This is my first story. Please review cause I want to continue it but I also need someone to read it. It will be in different peoples point of views but mostly Edge and Christian's. Any ideas for future chapters or improvements will be accepted. I don't own WWE or any of it's superstars...etc. Wish I did!
Chapter 1
Edge's POV
"Hey assclown, don't contradict me. This is my boat!".
I sigh quickly and look further ahead to see a staggering Chris Irvine or Jericho to fans, shouting varies words at a man. I walk over the small bridge that separates the port's dock and the boat. As I go onboard, I spot Chris making a fool of himself. I put my bag on the wooden deck and walk over to him.
"Oh yeah, do you know who I am? I am Chris Jericho. The greatest wrestler in the world!".
"Sir, please. I think you should put the glass down and stop drinking. You're quite drunk and you should try to sober up", the man, who appeared to be a boat bartender, tried to reason with my idiotic friend.
"You did not just say that I'm drunk, did you?", Chris steps forward as a threat but stumbles and nearly falls over, "Woops, anyway, I'm not drunk. I'm just a little itsy bitsy bit tipsy!", he finishes. I walk closer to them.
" Mr Irvine..", the bartender is cut of when Chris screams 'Jericho' in his face, "…Jericho. I don't really understand what you just said."
Chris's eyes go huge. His mouth falls open and he stays still for a moment. I see drool slide down his mouth. I decide to intervene. I walk over and stand beside the now shocked bartender, both of us staring at Jericho.
"Did he have wine?", I ask.
"I gave him a sherry….", he replies.
"Ah, yes. You see he has a bad reaction to most wines. He goes mad and acts quite drunk even if he's only had a glass. I apologize on behalf of him.", I say, having understood what the bartender just went through with Chris.
Chris snaps out of his trance and puts a shaky arm around my shoulder. Not expecting it, I nearly fall over.
"AddyAdam, I must be very tipsy!", he says, slurring every word.
I steady my balance and give him a small smile.
"Your proper drunk man. How much did you drink?".
"I think I had 5 glasses. I got here early. But listen, whatever the wine man said, it's not true. I am not drunk, I'm drunk!", he says while removing his arm from my shoulder and making shapes with his hand.
I nod my head at him and hook his arm with my mine, "Come on dude, lets sit down for a bit", I drag him with me, giving the bartender one last apologetic smile.
I pull him till we get to a row of chairs and we sit down. He looks at me, a 5 year old grin covering his face and his eyes dreamy.
I chuckle and say, "What's the face for?".
"I love you, Addy", he says romantically.
I raise an eyebrow and am pulled into a passionate hug by him. He holds me for a few minutes, then I hear snoring. He fell asleep on me. I shake my head in disbelief at how one man can be so annoying yet so hilarious at the same time. I gently lift him away from me and place his head on the chair he is on. I cross my arms and watch the others on deck. Vince decided to bring us all on a boat break from wrestling. He wasn't actually coming but he got us a boat to go on that will bring us around Florida's coastline. Not a bad idea. Relaxing and not painful. I watch as my fellow wrestlers arrange themselves.
I watch Paul Levesque aka Triple H, talking on his mobile, probably to Vince. An impatient looking Michael Hickenbottom aka Shawn Michaels is beside him. I then move my eyes to two men who are quarrelling. I listen carefully and hear some words exchanged between Matt and Jeff Hardy. I don't know what they're fighting about, but it must be heated because Jeff walks of with looks of shock and anger on his face.
He walks quickly past me and I say 'hi' as he passes. He grunts and goes around me. "Ok", I say to myself.
I look at Matt and see him sigh. He looks around, unsure of what to do, but then starts walking the same way Jeff went.
"Hey", I say as he's about to pass me, "Everything ok between you guys?".
He looks at me and shakes his head no, looking sad. I look at him with a worried face. "I made a big mistake, Adam", he says sternly and walks away.
I watch him retreat to his previous spot on the boat and look out to the sea. I don't know what's happened but I'm bound to find out eventually. A loud laugh interrupts my thoughts. I look around and locate the person, who laughs again. Kurt Angle, along with John Cena and Terry Gerin aka Rhyno, is laughing his head of. I chuckle as he begins to go red in the face from his laughing fit. Anything makes him laugh. I also see Dave Bautista aka Batista, Mark Callaway aka The Undertaker and Glenn Jacobs aka Kane standing and chatting among themselves near the front of the boat.
Randy Orton then runs into my view, a bag around his shoulders and a big pair of shoes in his hands. Paul Wight aka Big Show runs slowly after him shouting, "Orton, if you do anything with my shoes or my bag, I'll ring your neck!".
Randy laughs and shouts back, "If you can catch me first!" and continues running.
Paul growls angrily and chases him in full speed. They disappear behind some of the others and out of view. Every wrestler has a childish moment! I wait for a moment, then I hear it. I grin as the sounds of Randy screaming "I'm sorry Show, I'll never do it again, swear on it!" erupt through the sky.
Paul never gives up without a fight. There's still one person missing from the boat though. He must be late because he said he would be here. I look beside me and see Chris snoring and sucking his thumb. I can't help but smile. I decide to be devious and take my phone out of my pocket. I snap a picture of Chris and an evil smile forms on my face as I now have the ultimate blackmail in my hand.
"Sorry I'm late, got held up. Thanks", I look up from my phone as a new voice enters my ears.
