Title: Everything I Do
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
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. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.
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, although definitely R later. 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: It's specific, now. March 2003
Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.
Pointless rambling concluded.on with the story.
Title: Everything I Do Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
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. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.
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, although definitely R later. 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: It's specific, now. March 2003
Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.
Pointless rambling concluded...on with the story.
The four men stood backstage, behind the curtain. Edge kept rolling his shoulders back while Christian just stood with his hands on his hips. Matt paced back and forth as Jeff jumped, all trying to build excitement. As the crowd died down, all knew their match was about up.
"Jeff" a voice yelled and the youngest Hardy turned.
He quickly recognized who it was and ran towards the other man.
Matt looked after his brother. "Hey, Jeff. Where the hell you going? We're on any minute now."
"I know. I know." He called back before stopping in front of Chris Jericho.
"Good. I caught you." Chris said. "Lita said you had to talk to me before your match. What is it?"
"I just need a favor." Jeff said. "Can you just stay with her during the match? Something's ... uhm ... something's up and I can't explain but could you just do that for me. You know, make sure no one strange comes around."
"Yeah sure." Chris said, nodding. "Don't worry about it."
Jeff smiled and trotted back to his brother as Edge's music filled the arena.
Edge turned back before walking out. "Good luck out there."
"Back at ya." Matt answered.
The blondes exhaled then walked through the curtain. Ahead of them stood the steel cell and at the center, two ladders. The crowd went wild. And Edge shot up a silent prayer. 'God, please let this be ok.'
+++
Chris walked into the Hardy's locker room to see Lita staring at the screen. "Don't worry, they'll be fine."
She startled at his entrance, but smiled when she realized who walked in. "I hope so. I just hate it when they do these matches. All of them. They could get killed out there and for what. Just so some ... some people can get a few thrills."
The blonde Canadian sat next to his friend. "They do it because they love it. All of them. You should know more then anyone, Red, the thrill of being out there with thousands of people screaming for you. Matt does it for the rush. Sparks does it for the fans. Jay does it cuz he thinks it's a hell-of-a-lotta fun. And Jeff does it for you."
Lita's eyes shot to his, questions gleaming through. Chris smiled. "Oh don't act like you don't know."
"But I don't want him doing that. Especially for me."
"It's not that." Chris explained. "You're his motivation. The only reason he can go out there and do what he does, or anything for that matter, is because in his head, he thinks that if he doesn't give it all, he'd fail you. So he runs out there and ... well, look at him. He's one of the most popular wrestlers in the business."
Lita looked down, then smiled as she looked back to the monitor. "Yeah. And they're all doing what they love. You're right."
"I know I'm right." Chris said with a smirk. "I'm older than you and I'm bigger then you so I'm always right."
Lita laughed as she turned her attention back to the match, a serious expression immediately falling into place.
+++
"Oh my God, King." JR said. "I have never seen such carnage."
Edge and Matt lay in the ring, unmoving. Jeff lay outside the ring while Christian leaned unceremoniously against the cage. Jeff Hardy made it to his feet just as Edge did. He knew his part was almost over. He exhaled as he turned and began to climb up the inside of the cell. Step by step, he climbed further towards the ceiling. Edge, seeing the youngest Hardy making his move, arranged the ladder a little off center in the ring, closer to Jeff.
The King laughed. "Hey, JR. Look at this. Jeff thinks he's Coco the Gorilla."
As Jeff reached the top, he grabbed onto the roof, swinging himself so he now faced the hanging bag, and Edge at the top of the ladder. A bag. They needed something to go after for a ladder match so they just filled a potato sack with sand. Damn bag. Jeff swung himself out, as a child would on monkey bars, trying to get towards the bag. His eyes met Edge's and both men nodded, ever so slightly.
"OH MY GOD." JR exclaimed, more worry in his tone then usually is. "Did you see that? Did you all just see that?"
Jeff closed his eyes, readying himself for what was coming. Edge exhaled then pounced off the top of the ladder, spearing the youngest Hardy. Both men hit the side of the cell, shaking the steel cage as the two tumbled to the ground. Edge gripped the cage, slightly slowing they're decent, but the two still hit hard and with a smack that echoed throughout the arena. The crowd screamed, excited at the intensity of the match.
