Somebody Else
Series: Somebody Else
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Songs used are 'Somebody Else' by Bleu, ‘Hello’, ‘Going Under’ and ‘My Last Breath’ by Evanescence, ‘Learn to Crawl’ by Black Label Society, ‘Whatever’ by Our Lady Peace, ‘Beautiful People’ by Marilyn Manson, 'Nothing but You' by 'Kim Ferron', 'Strong' by 'Velvet Chain', 'Sex And Candy' by 'Marcy Playground' and lastly 'Blind' by 'Default'.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
AN: Response to an idea from 'Kamikazee’.
~Denotes song lyrics~
'Denotes thoughts and/or emphasis'
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Somebody Else – Part 1
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~What if I was alright~
~What if I wasn't wound so tight~
~What if I had the balls to be bad~
~Would you still look at me like that~
~Would you be mad that I had held the old me back~
She slipped the black and white referee's top over her shoulder's and fastened it just below her breast's, straightening it over the baby pink tee she wore before making sure her black cargo pant's slipped just enough down her hip's to show the matching pink thong underneath. Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her and she saw how her long red hair, free of curls fell in a long sleek mass down her back.
He walked through the door then and she lowered her gaze not wanting him to see how hard this was for her, to turn her back on all she's stood for in the WWE. Turn her back on the people who had been her family for so long, turn her back on the fan's that now chanted her name anticipating her returned walk down the ramp.
"You ready?"
His voice was gruff as he paced in front of her obviously gearing himself up for his match. She merely nodded in his direction as she watched him pace. His whole focus directed on winning because let's face it, that's what he did best. He didn't care who's toes he trod on and wasn't against going that extra mile to keep his title belt, even if that extra mile included a sledge hammer. He didn't care what the fan's thought 'Let them hate me...' she had heard him say once,
'...as long as this is in my possession at the end of the night... it's all good.' She had watched him pat the title belt affectionately as it hung over his shoulder.
~Why can't I be somebody else, somebody who isn't too cruel to believe its okay to be just me~
Looking at him now she saw him as a harsh, cruel, unpredictable, unfeeling son of a bitch... and she had to become like him.
~Maybe I was too much~
~Maybe I'll take it down a notch~
~Maybe I have the guts to go mad~
~Maybe I'll mess me up real bad~
~Maybe I'll make you wish you had the old me back~
The disapproving roar of the crowd was deafening to her ears as she stood behind the curtain and watched his descent down the ramp towards the ring and inevitably to his opponent, his ever present entourage following in his wake.
She heard her music blare through the arena all too soon for her liking, but her liking hadn't been taken into consideration when this had all been planned. He wanted her in his faction and what Hunter wanted, Hunter got.
Or maybe that should be 'Hunter takes', after all wasn't that how he got her?
Of course he played nice Hunter with her now, but who knew how long that would last? Who knew where or how far her stint with him would take her?
As she climbed the steel step's she saw him wave her off as if she were garbage turning his back on her, his opponent on the other hand sent her a warm smile as he held the rope's open for her entry and she returned his smile with one of her own.
All the while in her mind she was already apologizing to the man who was one of her long time friend's as she signalled for the bell.
~What if I can't remember who I’m trying to be~
~Why can't I be somebody else~
~Somebody who isn't too cruel to believe its okay to be just me~
Hunter was gasping in pain in the centre of the ring with no where to go as Chris applied and locked in the Wall's of Jericho.
Flair, Orton and Batista had all tried to shift the match into Hunter's favour but with a little help from backstage they now found themselves fighting outside the ring as Edge, Christian and Billy Gunn came charging down the ramp.
She tried to avoid the look in his eyes, but did, and his expression alone willed her to do what she knew she had to do.
So she did.
She slipped out of the ring, pushed Lilian off her chair and slid back in, and with the steel chair clasped in her finger's she held it up over Jericho's head.
The next thing she knew the fighting outside the ring had stopped and all eyes were on her as Jericho lay face down on the ring floor, Hunter already starting to roll the other man over as she got down to count the one, two, three.
~Why can't I be somebody else, somebody who isn't too cruel to believe its okay to be just me~
There they all stood in the ring, Hunter with his cherished title belt once again in its position over his shoulder, his three flunkies clapping and nodding there approval, while she, flunky number four stood in front of them with a mic in her hand paused at the ready to say the word's that everyone outside the ring didn't want to hear.
~Just me~
"This is me. This is Lita."
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Hello – Part 2
**
~Playground school bell ring's again~
~Rain cloud's come to play again~
~Has no one told you she's not breathing~
~Hello I'm your mind giving you~
~Someone to talk too~
~Hello...~
'I can’t believe you did that!'
"He's a big boy, he knew the risks." She recapped the lipstick in her hand tossing it down on the small table amongst all the clutter that had become her own personal space inside the locker room of Evolution. "If I've learnt anything off Hunter it's that once you step in that ring there's no time for friendship." She ran her hand along her jaw where a bruise was already starting to form. "Not even between him and me."
'But Jeff?'
"Jeff is weak." She hissed under her breath. "Rainbow's and sunshine will not get me what I want."
'And what is it that you want?'
"Enough with the question's already... I don’t have to explain my action's to you." Taking up her hair brush she hastily ran it through her hair.
'If I don’t question your sanity-'
"Nobody else will, blah blah blah, I’ve heard that spiel already, but 'Hello' talking to myself here!" She rolled her eye's letting the brush drop from her finger's to join the lipstick atop the table.
Her gaze lowered to the items scattered on the table. 'You never use to be this messy.'
