Title: Bridges Burned
Author: twstofate
Rating: R for profanity and adult situations (no sex scenes though)
Spoilers: King of the Ring 2001 (yeah, I'm going way back)
Disclaimer: I don't own the wrestlers or the WWE. I have no rights to "Cry
Me a River" by Justin Timberlake.
Summary: When a wrestler discovers his girlfriend has been cheating on
him, he makes plans to get even.
Notes: This story is heavily influence by Justin's "Cry Me a River" video
(I'm sorry, I'm not a fan, but my friends are). And I'm just feeling
inspired on this, I don't know about the rest of my fics at the moment.
*
// You were my sun, you were my earth \\
"Hey," Edge said as he slipped into the tattered both at some hole-in-the- wall diner.
"Hello," was the terse, low reply.
"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" Edge asked.
"She's cheating on me," the other man answered.
"Like I give a crap," Edge said.
"Look, I know you and I aren't friends," he replied. "But I was so blind to her true nature that I couldn't see exactly what was going on. Now I know she played me."
"I could have told you that would happen," Edge said, rolling his eyes.
"I know you could have," he replied. "But that's not the worst of it."
"What?" Edge asked, leaning against the table, even though there appeared to be a layer of grime on top of it.
"She cheating on me with Jericho," he replied. "My best fucking friend."
"Shit," Edge said.
"Yeah," he replied.
"How do you know this?" Edge asked.
"Because he told me," was the hurt reply.
"How do you know he's not fucking with you?" Edge asked.
"He's my best friend," he replied.
"I think you can safely say he was your best friend," Edge said, nodding at the waitress as she dropped off a cup of coffee for him and refilled the other man's cup.
"Yeah," he replied. "The hell of it is that everyone loves her ass."
"What?" Edge asked.
"If I break up with her, everyone is going to just assume that I did something," he said, sipping the bitter coffee as if it would chase away the cold within him.
"What the hell does this have to do with me?" Edge asked.
"I want you to start going out with her," he replied.
"What?" Edge asked, his eyes widening with shock.
"We're enemies so it will look like she's just making the rounds through the guys in the locker room," he reasoned. "That will ruin some of her credibility and she'll be just 'heartbroken' enough that she won't worry about how it looks."
"I don't want to touch her skanky ass," Edge replied.
"It'll just be for a little while," he said. "Until we can get someone to befriend her."
"What?" Edge asked.
"You're going to do to her what she did to me," he said.
"And who exactly do you propose I cheat on her with?" Edge asked.
"Trish," he said.
"No," Edge said. "Trish is my friend."
"And she hates her," he said.
"She's trying to be a better person," Edge said.
"Just like you," the other man sighed.
"Look, maybe someone else would be willing to help you," Edge said.
"You just won the damn King of the Ring tournament," he said. "Kurt is too busy screwing Stephanie McMahon. I don't trust Shane McMahon. Your brother is scum. And I can't get anyone else involved."
"Jeff?" Edge asked.
"That would kill Jeff," the other man said.
"Why do I want to help you?" Edge said.
"Because you know exactly how two-faced she is," he said. "You tried to warn me before. Now we can expose her for what she is."
"How will this expose her?" Edge asked.
"She will show what a bitch she is to Trish and you," he said. "And then you can hit her with what she did to me. And Jericho would collaborate."
"I don't know that Trish would be willing to help," Edge said.
"Then we can get someone else," he said. "Are you in?"
"Yeah," Edge said. "I'll talk to Trish tonight."
"Okay," he said. "I'll break it off tonight."
*
// You took a chance and made other plan. Bet you didn't think they would come crashing in. \\
"We can work it out," she cried, her make-up streaking down her face.
"We can't work this out," he replied, his voice soft. "I can't trust you anymore. You're not the same person to me anymore."
"Don't leave!" she cried.
"I can't even look at you right now and you want me to stay around while you cry?" he asked. "I don't think so."
"What about your brother?" she asked.
"What about him?" he asked.
"He's not going to like this," she said.
"You're right," he said. "Because he trusted you too. You played us both really."