Edge blinked his eyes, but stayed on the ground, aware that his part in the match was now over. He glanced over at the younger Hardy, to check on his friend. Jeff lay motionless, his face towards Edge, his eyes closed. Edge poked the younger man's leg, his concern getting the better of him. Jeff's eyes fluttered open. He slowly rolled over, "Shit" he cursed under his breath.
Edge smiled at his friend, knowing that if Jeff could swear, he was probably ok. Relief flooded the two men as the bell rang, and Edge's music rang strong again. Edge gripped the side of the cage, trying to pull himself up. But he winced at the pressure. He glanced at his fingers, noticing that four of them looked completely distorted. Great, the last thing he need now were broken fingers. But hey, it kept him and Jeff alive. Christian jumped down and helped his brother up. The two slowly made their way to the back of the arena.
Matt crawled over to Jeff, supporting his younger brother against his shoulder. "Alright, Flyboy. We are soooooo done for the night."
Jeff smiled as his brother helped him towards the back. His head was spinning and he couldn't see straight. "Jesus, that frigging hurt."
Matt led them behind the curtain to the awaiting paramedics and a hysterical redhead.
Lita left Edge's side and ran to Jeff, sliding under his other arm to help Matt. "God, Jeff. Are you ok? Can you see? My God the..."
Jeff pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh...not so loud."
They led him to a bench and sat him down as a paramedic immediately came to his side. Lita looked at him then walked over to Edge. The blonde man lay on a stretcher, the paramedics waiting to take him to the hospital to get his fingers splinted. Edge, however, had insisted they check out Jeff before he'd even go. Lita stroked the Canadian's hair then slid the lighter into his hand. "How's it feel?"
Edge smiled as he squeezed his lucky lighter. "Feels like I've been hit by a truck."
"You feel like you've been hit by a truck." Jeff yelled. "It was your shoulder that plowed into my ribs."
"Yeah." Edge countered. "But you landed on me, Skittles. And if I didn't try to slow our fall, we'd probably be dead."
Jeff smiled as they shone a small flashlight into his eyes. "Yes, and I really appreciate your sacrifice."
Chris looked around the room, noticing how the four men were being pampered. "Jeez, one would think they came back from the war."
"Don't be jealous." Christian said. "If you did what we did, you'd want and get all the attention too."
Chris shook his head. "If that's what I have to do for attention, then forget it."
Jeff jumped off the bench he was sitting on, waving away the hands. "Ok. That's enough. I'm good now."
Lita immediately ran to his side. "What are you doing?" She eyed the paramedics, reading that they wanted to take him to the hospital just to be safe. The cut on his head was slight but any head trauma should be immediately double checked. "You've got to go with them."
He shook his head. "No can do. I've got other engagements I need to handle."
"Jeff." Lita said, not letting go.
"No." he said forcefully. The look of pain in the redhead's eyes screamed to him, so he softened his tone and expression. "Look. It won't take long. I promise. Just give me ten minutes, then I'll come right back and go with them, ok?"
She looked to Matt then Christian. Both men just shrugged. Edge grinned. "There's no use fightin' him, Li. If he's going...he's going. You better be back, Hardy. I am not going to this hospital as the only check-in."
Jeff smiled. "I promise. I'll be back."
Lita walked with Jeff, taking him where he was leading her. He didn't want her coming, but knew he needed the help getting there. They walked in silence for a good minute. Now a minute isn't that long of a time. But when it's silent and it's with the woman you love, it is. Jeff looked up and saw the door to the parking garage ahead. He stopped and turned Lita in his arms. "Now look. I know I'm going to need some help getting back. But I gotta go in there." He said, gesturing towards the doors with his head. "You can not follow me, ok. I had to come alone and I don't know what would happen if I didn't. So promise me you'll stay here and wait, no matter what."
Lita nodded her head. He started to walk away, but she grabbed his arm, turning him to her again. "Don't be too long." She raised her hand to his face and wiped the sweat from his forehead, ran her hand through his hair then stepped back, allowing him to pass.
He smiled a weak smile at her then walked towards the door. Lita stood there watching him go. She looked down at her hand, his blood on her fingers. She leaned against the wall, clenching her fist. Where is he going? What does he need? Lita didn't know. But she'd wait there for him to come back. And when he did...there would be a lot of explaining to do.
