Livin' on the Edge
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Jericho, Edge and Jeff stood at the bar, leaning against it to face the guests, their tux jackets flung over the counter. Jeff turned, motioning for another drink. The bartender took his glass, mixed another and handed it back to the Hardy. Jeff swirled the drink then took a sip. "I can't believe it."
"What do you mean?" Edge asked, staring into his glass.
"That she's married." Jeff answered.
Chris nodded. "Yeah. That one knocked me for a loop too." He sat on the stool, turning his back but still watching through the mirror behind the bar. "Of all the people she could have possibly chosen, she marries that worthless piece-a-shit brother of yours."
"I know." Edge said as he and the Hardy joined Chris, sitting at the bar as well. "He's gonna hurt her. We already tried warning, telling her that. But she wouldn't listen to us. If she only realized."
"what's standing right in front of her." Jeff finished.
"Yeah." Edge sighed. "Do you think she knows? I mean how you feel; or what he's really like. Do you think she knows?"
"I have no clue." Jeff answered.
"I know this is a stupid comment, but I feel the need to say it anyway." Chris injected staring at the brown liquid in the bottom of his shot glass. "You never said anything to her and that's why you're kicking yourself in the ass."
"I had my reasons." Jeff explained sipping his drink. "I was just so nervous she never thought of me that way."
"And that was your mistake." Edge said, handing his empty glass to the bartender and grabbing a newly filled one. "You didn't want to take the lead and just jump ahead. And because of that she married."
"A Rotten SOB." Jeff said. "Sorry. I know it's your brother and all."
"Don't apologize." Edge said. "I agree with you. But he, or 'it' as you so wonderfully put it, is still my family."
"And look at that." Chris pointed to the mirror. "She's been married what, two hours, and he's already looking around. He's checkin' out Lita's cousin."
Jeff looked into the mirror. "What the really hot blonde one?"
Chris shook his head. "No, the eighteen year old brunette. The one he's winking at. See? Look at him.licking his lips at her."
Edge sighed, lowering his head. "I didn't really want to kick the crap out of my brother today."
Jeff finished his drink and slammed the glass onto the counter. "That's ok. I will." And he stood, walking out onto the dance floor.
"Ah damn." Chris cursed, chugging the rest of his before joining Edge in following the Hardy.
The song ended, and Christian pulled away from Lita to see his best man, friend and brother walking towards him in a line. "Hey guys. Hope you're enjoying the free bar. I know how much."
Jeff's fist slammed into Christian's face, knocking the blonde man to the floor. "I saw that, you son of a bitch."
Christian brought a hand to his lip, noticing the blood immediately. "What the HELL!" He slowly stood, the group now drawing a crowd. Lita froze, too shocked to do anything.
"You know exactly what I mean." Jeff said.
"Why you." Christian lunged only to be caught by his brother. Jeff swung as well, missing when Jericho held him back. The party grew silent as the two men struggled.
"Let Go!" Jeff yelled. "You don't deserve her. You never did, you friggin' piece a."
"SHUT IT!" Chris screamed. "Come on, back out. Let's go get some air. Come ON!" Jeff allowed Chris to push him towards the door.
Christian smiled, still being held back by his brother. "What's wrong, Jeffy? Not man enough to finish what you started."
Jeff dove past Jericho towards Christian again, only to have Chris grab the back of his shirt. The Hardy fell to the ground, the buttons popping to expose his chest. But he quickly scrambled to his feet to attack again, the shirt hanging on his shoulders.
Matt jumped in, helping Chris stop his brother from pummeling the other man. Chris strained, keeping Jeff back. "JEFF! OUTSIDE! NOW!" He and Matt threw the younger man to the door. Matt stayed behind, only watching.
"RUNNING AWAY, YOU PUSS?" Christian yelled. "I GUESS IT'S NO DIFFERENT THEN USUAL! YOU NEVER COULD FINISH ANYWAY!"
Jeff flipped his middle finger into the air as Chris pushed him through the double doors, allowing them to swing shut behind.
