Title: Everything I Do
Author: Crimson Coin
Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.
Spoilers: Unknown as of yet, however, if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this.
Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)
Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R…it'll depend on my mood during the writing and definite adult situations in later chapters. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity…you get the picture.
TimeLine: Ok so I'm a little off then the one that is current. And some of the title things are off. But hey, it's Fanfic so who really cares. It makes sense, hopefully.
Pointless rambling concluded…on with the story.
Vince sat in his office, impatiently tapping his pen on his desk. He looked up at the clock then to the door. "Almost five o'clock. They should be here soon. I only hope they take this addition well."
The door opened and in walked Team Extreme with Trish. "Evening, Mr. McMahon." The elder Hardy said. "You wanted to see us."
Vince stood up and motioned to a set of chairs. "Yes, please sit down. All of you." The team obliged and Vince continued. "The corporation is extremely pleased with what you four have done for us. The fans seem to love when the superstars go to the extreme. And you are not the only ones who do. In order to keep a high rating and please the fans, we are going to be bringing back more of the specialty matches: I quit, Cage, even Coffin with the new gimmick D'Von is playing with. Do you understand?"
The group nodded. Lita leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. "What are you trying to say, sir? Is it that you are expanding for the gimmick or is it for publicity or is the company trying to re-organize?"
Vince smiled. "A little of everything. In general, we're still experimenting to see what works best. We have been negotiating contracts and are considering making the RAW roster the extreme lunatics – like yourselves, no offence - and more of a dark free for all kind of show, while Smackdown is more of the planned variety. And every so often we'll have them crossing. For example, even if the European Title is on Smackdown, the match could still be a ladder match. The only difference, is the RAW cast will be better at such matches, where the Smackdown cast will be more Technically based and the matches will be less, shall we say, life threatening to its superstars."
Lita nodded. "Pardon my saying this but what you pretty much mean is that the RAW show will be everybody kick some ass, while Smackdown will be less Kicking of ass."
Vince chuckled. "Yes. That's about right. So you all understand. There will be an announcement on tonight's RAW about the rosters."
"Yes, sir, we understand." Trish said. "But what is this new member of team extreme."
"I was getting to that." Vince said, lightly. "A certain individual has been training fairly hard in the ways of the lightweights, despite his absolute Heavyweight ranking. Surprisingly, he is coming along well. I'll be the first to admit that he was the last person I ever expected to do such moves. But his agility is truly something, and we think he will make a great asset to your team."
Vince paused and sat back down at his desk. Matt smiled at the others then looked at the owner. "If you don't mind me saying so, sir, but you're beating around the bush."
Vince laughed. "I know. I just think it's funny to see you all trying to figure out who it is. So anyway, I guess there's no time like the present. He's waiting outside. Let me just go get him. If you'll excuse me."
When Vince shut the door, Trish tapped Lita on the arm. "Who do you think it is?"
The redhead shrugged. "I have no idea."
Matt leaned back in his chair. "I'm just wondering if Adam or Jay or even Chris will be on our roster."
Trish nodded. "Yeah. Won't that be great? It'll be just like old times."
Matt got up off his chair and walked over to Trish. Lita easily picked up that they wanted to speak somewhat alone, so she made her way over to Jeff, who had been unusually quiet. "Hey, you. What's with the puss?"
Jeff looked up at her, a lost glaze sheered his eyes. "I don't know. Something doesn't feel right." His eyes wandered to Matt and Trish then back to hers.
She sat in the chair next to him, resting a reassuring hand on his arm. "What do you mean?"
He covered her hand with his, a gesture that startled her. "I … I don't know." He looked down then smiled. "I guess I'm just over-reacting or something. Forget about it."
Lita shook her head. "Don't think so. Now ya got me worried. What is it? You know I always trust your intuition. You seem to always know. What do you feel?"
"I don't know. It's just…almost frightening, I suppose. I'm just really nervous." He put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. "Something's going to happen, and I can tell I'm not going to like what it is."
Lita sighed and reached her hand up to rub the back of his neck. His muscles tensed at first then he relaxed, and leaned slightly towards her. She moved her chair closer to his and soothingly rubbed his back and neck. "I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say. I'm not good with words. Just try not to get too worked up about it. You do have a match tonight, and being distracted can get ya hurt. I really don't want you hurt now. Ok?"
He looked up at her. "Yeah. You're right. I'm probably looking more into this then there actually is. It's probably just a feeling of dread to going back to the hotel room only to be asleep and wake in the middle of the night to see Matt and Trish having a romp in the other bed." He shuddered at the thought.
She laughed. "I tell ya what. If that happens, you come down the hall and stay with me, alright?"
He smiled back and nodded. "I'm holding you to that offer, Red." He looked down then back at her, more serious this time. "Thanks. Thanks for everything." She patted his back then stopped the massage. He quickly grabbed her arm and grinned. "But…I didn't ask you to stop."
She rolled her Hazel eyes as his deep green ones begged her to continue. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're only using me for the back rubs."
Jeff quickly sat down on the floor in front of her as her hands pressed into his shoulders. "Now you know that's not true. I do love you, Li. I'd never use you." He turned his head to place a soft kiss on her fingers. A chill ran up her spine at the feeling. He sounded so serious and that sensation was…
The door opened and Vince walked back in and the group all looked towards him. "Everyone, I'd like you to welcome the newest member to your team…"
**Please review. I looooooooove reviews. This is Jeff/Lita, Matt/Trish, and you guys get to vote on the other pairs. Edge/? … Christian/? … Jericho/?
