Oh, the things I do when I should be working on homework. Eh, what'll they do if I fail, kick me out of college? Wait...what's academic probation? Eh, who cares? On with the story!
*no roster split in this story, and I say who's heel and who's face, and who's still in WWE...so ha! ; P
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Spike lay at the center of the ring, desperately panting for breath. He could hear Test laughing at him as he walked back up the ramp. He knew the match he'd just thrown every ounce of his strength and effort into had meant nothing to the other man, it was just to prove a point to Steiner, he was just the jobber who'd been on the list for tonight. Of course, at least he'd actually gotten a match this week, and not even one for Sunday Night Heat either, but an actual RAW match. Sure, it was only a few minutes at the beginning of the show, but still, it's RAW. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be in a 6-man tag match with his brothers next week. Maybe.
But for right now, he'd better just try to collect what was left of his bruised bones after that vicious slam and try to crawl out of this ring before Triple H or whoever came down to make some 20-minute self-glorifying speech and just threw him out of it to get him out of the way. As he struggled to his knees, vibrant, pulsing music began to fill the arena.
"So f*ck your rules man. You step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to release all the sh*t that has made up my past..."
Spike barely had time to wonder, "What's she doing here?" before Lita was standing in front of him with a microphone.
"Spike," her voice had a peculiar stern gentleness to it, like a mother who has caught her child in some sort of trouble and only wants to help. "Spike, do you remember when we were in ECW? Do you remember what they called you?" She knelt down beside him as he continued to clutch his aching ribs. "Giant Killer...do you remember that? Because you were, you could do that. You took out men three times your size, men as huge as the Big Show, acid drop, 1-2-3, no one could beat you. Spike..." She looked hard into his eyes. "Where is the Giant Killer now?"
Spike looked away from her fierce, searching glare. He did not want to think about those days, especially now, right after a defeat. He did not want to think about when the entire crowd would be chanting his name, and a good portion of them would even be dressed like him, or have made signs just for him. Those days were in the past, he was just a jobber now, just a body to fill up space in the back.
Lita didn't seem to think so.
"Spike, look at me." She leaned down and whispered in his ear, away from the microphone, where no one else could hear, "Join me. Come with me, and slay giants again. Slay them all."
Spike looked up hesitantly into her hazel eyes. There was no look of teasing, no humor there. She seemed to actually be serious. He nodded, and stood shakily to his feet. Lita dropped the microphone and rolled from the ring, striding quickly and confidently back up the ramp with Spike trailing behind.
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So? I know that the former ECW stars are not the big names now, but those are the guys I love, so that's who I'm writing the story about. And no, this isn't going to be a Spike/Lita romance (though that sounds kind of cute, doesn't it?). I just happened to start with him. So tell me what you think. Should I continue it? Let it shrivel up and die? I've pretty much already written the entire story in my head, I'm just working out the details now, so if I get enough reviews to continue, the updates will be posted in a rather timely fashion. Aargh, seriously! Just press the little purple button and let me know what you think!
*no roster split in this story, and I say who's heel and who's face, and who's still in WWE...so ha! ; P
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Spike lay at the center of the ring, desperately panting for breath. He could hear Test laughing at him as he walked back up the ramp. He knew the match he'd just thrown every ounce of his strength and effort into had meant nothing to the other man, it was just to prove a point to Steiner, he was just the jobber who'd been on the list for tonight. Of course, at least he'd actually gotten a match this week, and not even one for Sunday Night Heat either, but an actual RAW match. Sure, it was only a few minutes at the beginning of the show, but still, it's RAW. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be in a 6-man tag match with his brothers next week. Maybe.
But for right now, he'd better just try to collect what was left of his bruised bones after that vicious slam and try to crawl out of this ring before Triple H or whoever came down to make some 20-minute self-glorifying speech and just threw him out of it to get him out of the way. As he struggled to his knees, vibrant, pulsing music began to fill the arena.
"So f*ck your rules man. You step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to release all the sh*t that has made up my past..."
Spike barely had time to wonder, "What's she doing here?" before Lita was standing in front of him with a microphone.
"Spike," her voice had a peculiar stern gentleness to it, like a mother who has caught her child in some sort of trouble and only wants to help. "Spike, do you remember when we were in ECW? Do you remember what they called you?" She knelt down beside him as he continued to clutch his aching ribs. "Giant Killer...do you remember that? Because you were, you could do that. You took out men three times your size, men as huge as the Big Show, acid drop, 1-2-3, no one could beat you. Spike..." She looked hard into his eyes. "Where is the Giant Killer now?"
Spike looked away from her fierce, searching glare. He did not want to think about those days, especially now, right after a defeat. He did not want to think about when the entire crowd would be chanting his name, and a good portion of them would even be dressed like him, or have made signs just for him. Those days were in the past, he was just a jobber now, just a body to fill up space in the back.
Lita didn't seem to think so.
"Spike, look at me." She leaned down and whispered in his ear, away from the microphone, where no one else could hear, "Join me. Come with me, and slay giants again. Slay them all."
Spike looked up hesitantly into her hazel eyes. There was no look of teasing, no humor there. She seemed to actually be serious. He nodded, and stood shakily to his feet. Lita dropped the microphone and rolled from the ring, striding quickly and confidently back up the ramp with Spike trailing behind.
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So? I know that the former ECW stars are not the big names now, but those are the guys I love, so that's who I'm writing the story about. And no, this isn't going to be a Spike/Lita romance (though that sounds kind of cute, doesn't it?). I just happened to start with him. So tell me what you think. Should I continue it? Let it shrivel up and die? I've pretty much already written the entire story in my head, I'm just working out the details now, so if I get enough reviews to continue, the updates will be posted in a rather timely fashion. Aargh, seriously! Just press the little purple button and let me know what you think!