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.
Trish dragged the heavy chair closer to the hospital bed. She could feel the tears in her eyes, but be damned if she would shed one. The nurse was right. Crying will solve nothing. She sat down, and leaned onto the bed, grabbing Matt's left hand as she settled. No. She will not cry for him. Because if she cried for Matt, that would be admitting that he was in serious trouble. If she remained calm, he'll be alright.
She sighed as she caressed her gloved thumb over his bare hand. The scrubs they'd given her to wear itched. The cap felt funny on her head. She never liked tying her hair back, but if that's what she had to do to see Matt then she would. It was even hard to breathe through the mask. It felt like she needed to struggle to get enough air. But she pushed all her discomforts to the back of her mind. Matt was the important one now.
Her eyes glanced from the machines at his head to his feet. Tubes were everywhere. Blood and clear fluid pumping in and out of the Hardy. A tube even ran down his nose, she assumed it was for breathing, but it could've been for food. This wasn't exactly her specialty so she had no clue. A large bag full of blood hung across from her. Edge had been so wonderful to give Matt his blood. The doctor had said that there would be a slight chance that Matt's body would reject the foreign tissue. But she knew he wouldn't. Matt would know they were trying to help. He couldn't reject that blood. Not after Edge had screamed and hollered until they took two pints instead of the usual one.
She bowed her head. Two pints. He needed at least two pints of blood. Trish shakily expelled a breath. She didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe that the man she loves is lying unconscious in a hospital bed. And to make matters worse, she'd been told that he might not even wake up.
Of course he'd wake up. Matt wouldn't leave her now. She knew he wouldn't leave his brother either. And he would never leave Lita.
Lita
If it wasn't for Lita, Matt wouldn't be here. Her eyes darkened as her thoughts treaded dangerously. It was all her. Matt was shot because of Lita. He took the bullet for her. They were protecting her.
Trish clenched her teeth. What made Lita so damn important? Why is it that all of the guys would bend over backwards for her? Even Torrie and Stacy have strange loyalties to the redhead. And why? None of them probably knew anyway. It's like they all become entranced and drop everything if Lita needs something.
It's all her. Just because some insane lunatic fanatical jerk-off is so enthralled by the 'sultry redhead'. Sultry. That's what people have been calling her lately. Sultry. Trish scowled. She's not that pretty. She's got that girl next-door look and has an athletic body. How is that exotic? How is that so mind numbing to all these men, and women for that matter?
What is it that she has? Her skin is so tanned, it doesn't even look natural anymore. That can't be it. Her curves aren't that voluptuous; she doesn't have a big chest or knock-out legs. Ok. The red hair. Maybe that's it. Guys always tend to have this thing for women with red hair. They have this vision that all redheads are wild and crazy and extreme and erotic and. So that explains the guys. Fine. They're really into her hair.
But Torrie and Stacy. What had Lita ever done for them? Trish bit her lip, thinking back to anything the two blondes might have said. Nothing. She couldn't remember anything those two said about Lita. So where the hell did that devotion come from?
Obsessed. They're all obsessed. Jeff, Edge, Christian, Chris.and Matt. Her fiancé is fixated on Lita. And it screwed them all in the end. Matt's in a hospital, Edge probably passed out from blood loss, Chris and Jeff are being tortured, Christian's a nervous wreck, and Torrie's heart is just about breaking. And for what?
For Lita.
Trish clenched her left hand, her arm shaking from the anger, frustration, and hatred.
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The rising sun peaked through the hotel window. Torrie had closed the book about an hour prior, and now sat holding the prized possession against her chest. She had done it. She had read Lita's diary. She wanted to be thorough, making sure to try and catch everything so she wouldn't have to reread. The blonde shook her head as the realization of what she did, the betrayal she felt. She swallowed hard, quickly jumping to her feet and running into the bathroom, the nausea now taking control.
Edge jolted awake at the sound of the book dropping on the ground, and his eyes opened to see Torrie charging into the bathroom. He sighed, glancing to his right and nudging his brother in the ribs. "Hey, wake up."
Christian jostled awake, mumbling. "I didn't kill the cow." He looked around the room. "Oh...uhm...hey."
Edge cocked an eyebrow at his brother. "Yeah, hey. Do I even want to know?"
Christian shook his head, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. "No, you really don't."
On the floor at the side of the bed, Kane slept. Edge kicked him lightly in the chest. "Hey, get up."
Kane opened his eyes, staring up at the two Canadians. "I've been up for some time." The big man stood, stretching his shoulders back. "Do you think we should go after her? You know, make sure she's ok."
