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.
"Where did he go?" Edge asked the hotel clerk calmly.
The young boy leaned back in his chair, a cocky grin smearing across his face. "I told you already. I don't know."
Lita crossed her arms. "Yes, you do. Somebody gave you a paper. You had to know what it said."
Jim shook his head. "No. I didn't look at it. He came for it at around 11:15. That's all I know."
Edge turned as he heard Chris grumble. The other man was pacing a good ten feet behind them, anxiously watching Lita and Edge talk to the clerk. He shot the other blonde a warning glare then turned back to the clerk. "So you're telling us you didn't look at the paper at all. You have no idea where..."
"That's right." Jim said.
Lita exhaled, impatiently. "Look how much did they pay you to keep your mouth shut?"
Jim dramatically placed a hand on his chest. "Muah? A bribe. Never. Anyway, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. That boy was dressed to the nines. He's probably out gettin' laid or having a lap dance or..."
Lita's eyes fired - was it impatience or jealousy that actually sparked the emotion, she didn't know - as she leaned across the counter, jabbing the cocky bellboy in the jaw. "TELL ME WHERE HE IS OR ELSE I'LL RIP AWAY YOUR BALLS, USE THEM AS A TOURNIQUET FOR YOUR NECK, THEN I'LL PULL OUT YOUR TONGUE AND MAKE SURE THAT IT IS TIED TO YOUR NECK WITH YOUR..." Jim flinched back immediately snapping his mouth shut unable to talk with the visions of what this redheaded vixen planned on doing.
Jericho pushed between the two "Honey, Honey. You gotta stop cuz you makin' me cramp." He leaned against the counter, rubbing his lower abs and thighs. "Jeez, you got one vivid imagination in that head of yours. Remind me never to piss you off." Chris shook his head, shaking out the pain that arose in him. He looked to Edge, instantly seeing the same pain mirrored back, then to Lita. "So anyway, that's not how you do it. We'll spare him a little dignity. Watch and Learn." And he lunged over the counter, grabbing the other man by the collar to effortlessly lift him out of his seat. "Now you listen here, little man." He said through clenched teeth. "You will tell me where the green-haired kid went, because I know you know. And if you don't tell me, there will be a lot of things you won't be doing with that mouth for a very long time."
"I ... uh ...I..." Jim swallowed nervously. "He...he went...he..."
Jericho grinned, forebodingly.
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Jeff stood outside a bar, the paper in his hand. He read the name then looked up at the overhanging sign. "This must be the place." He slowly made his way in, noticing how the bouncer moved for him and him alone, then blocked all other entrance. Now that was weird? They really are expecting him. He glanced around the room quickly spotting an empty stool at the bar. He brushed past the crowd and sat down.
"What'll ya have?" the bartender asked harshly.
He looked around then up at the man behind the bar. "Gin and Tonic" The bartender nodded and walked away. Jeff looked around again, trying to find anything that could be suspicious. He looked at his watch. 12:00. Damn. It was only midnight. "Make that a double." He called.
The bartender nodded, doubling the drink and placing it in front of the younger Hardy. Jeff continued to nervously glance around the room. Three young women kept a constant eye on him. One even had the guts to walk over and converse. But when she noticed he wasn't interested, the three turned their attention to some more willing recipients. He rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch the tension from them. It's times like this where he wanted Chris or Adam with him. They would always have so much fun. No doubt Jay would be flirting with every girl he could find, and the rest of the gang would be placing bets on which one slapped him across the face first.
Jeff smiled. Yeah. Bars with the group were certainly fun times. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He shot up a prayer, hoping that if Lita found the letter they wouldn't come after him. That prayer preceded a second; he hoped she didn't hate him. Maybe she doesn't love him, maybe she still thinks of him like a younger brother.
Well, by now that doesn't matter. She probably already found the letter. She always was a light sleeper. The lights in the room probably woke her up soon after he left. He was damn lucky to get out without waking her. And she's probably either crying because he's gone, crying because she feels sorry for him since he's so pitiful and all, or crying because she stubbed her toe running towards the door, hoping to catch him. Whichever one, as long as she stayed put, everything'll be fine.
They would come for him, do whatever it is they were going to do, and leave it at that. As long as they don't go after her. He shot up his third prayer - these things always work best in threes - Let them just stay the hell away from her.
Jeff looked at the Celtic cross ring then chugged half his drink. There. Maybe the buzz from that will keep his mind in check. He should have known better. Drinking just doesn't do that to him, but hey, it was worth a shot. He exhaled. If only the time could move quicker. He looked back at his watch. 12:03. He rested his arm on the bar then lay his head in the crook of his elbow. This is going to be a long hour.
