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.
Lita stood, silent, watching the double doors. She glanced around, noticing how her guests stood frozen at the events that just happened. After a few minutes, the DJ played another song, and the party went back to their kibitzing. Christian turned to his bride. "What in the Hell was that all about?"
She slowly turned her eyes to meet Edge's. Edge just shook his head then walked away, making it quite clear he knew exactly what was going on. Lita looked to the door then back to her husband, not responding.
"What are you, mute?" he asked. "That little boy of yours just punched me."
"What did you do?" she asked, almost in a daze.
"ME!" Christian glared at her. "What makes you think I did anything? In case you missed something.Jeff.Hit.Me." He annunciated.
"I missed nothing." She hissed. "Jeff's not the kind of guy to jump off the rim and just deck someone. Something set him off."
"Yeah probably all that liquor he was guzzling down." Christian quickly argued, trying to push any blame off of himself. He knew the Hardy's motivation. He also didn't think anyone was watching.
The fire entered Lita's eyes. "That's it. The Liquor." She said, making the excuse to herself that Christian probably did nothing wrong.
Christian smiled, realizing that he'd won. "I'm just going to go clean up." He turned his back and walked to the bathroom.
Lita scowled. What did Jeff think he was doing? This is her wedding and he just about ruined it. Her mind make up, she picked up her dress and walked to the double doors, insistent on talking to the younger Hardy.
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Chris and Jeff stood outside the restaurant. Jeff paced back and forth, his shirt hanging open off his shoulders, then slammed his fist into one of the concrete pillars. He walked away, then back and punched again. He mumbled some inaudible curses as he shook off his bleeding hand then went back to pacing.
"Jeff, you gotta calm down." Chris said, breaking the near two minute silence.
"I can't calm down." Jeff almost yelled. "That sorry son of a bitch is."
"I know what he's doing." Chris interrupted. "But you need to chill, for Lita's sake."
Jeff pointed to the doors. "I did that for Lita's sake."
Chris crossed his arms. "You punched her GROOM for her own sake."
"YEAH!" Jeff hollered, pacing again.
"That makes no sense. You can't go around punching random grooms in the face for the bride's sake. You just can't do it." Chris said. "I know you're heated and I know you probably want to wring his neck, but just chill."
"I can't chill!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Well, you better 'chill.'" A female voice yelled.
Chris and Jeff turned to look at the double doors, an irate redhead standing before them. Chris glanced back to Jeff. "I'm going to go get myself a drink. When you calm down, come back in, ok?" With that said, Chris turned away, walked past Lita, and back to the party.
Jeff growled then turned his back to face away from the approaching redhead. A hand grabbed his arm and spun him with a force that could've had him spinning like a top. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?" her fierce voice asked.
Jeff's fiery eyes locked with hers, the anger and desire for violence dominant. "I did what needed to be done. And no, I didn't have too much to drink. As you can see, I'm perfectly sober." He turned and began to walk away.
"Don't you dare walk away from me, Jeffrey." Lita hollered. "Because I swear to God, if."
"What, Lita?" Jeff said, spinning to look at her, she almost bumping into him. "What'll you do, huh? It's not like you want me in your life anymore to begin with, so what would it matter." He pointed a finger to the doors. "You have him now."
He turned to leave again, but a hand on his arm held him back. "Is that what you think?" she said softly, all the anger now gone from her voice. "You think I don't want you in my life anymore?"
"That's part of it." He said, looking directly into her hazel eyes.
Lita furrowed her brow. "What do you mean 'part'?" She let go of his arm, convinced now he wasn't leaving.
Jeff sighed. "I can't tell you the rest. Even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lita said, confused. "You think I don't trust you or something?"
"No, that's not it." He said, cupping her face with his hands. "I just want you to know, that no matter what, I'm here for you. Ok?"
She leaned forward, hugging him. "Of course, Jeff. I know that."
Jeff took a moment to gather himself and clear his head considering she was pushed against his bare chest.. She's so close yet. And the vibration of her voice against his ear. He shook his head, pulling back and placing a kiss on her forehead. Not exactly where he wanted to, but it'll have to do. "Just want to make sure. No matter what, got that?"
Lita nodded, extremely confused at his determination in the matter. "Yeah. I got it. Wait, where are you going?" She called as he walked away.
"I think I should go." Jeff solemnly answered.
"No you don't." she said, running up to grab his arm, for what now, the third time. "Please come back."
"But I just."
"I don't care," she said, shaking her head. "I want you there, and I know you're sorry." Little did she know that Jeff wasn't sorry in the least. "And if you don't come then I'm leaving with you."
Jeff's eyes widened. What is she crazy? "Honey, you can't do that? It's ok really I."