Christian could only shrug. "I don't know. And to be honest, now that I've slept on it...I really don't want to look at her."
Edge lowered his head. "We were wrong, weren't we? I mean to force her into doing it."
"Yeah, I think we were." Kane answered.
"I know we were." Christian said.
And the bathroom door opened, the paler then usual blonde stepping into the room. She walked back to the chair she had just recently vacated, picking up the diary on her way. She pressed the book against her chest as the men could only stare. What could they say? How would one break ground now?
Christian rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes at all costs. "So, uhm...did you...uh...find anything?"
Torrie threw her head back, laughing at the question. "Found anything?" she reiterated. "I found everything. And just so you know.all that she ever said about it was the exit the off road was after and how to find it. She claims not to remember the rest. So all the good it did us. Is that all you request from me?" She stood now, dangling the book from one cover so the pages hung, exposed. "Or maybe you want me to read from the beginning you know, just incase. Do you have any idea what had been in here?"
Edge held his hands up, a submissive gesture. "No, sweetie. It wasn't our place to read. It..."
"Oh and it was mine." Torrie shot back, then exhaled. "Do you realize...the pages and pages of intimate fantasies. More pages of her blatant desire for Jeff, describing every detail of what she wanted, what she wanted him to do to her, what she wanted to do to him. Continuous ramblings of what she thought of your little blonde girlfriend when they were at ends only weeks ago."
Her shoulders shook as she expelled a shaky breath. "I promised her. Do you have any idea the kind of life she's had? She has never had a friend, a true woman friend who she trusted with everything. That is what I was to her. I made a promise that I'd never betray her trust. I promised! It took months for her to believe me. And now, that she finally did."
The three men flinched back, unsure of what the little blonde would do or say next.
Torrie flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "I'm not completely blameless. But I want to thank you all. I want to thank you for guilt tripping me into reading things I never should have read!" she threw the book at Christian, the woman almost in hysterics. "I hope you don't find her. I hope that she and Jeff and Chris are dead. Because you know what?" she paused, her eyes glancing to each individual. "I don't think I can ever face her again."
*** Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo. Well another chapter in the bag... on the page ... posted none-the-less. Anyway, so let my know. Reviews are always welcome. BRING EM ON!!!***
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.
Trish dragged the heavy chair closer to the hospital bed. She could feel the tears in her eyes, but be damned if she would shed one. The nurse was right. Crying will solve nothing. She sat down, and leaned onto the bed, grabbing Matt's left hand as she settled. No. She will not cry for him. Because if she cried for Matt, that would be admitting that he was in serious trouble. If she remained calm, he'll be alright.
She sighed as she caressed her gloved thumb over his bare hand. The scrubs they'd given her to wear itched. The cap felt funny on her head. She never liked tying her hair back, but if that's what she had to do to see Matt then she would. It was even hard to breathe through the mask. It felt like she needed to struggle to get enough air. But she pushed all her discomforts to the back of her mind. Matt was the important one now.
Her eyes glanced from the machines at his head to his feet. Tubes were everywhere. Blood and clear fluid pumping in and out of the Hardy. A tube even ran down his nose, she assumed it was for breathing, but it could've been for food. This wasn't exactly her specialty so she had no clue. A large bag full of blood hung across from her. Edge had been so wonderful to give Matt his blood. The doctor had said that there would be a slight chance that Matt's body would reject the foreign tissue. But she knew he wouldn't. Matt would know they were trying to help. He couldn't reject that blood. Not after Edge had screamed and hollered until they took two pints instead of the usual one.
She bowed her head. Two pints. He needed at least two pints of blood. Trish shakily expelled a breath. She didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe that the man she loves is lying unconscious in a hospital bed. And to make matters worse, she'd been told that he might not even wake up.
Of course he'd wake up. Matt wouldn't leave her now. She knew he wouldn't leave his brother either. And he would never leave Lita.
Lita
If it wasn't for Lita, Matt wouldn't be here. Her eyes darkened as her thoughts treaded dangerously. It was all her. Matt was shot because of Lita. He took the bullet for her. They were protecting her.
Trish clenched her teeth. What made Lita so damn important? Why is it that all of the guys would bend over backwards for her? Even Torrie and Stacy have strange loyalties to the redhead. And why? None of them probably knew anyway. It's like they all become entranced and drop everything if Lita needs something.
It's all her. Just because some insane lunatic fanatical jerk-off is so enthralled by the 'sultry redhead'. Sultry. That's what people have been calling her lately. Sultry. Trish scowled. She's not that pretty. She's got that girl next-door look and has an athletic body. How is that exotic? How is that so mind numbing to all these men, and women for that matter?