"Yeah well I never use to be a lot of things." In her mind she saw two bodies wrapped around each other both glistening with sweat, one looking for dominance, the other just wanting to feel.
'Don’t do this'.
~If I smile and don’t believe~
~Soon I know I'll wake from this dream~
"Please..." She sneered shaking her head as she got up to leave. "It's all part of the bigger picture... all apart of me."
~Don’t try to fix me I'm not broken~
~Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide~
~Don’t cry~
She winced as she made her way back up the ramp, tasting the blood in her mouth where Edge's booted foot had connected with her cheek. He hadn't meant to of course but that distraction alone was enough for Hunter to shift the match to his liking, low blowing the other man before setting him up for the Pedigree.
When she had been with the Hardy's she had used any means at her disposal to help them win, even if that meant her getting hurt in the process and Hunter didn’t see why that had to change now.
"You did well out there," a hand on her shoulder stopped her from following the rest of Evolution into the locker room.
She raised her eye's to meet the cold, intense gaze of the man who held her fate in his hands. Looking at him but not really seeing, another nifty trick she had learned, one that came in handy when she needed to tune out the antic's going on behind a closed hotel room door. Was that praise she heard in the voice of the Cerebral Assassin?
She shrugged. "I did what I had too."
He seemed to want to say more so she waited like the good little flunky she was, but after a moment of silence with just their eye's communicating in a hidden language all of there own, she lowered hers not really having the energy or the will to decipher that language.
~Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping~
~Hello I'm still here~
~All that's left of Yesterday~
He reached out once again stilling her efforts of entering the locker room, turning her back around to face him, that same arm moving up to cup her cheek before his mouth moved down to claim hers.
'You know he doesn’t love you, you think sharing a bed with him every night will get you what you want? Didn’t work for Stephanie so why would it work for you?'
She opened her eyes as the ever present voice inside her head resounded in her ear's and she saw herself reflected in a window across the hall, her arm's were folded across her chest and her hair shook around her shoulder's as the girl reflected there sadly shook her head.
'...all you are is his sledge hammer reincarnated.'
**
Learn to Crawl – Part 3
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~You can laugh, you can feel fine~
~You can dance with a little twist~
~Tell your pretty red head babe~
~You forget that I exist~
~Could you see outside in my better night~
~Would you leave me at the side of the road~
~Would you walk right up to me, would you talk to me~
He stretched lazily in his slumber, his hand inadvertently reaching for the warm body that had shared his bed last night, and all the nights prior since joining his faction, but all he felt was the empty space beside him, now cold in her absence.
Pulling the pillow over from the other side of the bed he wrapped his arms around it smelling her scent that still lingered there. Just once he wished she would stay till morning, it felt so bland waking up alone after the wild night they would share in each others arms, yet every morning he still awoke alone... with only his memories of the night before and her scent to greet him.
He knew he should be glad, knew any other guy in his place would not think twice about the business side of there relationship. That any other guy would relish in his good fortune at having the beautiful redhead come to his bed every night, give herself up for his pleasure to use in anyway he saw fit then leave no questions asked, no strings. Knowing this would continue until he had come through with his part of the bargain.
Only thing was he didn't know what that part of the bargain was, he admitted he had been thinking with his dick at the time of there little arrangement, when it came to her it was hard not to think with your dick. But what it had come down to was when she was allowed back in the ring as a wrestler she wanted to win by any means possible and he, well he had just wanted her.
Seemed like a fair enough exchange to him.
~And I'm already asking, I'm down on my knees~
~I'm already begging, begging you please~
~Can you teach me how to fly~
~Can you see I'm scared to die~
~And we've only just begun to learn to crawl~
~Can you teach me how to fight~
~Will you keep me up all night~
~Will you be there on the ground if I should fall~
~Fall for you~
He hadn't even entered there locker room and he broke out in a sweat knowing she would be inside and he took a moment to regulate his breathing before going in. Thoughts of how things had changed in so few weeks entered his head and he grinned reaching out to steady himself against the door as those events flashed through his mind.
Her 'turning' as they had deemed it, cementing that 'turning' by her actions down at ringside with a steel chair that was now known as 'Lita's favourite tool', swinging it again and again and again over anyone and anybody who stood in her way, not to mention both their actions in his bed.
The crowd's reaction as she walked down the ramp now geared up with 'Traitor' chants and signs that read 'Human Sledgehammer', any other woman he was sure would crumble at how drastically the fans had turned against her. There had been the few die hard Lita fans that scattered the crowd now and then, but they were sorely over populated by her growing 'Hate' club. And more then once he himself had been caught up in the ambience of the moment, even going so far as to look at her in awe whilst in the ring.
He opened the door and saw her immediately seated at her little table, her hair flaming down her back and around her face in wild, reckless curls and he had the sudden urge to run his fingers through her hair till she screamed his name...
...or was that something else?
~I can feel it like the slightest sting~
~Like a memory in my mouth~
~I feel like the morning fell~
~Like the bottom's falling out~
~I can see what's up there above it all~
~Laying down in the valley below~
~I can walk right up to you, I can talk to you~
After closing the door behind him he made his way over to her and leisurely leaned against the wall beside her.
She popped her gum and looked up at him, her eyes telling him in no uncertain terms that all the nervousness of her first week with them was gone, replaced by something else, something malign, something he knew he had helped put there, before she turned her head back down to continue her task of painting her nails a deep red colour.
"What?"
When he just continued to stare at her she rolled her eyes and his breath caught in his throat when she pursed her lips to gently blow on her nails.
'God, did she have any idea what she did to him?'