I look to the boats entrance and see Jason Reso aka Christian board the boat. I slip my phone back into my pocket, stand up and walk over to my best friend.
He doesn't see me but as he puts his bag down and checks his ticket I say, "Well, look who's late this time!".
He looks up at me and smiles. "Adam, you were here before me? That shouldn't have happened", he says while grinning widely.
I pull him into a hug and we both laugh. "Dude, is that Chris sleeping over there?", he asks me as we pull apart, pointing at his knocked out ex tag team partner.
"Yeah, he went on a booze bender again", I reply. Jay raises his eyebrows slightly. "Ok, well he drank to much wine then", I say, correcting my previous over exaggerated description of Jericho's little mishap.
"Well, lets go wake him", Jay says and starts walking over to the sleeping superstar.
I quickly sprint to them and look at Chris. He's still snoring loudly while sucking his thumb and a scent of wine floats around him. I look at Jay next and see the evil smile on his face that I had put on when I took Chris's pic a minute ago. He walks back to his bag and opens it. He takes something out and walks back to us. He lifts up his hand to reveal a can of shaving cream.
"We are only staying out here for the day!", I state.
He shrugs, "Hey, emergencies happen….and so do practical jokes!".
I cross my arms and watch the trick unfold. Jay squirts some foam onto Chris's hand and puts the can down. He then puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a black glove. I stare in confusion at the glove in his hand. He looks at me and says "What?".
"We are in Florida and you are carrying gloves. In your pocket!", I say in an obvious voice.
"I'm Canadian, I know no better", he replies in a hushed tone.
He goes back to the joke. He dangles the glove over Chris's face and starts to tickle his nose with it. Chris wiggles a bit but stays asleep. He tries again but still nothing. He starts to get frustrated, a 'wonderful' feature of Jay's personality. He tries to gently slap his face but Chris stays still. His eyes go wide and he starts to blow in his face. Chris turns onto his right side. Jay walks around the seat and stares at Chris for a few seconds. He tries blowing on his face again but Jericho remains as a statue in this new position.
I grin at his failure. Jay puts his mouth to Chris's left ear next and takes a deep breath before blowing full force into it. Chris's hand flies up and slaps Jay on the head. The white foam is in Jay's long, blonde hair. He stands up fully, annoyance on his face. Chris sits up and looks at his hand and then at Jay.
"Oh, hey Jay. What the hell just happened?", he asks, smiling.
Jay shows no emotion and walks of to his bag, pulls out a towel and starts to scrub at his hair. I stare at Chris and he stares at me. We both have a private chuckle. Chris seems to know what happened. We stop when we spot Jay coming back. The foam is nearly gone but his hair is still sticking together.
"Glad you find it so amusing guys. I just washed my hair. Damn you to hell Jericho", Jay mutters.
I put my arm around his shoulder and say, "Cheer up dude. Your trick backfired, so you can only blame yourself", I say.
He looks at me and Chris. He frowns but then cracks a smile and responds with "I guess your right. It's just foam. I need to wash it out though, someone help me".
"I don't think Chris will mind helping you!", I say. Chris stares at me, a face that says 'you didn't' showing clearly.
"Ok, come on Chris. Grab my bag", Jay responds.
"Wait, I don't think I should. I have a headache", Chris says lying back into his chair, rubbing his temple.
"That's your own fault, you got drunk", I say.
Chris glares at me. The last time he helped Jay wash his hair (long story), they got into a fight and hair dye got involved. I still have that picture of Chris with lightning blue hair (why that colour was used is also a long story). Though I think that won't happen again, Chris is still wary.
"Yeah. So stop being a baby and lets go", Jay adds pulling at Chris's arm.
Chris gives up. He gets of the chair and yanks the strap on Jay's bag so that it flies into the air. He places it on his shoulder and walks ahead of Jay. I look at Jay and we both laugh.
"I have no hair dye if that's what your thinking", he says to me between chuckles.
I nod at him and he follows Chris to a different part of the ship. I sit down onto the chair I had been on and look at the sky. The bright, blue colour and white, fluffy clouds compliment each other on this fine day. I breath deeply and smile. I get up again and walk around the ship.
"All aboard", a man shouts. I watch him get of the boat.
The bartender that Chris had fought with earlier also leaves. An evil looking smile forms on his face. Other men pull the bridge away and the engine for the boat comes to life. I go to look at the bartender one more time but he's gone. He acted weird when he got of. The boat starts to move and in minutes the port is but a small image. I continue my walk, passing chatting superstars. I see Matt again but he doesn't see me. I see the captain's cabin. I walk closer to it and look in through the entrance. I see a man dressed in the white jacket and hat that captains wear.
I look at his head and see shoulder length bright, blonde hair, a bit like mine. I look in the overhead mirror and see his face. He has dark glasses on but he looks familiar. His mouth takes shape as a dark, greedy grin appears. I walk past the entrance, an eerie feeling in my body. I can't shake the fact that he looks really familiar.
A person enters my head. Someone I knew very well. It couldn't be him though. I try to shake of the feeling and walk on.
I get back to my seat and sit down again. I close my eyes and think of the captain again. It couldn't be him. I try to think of something else but the bad feeling is still there. I yawn with my eyes still closed. I lie back fully and let myself fall asleep despite the image of that grin still haunting my head.