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Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
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. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.
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, although definitely R later. 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: It's specific, now. March 2003
Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.
Pointless rambling concluded.on with the story.
Title: Everything I Do Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
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. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.
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, although definitely R later. 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: It's specific, now. March 2003
Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.
Pointless rambling concluded...on with the story.
The four men stood backstage, behind the curtain. Edge kept rolling his shoulders back while Christian just stood with his hands on his hips. Matt paced back and forth as Jeff jumped, all trying to build excitement. As the crowd died down, all knew their match was about up.
"Jeff" a voice yelled and the youngest Hardy turned.
He quickly recognized who it was and ran towards the other man.
Matt looked after his brother. "Hey, Jeff. Where the hell you going? We're on any minute now."
"I know. I know." He called back before stopping in front of Chris Jericho.
"Good. I caught you." Chris said. "Lita said you had to talk to me before your match. What is it?"
"I just need a favor." Jeff said. "Can you just stay with her during the match? Something's ... uhm ... something's up and I can't explain but could you just do that for me. You know, make sure no one strange comes around."
"Yeah sure." Chris said, nodding. "Don't worry about it."
Jeff smiled and trotted back to his brother as Edge's music filled the arena.
Edge turned back before walking out. "Good luck out there."
"Back at ya." Matt answered.
The blondes exhaled then walked through the curtain. Ahead of them stood the steel cell and at the center, two ladders. The crowd went wild. And Edge shot up a silent prayer. 'God, please let this be ok.'
+++
Chris walked into the Hardy's locker room to see Lita staring at the screen. "Don't worry, they'll be fine."
She startled at his entrance, but smiled when she realized who walked in. "I hope so. I just hate it when they do these matches. All of them. They could get killed out there and for what. Just so some ... some people can get a few thrills."
The blonde Canadian sat next to his friend. "They do it because they love it. All of them. You should know more then anyone, Red, the thrill of being out there with thousands of people screaming for you. Matt does it for the rush. Sparks does it for the fans. Jay does it cuz he thinks it's a hell-of-a-lotta fun. And Jeff does it for you."
Lita's eyes shot to his, questions gleaming through. Chris smiled. "Oh don't act like you don't know."
"But I don't want him doing that. Especially for me."
"It's not that." Chris explained. "You're his motivation. The only reason he can go out there and do what he does, or anything for that matter, is because in his head, he thinks that if he doesn't give it all, he'd fail you. So he runs out there and ... well, look at him. He's one of the most popular wrestlers in the business."
Lita looked down, then smiled as she looked back to the monitor. "Yeah. And they're all doing what they love. You're right."
"I know I'm right." Chris said with a smirk. "I'm older than you and I'm bigger then you so I'm always right."
Lita laughed as she turned her attention back to the match, a serious expression immediately falling into place.
+++
"Oh my God, King." JR said. "I have never seen such carnage."
Edge and Matt lay in the ring, unmoving. Jeff lay outside the ring while Christian leaned unceremoniously against the cage. Jeff Hardy made it to his feet just as Edge did. He knew his part was almost over. He exhaled as he turned and began to climb up the inside of the cell. Step by step, he climbed further towards the ceiling. Edge, seeing the youngest Hardy making his move, arranged the ladder a little off center in the ring, closer to Jeff.
The King laughed. "Hey, JR. Look at this. Jeff thinks he's Coco the Gorilla."
As Jeff reached the top, he grabbed onto the roof, swinging himself so he now faced the hanging bag, and Edge at the top of the ladder. A bag. They needed something to go after for a ladder match so they just filled a potato sack with sand. Damn bag. Jeff swung himself out, as a child would on monkey bars, trying to get towards the bag. His eyes met Edge's and both men nodded, ever so slightly.
"OH MY GOD." JR exclaimed, more worry in his tone then usually is. "Did you see that? Did you all just see that?"
Jeff closed his eyes, readying himself for what was coming. Edge exhaled then pounced off the top of the ladder, spearing the youngest Hardy. Both men hit the side of the cell, shaking the steel cage as the two tumbled to the ground. Edge gripped the cage, slightly slowing they're decent, but the two still hit hard and with a smack that echoed throughout the arena. The crowd screamed, excited at the intensity of the match.
