Title: Until I Collapse
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own a thing.
Rating: M
Spoilers: Probably not so much at this point.
Summary: Lita gets some alleviation to her frustrations in more than one way. But how long will it last? Includes: Lita, Victoria, John Cena & others.

Shadow Shawnna: About this story being a drama/angst story…er...it was supposed to be a drama/angst story and I'm still quite hopeful it'll at some point turn out to be that way…But I just can't help myself at times…I'll try to work on it, lol. Thanks for your reviews!

justagirl8225: For the purposes of this fic, Randy has to be an asshole…It'll probably take a long time before I get to the point where it matters, er, but we'll get there, lol. Thanks for reviewing!

Myth: I'm glad you like it. :) Something will be revealed about the mystery group in this chapter…Thanks for the review, I appreciate it!

Thank you all very much for your reviews. I'm sorry it has taken me so very very long to update this and I don't have any excuse for it, only that I just simply haven't been interested enough to work on it. / But I hope I'll be able to update sooner next time…not likely, but it's a maybe:)

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He looked at the three men in front of him, his expression scrutinizing. They sat around in the hotel room, sufficiently close to each other so that he, the definite leader of the group could see all of them without having to turn his head.

His gaze lingered on each of them, the man weighing and measuring all of their pros and cons. They all had their weaknesses, but in order to make it all work he had to ignore some of them and try to do best with what he had. Of course, there were lots of things they were able to achieve also, and those things just happened to be what he needed.

Or what he had needed. He wasn't so sure he needed that so much anymore. Pity.

Raw power was still definitely a pro, since it was the number one thing he'd needed from them. Two of the men in front of him had that, albeit the other had a bit more than the other. Both men were tall, muscular, quite evil looking men…of course the latter wouldn't matter in this case.

The third one…well, the third one was really just a joke, if he had to say his absolutely honest opinion. His appearance was somewhat arresting, not in a good way, really…His hair was the definite opposite to himself…himself having no hair whatsoever. Maybe that was why the man's hair stood out so much to him.

Whatever the case and however the joke he might be, that joke was now the United States Champion.

That thought brought a sudden smile to his lips.

Not because he was particularly happy with the man sitting before him being the US Champion, but the fact that the former US Champion was…just that. Former.

But that might not last too long, he thought as the smile dropped from his face just as fast as it had appeared.

At the night of Survivor Series, the General Manager of Smackdown, Theodore Long, had made a match for the United States Championship that would take place next Thursday night on Smackdown!

John Cena versus Carlito Caribbean Cool.

Now, he had no doubt, really, that John Cena would win the match, if it were to be a one-on-one match…On the other hand. He, being the powerful and influential man that he was, could surely work something out. Wouldn't it be such a shame that after all John Cena's been through, he still wouldn't get the title he so boldly considered to be his, back?

Yes, a shame indeed.

Seeing as that title meant so much to the man he so much loathed, it wouldn't do for him to win it back, now would it? No, no, no. Not at all.

He let the small smile creep back to his lips.

No, John Cena was not getting that title back if he had anything to say about it. Or do about it.

But that wasn't nearly enough. There was one more thing he wanted to take away from him. One more thing that he guessed would be even harder for Cena to bear. Something that would sting even more. Oh yes.

Lita.

He wasn't so sure what the deal was with the two of them, how serious it was…But for the looks of it, it was definitely developing into something.

He let the smile spread to his face once again, the laughter echoing in the room.

This was going to be great. John Cena wouldn't know what hit him. And this time, it wouldn't be just physical pain he was going to be in, no.

He was going to get his heart broken, ripped apart.

Then he would see. He would see that no one, no one messed with Kurt Angle.

Cena might have already forgotten, but Kurt certainly hadn't. He remembered very clearly the way the other wrestler had acted towards him.

And then of course, there was the inexplicable disgust and hatred he felt towards the Doctor of the fucking Thuganomics.

Now there was only one man he needed to meet before he could get his plan into action. The three men before him weren't enough anymore. He needed someone more…capable. Someone who could pull this off. He had just the right man on his mind.

Oh yes. John Cena would see.

And it wasn't going to be pretty.

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Lita had a frown on her face as she sat down on the backseat of the cab. She was trying very hard to completely ignore the person who was currently settling down next to her.

It was just her luck to get stuck with him on the damn cab too.

Randy Orton leaned against the seat with an annoyingly comfortable and relaxed air around him. He had thrown a black suit jacket over his blue shirt and he had sunglasses on.

She was sure he was watching her from the corner of his eye.

When Lita told the driver which hotel she wanted to get to, her luck continued to blossom.

Randy Orton was staying in that exact same hotel.

The thought made her want to growl.

Instead she stayed quiet as death for the whole drive from the airport to her hotel. She didn't so much as glance in the direction of the Legend Killer, but still felt his eyes on her every once in a while.

It could simply be only her imagination, but she was positive that the man was smirking at her.

She did not turn to verify that notion.

