Playing With Fire - 7/? - T - Lita/Orton
The redhead bounced on the balls of her feet, peeking through a small gap in the curtain as ‘All the things she said’ by T.A.T.U blasted through the speakers, the baseline shaking the ground she stood on. Victoria was only halfway down the ramp, posing as the fans stared on. Who would they cheer for? Victoria, the typical heel? Or Lita, one fifth of the company’s most dominant - albeit ruthless - stable? “You okay?” the voice was breathy and close to her ear. Feeling cold fingertips against her forearm, the redhead stopped her bouncing motion. “I
know I aint your favourite person right now…But the note was just a joke.”
“Whatever, Randy, I have a match and I really should be heading out there right now…” The music which currently played stopped and, for the first time, she heard the fans cheer Victoria. Her heart began to beat irregularly. She was going to be booed.
“Look, I’m just saying that if you need me down there, I will be…”
The familiar song - which Lita had come to associate with Evolution - began to play and the diva turned to stare at Randy. She didn’t even have her own ring song anymore. “Why would I need you?” she spat, angrily and stormed through the curtain, leaving it flapping behind her and making her way to the ring as quickly as possible in an effort to stop ‘Line In The Hand’ from playing any longer than it needed to.
Randy watched through the same gap in the curtain Lita had vacated as the steel cage began to lower around the ring. Lita chewed on her thumb nail, looking up towards ‘the third member of the match’ as JR called it. The other hand rubbed the back of her neck once more and Randy found himself chewing on the inside of his lip : there was a predatory look on Victoria’s face that couldn’t be matched by another diva. The raven haired diva wasted no time, tackling Lita before the steel cage had even reached the edge of the ring. For the first few minutes, the two tussled and fought using dropkicks, DDT’s and every other moves in their arsenal - including a few dirty ones on Victoria’s part. Randy shook his head - he had been stupid to think that Lita would actually need his help; she could handle herself better than most and it wasn’t like he would actually be able to help her against Victoria. He was a lot of things but his mother had brought him up well - a man never hit a woman. And, besides that, he was certain that Dave would beat him within an inch of his life if he touched his precious ‘Vicky’.
The twenty three year old laughed as he watched Victoria, unable to move as Lita crawled slowly towards the door. There wasn’t much point waiting now, he thought to himself, as he turned his back on the curtain, making his way back to the Evolution locker room. She would only complain - or worse, tease him - if she knew he waited like some sort of mother hen. His hand had just reached the cold metal of the door handle, when the door was hauled open; Dave Batista sprinting past him, Ric Flair hot on his heels. “What’s going on?!” he called, but received no answer. At least not from those two - instead, his reply came from Triple H who, sledgehammer in hand, came swaggering from the locker room.
“Hardy.” Hunter replied simply, looking murderous.
know I aint your favourite person right now…But the note was just a joke.”
“Whatever, Randy, I have a match and I really should be heading out there right now…” The music which currently played stopped and, for the first time, she heard the fans cheer Victoria. Her heart began to beat irregularly. She was going to be booed.
“Look, I’m just saying that if you need me down there, I will be…”
The familiar song - which Lita had come to associate with Evolution - began to play and the diva turned to stare at Randy. She didn’t even have her own ring song anymore. “Why would I need you?” she spat, angrily and stormed through the curtain, leaving it flapping behind her and making her way to the ring as quickly as possible in an effort to stop ‘Line In The Hand’ from playing any longer than it needed to.
Randy watched through the same gap in the curtain Lita had vacated as the steel cage began to lower around the ring. Lita chewed on her thumb nail, looking up towards ‘the third member of the match’ as JR called it. The other hand rubbed the back of her neck once more and Randy found himself chewing on the inside of his lip : there was a predatory look on Victoria’s face that couldn’t be matched by another diva. The raven haired diva wasted no time, tackling Lita before the steel cage had even reached the edge of the ring. For the first few minutes, the two tussled and fought using dropkicks, DDT’s and every other moves in their arsenal - including a few dirty ones on Victoria’s part. Randy shook his head - he had been stupid to think that Lita would actually need his help; she could handle herself better than most and it wasn’t like he would actually be able to help her against Victoria. He was a lot of things but his mother had brought him up well - a man never hit a woman. And, besides that, he was certain that Dave would beat him within an inch of his life if he touched his precious ‘Vicky’.
The twenty three year old laughed as he watched Victoria, unable to move as Lita crawled slowly towards the door. There wasn’t much point waiting now, he thought to himself, as he turned his back on the curtain, making his way back to the Evolution locker room. She would only complain - or worse, tease him - if she knew he waited like some sort of mother hen. His hand had just reached the cold metal of the door handle, when the door was hauled open; Dave Batista sprinting past him, Ric Flair hot on his heels. “What’s going on?!” he called, but received no answer. At least not from those two - instead, his reply came from Triple H who, sledgehammer in hand, came swaggering from the locker room.
“Hardy.” Hunter replied simply, looking murderous.