What is it that she has? Her skin is so tanned, it doesn't even look natural anymore. That can't be it. Her curves aren't that voluptuous; she doesn't have a big chest or knock-out legs. Ok. The red hair. Maybe that's it. Guys always tend to have this thing for women with red hair. They have this vision that all redheads are wild and crazy and extreme and erotic and. So that explains the guys. Fine. They're really into her hair.
But Torrie and Stacy. What had Lita ever done for them? Trish bit her lip, thinking back to anything the two blondes might have said. Nothing. She couldn't remember anything those two said about Lita. So where the hell did that devotion come from?
Obsessed. They're all obsessed. Jeff, Edge, Christian, Chris.and Matt. Her fiancé is fixated on Lita. And it screwed them all in the end. Matt's in a hospital, Edge probably passed out from blood loss, Chris and Jeff are being tortured, Christian's a nervous wreck, and Torrie's heart is just about breaking. And for what?
For Lita.
Trish clenched her left hand, her arm shaking from the anger, frustration, and hatred.
+++
The rising sun peaked through the hotel window. Torrie had closed the book about an hour prior, and now sat holding the prized possession against her chest. She had done it. She had read Lita's diary. She wanted to be thorough, making sure to try and catch everything so she wouldn't have to reread. The blonde shook her head as the realization of what she did, the betrayal she felt. She swallowed hard, quickly jumping to her feet and running into the bathroom, the nausea now taking control.
Edge jolted awake at the sound of the book dropping on the ground, and his eyes opened to see Torrie charging into the bathroom. He sighed, glancing to his right and nudging his brother in the ribs. "Hey, wake up."
Christian jostled awake, mumbling. "I didn't kill the cow." He looked around the room. "Oh...uhm...hey."
Edge cocked an eyebrow at his brother. "Yeah, hey. Do I even want to know?"
Christian shook his head, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. "No, you really don't."
On the floor at the side of the bed, Kane slept. Edge kicked him lightly in the chest. "Hey, get up."
Kane opened his eyes, staring up at the two Canadians. "I've been up for some time." The big man stood, stretching his shoulders back. "Do you think we should go after her? You know, make sure she's ok."
Christian could only shrug. "I don't know. And to be honest, now that I've slept on it...I really don't want to look at her."
Edge lowered his head. "We were wrong, weren't we? I mean to force her into doing it."
"Yeah, I think we were." Kane answered.
"I know we were." Christian said.
And the bathroom door opened, the paler then usual blonde stepping into the room. She walked back to the chair she had just recently vacated, picking up the diary on her way. She pressed the book against her chest as the men could only stare. What could they say? How would one break ground now?
Christian rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes at all costs. "So, uhm...did you...uh...find anything?"
Torrie threw her head back, laughing at the question. "Found anything?" she reiterated. "I found everything. And just so you know.all that she ever said about it was the exit the off road was after and how to find it. She claims not to remember the rest. So all the good it did us. Is that all you request from me?" She stood now, dangling the book from one cover so the pages hung, exposed. "Or maybe you want me to read from the beginning you know, just incase. Do you have any idea what had been in here?"
Edge held his hands up, a submissive gesture. "No, sweetie. It wasn't our place to read. It..."
"Oh and it was mine." Torrie shot back, then exhaled. "Do you realize...the pages and pages of intimate fantasies. More pages of her blatant desire for Jeff, describing every detail of what she wanted, what she wanted him to do to her, what she wanted to do to him. Continuous ramblings of what she thought of your little blonde girlfriend when they were at ends only weeks ago."
Her shoulders shook as she expelled a shaky breath. "I promised her. Do you have any idea the kind of life she's had? She has never had a friend, a true woman friend who she trusted with everything. That is what I was to her. I made a promise that I'd never betray her trust. I promised! It took months for her to believe me. And now, that she finally did."
The three men flinched back, unsure of what the little blonde would do or say next.
Torrie flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "I'm not completely blameless. But I want to thank you all. I want to thank you for guilt tripping me into reading things I never should have read!" she threw the book at Christian, the woman almost in hysterics. "I hope you don't find her. I hope that she and Jeff and Chris are dead. Because you know what?" she paused, her eyes glancing to each individual. "I don't think I can ever face her again."
*** Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo. Well another chapter in the bag... on the page ... posted none-the-less. Anyway, so let my know. Reviews are always welcome. BRING EM ON!!!***
