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.
Jeff exhaled as the four men led him through the back of the bar. Well, it's the moment of truth. There's no turning back, and even if he could, he wouldn't. Not when Lita's safety was at hand. She's all that matters. One of these day he figured his 'Live for the Moment' attitude would get the best of him. He could've come with backup, they could've demolished this group and they could've left before anyone knew what happened. But he jumped the gun like he usually does.
He looked around, noticing how they surrounded him as they escorted. He felt like a prisoner being accompanied to death row. All he needed were the shackles. Jeff shook his head as he saw the back door. Well, it's show time. Just Bring It!
The largest man pushed the door open, holding it for the Hardy. Jeff looked around then stepped outside, his eyes instantly locking with those of the leader. "Alright. I'm here. You win."
Nate smiled as his 'goons' surrounded the Hardy. The boy would have to be nuts to try to get away now, but this is Jeff. "Now it's all over."
Jeff cocked his head at the other man. "Over. What's over?"
"You." Nate answered roughly. "It's all your doing. And now it's your turn to pay. Welcome to Hell, Jeff. Because I am your worst nightmare."
"Hey, Jeff." Chris called running towards the younger. Edge tried to stop him, but Chris pulled away. Edge grabbed Lita, holding her against him, praying they didn't look here now. "I was bar hopping and walked in just as I saw you leave this way. What's going on?"
Nate turned to look at the approaching blonde. "And with whom do we have the pleasure of this appearance."
"My name's Chris." The blonde said with a smile. "Is there any trouble? What did he do this time? Sometimes he gets a little carried away in these places. If he damaged anything, just tell me. I got the cash to cover."
Jeff lowered his head with a silent curse.
"I'm afraid this is something that can't be paid for like that." Nate answered. "And...Chris? ..." he grinned menacingly. "You just got yourself into a lot more trouble then you ever thought possible."
When the words left his mouth, the other men jumped the two wrestlers, quite easily dominating over them as they pounded them into the ground. Nate chuckled.
Lita pulled from Edge trying to run towards Jeff and Chris. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back against him, so she was now sitting in his lap. She struggled. "We have to help them. We can't just..."
"No." Edge forcefully whispered, leaning against the dumpster. "We need to get out of here so we can get help."
Lita continued to struggle then slowly stopped. He could feel her shoulders shaking and knew the tears were about to come. Oh God. Her sobs might give them away. He quickly turned her in his arms, pushing her face into his neck, hoping it would muffle her whimpers. She clutched to him, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin. "Shhh." He whispered. "Easy, baby. Easy."
She nodded, understanding but didn't let go. She buried her face further into his neck and held tighter. He responded by pulling her even closer. He felt her shudder. She couldn't stop crying and he didn't expect her to. As long as they can't hear them.
"That's enough." Nate cried. "Let me see him." The biggest man picked Jeff up, the Hardy too weak to stand on his own. Nate laughed at how his legs hung limply. He grabbed the Hardy by the shirt and threw him into the brick wall.
Jeff hit with a loud smack then fell limply to the ground. Chris pushed himself up, gathering the last strength he could, but his attempts were hindered when a bottle broke over his head. Chris fell to the ground, joining Jeff in the realm of the unconscious as the blood already began to flow through his hair.
"Throw them both in the trunk." Nate instructed. "We can't risk that blonde idiot getting away and finding us. We'll take Jeff, you take him. Meet us at my country place."
His group nodded, and the largest picked up Chris, flinging him over his shoulder and toted him to the car. Two of the others followed him, and they sped off.
Nate turned to look at the man at his feet. He kicked the unmoving body, spat on the younger man's head and walked to his car. The other he was with picked up the Hardy boy and dragged him away.
Edge heard the engine rev and they were gone. He exhaled. "Ok, baby. Let it out now. They're gone."
The redhead shivered and she cried out as the tears flowed fully. She scratched down his back, a combination of emotional pain and anger.
Edge flinched at the stinging, but just held her tighter. He couldn't take it. Couldn't take her tears, the sorrow, the pain. He pulled away to look in her eyes and his breath caught at what he saw spinning in them. He quickly wrapped his arms around her again, trying to comfort in anyway he could. That look he saw broke his heart. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. And he knew that look will grace the face of another, when they returned and had to tell Torrie.
***Come on. Oh yeah. We getting good. Rack up those reviews. ***
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.
