At the Beginning
Disclaimer: Vince owns the personas, people own themselves.. I own the story idea.
Spoilers: RAW 6-12-06
Rating: M for language and violence.
Summary: With revenge on his mind, the last thing John Cena expected to do was help someone he was supposed to hate.
Pairings: Lita/Cena (eventually), others to be determined.
Notes: Nothing new to add at this time… chapter is slightly longer to cover the main event.
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Part Two: So It Begins
Lita let out a sigh of relief as she exited Randy Orton's locker room.. Thankful that he understood her situation and what she had to do that night. But, he wasn't exactly happy her decision, but, he was going to support her. And now, it was just a matter of seeing if Dawn's plan would come full circle. Realistically, Lita knew that this wouldn't be her last chance to get away, but it was her best chance. Every piece was in it's place. Almost anyway…the redhead uncertain as to what role John Cena would play in all of this…and that was if he was a factor at all. Lita bit down on her lower lip, hoping that the former champion wouldn't ruin this. Randy, bless his misguided judgment, had suggested that she talk to Cena…just to be on the safe side of course, but Lita refused.. The redhead didn't want anything to do with the outspoken wrestler. Certainly the stream of insults had stopped, for now anyway, but it still rang fresh in her mind. But, it wasn't because of him, it was because of the things he said.. Things that Edge would say and things that just weren't true. Frowning, the diva swept her loose hair out of her face, knowing that she needed to get back to her locker room.. Or at least find Edge's locker room before he started looking for her….and Lita knew from experience that would not be pleasant. At that thought her pace quickened, the diva caught up in her thoughts, barely able to let out a shriek when a hand closed over her wrist stopping her in her tracks. Preparing herself for the worst, Lita glanced over her shoulder, relief in her hazel eyes before it was quickly replaced with annoyance. She opened her mouth to say something when he tugged her back to him, opening the nearest door before ushering her inside, the door shutting behind him…the man reaching for the nearest light switch..
Lita raised an eyebrow, "you must have pissed someone off to get a locker room like this.. Either that or the budget has tightened again and they decided to start with former champions." She yanked her arm loose from his grasp, "what in the hell do you want, Cena?"
"As of this moment, wonderin' why you was in Orton's locker room--"
"Are you stalking me or have you made it your life goal to piss me off?"
John rolled his eyes, "I ain't stalking ya and I ain't trying to piss you off, alright? I just got done talkin' to Dawn and--"
"Good for you, would you like a cookie?"
John crossed his arms over his chest, "would you let me fucking finish?"
Lita smiled thinly, "I'm sorry but when I'm close contact with people that talk trash and put me in their finishing move? I really don't feel like I'm in a 'happy' place."
Cena made a face, "I thought he was gonna come back down to the ring and help you, alright?"
"Well, obviously you know now that he doesn't give a shit.. He only cares when I'm not there when I should be." She took a step forwards, "so if you wouldn't mind moving, I need to go." Lita clenched her jaw when Cena blocked her path, "that would be the part when you move so I can leave."
John held up a hand, "let me talk and then you can leave, okay?"
The diva eyed him suspiciously, "just make it quick because if I don't get back to my locker room--"
"Dawn told me 'bout what's goin' on tonight with the main event."
Lita smiled wryly, "well that's just wonderful.. Let me guess, you're going to stop me, right?"
"No, I ain't gonna stop ya.. Dawn told me to keep an eye on you, make sure you got out of there alright.."
The redhead laughed bitterly, "right so you can play hero, make your conscience feel better. Thanks, but no thanks Cena, I don't need you looking out for me."
The former champion crossed his arms, "well that's too damn bad, 'cos I ain't breaking that promise to Dawn. I'm helping you out there whether you want me to or not."
Lita arched an eyebrow, "and just why is that, huh? Is it because you pissed off Dawn Marie with all of the shit you've said?"
John smiled slightly, "no actually, it's because of something I overheard last night." And even with the dim lighting in the room, he could see the color draining from her face. "I know you was at the arena last night…after Edge had left."
Hazel eyes flashed accusingly, "you were eavesdropping."
"Yeah I was eavesdropping, I was curious as to where you was going and--" He caught her wrist in mid-air, her open palm inches away from his cheek. "I'd think twice before ya do try that again."
"Or what, you'll do what he does?" Lita tried to take a step back, her eyes narrowed angrily, "you already have the verbal part down pat, why don't you try for the next step?"
