Send to: All Contacts (257)
From: Adam Copeland (rated_rsuperstar23)
Subject: 26 Reasons Why
Send this to all of your contacts! This is called "26 Reasons Why" … you love your significant other! Erase my answers and add your own. Afterward, forward it so everyone can see what you wrote!
First off, we're going to get some basics down.
Your name: Adam. But some people call me Addy or my wrestling name, Edge.
Significant other's name: Jay Reso. Childhood friends turned lovers! *heart*
Here come the 26 reasons. Think hard and try not to repeat anything!
A is for … Affection. I don't always show it, but I love to be loved and to give love in return. Jay Jay knows this and he never misses a chance to kiss me and take my breath away.
B is for … Brothers. We grew up together and we're still best friends. We were like brothers growing up, but now we're lovers. Part of our brotherhood still stays strong, though.
C is for … Cooking. Jay and I LOVE to cook! Our moms would always be pissed because we'd make a huge mess in the kitchen and then leave it there while we ran off to do whatever crossed our minds next. To this day, Jay and I still cook, but this time around we clean up after ourselves. ;)
D is for … Drunk. I'll admit it, I have a bit of a drinking problem. Jay always makes me feel better though, so because of him I don't have violent benders and I've stopped drinking some!
E is for … Edmonton, AB, Canada. When we were young and on the independent wrestling circuit, we took my truck across Canada before it broke down in the middle of Edmonton. Broke, cold, and hungry, Jay and I huddled together to keep warm. That night, in the middle of Edmonton, we shared our first kiss. Despite the freezing cold and the whipping winds, nothing could have made that moment suck!
F is for … Friendship. Pretty self explanatory! :D
G is for … Girls. When we were younger and in love, we'd piss each other off by hooking up with different girls when we had minor fights between us. We're both bisexual (leaning WAY more towards the guy end, though) but I'm glad we're done with that phase of our relationship. Jay, I apologize for fucking that European girl!
H is for … Home. I love work! I love to travel and do my job of wrestling. But a part of me loves being home with Jay WAY more than working!
I is for … Intuition. I know about some things before they even happen. I don't even know why! I got a vision that Jay was going to be in a huge plane wreck, and I bugged and pestered him into staying home and missing his flight. He was fuming! It wasn't until later that day that the news came on and showed Jay what I had foresaw: the plane he was supposed to be on crashed into smithereens (I love that word xD) with no survivors. Jay immediately started crying and held onto me, finally understanding my vision and that my visions DO come true.
J is for … "Jason" Reso – his real name is William Jason Reso! I love my Jay Jay (: *heart*
K is for … Kinky. Shh, but Jay likes pain! I like it best when he dominates me, but even the simple dig of the nail into his back sends shivers down his spine.
L is for … Long hair. Back in the day, Jay and I had nearly matching long blond hair! I loved it so much, but then we got a bit older and chopped it off. Now we sport cute, short 'dos.
M is for … Marriage. What, you didn't think this ring was just for fashion, did you?
N is for … Nuts. We're both mildly allergic to nuts, believe it or not. What are the odds? There is one kind of nut the two of us can both enjoy without swelling up…
O is for … Oysterfest '86. Jay was 13 and I was, too. (We have 1 month apart birthdays – I'm older, though!) In the beginning of December in 1986, our town was holding an Oysterfest – basically a place to eat as many oysters as one could possibly eat. There were some rides there for kids, the most popular being the mini-rollercoaster and the Ferris wheel, a ride most populated by teenage couples. Jay and I went to it, helping ourselves to all of the free oysters. We must have swallowed back 50 each, easily. Then we ran around like young teen boys, racing each other all over the festival grounds. We finally made it to the Ferris wheel line and waited to get on together. It was cold as shit, and the cold metal on our asses was ridiculous. Having just eaten all of those damn oysters and then running around and then being so high up in the air, we simultaneously got sick. Jay was the first to barf, and he did it all over the seat in front of us (two bench seats facing each other. We were sitting next to each other on one). The sight of Jay puking set me over the edge and I threw up, too. The dude running the ride had no idea what was going on, so by the time the fucking ride ended, we were both covered in our own oyster-chunk filled vomit. I have a hard time to this day eating oysters.
P is for … Pie. Sounds innocent enough, right? Except we construct and eat the pies off of each other!
Q is for … Quarters. When we were younger, we always flipped a quarter to see what we would do. Every single time, without fail, he would choose tails, and I heads. Jay usually did the flipping, and I'm pretty sure he cheated a lot. That's right, Jay, I'm onto you!
R is for … Rock 'n Roll. Again, self explanatory! A passion that's followed through to adulthood!
S is for … Sex. It's hot, it's wild, and definitely rated R! (: That's all you're gonna find out!
T is for … Tonsils. When Jay's tonsils got inflamed and he had to get them removed, I decided to get mine removed, too, so he wouldn't feel so alone. It took a lot of pestering the doctor, but I finally convinced him. Jay and I ate ice cream for a week together until our throats healed.
U is for … Urinals. Jay KNOWS I hate using urinals, so whenever we both have to piss at the same time, he'll run in before me and lock all the stalls so I'm forced to piss into that vile, disgusting disease pool. It was worse when we were kids.
V is for … Vulgar. Almost everything we do is vulgar. Our language, our actions, our humor … you get the point. My rated-R has rubbed off on Mr. Reso in a huge amount.
W is for … WWE! Best job in the world, hands down! It's my life, and Jay's life, too. We live, breathe, eat, and sleep WWE.
X is for … XXX Clubs. Jay used to drag me to them all the time. They were disgusting.
Y is for … Yodeling. Back in WWF, Jay and I were annoying. We used kazoos, played with streamers, and bugged everyone in the locker room. And it was fun as shit. We took up yodeling to piss everyone off, and we can still kind of do it. Don't ask us to, because it annoys US now!
Z is for … Zeus. The most superior god in Greek history, everybody worshipped Zeus. In WWF, everybody worshipped us. Now, I worship Jay. He's the only one for me.
Any last thoughts?
Jay Jay, I love you with everything in me! You're so cute and so funny. Kiss kiss! *heart* I'll be waiting to give you your own personal 5-second pose when we see each other again!
A/N: Just something I figured I'd try. Hope you all like it! Next chapter will be a different pairing, with one of them having a name that starts with "B" (will be using the alphabet as the trend.) Please review if you enjoyed it. c:
Please note: I left some spelling/grammatical mistakes in there. It's supposed to be in an e-mail format, so I felt the need to keep it as such.