Just that small action, something she probably did everyday caused his senses to reel and his body to harden. He watched as she stood up and he played with the idea in his head that maybe she would see the desire in his eyes and if not then the bulge in his pants would give to testimony to what else they could spend the rest of their time at this arena doing, something more enjoyable then planning strategies and talking shop, but she saw neither, realisation of that fact dawning on him when she headed for the door.
She was leaving?
Without his brain having to send the command to his legs he found himself behind her, his arm reaching out to grab hers and swing her around to face him before his mouth descended on hers.
His tongue delving into her mouth and he groaned when she caught his wandering tongue between her lips drawing it into her mouth as his hips ground into hers.
Releasing her mouth so they could both get some much needed air he allowed his lips to trail down her throat.
"Locker room sex was not part of the arrangement."
His lips ceased in there exploration as the full force of her words hit him like a bucket of ice water, which by the look in her eyes was her desired effect.
Pulling out of his arms she turned back towards the door, letting it swing shut behind her as she left.
~And I'm already asking, I'm down on my knees~
~And I'm already begging, begging you please~
~Can you teach me how to fly~
~Can you see I'm scared to die~
~And we've only just begun to learn to crawl~
~Can you teach me how to fight~
~Will you keep me up all night~
~Will you be there on the ground if I should fall~
~Fall for you~
He knew now why she had been as popular as a face and it seemed her popularity was just as esteemed in the heel sense. Why everyone wrestler and fan alike had fallen under her spell, it showed in the here and now and he was only just seeing it.
Hunter knew her coming to him every night was his stipulation of their arrangement, but damn it, he wanted more.
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Whatever – Part 4
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~There's no holding me back~
~I'm not driven by fear~
~I'm just driven by anger~
~And you're under attack~
~Just climbing up slowly~
~I'm the one and only, I~
~The tease, the ways, the lie~
~The stumble in your mind~
~The fear, the hope inside~
~They hit there~
She entered his hotel room to find the lights dimmed and a cute little candlelit dinner for two set up on a table in the middle of the room. She walked closer to see a bottle of champagne chilling on ice and a single red rose lay across her place setting.
The scent of his aftershave reached her to tantalise her nostrils and she turned to see him leaning nonchalantly in the doorway of his suite's bedroom. His hair brushed back till it shone, the lit candles bathing him, the effect was almost angelic although his eyes told her just how much of a devil he could be.
He moved then and she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as he brushed past her to fill two long stemmed flutes with champagne before turning back to hand one to her. She accepted it gracefully her eyes locked on his as she lifted the glass to her lips, the tip of her tongue snaking out to still the tiny bubbles that danced at the corner of her mouth.
She turned away from him then to hide the smile that formed on her lips as she caught his sharp intake of breath only allowing her gaze to meet his once she had control again.
He stood at the table and gently pulled a chair out motioning with his hand for her to have a seat. She purposely walked behind him and paused, her body close enough to his to make him growl inwardly even though there was no contact and she felt 'it' then.
His eyes never strayed from hers as he took the seat across from her, there intent so obvious she had no idea why he didn't just take her there and then.
The look on his face told her his thoughts weren’t that far off from hers and the next thing she knew the nicely laid table was now on the floor in a puddle of white dinner plates and silver cutlery and she was in his arms being utterly and thoroughly kissed.
She didn't mind though and relished in the battle for dominance between their tongues as once again 'that' feeling rose in her.
His lips trailed down her neck and she took a moment to analyse 'that' feeling that seemed to grip her, claw at her till all she wanted was to give in to it.
'It wasn't the feeling of a woman's want of a man, it wasn't the feeling one got just for the sake of feeling, this was something else, something raw and undefined.'
She arched her body into his and smiled at his response. 'Yes, she knew what this feeling was...'
~But whatever you need~
~Whatever you got~
~Whatever you want~
~I'll take everything~
'...the feeling of power.'
~There's no holding me back~
~I'm not driven by fear~
~I'm just driven by anger~
~And you're under attack~
~Just climbing up slowly~
~I'm the one and only, I~
~The tease, the ways, the lie~
~The stumble in your mind~
~The fear, the hope inside~
~They hit there~
She sat in one of the massive armchairs that adorned his room her legs pulled up in front her so that her chin rested on her knee's, her arms wrapped around her legs while her fingers inadvertently tapped an incessant beat on her bare feet to match the sound of the rhythmical breathing coming from the man asleep on the bed.
Something had changed in there arrangement and she wasn't exactly sure that change was for the best.
He wanted more, she wasn't that clueless to see it, and apparently neither was Flair, only difference was Flair had voiced his thoughts and was now sporting a new fat lip for his troubles.
So she was screwing with him, who gave a shit? He called himself 'The Game' and she was a player, plain and simple. No one told him to get all attached and stuff. He scratched her back and she scratched his that was what they'd agreed.
She smiled cunningly as she watched him roll over onto his back the corners of his mouth lifting in a very sated smile.
'But nobody said it had to be an on going thing,' she thought as she stood to her feet. 'All things came to an end eventually.'
She slipped on her shorts and top and picked up her room card from the bedside table, bringing her palm to her lips she placed a kiss there before blowing on her palm sending the kiss towards the still sleeping man.
A maniacal chuckle escaping her lips as she left his hotel room.
This was a business arrangement and it was going to stay that way, unless she chose to change things.
~But whatever you need~
~Ever you got~
~Ever you want~
~I'll take everything~
Yet she had to give him points for trying.