Undaunted, he refused to let go of her wrist, "I may be a lot of things, but I don't hit women." John snorted when Lita shot him an incredulous look, "the night of the Rumble, I could have hit you.. Could have pulled you into that ring and given you another FU, but I didn't."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" Lita huffed, "what I said earlier still stands. I don't need you looking out for me and I sure as hell don't need your help." Squaring her shoulders, she added: "now, if you could please let go of me, I need to go.. Otherwise, he'll come looking for me and--"
Cena smirked, "well now that ya said that, you ain't going nowhere."
Lita stared at him in clear cut disbelief, "are you out of your mind? This isn't even your locker room, this isn't my locker room you idiot!" The diva scowled when he only shrugged, "if you don't let go of me, I will see to it that you don't reproduce."
Before the redhead could say another word….and because John was pretty certain she wouldn't hesitate to follow through with her threat…he did the first thing that came to mind, the diva letting out an indignant shriek as he hefted her over one shoulder, heading out of the room and straight to Randy Orton's locker room.. The Legend Killer just opening the door as Cena stepped inside, depositing Lita on the couch, her bags tossed in one corner.. And that was where she stayed until the pre-show meeting, sticking with Randy for the duration of said meeting…and heading back to his locker room until the main event. The redhead debating on whether she should be thanking Cena or trying to maim him for doing what he had done.
Main Event
Team ECW was already in the ring, Team WWE assembling behind the curtains as Rob's music started to taper off. And as soon as Lita appeared with Randy, Edge approached the pair.. John putting himself between the blond man and the redhead, a challenging look in his blue eyes. And perhaps it was because of the fact that he was outnumbered, or because of the shock that both Randy and John were apparently protecting her…but whatever the case, Edge stepped back.. Lita started to head to the curtains when the blond man's music hit, only to have Randy shake his head. For a moment, the redhead thought she would be walking out with the Legend Killer, a look of utter surprise coming to her face as her entrance music started. ECW had already one-upped the WWE, Beulah and Jazz having been successful in their match earlier, which meant that the pressure was really on for the main event. But there was more on the line than a victory for the WWE. Lita closed her eyes as soon as she reached the ringside area, standing reluctantly next to Edge, the two entering the ring as Randy's entrance music started. And as the redhead met Dawn's gaze from across the ring, Lita felt a newfound sense of determination flowing through her. No matter what the price, it had to end tonight.
The redhead knew that Tommy and Rob already planned on isolating Edge, the diva wishing that this match was under ECW rules…wanting to see the blond man suffer. But that couldn't happen tonight because they were on WWE grounds, which meant a WWE referee. Of course, that didn't mean that the rest of the ECW roster in the back wouldn't come into play.. Lita shaking herself from her thoughts as Tommy pushed Edge into the ECW corner, stepping through the ring ropes as if to interfere…the referee going back to admonish her, leaving Edge open for a quick four on one attack. And once Lita returned to the ring apron, Kurt was tagged in…the diva having to bit her lip to keep herself from smiling as Randy bent down to 're-tie' his boots when Edge limped over to make a tag. But, in order for the match to reach the point they needed.. Lita needed to be in the ring, the diva leaning over the ropes to slap the blond man on the shoulder, the referee calling the tag and motioning for Kurt to exit the ring.. That was supposed to be the point where the Sandman and Sabu were supposed to come down to the ring, Big Show and Balls Mahoney supposedly coming through the crowd with Heyman. And yes, it was relatively early in the match, but that was part of the plan.. But then, everything changed in an instant.. .all of the brunette's detailed plot crumbled, the redhead faced with a decision…help her friend or lose her chance to escape.
The choice, of course, was obvious as Edge re-entered the ring, a steel chair in hand and a sick smile on his face. Lita gestured frantically for Dawn to get out of the ring then, the referee calling for the bell, handing Team ECW their second victory for the night. And as Randy and John tried to enter the ring, Edge turned towards them, swinging the chair at ropes, narrowly missing Randy's face. The Canadian repeated those actions with the ECW side, Lita once more motioning for Dawn to get out of the ring, only to have Dawn stand her ground. And that was when Edge turned towards them, looking between the two women, his intent clear.. The redhead shoving her friend out of the way for safety sake, screaming in pain as the steel chair in Edge's hands hit her square in the back. And as Lita fell to her knees, hell broke lose, John and Randy entering the ring as the blond man dropped the chair, kicking the diva sharply in the ribs, his boot just connecting with the side of her head as Randy came charging at him.. Edge barely managing an escape as Sabu and the Sandman appeared at the top of the ramp cutting of one escape route. And in the ensuing chaos with ECW, John carefully gathered the diva in his arms, he and Randy making their exit to the side of the ramp, the redhead at least conscience as they wove through the hallways, Dawn Marie hot on their heels.