Once at the hotel, she started digging her purse to find her wallet, but before she was able to grab the money, Randy Orton had already leaned over to the driver and handed him a small stack of money.

He winked at her. "The drive's on me. You can put that wallet back in your purse."

Lita stared at him, indignant, opening her mouth for the first time. "I can pay for my own cab, thank you very much."

"I'm sure you can", Randy conceded with a small smirk. "But this time you won't. I already paid for you, so you can just as well be happy for it."

Lita glared at him. The man had nerve!

Despite the fact that Randy had indeed paid for her already, she offered her own money to the driver, who only smiled a little and said he was already paid. He didn't take the money.

Now Lita was sure Orton was smirking at her.

She got off the car and went to fetch her luggage. Only to find that her suitcase was in the tight grip of Randy Orton. He had a smile on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lita asked, irritated.

The man had the nerve to raise his eyebrows at her. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Then he turned around and strode over to the entrance of the hotel, leaving Lita standing there.

She quickly went after him, falling in step with him in the lobby. "Give me back my suitcase", she hissed at him.

Orton ignored her. "Where's your room?"

"What?" Lita asked, wiping her hair angrily.

Randy stopped in front of an elevator, repeating his question. "I asked you where your room was." He seemed to enjoy himself.

"That's not any of your business. Now give me the damn suitcase!"

"It would help to get this suitcase", he lifted the object, "to your room, if I knew where that said room was, don't you think?" He stepped into the elevator and Lita did the same.

"Which floor?" He asked, glancing at Lita with a raised brow when she glared at him.

Lita didn't answer; instead she almost lunged at him, grabbing her suitcase and trying to snatch it free, but to no avail as Randy kept a tight hold on it. She lost her footing in the midst of her battle and stumbled against Randy.

Randy smirked. "I know how tempting it is, but can't we wait until after we get to the room?"

Lita stared at him, incredulous. "Fuck you."

Randy's smirk only widened and Lita realized too late that she shouldn't have said that.

"Well, aren't you impatient", he stated mirthfully. "In that case we better hurry. We don't want to have audience, now do we? But if you insist though…"

Lita wanted to hit him so bad that her knuckles ached. Instead she attacked one of the buttons in the elevator and the elevator started ascending.

She kept her face towards the doors, trying to imagine she was alone in the elevator. The attempt however was ruined, when Randy stepped behind her and leaned over her shoulder, his breath tickling on her neck.

"Why do you keep fighting this?" He whispered, leaning his face in her neck.

Lita flinched away from him, turning to face him, eyes flashing. "Why do I keep fighting what exactly? There is nothing, nothing between you and me and there will never be, alright?" She clenched her hands at her sides. "Why can't you understand that? No is a no, get it?"

Randy's smile curdled and his eyes hardened a bit. He couldn't understand why the redhead was behaving like this. He knew she wanted him. Yet she rejected him every time. And that was unheard-of.

It was also what kept him trying. He wanted her and he knew she wanted him too and he wasn't about to stop until he got her.

"We'll see, won't we?" He forced his voice lighter than he felt.

They stepped out of the elevator, Lita hardly able to contain her anger. She stormed through the corridor, not stopping until she reached her hotel room's door. There she waited impatiently while Randy took his sweet time shambling after her. With her suitcase. And by the look on his face, he was doing it on purpose.

Lita closed her eyes and tried to calm herself as she waited until he was standing next to her.

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John Cena was walking down the corridor of the hotel he had just arrived to. It was due to a lucky coincidence that he was here this soon. One of the passengers in the booked up plane had cancelled his or hers flight at the very last minute and he had been the one to get the ticket, which was lucky in itself too.

So here he was, looking for his hotel room. It shouldn't be very far now. He continued walking, absorbed in some random thoughts as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder every once in a while.

After a minute he turned a corner – and stopped in his tracks.

He looked over the corridor in which he had arrived, frowning. Not that there was anything specifically peculiarabout the corridor – just something strange that caught his eye. And made his eyes narrow slightly.

It was Lita, but she wasn't alone.

She was standing in front of a hotel room door, which he presumed was her own, talking with Randy Orton who, apparently, was holding her suitcase. John couldn't see her face, since her back was facing him, but judging by the smirk on Orton's face, she wasn't acting exactly unpleasant towards him.

John frowned heavily as he looked on. Lita had picked her keycard from her purse and was now opening the door – for Randy. He felt himself tense up as he watched Orton walk straight into the room and Lita closing it behind them.

He realized he was gripping on the strap of his bag a little too tightly and loosened his hold. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but….What a hell was Lita doing with him?

Why the hell would she invite Randy Orton to her room? The man was an ass. He would surely try to take advantage of her somehow…The small voice in his mind told him things he didn't want to hear, and trying to ignore it he strode through the corridor.

He went past Lita's room – and Randy's – his mind told him, snickering, and turning another corner he walked until he got to his own room.

He had no idea what Lita was doing with Randy Orton, but he knew he didn't like it.

Not one bit.