Chapter 2
"Oh! That damn Edge, he is pulverizing Matt Hardy!" J.R. exclaimed.
"And Lita is standing outside that steel cage cheering her man on!" King pointed out. "Look at those puppies!"
"Puppies are the least of Matt Hardy's concern. Remember, this match doesn't end until one of them escapes from the cage or pins their opponent," J.R. said.
"Look, J.R., Lita's unlocking the cage door! And she's going in with that briefcase!"
"I smell trouble cooking, King," J.R. said. "Oh! And look! It's...Triple H!"
"With a sledgehammer!" King noticed.
"The Cerebral Assassin is making a beeline for the ring, King! I wonder what he's doing here?"
Both announcers sat back to watch the scene unfold before their eyes, thinking, This definitely wasn't in the script!
Triple H ran down the ramp shirtless, wearing some sweats. His hair flew behind him, and he held the sledgehammer steady.
Edge and Lita, in the ring, watched Triple H running down the ramp and looked at each other.
"What the hell is he doing?" Lita asked nervously.
"I'm sure he'll explain when he gets in here," Edge said anxiously, although he was wondering that same thing, too.
Triple H entered the ring and immediately gave Edge a hellacious spear, knocking him off balance and forcing him to the mat.
"Change of plans, Edge," Triple H said gruffly, before getting up and beginning to give him one hell of a whipping.
"What the hell are you doing? Stop!" Lita yelled frantically as she noticed Edge bleeding from his forehead. "This isn't in the script!"
"The script has been revised!" Triple H told her, setting Edge up for a pedigree.
"No!" Lita yelled, raising her briefcase to hit Hunter. She needed some way to prevent him from delivering the Pedigree to her lover.
"Oh no you don't!" Matt Hardy exclaimed, grabbing Lita from behind.
"What the hell is going on, Matt?" Lita asked as he shoved her into a corner of the ring.
"Hell if I know, but let's go with it," Matt whispered. Louder so the fans could hear, he yelled, "This is what you get when you betray me! Your little lover boy doesn't look so tough now, does he?"
"Make him stop!" Lita yelled as Hunter gave Edge a Pedigree.
"And why would he do that, huh?" Hunter asked, making his way over to them. Edge lay flat on his face, barely moving. He was, quite literally, a bloody pulp.
Matt slowly backed away as Hunter made his way over to the corner.
"What are you waiting for? Do something! Pin him!" Hunter exclaimed, pointing over at Edge.
"O-ok..." Matt hurried over to Edge so he could pin him, more confused than ever.
"You," Hunter said, looking at Lita. "You, come with me!"
"No... Why?" she asked.
"I'll explain backstage," he said. "Now come on!"
"No way!" she exclaimed. "Look at what you've done to Edge!"
"I had to! Now I don't have the time or patience to argue with you!" He shoved her through the door of the cage, then grabbed his sledgehammer and came out as well.
Lita ran around to the other side of the ring. Although she was fast, Hunter was faster. He caught her and picked her up. Effortlessly, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her, kicking and screaming, backstage.
"Quit screaming!" he ordered her, and she immediately stopped. He had used his I Mean Business! tone, and she knew that something was up.
He carried her to a deserted hallway, then put her down and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes. The sledgehammer clattered to the floor and the sound echoed off the walls. He sank down on the floor until he fell into a sitting position.
"Hunter? You ok?" Lita asked, forgetting her concern for Edge.
"Not really," he said, putting his head in his hands. "We have a big problem."
She kneeled down beside him, one hand on his arm. "We have a big problem?"
He nodded.
"How big of a problem?" she asked.
"Oh, about this big of a problem," came a voice from behind them.
Hunter looked up and Lita turned around. When Hunter saw who it was, he quickly got to his feet and sighed inwardly. You again, he thought.
Lita gasped and stood up as well. "What? What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!"
"Same thing your dear lover Hunter here said earlier," the person said.
"He's not my lover," Lita said quickly.
"Anymore," the person added.
Lita and Hunter both looked away, anywhere but at each other.
"Why are you here?" Lita asked finally.
"I'm here to get my revenge, obviously," the person said. "Otherwise, why would I have this?" The person pulled out a gun, and ran a finger over it.
Shit! Hunter thought. He stepped in front of Lita. "You're going to shoot us?"
"Now why would I do that?" the person asked with a lopsided grin. "I still need you to go out there and reunite with Shawn."
"And I will," Hunter said. "But remember, you said you weren't going to involve my wife in this."
"Your wife," the person said, then threw back their head and laughed. "You are married to the WWE, not to Stephanie McMahon."
Lita looked around from behind Hunter and shuddered as she saw the gun. Just seeing this particular person holding a gun was a nightmare to her. A total nightmare.
"You do remember what I told you to do, right?" the person asked seriously.
"I remember," Hunter said. "And I'll do it as long as you don't lay hands on my wife or Lita either."
"I'm not negotiating with you. I'm not making a deal," the person said. "I'm just here to get my revenge and obtain a little justice."
"How do you plan on doing that?" Lita asked in a quiet voice.
"Just wait and see," the person said, beginning to walk away. "Because I'll never tell..."
Lita and Hunter both watched the person walk away, then looked at each other.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Lita asked finally.
"I know about as much about her being here as you do," Hunter replied. "All I know is that she wants some revenge."
Lita sighed. "Great. Just...great."
Both of them slid down the wall until they came to sitting positions, then closed their eyes and started to remember exactly what it was that had this woman, if she could be called that, seeking some psychotic revenge...
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