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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.
"Where did he go?" Edge asked the hotel clerk calmly.
The young boy leaned back in his chair, a cocky grin smearing across his face. "I told you already. I don't know."
Lita crossed her arms. "Yes, you do. Somebody gave you a paper. You had to know what it said."
Jim shook his head. "No. I didn't look at it. He came for it at around 11:15. That's all I know."
Edge turned as he heard Chris grumble. The other man was pacing a good ten feet behind them, anxiously watching Lita and Edge talk to the clerk. He shot the other blonde a warning glare then turned back to the clerk. "So you're telling us you didn't look at the paper at all. You have no idea where..."
"That's right." Jim said.
Lita exhaled, impatiently. "Look how much did they pay you to keep your mouth shut?"
Jim dramatically placed a hand on his chest. "Muah? A bribe. Never. Anyway, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. That boy was dressed to the nines. He's probably out gettin' laid or having a lap dance or..."
Lita's eyes fired - was it impatience or jealousy that actually sparked the emotion, she didn't know - as she leaned across the counter, jabbing the cocky bellboy in the jaw. "TELL ME WHERE HE IS OR ELSE I'LL RIP AWAY YOUR BALLS, USE THEM AS A TOURNIQUET FOR YOUR NECK, THEN I'LL PULL OUT YOUR TONGUE AND MAKE SURE THAT IT IS TIED TO YOUR NECK WITH YOUR..." Jim flinched back immediately snapping his mouth shut unable to talk with the visions of what this redheaded vixen planned on doing.
Jericho pushed between the two "Honey, Honey. You gotta stop cuz you makin' me cramp." He leaned against the counter, rubbing his lower abs and thighs. "Jeez, you got one vivid imagination in that head of yours. Remind me never to piss you off." Chris shook his head, shaking out the pain that arose in him. He looked to Edge, instantly seeing the same pain mirrored back, then to Lita. "So anyway, that's not how you do it. We'll spare him a little dignity. Watch and Learn." And he lunged over the counter, grabbing the other man by the collar to effortlessly lift him out of his seat. "Now you listen here, little man." He said through clenched teeth. "You will tell me where the green-haired kid went, because I know you know. And if you don't tell me, there will be a lot of things you won't be doing with that mouth for a very long time."
"I ... uh ...I..." Jim swallowed nervously. "He...he went...he..."
Jericho grinned, forebodingly.
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Jeff stood outside a bar, the paper in his hand. He read the name then looked up at the overhanging sign. "This must be the place." He slowly made his way in, noticing how the bouncer moved for him and him alone, then blocked all other entrance. Now that was weird? They really are expecting him. He glanced around the room quickly spotting an empty stool at the bar. He brushed past the crowd and sat down.
"What'll ya have?" the bartender asked harshly.
He looked around then up at the man behind the bar. "Gin and Tonic" The bartender nodded and walked away. Jeff looked around again, trying to find anything that could be suspicious. He looked at his watch. 12:00. Damn. It was only midnight. "Make that a double." He called.
The bartender nodded, doubling the drink and placing it in front of the younger Hardy. Jeff continued to nervously glance around the room. Three young women kept a constant eye on him. One even had the guts to walk over and converse. But when she noticed he wasn't interested, the three turned their attention to some more willing recipients. He rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch the tension from them. It's times like this where he wanted Chris or Adam with him. They would always have so much fun. No doubt Jay would be flirting with every girl he could find, and the rest of the gang would be placing bets on which one slapped him across the face first.
Jeff smiled. Yeah. Bars with the group were certainly fun times. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He shot up a prayer, hoping that if Lita found the letter they wouldn't come after him. That prayer preceded a second; he hoped she didn't hate him. Maybe she doesn't love him, maybe she still thinks of him like a younger brother.
Well, by now that doesn't matter. She probably already found the letter. She always was a light sleeper. The lights in the room probably woke her up soon after he left. He was damn lucky to get out without waking her. And she's probably either crying because he's gone, crying because she feels sorry for him since he's so pitiful and all, or crying because she stubbed her toe running towards the door, hoping to catch him. Whichever one, as long as she stayed put, everything'll be fine.
They would come for him, do whatever it is they were going to do, and leave it at that. As long as they don't go after her. He shot up his third prayer - these things always work best in threes - Let them just stay the hell away from her.
Jeff looked at the Celtic cross ring then chugged half his drink. There. Maybe the buzz from that will keep his mind in check. He should have known better. Drinking just doesn't do that to him, but hey, it was worth a shot. He exhaled. If only the time could move quicker. He looked back at his watch. 12:03. He rested his arm on the bar then lay his head in the crook of his elbow. This is going to be a long hour.
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