This story is about Edge and Christian.. not Jay and Adam. They are
in character the whole time and it takes place when they became the 7
time WWF Tag Team Champions! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own NO ONE in the WWE, but if Christian is available , I am willing to take him! ;)
Distribution: ask first please!
"Dude, we so rule!" the tall blonde commented to his younger
brother who sat beside him. He smiled to himself, displaying perfect
white teeth.
"Yeah we do." the younger man replied as he pulled his dark
blonde hair back into a ponytail. "So Edge, what are we doing to
celebrate our total victorification? He asked, patting the gold belt
that hung over his shoulder. His sparkling aqua eyes drifted to look
at his brother.
"Um...well Christian, we can find a club or something. But,
this town is a bit on the heinous side..." he trailed off, "So,
uh...I don't know."
"we can pick up some chicks!" Christian suggested. Edge
turned to face him in disbelief.
"Christian! You really want to pick up chicks here?" He
stared as the car paused at a red light. His long, thin face looked
disgusted, as did his deep brown eyes offset by his long blonde hair.
Christian, on the other hand, had a rounder face with a goatee; he
looked innocently confused. But, like always, his eyes and smile
shone through his confusion.
"Okay, good point. We can go throw firecrackers at the
homeless!" He exclaimed excitedly. Edge pondered the thought for a
moment.
"But we always do that!" he protested from the drivers
seat. "You know, most people celebrate with alcohol." He pointed out,
glancing at Christian to see his reaction.
"But we don't drink." He reached his arm into the backseat
and pulled a large trophy into the front with him. "I missed you
Senorita Trophy." He whispered as he gently kissed it. Edge rolled
his eyes at the scene.
"We're going to start tonight. Farooq told me it helps in
towns like this where they're all heinous and ugly." He turned left
onto a brightly lit street with several neon signs. Clubs lined both
sides. "Okay pick one." Christian poked his head out the window to
get a better view.
"Um....that one!" He pointed. Edge slowed down to check it
out. He noticed the all male line.
"Um, dude, I think that's a bar for people who lead, um..."
He tried to find the words to explain it. "Christian, that's a bar
for boys that like other boys."
"I like boys. I like you, you're a boy." He said hopefully,
smiling his innocent smile.
"No Christian, you don't. Trust me. That bar is not for us."
Christian looked disappointed, but perked up when he saw a new sign.
"Dude, check it out!" He gestured frantically, " They sell
Edge soda there!" He pointed again, "LOOK!"
"Woah, that rules! Edge soda here we come!"" The high-fived.
"Sodas totally rule all!" They cried in unison. Edge pulled
the car into the parking lot. They both exited into the cool night
air. Christian stretched and adjusted his shirt.
"Damn I'm pretty." he remarked to himself in the mirror.
"Dude, this is so going to rule!" Edge said as they walked
towards the door.