**
Beautiful People – Part 5
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~I don't want you, and I don't need you~
~Don't bother to resist or I'll beat you~
~It's not your fault that your always wrong~
~The weak ones are there to justify the strong~
~The beautiful people, the beautiful people~
~It's all relative to the size of your steeple~
~You can't see the forests for the trees~
~And you can't smell your own shit on your knees~
~Hey you! What do you see~
~Something beautiful, something free~
~Hey you! Are you trying to be mean~
~If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean~
~There's no time to discriminate~
~Hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way~
Lita sat in the locker room of Evolution and stared at the monitor, showing Hunter embroiled in yet another dispute down at ringside, his scowl firmly in place as he waved off his ex wife's advances.
Stephanie had made short work in alerting Hunter to her willingness to please him in anyway possible if he would only jump ship and cross to her side. Obviously she hadn't been informed of 'how' and 'with whom' her former husband spent his nights.
Laughter rumbled inside her. 'What a joke.'
Although, she had to admit there was still a small part of her that wished Hunter would respond to Stephanie's blatant lust filled looks and wandering hands. Sighing she silently thanked god it was only a small part, being as the greater part was what kept her moving in a straight line towards her end goal, that greater part was what pushed her to leave Hunter's bed night after night after night.
She shook her head and cursed, her nights spent in Hunter's room were getting ridiculous. A quick tumble to put a smile on his face and she was out of there, at least that’s how it had started out. Now he drew the night out, making it last as long as possible. His touch once rough had turned tender, his kiss breath taking, his tongue lavishing in each heated stroke against her flesh. Then when both their bodies were spent he would wrap her in his arms and entangle her legs with his, whispering sweet words in her hair as his body gave in to sleep.
She had to decide on a next move, hadn't planned on the first one being so successful in such a short amount of time.
The locker room door opened and the youngest member of Evolution stepped in, shedding his jacket, letting it drop to the floor beside his bag.
"Hey."
"Hey," She smiled back flipping the monitor off as she rose to her feet, a few short strides bringing her to a stand still in front of him. 'Maybe, just maybe her next move had entered the locker room.'
~The worms will live in every host~
~It's hard to pick which one they'll eat the most~
~The horrible people, the horrible people~
~It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple~
~Capitalism has made it this way~
~Old- fashioned fascism will take it away~
~Hey you! What do you see~
~Something beautiful, something free~
~Hey you! Are you trying to be mean~
~If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean~
~There's no time to discriminate~
~Hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way~
"I saw your match the other night..."
He didn't raise his head at her voice, he knew she was there, felt her approach, but he'd be feeling a lot more if he raised his head and saw in her eyes what her closeness was giving away. 'A lot more,' he stressed for his own benefit, thoughts of Hunter's fist connecting with Flair's lip floating through his mind.
"I was impressed... very impressed."
"Thanks." His tone was short and clipped but she didn't back off, instead she crouched down in front of him, forcing him to meet her gaze from where he sat on the bench and she smiled.
"You’re gonna make it, you know, I can see it every time you go out there. Your in-ring language exudes winner, triumph and the will to have that gold around your waist." She saw a light flicker in his eyes and knew he was drinking in every word that flowed from her mouth.
"You really think so?"
She nodded her eyes remained locked with his, her smile innocent. "Makes me wonder why you agreed to be a part of a faction instead of going for the gold yourself, I mean you definitely got the mindset and the body to make it alone."
Randy smiled loving the praise.
'Oh yeah, she had him hook, line and sinker. This guy was just as vain off-camera as he was on.'
"To be honest I had planned on going it alone but Hunter talked me around, both him and Ric promising me a shot at the gold."
She stood then and turned away from him, pretending to be fussing with something in her bag, not wanting him to see the wicked gleam that had entered her eyes. "Both Hunter and Ric said that?"
"They reckon soon enough I'll be on my way."
"Soon enough," she repeated nonchalantly turning back to face him. "But in the meantime, while you wait for 'soon enough' to arrive, you protect Hunter from losing the gold instead, right?" Lita wanted to laugh at the shadow that darkened Randy's expression, knowing the seed had been planted. "But what do I know, I’m just little ole me." She flicked her hair back like she'd seen Trish do more then a dozen times, zipping up her bag and lifting the strap over her shoulder. "If you ever want to talk, I'm here," She ran her hand across his shoulders feeling his muscles ripple under her touch.
Lita smiled as she left the locker room, Randy's dark and rebellious expression imprinted on her mind.
**
Going Under – Part 6
**
~Now I will tell you what I've done for you~
~50 thousands tears I've cried~
~Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you~
~And you still wont hear me~
~Don’t want your hand this time I'll save myself~
~Maybe I'll wake up for once~
~Not tormented daily defeated by you~
~Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom~
~I'm dying again~
He never ever thought it would happen.
But it had, just like she had said it would. He had been put in a match against Goldberg with Steve Austin scripted in as special enforcer.
"Don’t worry," Hunter had said in the locker room before the match. "Ric and I will be there for you."
"As will I."
The cool melodic tones of Lita's voice permeated the air around them, having different effects on all three men. Hunter cringed, racking his brain for a way to keep her backstage and away from harm. Ric rolled his eyes, ever since Hunter had decked him he had stayed clear of any confrontation involving the redhead, while Randy's eye's slanted, his brow furrowing as he stared straight at her as if he were trying to determine wether to trust her or not. He had avoided her the last few days, never allowing himself to be in the same room with her alone, he had to remember that he, Hunter, Ric and Batista had been a 'working' faction long before she arrived. But he still couldn't get what she had said to him out of his head.
'But in the meantime, while you wait for 'soon enough' to arrive, you protect Hunter from losing the gold instead, right?'
And indeed he had, time and time again.