And anyone else you think I should include.***
Author: Crimson Coin
Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.
Spoilers: Unknown as of yet, however, if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this.
Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)
Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R…it'll depend on my mood during the writing and definite adult situations in later chapters. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity…you get the picture.
TimeLine: Ok so I'm a little off then the one that is current. And some of the title things are off. But hey, it's Fanfic so who really cares. It makes sense, hopefully.
Pointless rambling concluded…on with the story.
Vince sat in his office, impatiently tapping his pen on his desk. He looked up at the clock then to the door. "Almost five o'clock. They should be here soon. I only hope they take this addition well."
The door opened and in walked Team Extreme with Trish. "Evening, Mr. McMahon." The elder Hardy said. "You wanted to see us."
Vince stood up and motioned to a set of chairs. "Yes, please sit down. All of you." The team obliged and Vince continued. "The corporation is extremely pleased with what you four have done for us. The fans seem to love when the superstars go to the extreme. And you are not the only ones who do. In order to keep a high rating and please the fans, we are going to be bringing back more of the specialty matches: I quit, Cage, even Coffin with the new gimmick D'Von is playing with. Do you understand?"
The group nodded. Lita leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. "What are you trying to say, sir? Is it that you are expanding for the gimmick or is it for publicity or is the company trying to re-organize?"
Vince smiled. "A little of everything. In general, we're still experimenting to see what works best. We have been negotiating contracts and are considering making the RAW roster the extreme lunatics – like yourselves, no offence - and more of a dark free for all kind of show, while Smackdown is more of the planned variety. And every so often we'll have them crossing. For example, even if the European Title is on Smackdown, the match could still be a ladder match. The only difference, is the RAW cast will be better at such matches, where the Smackdown cast will be more Technically based and the matches will be less, shall we say, life threatening to its superstars."
Lita nodded. "Pardon my saying this but what you pretty much mean is that the RAW show will be everybody kick some ass, while Smackdown will be less Kicking of ass."
Vince chuckled. "Yes. That's about right. So you all understand. There will be an announcement on tonight's RAW about the rosters."
"Yes, sir, we understand." Trish said. "But what is this new member of team extreme."
"I was getting to that." Vince said, lightly. "A certain individual has been training fairly hard in the ways of the lightweights, despite his absolute Heavyweight ranking. Surprisingly, he is coming along well. I'll be the first to admit that he was the last person I ever expected to do such moves. But his agility is truly something, and we think he will make a great asset to your team."
Vince paused and sat back down at his desk. Matt smiled at the others then looked at the owner. "If you don't mind me saying so, sir, but you're beating around the bush."
Vince laughed. "I know. I just think it's funny to see you all trying to figure out who it is. So anyway, I guess there's no time like the present. He's waiting outside. Let me just go get him. If you'll excuse me."
When Vince shut the door, Trish tapped Lita on the arm. "Who do you think it is?"
The redhead shrugged. "I have no idea."
Matt leaned back in his chair. "I'm just wondering if Adam or Jay or even Chris will be on our roster."
Trish nodded. "Yeah. Won't that be great? It'll be just like old times."
Matt got up off his chair and walked over to Trish. Lita easily picked up that they wanted to speak somewhat alone, so she made her way over to Jeff, who had been unusually quiet. "Hey, you. What's with the puss?"
Jeff looked up at her, a lost glaze sheered his eyes. "I don't know. Something doesn't feel right." His eyes wandered to Matt and Trish then back to hers.
She sat in the chair next to him, resting a reassuring hand on his arm. "What do you mean?"
He covered her hand with his, a gesture that startled her. "I … I don't know." He looked down then smiled. "I guess I'm just over-reacting or something. Forget about it."
Lita shook her head. "Don't think so. Now ya got me worried. What is it? You know I always trust your intuition. You seem to always know. What do you feel?"
"I don't know. It's just…almost frightening, I suppose. I'm just really nervous." He put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. "Something's going to happen, and I can tell I'm not going to like what it is."
Lita sighed and reached her hand up to rub the back of his neck. His muscles tensed at first then he relaxed, and leaned slightly towards her. She moved her chair closer to his and soothingly rubbed his back and neck. "I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say. I'm not good with words. Just try not to get too worked up about it. You do have a match tonight, and being distracted can get ya hurt. I really don't want you hurt now. Ok?"
He looked up at her. "Yeah. You're right. I'm probably looking more into this then there actually is. It's probably just a feeling of dread to going back to the hotel room only to be asleep and wake in the middle of the night to see Matt and Trish having a romp in the other bed." He shuddered at the thought.
She laughed. "I tell ya what. If that happens, you come down the hall and stay with me, alright?"
He smiled back and nodded. "I'm holding you to that offer, Red." He looked down then back at her, more serious this time. "Thanks. Thanks for everything." She patted his back then stopped the massage. He quickly grabbed her arm and grinned. "But…I didn't ask you to stop."
She rolled her Hazel eyes as his deep green ones begged her to continue. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're only using me for the back rubs."
Jeff quickly sat down on the floor in front of her as her hands pressed into his shoulders. "Now you know that's not true. I do love you, Li. I'd never use you." He turned his head to place a soft kiss on her fingers. A chill ran up her spine at the feeling. He sounded so serious and that sensation was…
The door opened and Vince walked back in and the group all looked towards him. "Everyone, I'd like you to welcome the newest member to your team…"
**Please review. I looooooooove reviews. This is Jeff/Lita, Matt/Trish, and you guys get to vote on the other pairs. Edge/? … Christian/? … Jericho/?
And anyone else you think I should include.***
