach the ice cream.

He raised a brow, an amused smile curving his lips. "Just a minute before you insisted that I eat it and now you're saying you don't want me to eat it?"

She huffed. "I told you to taste it, not eat it altogether," she extended her hand. "Now, hand it to me."

"Oh, I don't think I will," he said lazily as he took another bite from the sundae. "Besides, there's not that much left anyway."

Lita glared at him, waving her hand furiously in front of him. "It's my sundae, give it to me."

"I paid for it."

"I don't care. It's still mine," she pointed a finger towards him. "You bought it for me."

"Yeah, and now I'm takin' it back."

"You can't take it back."

"I just did."

Lita grabbed the water bottle that stood on his side of the table, opening it. "I'll throw water at you if don't give it back."

Cena raised an eyebrow. "And you don't think that's a bit childish?"

She smiled as she shrugged, swinging the bottle in her hand. "As childish as stealing ice cream from someone."

He snorted. "I didn't steal it, you gave it to me!"

"Yeah, but only so you could taste it," the redhead said patiently. "After that you're supposed to give it back to me."

"Maybe I don't want to give it back."

Lita raised an eyebrow. "Who's childish now?"

He was opening his mouth to retort, when a voice interrupted him.

"I think you're both acting more than a little childish right now."

Lita turned to glare at Chris Benoit, who had appeared next to their table. "And just how does this concern you?"

Benoit shrugged, gesturing with his hands at the two on either side of the table. "Well, I'd be willing to bet that you're little argument here has reached the ears of every person in this hall by now. I know it reached mine."

Lita quickly glanced at their surroundings before shrugging. "I don't really care."

Benoit raised a brow, settling himself next to Lita as she moved to the other side of the bench to let the Wolverine sit down. "So," he started. "Care to tell me why you're disturbing the peace of others by bickering about something like two spoiled little brats?"

Lita and Cena both started their protests at the same time.

"We're not – "

"We didn't – "

Benoit held his hand, with a wry smile on his face. "One at a time, please."

Lita huffed before continuing. "We're not spoiled little brats – at least I'm not. I can't speak for him though," she pointed to Cena then, who scowled, opening his mouth to protest but was interrupted again, this time by Lita.

"He stole my ice-cream."

Benoit's brows shot up in disbelief. "Are you serious?" At her firm nod, the Rabid Wolverine shook his head. "You mean you were arguing about ice-cream?"

Lita nodded. "But you should know that if everybody in this hall heard us."

Benoit rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"I paid for the ice-cream," John Cena stated.

Lita scowled at Cena, but answered to Benoit. "He bought it for me!"

Benoit looked at Cena curiously as he pointed to the sundae. "You bought her that ice-cream?"

Cena shrugged. "Well, yeah…"

"Then why do you have it?"

"She gave it to me."

"I did not," Lita quickly protested.

Cena glanced at Lita. "Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Yes you did."

"I only let you taste it. I didn't give it to you so you could eat it."

"Well I decided I wanted to eat it."

"You can't decide that. It's my ice-cream – "

"You shouldn't have given it to me."

"I wouldn't have if I'd known you'd steal it."

"I didn't steal it."

"Yes you did."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"No I – "

"ENOUGH," Benoit yelled, looking sternly at the two who looked back at him, startled. "You're acting like little children, fighting over candy. It's ridiculous and childish. Actually, come to think of it, you remind me of my two nieces," he glanced at the both of them, before continuing. "Who, by the way, are about twenty years younger than you two."

With that, he stood up and walked up to another table where Chris Jericho and Lilian Garcia were apparently waiting for him to return.

Lita and John glanced at each other, both starting to say something.

"You can keep the – "

"Here, you take the – "

Lita smiled, tugging her hair behind her ear. "You can keep the ice-cream if you want to."

"Nah, it's yours. Here." He offered the sundae for her, before frowning slightly as he looked at it, drawing it back. "Maybe we should just throw it away. It's melted already, so I ain't eating it anymore."

"I don't think I want it anymore either, so…"

"Yeah, well. I'll just…throw it away then."

"You do that," Lita said with a smile, before yawning broadly. "Um, I think I'm going to head back to the hotel now. I'd say I'll see you later, but I'm not sure if I want to see you again."

John looked at her puzzled, almost hurt and she quickly continued with a slight smirk. "You know, these two times that I've met you, you've managed to knock me down, so who's to say you don't do it again if we meet?"

John chuckled as they stood up, picking up the melted ice cream. "Well, I promised I wouldn't knock you down again."

Lita lifted a finger as she corrected him. "Actually, you said you'd try not to knock me down, there's a huge difference."

He smiled, walking beside her as they walked out of the catering hall. "Then how about I promise not to knock you down?"

"That works, I guess," she said graciously. "But you shall feel my wrath if you have the misfortune to cause me to fall again."

He smirked, throwing the sundae into a garbage can they passed. "No need to fear my lady, you have my word that I will never again cause you any pain."

Lita chuckled in delight, the two continuing up to the parking lot, chatting comfortably until they reached their rental cars. After bidding good night to each other, they both vanished into the night with a shriek of the wheels.

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I have no idea why I made them act so immaturely. I just did. Please leave a review.