Yet when the situation was changed did Hunter run down to ringside, did Hunter's actions do the words he had uttered back in the locker room justice?
NO.
While Ric was tied up with Stone Cold, Hunter had stayed up on the ramp wedged nicely between the RAW announcers.
He remembered looking up the ramp and seeing Hunter's astonished glare while he held the Championship belt snugly over his shoulder and his eyes hardened when he saw Lita make her way through the curtain preparing to make her way down to ringside when Hunter reached out grabbing her around the waist to pull her too his side, effectively halting her progress towards the ring, towards a win.
Goldberg had pinned him then, right at that moment and got the three count plunging Randy's position down a rung on the championship contender ladder, dashing his hopes of making it to the number one contender position and his chance at a title shot.
~I'm going under~
~Drowning in you~
~I'm falling forever~
~I've got to break through~
~I'm going under~
That was it for him. That was when her words had rang true inside his head, he would never get a title shot at the championship belt, not when he, Lita and Ric were always there to make sure Hunter kept it, and as he just saw, Hunter was there to make sure none of them rose to a position to take it from him.
~Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies~
~So I don’t know what’s real and what's not~
~Always confusing the thoughts in my head~
~So I can’t trust myself anymore~
~I'm dying again~
Long after the arena had been emptied of screaming fans, he sat out in the stands and watched as the cleaners went about clearing up the mess the twenty thousand or so people had left in their wake. He had purposely avoided going back to the locker room not wanting to see the look in Hunter's eyes, knowing the older man's gaze would dare him to challenge his actions down at ringside.
'You protect Hunter from losing the gold' Lita's words always came back to him, tormenting him with how much truth those seven words held.
Could he trust her?
Should he trust her?
After tonight she had way surpassed Hunter on his 'to trust' scale, only thing was he would be risking everything if he did what his mind was telling him to do.
He remembered the way she had sidled up against him when he had happened upon her alone in there locker room, how her touch had felt as she splayed her hand across his shoulders, how he had breathed in the smell of her body wash with a hint of something else that was exotically Lita. He had feigned indifference to her closeness but after she had left he released the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and with the newly indrawn air that filled his lungs came the understanding that she had known all along what effect she would have on him.
~I'm going under~
~Drowning in you~
~I'm falling forever~
~I've got to break through~
"I can do this." he whispered to himself as he got to his feet and made his way out of the stands and into the now deserted foyer. "I can do this."
~So go on and scream~
~Scream at me I'm so far away~
~I wont be broken again~
~I've got to breath I can’t keep going under~
He walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevator intent on making it to his destination unseen, everybody would know soon enough of the thoughts that were racing through his mind but till then there was only one other person that could shed any light on his foreseeable future.
Lifting his hand he tapped gently on the closed door, not having to wait long before it opened and Lita stood there with a knowing smile on her pretty face. 'One would almost think she had expected this all
along.' he thought as he stepped into the room 'And maybe she had.' Quirking his brow he watched as she closed the door and motioned for him to take a seat.
Whatever the outcome of this little tryst, he knew there would be no turning back now.
**
My Last Breath – Part 7
**
~Hold on to me love~
~You know I can’t stay long~
~All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid~
~Can you hear me~
~Can you feel me in your arms~
~Holding my last breath~
~Safe inside myself~
~Are all my thoughts of you~
~Sweet raptures light~
~It ends here tonight~
The members of Evolution shared one more look as Hunter leaned down to kiss the top of Lita's head before they left the locker room to head towards the ring, leaving Lita alone to watch the action at ringside on the little TV unit sitting on the table.
Tonight had been along time coming but come it had, Hunter finally facing off one on one against Goldberg for the World Championship Title, which, Lita knew, to Hunter that meant the other members of Evolution accompanying him to ringside would come to his rescue if the need arose. The cocky expression plastered to his face as he made his way through the curtain telling her and everyone else that he knew it too.
Randy followed. Tonight for him meant the start of 'his beginning' as something new to be enjoyed by the WWE fans and feared by the WWE wrestlers and after tonight, the only direction his career would be going, was up.
And lastly came Flair, the tough, hard edged sixteen time world champion, always on the look out for up and coming superstars who as of a few weeks ago thanks to a few carefully planned matches and a few words of praise from her, began to see unique superstar qualities in the young man that preceded him.
Yes, her plan was coming together nicely.
~I'll miss the winter~
~A world of fragile things~
~Look for me in the white forest~
~Hiding in a hollow tree, come find me~
~I know you hear me~
~I can taste it in your tears~
~Holding my last breath~
~Safe inside myself~
~Are all my thoughts of you~
~Sweet raptures light~
~It ends here tonight~
She had been cleared to wrestle for a while now but still she held back. The Women’s Championship Title no longer held any meaning to her for some reason, instead she had focused all her energy on the man currently in the ring. Focused on pleasing him, instructing him, winning him, and after tonight she would come to mean more to him than that damn title belt he carried over his shoulder, displaying to one and all that the title belonged to him and him alone.
The crowds roar that shook the walls of the lavishly decorated locker room she sat in brought her attention back to the action that was happening down at ringside.
She saw Goldberg lying prone in the middle of the ring with Hunter standing over him, a grin peeking out through the blood that ran down his face with sledge hammer in hand.
She saw Flair in one corner holding the referee back as Randy made his was towards Hunter with Hunter's Championship belt in his hands. He pointed towards the belt and clapped his hands, motioning with a nod of his head for Hunter to get the pin and keep his title.
