Just a little oneshot about a little thought I had. I own nothing, just enjoy, read and review.
Adam "Edge" Copeland lay flat on his back on snow white sheets that smelled heavily of disinfectant. Everything smelled of disinfectant, like a hospital. Maybe that's why, he's in fact, in a hospital. Much to his disappointment, he could be on the shelf for months. Months means more than the short, few weeks that settled between him and Night of Champions.
Sighing, he dreamt of Night of Champions. He dreamt of retaining his and Chris' titles, of getting their hands raised in victory as they stood tall over their enemies. They would prove that they were better and deserved to be champions. Then, they'd come up with a team name. "Team Ego. Team Hot Canadians. No, no, it has to be better. Hmm, what could it possibly be? Team BettaThanU! Perfect!" He called out to the white ceiling.
The occupants of his room gave him weird looks. They were some of his friends. Chris was there, looking over him mournfully, shaking his head sadly, almost near tears. He knew what Chris was thinking. The gold looked so pretty on me. I'm going to lose it because I have no worthy options for a tag team partner. Gold, gold, gold, pretty, pretty, pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty, shiny, shiny, shiny. Sparkly, sparkly, sparkly. A tear rolled down his fellow Canadian's face and dripped from his jaw to the ground. If he did lose control and weep, they'd have to put up Wet Floor signs everywhere. No, he'd drown himself. He'd drown the entire room, Matt (With whom he had reconciled, realizing that they weren't that different), Jay (who was always his friend), and Jeff (the man who put him in this very position).
Maybe the latter was okay to lose. I mean, he'd ask Chris to let Matt and Jay leave, then let Chris cry his sparkly eyes out. Wait, then he'd die. If anything, the recently injured Canadian did not want to add insult to injury, or would that be more injury to injury. Life, you just can't win. Unless you're playing the game Life, then that's a totally different scenario, but whatever. That's not the point.
Speaking of the people in the room, Jay and Matt were idly chatting, keeping him occupied so he wouldn't drive himself nuts. Too bad they didn't know that his mind was on a totally different subject. Well, it was constantly switching from subject to subject. It was just something he couldn't ingore. Maybe he secretly had A.D.D. or A.D.H.D., then he could pull a Randy and get a whole entourage of lawyers to back up a 'serious medical problem'.
"So, how are you, Adam?" The youngest Hardy asked.
"Um, well, I'm kind on painkillers right now, so I can't feel anything, so that's a bonus. Although, I cans till feel emotion, Jeff. On the darker side of the moon, I'm going to lose my Championship Belts, and Chris knows without me, he'll lose them too. That part kind of sucks, but hey, what can you do about it? Oh, yeah, you can cause it! Yeah, Jeff, you put me here! You put me here!"
"Yeah." The youngest Hardy fiddled with his hands. "My bad, dude."
So that's it, what I thought Edge's thoughts would be on the current situation. I hope you enjoyed, review please.