Jeff exhaled as the four men led him through the back of the bar. Well, it's the moment of truth. There's no turning back, and even if he could, he wouldn't. Not when Lita's safety was at hand. She's all that matters. One of these day he figured his 'Live for the Moment' attitude would get the best of him. He could've come with backup, they could've demolished this group and they could've left before anyone knew what happened. But he jumped the gun like he usually does.
He looked around, noticing how they surrounded him as they escorted. He felt like a prisoner being accompanied to death row. All he needed were the shackles. Jeff shook his head as he saw the back door. Well, it's show time. Just Bring It!
The largest man pushed the door open, holding it for the Hardy. Jeff looked around then stepped outside, his eyes instantly locking with those of the leader. "Alright. I'm here. You win."
Nate smiled as his 'goons' surrounded the Hardy. The boy would have to be nuts to try to get away now, but this is Jeff. "Now it's all over."
Jeff cocked his head at the other man. "Over. What's over?"
"You." Nate answered roughly. "It's all your doing. And now it's your turn to pay. Welcome to Hell, Jeff. Because I am your worst nightmare."
"Hey, Jeff." Chris called running towards the younger. Edge tried to stop him, but Chris pulled away. Edge grabbed Lita, holding her against him, praying they didn't look here now. "I was bar hopping and walked in just as I saw you leave this way. What's going on?"
Nate turned to look at the approaching blonde. "And with whom do we have the pleasure of this appearance."
"My name's Chris." The blonde said with a smile. "Is there any trouble? What did he do this time? Sometimes he gets a little carried away in these places. If he damaged anything, just tell me. I got the cash to cover."
Jeff lowered his head with a silent curse.
"I'm afraid this is something that can't be paid for like that." Nate answered. "And...Chris? ..." he grinned menacingly. "You just got yourself into a lot more trouble then you ever thought possible."
When the words left his mouth, the other men jumped the two wrestlers, quite easily dominating over them as they pounded them into the ground. Nate chuckled.
Lita pulled from Edge trying to run towards Jeff and Chris. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back against him, so she was now sitting in his lap. She struggled. "We have to help them. We can't just..."
"No." Edge forcefully whispered, leaning against the dumpster. "We need to get out of here so we can get help."
Lita continued to struggle then slowly stopped. He could feel her shoulders shaking and knew the tears were about to come. Oh God. Her sobs might give them away. He quickly turned her in his arms, pushing her face into his neck, hoping it would muffle her whimpers. She clutched to him, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin. "Shhh." He whispered. "Easy, baby. Easy."
She nodded, understanding but didn't let go. She buried her face further into his neck and held tighter. He responded by pulling her even closer. He felt her shudder. She couldn't stop crying and he didn't expect her to. As long as they can't hear them.
"That's enough." Nate cried. "Let me see him." The biggest man picked Jeff up, the Hardy too weak to stand on his own. Nate laughed at how his legs hung limply. He grabbed the Hardy by the shirt and threw him into the brick wall.
Jeff hit with a loud smack then fell limply to the ground. Chris pushed himself up, gathering the last strength he could, but his attempts were hindered when a bottle broke over his head. Chris fell to the ground, joining Jeff in the realm of the unconscious as the blood already began to flow through his hair.
"Throw them both in the trunk." Nate instructed. "We can't risk that blonde idiot getting away and finding us. We'll take Jeff, you take him. Meet us at my country place."
His group nodded, and the largest picked up Chris, flinging him over his shoulder and toted him to the car. Two of the others followed him, and they sped off.
Nate turned to look at the man at his feet. He kicked the unmoving body, spat on the younger man's head and walked to his car. The other he was with picked up the Hardy boy and dragged him away.
Edge heard the engine rev and they were gone. He exhaled. "Ok, baby. Let it out now. They're gone."
The redhead shivered and she cried out as the tears flowed fully. She scratched down his back, a combination of emotional pain and anger.
Edge flinched at the stinging, but just held her tighter. He couldn't take it. Couldn't take her tears, the sorrow, the pain. He pulled away to look in her eyes and his breath caught at what he saw spinning in them. He quickly wrapped his arms around her again, trying to comfort in anyway he could. That look he saw broke his heart. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. And he knew that look will grace the face of another, when they returned and had to tell Torrie.
***Come on. Oh yeah. We getting good. Rack up those reviews. ***
