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.
Matt paced the length of his hotel room. "Where the hell are they?"
Christian could only sigh. "Just give them time."
Matt walked to the window, looked out, then sat on his bed. Trish immediately crawled to his side, allowing him to pull her into his arms. He leaned back against the headboard, bringing her further into his lap. "I just hope they're all ok."
"I'm sure everyone is fine." Christian said, reassuringly as he stroked Torrie's hair. The little blonde had been resting her head in his lap while he sat in a chair. She hadn't spoken nor moved since he'd said Chris was gone.
All started at the sound of a knocking on the door. Matt jumped off the bed, running to the door. "Jeff, you stupid son of a..." his voice trailed when he saw who stood there.
Edge led Lita into the room, not looking at the others, simply heading straight for the other bed and laying the redhead down. He quickly sat down next to her, pulling her into a hug and holding her. She willingly moved into him, clutching at his shirt, desperately.
Matt shot a quizzical glance at Edge then looked back out the door, expecting Chris and Jeff to bound up the stairs. But they never did. "Oh my God, What happened?"
Edge exhaled, gently rubbing Lita's back. "Close the door." Matt did as he was instructed then returned to his previous position at Trish's side. Edge continued. He told them the situation. All he could remember, word for word. And then who Lita said it was.
At Nate's name, Matt's eyes flared. "Nate? He did this." He ran a hand through his hair and rolled off the bed, kneeling down in front of Lita. "Honey, are you sure."
She said nothing but nodded.
Matt swore then looked around, catching the confused look of all in the room. "Tell us the rest, then I'll explain."
Edge sighed. "They were about to jump Jeff when Chris ran out from behind our dumpster. He approached them trying to get Jeff out of trouble. But nothing went as planned. I ... We heard them. They threw them to the ground, beating them as hard as they could. One of them must have picked Chris up and thrown him into the wall cuz we heard this sickening smack. Jeff made a last effort to fight back and we heard a crash. I think they broke a bottle over his head. Or maybe it was the other way around. I don't know; we couldn't see. Anyway, Nate said they were going to take them back to his country home. They threw both of them into the trunk and sped off. Then we came back here."
Edge looked over to see that lost gaze staring back at him in Torrie. "I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him. I really did. I..."
Torrie shook her head, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I...uh...oh God." She buried her head further into Christian's lap and the blonde Canadian continued to console her.
"Who's this Nate guy?" Christian asked, looking at Matt.
"It's not my place to tell." Matt said, looking into Lita's tear-filled eyes. "It's up to you, sweetie."
Lita nodded, sitting up on the bed now. She smiled at Edge who continued to comfortingly rub her back. "It was some time ago. Before I came to the WWF. We were young, and training. Matt and Jeff had just signed their contracts and I was so happy for them. I had been dating Nate, at the point, for about ten months. I was getting real serious about him too, thinking that he was the best thing that could ever come."
She lowered her gaze. "I was severely mistaken. One night, Jeff came to my place. He was so excited about winning his first match. I mean, yeah, the whole thing is staged. But finally the company let him pull through. After his good news, I had some of my own. I had just signed with the ECW. It wasn't the same caliber but it was still a wrestling league. And they were willing to be lenient with my contract."
Lita looked at Matt, who only nodded trying to coax her into continuing. She agreed, lowering her eyes once again. "But it wasn't all happy times for me. I loved Nate and he didn't want me to be a wrestler. I was about to turn down my contract for him. Jeff spent about three hours convincing me not to. I realized then that if he really loved me, he wouldn't stop me because I'm a wrestler at heart. So I made up my mind to stick with the contract."
Lita's eyes swelled, the dampness becoming apparent. "When I told Nate that night, he wasn't too happy. Jeff had stayed behind, since Nate did have an unpredictable anger streak. He..." she sighed heavily, then swallowed, steadying her voice. "He really cracked. Throwing everything. He went downstairs and after Jeff. He picked him up and threw him through my sliding glass doors. He was so cut up. These huge shards of glass just stuck out of his skin and the blood was...I..."
Lita lowered her head into her hands, the tears flowing freely now. Matt immediately ran to her side.
After a minute, Lita wiped her eyes then continued, her voice shaking. "Nate...he uhm ... after he threw Jeff through the glass, he turned on me. Jeff could barely stand. And Nate called me everything in the book. He said I was a ... cheating little whore of a slut and accused me of screwing around with Jeff behind his back. I..." Lita shook her head, using the momentum to push her hair out of her face. "I broke down. It wasn't true. I didn't. I really didn't. He uh... he stormed into the kitchen and came back with a ... a..."
Edge leaned close to her ear to whisper soothingly; although what, nobody heard. He pulled her against his chest, holding her steady.