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Jericho, Edge and Jeff stood at the bar, leaning against it to face the guests, their tux jackets flung over the counter. Jeff turned, motioning for another drink. The bartender took his glass, mixed another and handed it back to the Hardy. Jeff swirled the drink then took a sip. "I can't believe it."
"What do you mean?" Edge asked, staring into his glass.
"That she's married." Jeff answered.
Chris nodded. "Yeah. That one knocked me for a loop too." He sat on the stool, turning his back but still watching through the mirror behind the bar. "Of all the people she could have possibly chosen, she marries that worthless piece-a-shit brother of yours."
"I know." Edge said as he and the Hardy joined Chris, sitting at the bar as well. "He's gonna hurt her. We already tried warning, telling her that. But she wouldn't listen to us. If she only realized."
"what's standing right in front of her." Jeff finished.
"Yeah." Edge sighed. "Do you think she knows? I mean how you feel; or what he's really like. Do you think she knows?"
"I have no clue." Jeff answered.
"I know this is a stupid comment, but I feel the need to say it anyway." Chris injected staring at the brown liquid in the bottom of his shot glass. "You never said anything to her and that's why you're kicking yourself in the ass."
"I had my reasons." Jeff explained sipping his drink. "I was just so nervous she never thought of me that way."
"And that was your mistake." Edge said, handing his empty glass to the bartender and grabbing a newly filled one. "You didn't want to take the lead and just jump ahead. And because of that she married."
"A Rotten SOB." Jeff said. "Sorry. I know it's your brother and all."
"Don't apologize." Edge said. "I agree with you. But he, or 'it' as you so wonderfully put it, is still my family."
"And look at that." Chris pointed to the mirror. "She's been married what, two hours, and he's already looking around. He's checkin' out Lita's cousin."
Jeff looked into the mirror. "What the really hot blonde one?"
Chris shook his head. "No, the eighteen year old brunette. The one he's winking at. See? Look at him.licking his lips at her."
Edge sighed, lowering his head. "I didn't really want to kick the crap out of my brother today."
Jeff finished his drink and slammed the glass onto the counter. "That's ok. I will." And he stood, walking out onto the dance floor.
"Ah damn." Chris cursed, chugging the rest of his before joining Edge in following the Hardy.
The song ended, and Christian pulled away from Lita to see his best man, friend and brother walking towards him in a line. "Hey guys. Hope you're enjoying the free bar. I know how much."
Jeff's fist slammed into Christian's face, knocking the blonde man to the floor. "I saw that, you son of a bitch."
Christian brought a hand to his lip, noticing the blood immediately. "What the HELL!" He slowly stood, the group now drawing a crowd. Lita froze, too shocked to do anything.
"You know exactly what I mean." Jeff said.
"Why you." Christian lunged only to be caught by his brother. Jeff swung as well, missing when Jericho held him back. The party grew silent as the two men struggled.
"Let Go!" Jeff yelled. "You don't deserve her. You never did, you friggin' piece a."
"SHUT IT!" Chris screamed. "Come on, back out. Let's go get some air. Come ON!" Jeff allowed Chris to push him towards the door.
Christian smiled, still being held back by his brother. "What's wrong, Jeffy? Not man enough to finish what you started."
Jeff dove past Jericho towards Christian again, only to have Chris grab the back of his shirt. The Hardy fell to the ground, the buttons popping to expose his chest. But he quickly scrambled to his feet to attack again, the shirt hanging on his shoulders.
Matt jumped in, helping Chris stop his brother from pummeling the other man. Chris strained, keeping Jeff back. "JEFF! OUTSIDE! NOW!" He and Matt threw the younger man to the door. Matt stayed behind, only watching.
"RUNNING AWAY, YOU PUSS?" Christian yelled. "I GUESS IT'S NO DIFFERENT THEN USUAL! YOU NEVER COULD FINISH ANYWAY!"
Jeff flipped his middle finger into the air as Chris pushed him through the double doors, allowing them to swing shut behind.