She almost felt sorry for Hunter as Flair freed the referee while Hunter got down and covered Goldberg.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Thr-"
The sound of Hunters Championship belt connecting with the back of his head and Randy rolling both men over so Goldberg now covered Hunter had the crowd in an uproar! Flair was the wildcard she knew but her reservations soon flew out the window as he merely shrugged, again pushing the stunned referee down to the mat to begin the count.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
~Closing your eyes to disappear~
~You pray your dreams will leave you here~
~But still you wake and know the truth~
~No one's there~
~Say goodnight~
~Don’t be afraid~
~Calling me, calling me as you fade to black~
The look of confusion and betrayal that passed over Hunters face was priceless. She saw him pinch himself as if to wake himself from a dream, Goldberg’s hands raised as he held up his newly won World
Championship Title and the crowd’s roar of approval lost on him as he watched Flair and Randy making there way up the ramp.
His eyes met Flair's, but once again Flair just shrugged mouthing the words 'Legend Killer' while pointing towards Randy who had his arms raised above his head, his mouth slanted in a smirk as he returned Hunter's stare.
Yes, everything had gone exactly as she had planned.
Yet in the back of her mind she had to wonder when her goal had changed from 'Women's Championship Title' to 'Hunter Hurst Helmsley.'
**
Nothing But You – Part 8
**
~I think I'll go for a walk maybe out in the rain~
~Maybe let the tears roll down my face and not feel the pain~
~Maybe think about something maybe think about you~
~Yeah, you can hurt me now, you know you can’t hurt me now~
~You can’t hold me down, and I got plenty of time~
~Time to figure it out~
~Time to think about you and me whatever that was all about~
~Got nothing to prove, got nothing to say~
~No I guess I never thought you were good for me anyway~
~Got nothing to lose, nothing but you~
The door burst open and Lita found herself being picked up and twirled about the room in crazy succession, a strong arm promptly wrapping around her waist when she stumbled as he set her down.
"You’re the man, baby! Whooooo!" Flair's voice assaulted her senses from where she stood locked to Randy's side. She peered up at him to see his mouth quirk up to one side as he sent Flair a wink before his eyes lowered to meet her gaze.
"Take your eyeful, little girl," Flair continued. "Cause your looking at the number one contender soon to be the next World Champion! Whooooo!"
Lita allowed her eyes to fall on the old man who still stood in the doorway, taking in his flashing eyes and excited stance as he shifted from one foot to the next.
"That's right, Li." Randy smiled turning his back on Flair to roll his eyes knowingly at her. "I'm 'in' and Hunter's 'out'."
Lita's mouth turned up in a wide smile before she wrapped her arms around Randy, planting a kiss on his cheek before pulling out of his arms. This is what she'd wanted all along wasn't it? To throw
Hunter off his throne, reduce him to the role of lowly commoner instead of the joke he had been living as champion.
She had imagined herself joining in on the celebration, drinking in a victory that little ole her had instigated from day one. Instead she found herself drawn away from the others, moving to busy herself in her bag that lay open on the bench while the others drank in the attention as Teri arrived with a camera crew for the after match interview.
Inwardly she knew she alone had not only reeked havoc among the ranks of Evolution, but she had effectively played the Game, and won.
Or had she?
~I think I'll go for a ride till my memory fades~
~Roll down the windows and glide down seventy-five to the everglades~
~Maybe light up a joint take a walk on the moon~
~Yeah you can’t reach me now, you know you can’t touch me now~
~You can hold me down, and I got plenty of time~
~Time to figure it out~
~Time to think about you and me whatever that was all about~
~Got nothing to prove, got nothing to say~
~No I guess I never thought you were good for me anyway~
~Got nothing to lose, nothing but you~
By the time Hunter had made his way back to the locker room, it was empty.
Wet towels left carelessly on the floor beside the shower and the smell of soap and shampoo the only evidence that the room had been occupied.
'So this was what betrayal felt like.' he thought as his own words registered in his brain. 'Huh! Betrayal!' his mind scoffed. 'You should be use to that. Everyone you know has betrayed you at some stage in your life! What made you think this would be any different?'
He knew exactly what made this time different. Lita.
'To lose the World Championship Title was one thing but to lose it to an enemy at the hand of someone you trusted was another and then to come back to an empty locker room, he had hoped Lita...' His thoughts trailed off as he stared around the empty room, his expression downcast.
He knew he shouldn't be feeling how he was. He knew he should be angry, hurt and mentally calling himself all kinds of a fool. He should be out for blood, beating anyone who came near him to a bloody pulp, yet all he felt was a great big void, a great big nothing.
He stepped into the shower and immediately her scent surrounded him, filling his nostrils, his mind and his groin. He still wanted her. She had left with the others, her side had been chosen and yet he still wanted her! His hand lifted towards the faucet and he shivered involuntarily as the cold spray beat down on his already bruised flesh, wanting the icy spray to cool his heated groin and drown out the image of flaming red hair and smoky green eyes.
Something he doubted he would ever be free of.
~Why did you have to be so unkind~
~Why do I have to be so inclined, to lose my mind~
~Well I got plenty of time~
~Time to figure it out~
~Time to think about you and me whatever that was all about~
~Got nothing to prove, got nothing to say~
~No I guess I never thought you were good for me anyway~
~Got nothing to lose, nothing but you~
She didn't come to his hotel room that night.
In the back of his mind he knew she wouldn't. Yet he still sat up and waited for her soft tap, praying, hoping and willing her to come.
Tonight he had lost the World Championship Title, his Faction and his trust, but by god don’t let him have lost Lita too.
**
Strong – Part 9
**
~I'll be right along~
~Cause baby you're so~
~Strong...~
~Baby I see - You're vulnerable to me~
~That's your power over me~
He was a mess.