Lita leaned back into him, her voice uncontrolled. "He came after me with a butcher knife. I ... I was pregnant and he...he thought the child wasn't his, but it was. It wasn't Jeff's but he didn't believe me. And he ..." Lita's shoulders shook, the sobs coursing through her body. "He stabbed me in the ... in the... down there. I...I fell to the ground. And Jeff...he uh...he heard me and pulled everything in him, running to me. Nate was about to stab me again, when Jeff...he uh...he got in the way, taking the knife for me, holding it into himself and taking it from Nate's grasp." Lita lowered her head into her hands yet again.
"That scar." Matt said. "The one on his abs on the side of his body is from the knife."
Lita nodded, pulling herself together again to try and finish her tale. "Jeff...he...made sure to fall on top of me, blocking Nate from doing anything else. Jeff then pulled out the knife that stuck outta him and threw it at Nate. I don't know if he hit him or what but he...he uhm...turned tail and ran out my door. Jeff... he...he took everything left in him and grabbed my phone dialing 911 as he applied the pressure to my wound. He explained to the operator what happened, the stabbing, the window, and my pregnancy, then told her of his wound. He...he passed out before I did, and I followed not thirty seconds later."
Her shoulders shook again and Edge stroked her hair. "When I woke up, Jeff and I were in the same room. Apparently Matt insisted on us being together. I ... I... I lost the baby. He killed my baby." She looked up meeting the eyes of every person in the room, an angry reddened stare that screamed of pain unbeknownst to all present. "That bastard killed my baby. He tried to kill Jeff, my baby, then me. Even though my baby died and the injury he...I...I can still have children. The doctor said...he said it would be hard but it's not impossible. It's haunted me since. Sometimes I have to just let it out, and I'd cry on Jeff's shoulder or write out my frustrations." Her teeth clenched at the next three words. "I hate him. I came to another realization that night too. I...I fell in love with Jeff. After everything he did for me, I realized then that I loved him. And even after Essa I still thought it was only a brother protecting sister attitude with him. But it wasn't. And I didn't see it until it was too late. Oh God..."
She collapsed then into Edge's arms, the Canadian quickly pulling her against him. His eyes darted to Matt's who had a look of shock that matched everyone's in the room. Apparently, he hadn't known the whole story either. Nobody had a clue. And everyone was shocked into silence. What could he say to that? How does one respond? All he could do was hold her. Hold her until she calmed. And that's just what he did.
***Movin along nicely here. What'd y'all think? ***
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.
Matt paced the length of his hotel room. "Where the hell are they?"
Christian could only sigh. "Just give them time."
Matt walked to the window, looked out, then sat on his bed. Trish immediately crawled to his side, allowing him to pull her into his arms. He leaned back against the headboard, bringing her further into his lap. "I just hope they're all ok."
"I'm sure everyone is fine." Christian said, reassuringly as he stroked Torrie's hair. The little blonde had been resting her head in his lap while he sat in a chair. She hadn't spoken nor moved since he'd said Chris was gone.
All started at the sound of a knocking on the door. Matt jumped off the bed, running to the door. "Jeff, you stupid son of a..." his voice trailed when he saw who stood there.
Edge led Lita into the room, not looking at the others, simply heading straight for the other bed and laying the redhead down. He quickly sat down next to her, pulling her into a hug and holding her. She willingly moved into him, clutching at his shirt, desperately.
Matt shot a quizzical glance at Edge then looked back out the door, expecting Chris and Jeff to bound up the stairs. But they never did. "Oh my God, What happened?"
Edge exhaled, gently rubbing Lita's back. "Close the door." Matt did as he was instructed then returned to his previous position at Trish's side. Edge continued. He told them the situation. All he could remember, word for word. And then who Lita said it was.
At Nate's name, Matt's eyes flared. "Nate? He did this." He ran a hand through his hair and rolled off the bed, kneeling down in front of Lita. "Honey, are you sure."
She said nothing but nodded.
Matt swore then looked around, catching the confused look of all in the room. "Tell us the rest, then I'll explain."
Edge sighed. "They were about to jump Jeff when Chris ran out from behind our dumpster. He approached them trying to get Jeff out of trouble. But nothing went as planned. I ... We heard them. They threw them to the ground, beating them as hard as they could. One of them must have picked Chris up and thrown him into the wall cuz we heard this sickening smack. Jeff made a last effort to fight back and we heard a crash. I think they broke a bottle over his head. Or maybe it was the other way around. I don't know; we couldn't see. Anyway, Nate said they were going to take them back to his country home. They threw both of them into the trunk and sped off. Then we came back here."
Edge looked over to see that lost gaze staring back at him in Torrie. "I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him. I really did. I..."
Torrie shook her head, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I...uh...oh God." She buried her head further into Christian's lap and the blonde Canadian continued to console her.
"Who's this Nate guy?" Christian asked, looking at Matt.
