Title: Sore Loser

Author: The Angel

Mail: Hallucinating_diva@hotmail.com

Rating: PG13 for minor swearing and my pitiful attempt at angst.

Genre: Angst/Drama

Disclaimer: 3 Doors Down owns "Loser." Vince McMahon owns everything else.

A/N: What happens when I eat cheese popcorn during Vengeance and feel sorry for the losers. Go ahead, flame me if you must. But beware. An angry Angel is not something you want to see.

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// You're getting closer to pushing me off of life's little edge. I am a loser, and sooner or later you'll know I'll be dead. You're getting closer, you're holding the rope and I am taking the fall. I am a loser, yeah…//

1.

I had that match. I could almost taste it. It was bittersweet, tasting like gold, but burning my throat when it slid down. We were battling it out; my brother and I, and everyone knew that I had the upper hand.

Damn it. He had proven me wrong. I had said, that Jeff would never get my shoulders pinned to the ground. From my mouth to god's ears. He did have my shoulders pinned down to the ground, he did get pinfall, he did get the victory.

I made a mistake. I never should have let Lita be the referee. Maybe I needed to boost my self esteem and confidence by telling myself that Lita was on my side; always on my side.

Looking back, I can see it clearly now. Was I really that selfish? Did I make myself out to be cocky? Arrogant? Disrespectful towards the woman I love? God, I am such an idiot.

Jeff got to have his hand held up in victory, Jeff got to show the whole damn world that he was the brains of the Hardyz, that he was the "worthy" brother. And what did I get to show the world?

That I was a sore loser? That I was mad at myself for losing? That I was mad at Lita for doing what she had to do?

The world doesn't even know half the story. I don't want to look like a baby, or a five-year-old, but the world shouldn't judge me just yet. I still have time to change my ways, I still have time to redeem myself…

Who knows if the Hardy Boyz will ever be the same again. Maybe we'll follow Edge and Christian. But I don't want Jeff and I to become like them. That was sickening. Jeff and I are spell binding together, but in time we'll just drift apart…

…All brothers do.

What about my relationship with Lita? I promised her, that when I win the match, we'd put it all behind us. Not only was I cocky, but I didn't win. Could we still put it all behind us?

Maybe next time I should focus more on other people then my pride.

Pride is a terrible thing to have, but yet a wonderful thing. It lets you stand tall and proud. But it can also make you be what I turned out to be.

A selfish, arrogant, disgusting monster with an ego from New York to Australia. …I was such a fool…

I wish Jeff could see me now, blinded by southern rage.