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: Definate March 2003

Pointless rambling concluded…on with the story.



Matt and Trish walked the halls back to their locker room. Trish kept a steady bite on her lower lip and that worried Matt more then anything. "Hey, babe. What'ya thinking?"

Trish shrugged. "A combination of a lot of things, I guess. With what Vince told us he was going to do with the matches and our newest member. I'm just a bit worried."

Matt wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they continued down the hall. "It won't be so bad. Everything'll work out fine. Vince knows exactly what he's doing. Plus the match at the next pay-per-view won't be so bad. We did the two TLC matches and then there was that Cage match and Jeff's ladder match with RVD. We Hardy boys are hearty." He grinned with the last statement.

Trish giggled at his last play on words. "Yeah, I know."

"That's my girl." He said. "Keep that chin up. Everything'll be fine."

Her expression grew serious. "I don't know, Matt. What about your brother?"

Matt shook his head and looked to the ground. "Well, it's not so simple with him." He looked up at his girlfriend. "You do know how he feels about her, right?" When Trish nodded he continued. "But I can't get him to do anything about it. He claims that she doesn't feel the same way and probably never will so he won't ruin a friendship over it."

"But Matt, it's killing him." Trish said. "Have you seen him?"

The Hardy nodded. "Yeah, I know. He says that once he let his feelings slip and she didn't even notice. She still only saw him as a brother and friend. He told me it was that night we all went after Essa. Did I tell you about that?" Trish shook her head. "Oh." Matt exclaimed. "Jeff came to us one night after RAW…"

+++

Later That Night on RAW

And the winners … Matt and Jeff … The Hardy Boys.

The arena popped as loud as ever. The Hardys were going to Wrestlemania to battle an 'as of yet' unknown team for the Number One Contendership for the Tag Team Titles. The Hardys celebrated in the ring, when an all-together too familiar music began to play.

"What's this?" JR said. "That's Edge's music. What is he doing here?"

Edge walked out onto the stage with his brother, Christian. When the crowd died down, he raised a microphone to his lips. "You Hardy Boys are getting way to much credit…when everyone here knows that we…" he motioned to himself and Jay, "were actually the greatest Tag Team ever in Professional Wrestling." The crowd was torn, a mix of cheers and boos rang out. Edge grinned his brightest then continued. "My brother and I have called a truce…and we want to show you that we are the best tag team today." The crowd cheered. "So…we'll issue a challenge."

Christian took the mic from his brother. "That's right. So here's the challenge. At Wrestlemania…we want you in a very special match. Are you boys up for that?"

Matt slid out of the ring, grabbed a mic, then flipped back in. "More then up for it. What's your match?"

The crowd grew silent as Christian answered. "A Ladder Hell in a Cell."

"You're on." Matt quickly answered. "And this time we'll prove for once and for all that we are the best and most extreme Tag Team in World Wrestling Entertainment to date."

The Hardy's music filled the arena as the two teams glared each other down; the crowd was wild.

+++

The four men stood back stage, staring at each other. Edge walked towards the two Hardys. "So…did you guys miss us?"

Matt laughed. "Hell yeah." He embraced the other man. "None of these new teams they're making are nearly as good as you guys were."

Christian smiled. "That's damn straight. And don't you guys forget it. Because we're winning at Wrestlemania."

Jeff crossed his arms over his chest. "That's because the writers say you are, buddy."

"Don't rub it in," Edge said, lightly. "We'd still kick your asses in a brawl. If I remember correctly, Skittles, you were the one who always got hurt the most in our bar fights."

Jeff pointed accusingly at Edge. "You know damn well the only reason for that is because I don't have any sense and I'll attack the biggest guy in the group."

The three others laughed. "My brother does have a tendency of shooting over his head when it comes to fights. Remember in High School when you challenged the Captain of the Basketball Team because he was hitting on your girl."

Jeff nodded. "Yeah and he paid dearly for that one. I invented the Swanton on a whim that day. BOOM!" He clapped his hands for emphasis. "Right off the bleachers onto him."

Matt shook his head. "Jeff, you didn't invent the Swanton. He was kicking your ass, I decked him from behind, you were planning on just jumping on him, slipped because you were so dizzy from the concussion, and it happened to be what you now CALL a Swanton."

All four laughed this time.

"ADAM!"

Edge turned to see a vibrant Redhead jump into his arms. "Hey, Li. Bettch'ya didn't expect to see me here?"

"No. Did they trade you to RAW?" she asked.

Christian shook his head. "Officially, no. We're still on Smackdown, for now. Vince said he doesn't know yet." He stuck out his lower lip as he looked at Lita. "Don't I get a hug too?"

She laughed and then hugged him. "There. Better?" She pulled back to see both men smiling at her. "But I gotta run. I got a match in ten. Will you guys be here when I'm done? You will not believe what's coming up next."

Edge grinned. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Red."

She smiled. "I'll be back." And she left the four men in the locker room.

Christian tapped Matt on the shoulder. "What did she mean? What won't we believe?"

Matt smirked. "Oh you'll see."