He stood before her, mouth agape and eyes unbelieving. He had a week's growth of hair on his face and was dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night he had lost the World Championship Title.
She made her way passed him into a room she hadn't seen in a while. Empty bottles and cartons littered the floor and furniture as well as a few half eaten slices of pizza and it reeked of beer and stale air.
Lita turned around to face him to find he still had his back to her, his hand still resting on the open door. She stepped closer, reaching around him to gently push the door closed before pressing her palms to the wall of his back. Feeling his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his shirt.
'God it had been so long.'
Even before she realised it, her lips were skimming over the material covering his back, his scent, raw and definitely Hunter filled her nostrils, rekindling it's acquaintance with her senses and like a thirsty woman stranded on the Skeleton Coast of the Namibian Desert, Lita drank her full.
The material of his shirt slowly disappeared with the help of her fingers that had long ago mastered the body they were worshipping.
Yet, he didn't move.
~Baby, baby, I know - It's always been so~
~Physical love is oh so meaningful for you~
Her lips and teeth nipped and suckled, played and teased, tasted and drank of the body that had been haunting her nights and plaguing her days. Her forehead was pressed between his shoulder blades, her hands running lightly over his abdomen, moving upwards to dance across his chest.
A slight tug with her hand brought him around to face her, when she lifted smoky passion filled eyes up to his face she saw his eyes were closed and when she leaned forward she could hear the erratic beat of his heart.
She took a step back, and he followed. Another and he followed again, never once opening his eyes.
She lead him into the bathroom where they both stepped, fully clothed, under the spray of the shower, the cold shock doing little to put out the fire that had begun in the other room.
Popping the top off the scented body wash Hunter had hanging nearby she applied it to a body scrub, the scent of musk and sandalwood filling the air around her as she lazily rubbed it over his back and shoulders while her free hand followed in it's wake caressing everywhere it touched.
The button popped on his pants and she eased the zipper down slowly, the heat emanating from him sending tiny sparks through her fingers that streaked upwards disappearing somewhere beyond her shoulders. She brushed the body scrub across his chest and down over his stomach, letting it linger just a little bit longer below his belly button before she continued in her rediscovery of his body.
She unclasped the hook holding her top together allowing it to fall to the shower floor, her breasts jutting forth, welcoming the freedom the material of her top had harnessed. Her already hardened nipples strained towards his skin, wanting to feel the closeness of his chest against hers and she growled deep in her throat when finally that closeness was granted.
Her shorts followed until the only thing separating them was the many droplets of water that rained down on them in a beaded steady rhythm.
Yet, still he didn't move.
~You write love letters to me - strong~
~You know how to talk to me - so strong~
~Baby, I'm yours - you know~
~Because you're so, so strong~
All week her insides had been twisting and turning, calling out for her to satisfy the need that had started the first night she had been in this room.
Her hand reached for the faucet and with a flick of her wrist the water shut off. Dripping wet she stepped out of the shower, pulling an impassive Hunter along with her.
All the pent up frustration and dissatisfaction of the past few days came full circle as Lita pushed Hunter down on the bed barely giving him time to draw breath before she followed, pinning him to the mattress, first with her hands and upper body, next with her lips, tongue and wandering hands.
Lower and lower until finally she ignited not only a physical response from him but also a verbal one, the sound of his harsh growl spurring her on in her antics as her lips met throbbing hard flesh.
Until each touch, each caress conveyed to him what her voice could not.
~You would fight for me~
~You would starve for me~
~You would suffer for me~
~You would die for me~
~Well, I feel the same way too~
~You know I feel that way about you~
This time it wasn't about her, she tried to keep it that way, and had been succeeding up until now.
Now 'he' had the upper hand, sending her to dizzying new heights as he gave back all he received, tenfold...
~I know you're mad about me~
~You've shown me because you're so, so strong~
...and when she was truly sated, for the first time since this all began she lay her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
**
Sex and Candy – Part 10
**
~Hanging round~
~Downtown by myself~
~And I've have so much time~
~To sit and think about myself~
~And then there she was~
~Like double cherry pie~
~Yeah there she was~
~Like disco super fly~
This had to be a dream.
One of the many sweet teasing dreams that had been sent to him from laughing god's whose sole objective was to play with his mind in his time of need, a need born from want and hunger, which had grown into what he could have if he looked out and beyond the square that was the World Championship Title.
Lita.
He stood stock still, too afraid to move in case she proved to be just what his mind was telling him she was a figment of his imagination. His eyes fluttered to a close at the first light touch of her hand on his arm. The room was so quiet he swore he could hear the sound of her hand fusing with his skin as she began a lazy trail up his back.
It had been nearly a week since Evolution had turned on him, in his mind it seemed an eternity since Lita had visited him.
He was a mess. He knew it and she had to know it. A drunken, tired, smelly mess, but she didn't seem to care as he felt the slick wet tip of her tongue follow the burning trail left by her fingers. The sound of her slow indrawn breaths nearly his undoing as he clenched his fists to his sides, willing them to stay put.
'God, don’t let him wake.'
~I smell sex and candy~
~Who's that lounging~
~In my chair with me~
~Who's that casting~
~Devious stares in my direction~
~Mama this surely is a dream~
~Yeah, mama this surely is a dream~
He gave himself up to his sense's, not caring, not thinking, just feeling.
The spray of water he felt on his back only heightening the pleasure this dream was evoking, he felt himself straining, seeking release from the restraints that imprisoned him, then in the next instant he was free, wether from his hand or his animalistic need forcing itself through the material of his pants, he didn't know... didn't care.