"I didn't play you," she cried.
"I'm done feeling like shit about this," he said. "I don't want to be around you. I have another room. Maybe Jericho will fuck you to sleep."
"Matt!" she exclaimed.
"Good-bye Lita," Matt Hardy said as he left his hotel room with his suitcase in hand.
*
// You were my sun, you were my earth \\
"Hey," Edge said as he slipped into the tattered both at some hole-in-the- wall diner.
"Hello," was the terse, low reply.
"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" Edge asked.
"She's cheating on me," the other man answered.
"Like I give a crap," Edge said.
"Look, I know you and I aren't friends," he replied. "But I was so blind to her true nature that I couldn't see exactly what was going on. Now I know she played me."
"I could have told you that would happen," Edge said, rolling his eyes.
"I know you could have," he replied. "But that's not the worst of it."
"What?" Edge asked, leaning against the table, even though there appeared to be a layer of grime on top of it.
"She cheating on me with Jericho," he replied. "My best fucking friend."
"Shit," Edge said.
"Yeah," he replied.
"How do you know this?" Edge asked.
"Because he told me," was the hurt reply.
"How do you know he's not fucking with you?" Edge asked.
"He's my best friend," he replied.
"I think you can safely say he was your best friend," Edge said, nodding at the waitress as she dropped off a cup of coffee for him and refilled the other man's cup.
"Yeah," he replied. "The hell of it is that everyone loves her ass."
"What?" Edge asked.
"If I break up with her, everyone is going to just assume that I did something," he said, sipping the bitter coffee as if it would chase away the cold within him.
"What the hell does this have to do with me?" Edge asked.
"I want you to start going out with her," he replied.
"What?" Edge asked, his eyes widening with shock.
"We're enemies so it will look like she's just making the rounds through the guys in the locker room," he reasoned. "That will ruin some of her credibility and she'll be just 'heartbroken' enough that she won't worry about how it looks."
"I don't want to touch her skanky ass," Edge replied.
"It'll just be for a little while," he said. "Until we can get someone to befriend her."
"What?" Edge asked.
"You're going to do to her what she did to me," he said.
"And who exactly do you propose I cheat on her with?" Edge asked.
"Trish," he said.
"No," Edge said. "Trish is my friend."
"And she hates her," he said.
"She's trying to be a better person," Edge said.
"Just like you," the other man sighed.
"Look, maybe someone else would be willing to help you," Edge said.
"You just won the damn King of the Ring tournament," he said. "Kurt is too busy screwing Stephanie McMahon. I don't trust Shane McMahon. Your brother is scum. And I can't get anyone else involved."
"Jeff?" Edge asked.
"That would kill Jeff," the other man said.
"Why do I want to help you?" Edge said.
"Because you know exactly how two-faced she is," he said. "You tried to warn me before. Now we can expose her for what she is."
"How will this expose her?" Edge asked.
"She will show what a bitch she is to Trish and you," he said. "And then you can hit her with what she did to me. And Jericho would collaborate."
"I don't know that Trish would be willing to help," Edge said.
"Then we can get someone else," he said. "Are you in?"
"Yeah," Edge said. "I'll talk to Trish tonight."
"Okay," he said. "I'll break it off tonight."
*
// You took a chance and made other plan. Bet you didn't think they would come crashing in. \\
"We can work it out," she cried, her make-up streaking down her face.
"We can't work this out," he replied, his voice soft. "I can't trust you anymore. You're not the same person to me anymore."
"Don't leave!" she cried.
"I can't even look at you right now and you want me to stay around while you cry?" he asked. "I don't think so."
"What about your brother?" she asked.
"What about him?" he asked.
"He's not going to like this," she said.
"You're right," he said. "Because he trusted you too. You played us both really."
"I didn't play you," she cried.
"I'm done feeling like shit about this," he said. "I don't want to be around you. I have another room. Maybe Jericho will fuck you to sleep."
"Matt!" she exclaimed.
"Good-bye Lita," Matt Hardy said as he left his hotel room with his suitcase in hand.