Edge blinked his eyes, but stayed on the ground, aware that his part in the match was now over. He glanced over at the younger Hardy, to check on his friend. Jeff lay motionless, his face towards Edge, his eyes closed. Edge poked the younger man's leg, his concern getting the better of him. Jeff's eyes fluttered open. He slowly rolled over, "Shit" he cursed under his breath.
Edge smiled at his friend, knowing that if Jeff could swear, he was probably ok. Relief flooded the two men as the bell rang, and Edge's music rang strong again. Edge gripped the side of the cage, trying to pull himself up. But he winced at the pressure. He glanced at his fingers, noticing that four of them looked completely distorted. Great, the last thing he need now were broken fingers. But hey, it kept him and Jeff alive. Christian jumped down and helped his brother up. The two slowly made their way to the back of the arena.
Matt crawled over to Jeff, supporting his younger brother against his shoulder. "Alright, Flyboy. We are soooooo done for the night."
Jeff smiled as his brother helped him towards the back. His head was spinning and he couldn't see straight. "Jesus, that frigging hurt."
Matt led them behind the curtain to the awaiting paramedics and a hysterical redhead.
Lita left Edge's side and ran to Jeff, sliding under his other arm to help Matt. "God, Jeff. Are you ok? Can you see? My God the..."
Jeff pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh...not so loud."
They led him to a bench and sat him down as a paramedic immediately came to his side. Lita looked at him then walked over to Edge. The blonde man lay on a stretcher, the paramedics waiting to take him to the hospital to get his fingers splinted. Edge, however, had insisted they check out Jeff before he'd even go. Lita stroked the Canadian's hair then slid the lighter into his hand. "How's it feel?"
Edge smiled as he squeezed his lucky lighter. "Feels like I've been hit by a truck."
"You feel like you've been hit by a truck." Jeff yelled. "It was your shoulder that plowed into my ribs."
"Yeah." Edge countered. "But you landed on me, Skittles. And if I didn't try to slow our fall, we'd probably be dead."
Jeff smiled as they shone a small flashlight into his eyes. "Yes, and I really appreciate your sacrifice."
Chris looked around the room, noticing how the four men were being pampered. "Jeez, one would think they came back from the war."
"Don't be jealous." Christian said. "If you did what we did, you'd want and get all the attention too."
Chris shook his head. "If that's what I have to do for attention, then forget it."
Jeff jumped off the bench he was sitting on, waving away the hands. "Ok. That's enough. I'm good now."
Lita immediately ran to his side. "What are you doing?" She eyed the paramedics, reading that they wanted to take him to the hospital just to be safe. The cut on his head was slight but any head trauma should be immediately double checked. "You've got to go with them."
He shook his head. "No can do. I've got other engagements I need to handle."
"Jeff." Lita said, not letting go.
"No." he said forcefully. The look of pain in the redhead's eyes screamed to him, so he softened his tone and expression. "Look. It won't take long. I promise. Just give me ten minutes, then I'll come right back and go with them, ok?"
She looked to Matt then Christian. Both men just shrugged. Edge grinned. "There's no use fightin' him, Li. If he's going...he's going. You better be back, Hardy. I am not going to this hospital as the only check-in."
Jeff smiled. "I promise. I'll be back."
Lita walked with Jeff, taking him where he was leading her. He didn't want her coming, but knew he needed the help getting there. They walked in silence for a good minute. Now a minute isn't that long of a time. But when it's silent and it's with the woman you love, it is. Jeff looked up and saw the door to the parking garage ahead. He stopped and turned Lita in his arms. "Now look. I know I'm going to need some help getting back. But I gotta go in there." He said, gesturing towards the doors with his head. "You can not follow me, ok. I had to come alone and I don't know what would happen if I didn't. So promise me you'll stay here and wait, no matter what."
Lita nodded her head. He started to walk away, but she grabbed his arm, turning him to her again. "Don't be too long." She raised her hand to his face and wiped the sweat from his forehead, ran her hand through his hair then stepped back, allowing him to pass.
He smiled a weak smile at her then walked towards the door. Lita stood there watching him go. She looked down at her hand, his blood on her fingers. She leaned against the wall, clenching her fist. Where is he going? What does he need? Lita didn't know. But she'd wait there for him to come back. And when he did...there would be a lot of explaining to do.
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