'Christ, it's like she's really here.' he thought not able to help the guttural groan that rose up in his chest.
His body was singing in a way it only sang when Lita was with him and no way, no how was he going to open his eyes and see it for what it really was, his imagination.
~Hanging round downtown by myself~
~And I've had too much caffeine~
~And I was thinking bout myself~
~And there she was~
~In platform double suede~
~Yeah there she was~
~Like disco lemonade~
He felt the cool sheet of the bed beneath him and he welcomed the feeling as it clung to his wet skin but that feeling was short lived as he felt the bed shift as somebody joined him and before he could even think to open his eyes or reach out with his hands he felt himself being pinned to the bed and then her hot mouth as she drew him in, sending him arching up off the bed and into oblivion.
'Lita! Here! Now!'
In one foul swoop he had hauled her up into his arms. His fingers threaded through her hair and down her back, his mouth rained kisses along her jaw and down her neck before finding her open mouth to spar with her tongue.
Her soft cries of pleasure as he worked his magic confirming what his brain had refused to admit.
His dream was in fact reality.
~I smell sex and candy~
~Who's that lounging~
~In my chair with me~
~Who's that casting~
~Devious stares in my direction~
~Mama this surely is a dream~
~Yeah, mama this surely is a dream~
He watched now where she lay next to him, her head nestled nicely onto his shoulder, their body's humming with sated desire and for the first time since all this began, Hunter watched as Lita fell into a restful sleep.
**
Blind – Part 11
**
~You know what you are~
~Some superstar~
~That's never been anywhere~
~Me, I won't pretend to~
~Say I don't see through~
~Some phoney standing up there~
Hunter stood in the middle of the locker room, his gaze focused wholly on the tiny monitor in front of him as the images of his two former compadres' as they made there way through the curtain to pause at the top of the ramp to let the crowd get a look at the next WWE World Champion, a man who had gained a reputation as being the Legend Killer within the ranks of the WWE.
A man who had set his sights on more then just legends and hall of fame-ers, a man who had set his sights on him and had won in gaining superior status within Evolution, a man who out of all the wrestlers in the WWE had the determination, the quickness and the backing to actually come out the new WWE Champion. And who knows, if Hunter had decided to stay back at the hotel instead of accompanying Lita for her match, Randy Orton may have just gotten his wish tonight.
A dash of red flashed in his peripheral vision and he didn't have to turn his head to know that Lita now stood at his side. 'Yet, there was something his former protégé would never have,' the corner of his mouth lifted up in a half smile. 'Lita.'
~Close your eyes and hope that no one else will see~
~Realize, exactly what you'll never be~
~This time, the curtain's landing on you~
~Some day, I'm going to see this come true~
'Did he think he could just turn on the Cerebral Assassin and that would be the end of it?' his hands balled into fists in anticipation. 'You'd think with the amount of time they had spent together the young upstart would have figured out that it takes more then a little setback like losing the title to keep The Game down.'
His mistake had been thinking that Hunter would stay down and he was not too ashamed to admit that at one time that was exactly what he was planning on doing, until he had a visit from a redheaded pixie who had coaxed and tempted him out of his gloomy state and thrown him head first into what they now deemed as 'their' era.
All in all he truly wished Randy well in his match against Goldberg, god knew he was going to need it.
And, when all this is said and done, if by some minor miracle of sorts, Randy does leave the arena the new WWE World Champion, well, that would just sweeten the pot because that would put Hunter that one step closer to beating him within a inch of his life, right there in that squared circle.
Payback definitely was a bitch and he couldn't wait to see that cocky smirk beaten off Randy's face.
~Back when, when we were friends~
~Now till the end~
~You promised we'd always be~
~Now it seems you've got a different dream~
~Thanks for including me~
~You spell "We" so differently~
His gaze now fell on the older of the two men.
Out of the two men, Flair was the one he had counted on. He had been by his side since the first and Hunter had thought of him like a brother.
Unbeatable.
Solid.
A force to be reckoned with.
Yet, now, all Hunter saw as he gazed at the man standing side by side with Randy Orton was an impurity born of friendship, a dreg of society and a decaying mass of human flesh.
He cocked an eyebrow and his face bore a thoughtful expression. 'Maybe he was laying it on a little too thick?' then his gaze fell on the redhead who was looking in a mirror primping her hair, she smiled as her gaze locked with his in the mirror and he returned her smile.
She was the one who had come to him, in the short amount of time they had all been a faction compared to the length of time he and Flair had been friends, it was Lita who had sought him out, cleaned him up and stayed by his side.
'Nah, he wasn't laying it on thick at all.'
~Close your eyes and hope that no one else will see~
~Realize, exactly what you'll never be~
~This time, the curtain's landing on you~
~Some day, I'm going to see this come true~
He felt Lita at his side now and he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her flush against his side, his head turning slightly to place a kiss on the top of her head.
"You okay?" she asked her hand trailing up to play along the neckline of his shirt.
Hunter reached out and flicked the switch that would bring the flashing monitor to darkness and turned to wrap both his arms around the woman who had come to mean more to him then his former Faction - Evolution, his former WWE World Championship Title and as his short stay in doom and gloom land had proved, his life.
His response was to capture his lips with his and show her with a kiss just how 'Okay' he was.
When he pulled away her face was flushed and her eyes stormy and he reluctantly released all but her hand to gently tug her towards the door.
"Come on," he whispered, reaching behind him to open the door. "I have still to keep my side of our arrangement."
She smiled warmly up at him as he continued. "Let's go win you that Women's Title."
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End
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