"It's not my place to tell." Matt said, looking into Lita's tear-filled eyes. "It's up to you, sweetie."
Lita nodded, sitting up on the bed now. She smiled at Edge who continued to comfortingly rub her back. "It was some time ago. Before I came to the WWF. We were young, and training. Matt and Jeff had just signed their contracts and I was so happy for them. I had been dating Nate, at the point, for about ten months. I was getting real serious about him too, thinking that he was the best thing that could ever come."
She lowered her gaze. "I was severely mistaken. One night, Jeff came to my place. He was so excited about winning his first match. I mean, yeah, the whole thing is staged. But finally the company let him pull through. After his good news, I had some of my own. I had just signed with the ECW. It wasn't the same caliber but it was still a wrestling league. And they were willing to be lenient with my contract."
Lita looked at Matt, who only nodded trying to coax her into continuing. She agreed, lowering her eyes once again. "But it wasn't all happy times for me. I loved Nate and he didn't want me to be a wrestler. I was about to turn down my contract for him. Jeff spent about three hours convincing me not to. I realized then that if he really loved me, he wouldn't stop me because I'm a wrestler at heart. So I made up my mind to stick with the contract."
Lita's eyes swelled, the dampness becoming apparent. "When I told Nate that night, he wasn't too happy. Jeff had stayed behind, since Nate did have an unpredictable anger streak. He..." she sighed heavily, then swallowed, steadying her voice. "He really cracked. Throwing everything. He went downstairs and after Jeff. He picked him up and threw him through my sliding glass doors. He was so cut up. These huge shards of glass just stuck out of his skin and the blood was...I..."
Lita lowered her head into her hands, the tears flowing freely now. Matt immediately ran to her side.
After a minute, Lita wiped her eyes then continued, her voice shaking. "Nate...he uhm ... after he threw Jeff through the glass, he turned on me. Jeff could barely stand. And Nate called me everything in the book. He said I was a ... cheating little whore of a slut and accused me of screwing around with Jeff behind his back. I..." Lita shook her head, using the momentum to push her hair out of her face. "I broke down. It wasn't true. I didn't. I really didn't. He uh... he stormed into the kitchen and came back with a ... a..."
Edge leaned close to her ear to whisper soothingly; although what, nobody heard. He pulled her against his chest, holding her steady.
Lita leaned back into him, her voice uncontrolled. "He came after me with a butcher knife. I ... I was pregnant and he...he thought the child wasn't his, but it was. It wasn't Jeff's but he didn't believe me. And he ..." Lita's shoulders shook, the sobs coursing through her body. "He stabbed me in the ... in the... down there. I...I fell to the ground. And Jeff...he uh...he heard me and pulled everything in him, running to me. Nate was about to stab me again, when Jeff...he uh...he got in the way, taking the knife for me, holding it into himself and taking it from Nate's grasp." Lita lowered her head into her hands yet again.
"That scar." Matt said. "The one on his abs on the side of his body is from the knife."
Lita nodded, pulling herself together again to try and finish her tale. "Jeff...he...made sure to fall on top of me, blocking Nate from doing anything else. Jeff then pulled out the knife that stuck outta him and threw it at Nate. I don't know if he hit him or what but he...he uhm...turned tail and ran out my door. Jeff... he...he took everything left in him and grabbed my phone dialing 911 as he applied the pressure to my wound. He explained to the operator what happened, the stabbing, the window, and my pregnancy, then told her of his wound. He...he passed out before I did, and I followed not thirty seconds later."
Her shoulders shook again and Edge stroked her hair. "When I woke up, Jeff and I were in the same room. Apparently Matt insisted on us being together. I ... I... I lost the baby. He killed my baby." She looked up meeting the eyes of every person in the room, an angry reddened stare that screamed of pain unbeknownst to all present. "That bastard killed my baby. He tried to kill Jeff, my baby, then me. Even though my baby died and the injury he...I...I can still have children. The doctor said...he said it would be hard but it's not impossible. It's haunted me since. Sometimes I have to just let it out, and I'd cry on Jeff's shoulder or write out my frustrations." Her teeth clenched at the next three words. "I hate him. I came to another realization that night too. I...I fell in love with Jeff. After everything he did for me, I realized then that I loved him. And even after Essa I still thought it was only a brother protecting sister attitude with him. But it wasn't. And I didn't see it until it was too late. Oh God..."
She collapsed then into Edge's arms, the Canadian quickly pulling her against him. His eyes darted to Matt's who had a look of shock that matched everyone's in the room. Apparently, he hadn't known the whole story either. Nobody had a clue. And everyone was shocked into silence. What could he say to that? How does one respond? All he could do was hold her. Hold her until she calmed. And that's just what he did.
***Movin along nicely here. What'd y'all think? ***