"You testing me?" She said, daring him with her eyes as she leaned back into her hip. "You don't believe me do you?" She walked past him and towards his motorbike, sitting on the back. "Where we going?"
Jeff stared, wide-eyed, but speechless. Oh the restraint it took to not jump on his bike and ride away with her. But he couldn't do that. Could he? He shook his head, dispelling all the thoughts from his mind. He walked towards her, still unable to talk.
"What seems to be the problem? You weren't so hesitant before. Where'd that fire go? Where's that guy who on a whim decked my husband? What happened to your 'Live for the Moment' attitude that I saw only minutes ago?" She looked at him, then leaned down, ripping away the hem of her wedding gown. "What is this in the way?" And before he could stop her, she'd ripped the entire train and hem off of her dress.
His jaw dropped as she threw the fabric to the ground. She ripped her dress! His eyes trailed over her, seeing how she ripped clean, her dress now sitting just above knee level. He swallowed, praying that the look of her wouldn't set him off.
"Well come on," she continued. "It's not like Adam's bike is blocking our way. If you won't come back in with me, then let's go."
Christian, Edge, Jericho, and Matt, stepped through the outside doors, all eyes immediately seeing Lita on Jeff's bike. Christian's eyes fired. "What the fu."
His words fell silent when he saw Jeff reach down, taking a piece of her gown, rip it into a strip and wrap his hand. He fisted his newly bandaged hand, jumped onto the bike, revved the engine, and took off, the bride sitting on the back.
***Review . come on. Please. Just bring it!***
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.
Lita stood, silent, watching the double doors. She glanced around, noticing how her guests stood frozen at the events that just happened. After a few minutes, the DJ played another song, and the party went back to their kibitzing. Christian turned to his bride. "What in the Hell was that all about?"
She slowly turned her eyes to meet Edge's. Edge just shook his head then walked away, making it quite clear he knew exactly what was going on. Lita looked to the door then back to her husband, not responding.
"What are you, mute?" he asked. "That little boy of yours just punched me."
"What did you do?" she asked, almost in a daze.
"ME!" Christian glared at her. "What makes you think I did anything? In case you missed something.Jeff.Hit.Me." He annunciated.
"I missed nothing." She hissed. "Jeff's not the kind of guy to jump off the rim and just deck someone. Something set him off."
"Yeah probably all that liquor he was guzzling down." Christian quickly argued, trying to push any blame off of himself. He knew the Hardy's motivation. He also didn't think anyone was watching.
The fire entered Lita's eyes. "That's it. The Liquor." She said, making the excuse to herself that Christian probably did nothing wrong.
Christian smiled, realizing that he'd won. "I'm just going to go clean up." He turned his back and walked to the bathroom.
Lita scowled. What did Jeff think he was doing? This is her wedding and he just about ruined it. Her mind make up, she picked up her dress and walked to the double doors, insistent on talking to the younger Hardy.
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Chris and Jeff stood outside the restaurant. Jeff paced back and forth, his shirt hanging open off his shoulders, then slammed his fist into one of the concrete pillars. He walked away, then back and punched again. He mumbled some inaudible curses as he shook off his bleeding hand then went back to pacing.
"Jeff, you gotta calm down." Chris said, breaking the near two minute silence.
"I can't calm down." Jeff almost yelled. "That sorry son of a bitch is."
"I know what he's doing." Chris interrupted. "But you need to chill, for Lita's sake."
Jeff pointed to the doors. "I did that for Lita's sake."
Chris crossed his arms. "You punched her GROOM for her own sake."
"YEAH!" Jeff hollered, pacing again.
"That makes no sense. You can't go around punching random grooms in the face for the bride's sake. You just can't do it." Chris said. "I know you're heated and I know you probably want to wring his neck, but just chill."
"I can't chill!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Well, you better 'chill.'" A female voice yelled.
Chris and Jeff turned to look at the double doors, an irate redhead standing before them. Chris glanced back to Jeff. "I'm going to go get myself a drink. When you calm down, come back in, ok?" With that said, Chris turned away, walked past Lita, and back to the party.
Jeff growled then turned his back to face away from the approaching redhead. A hand grabbed his arm and spun him with a force that could've had him spinning like a top. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?" her fierce voice asked.
Jeff's fiery eyes locked with hers, the anger and desire for violence dominant. "I did what needed to be done. And no, I didn't have too much to drink. As you can see, I'm perfectly sober." He turned and began to walk away.
"Don't you dare walk away from me, Jeffrey." Lita hollered. "Because I swear to God, if."
"What, Lita?" Jeff said, spinning to look at her, she almost bumping into him. "What'll you do, huh? It's not like you want me in your life anymore to begin with, so what would it matter." He pointed a finger to the doors. "You have him now."
He turned to leave again, but a hand on his arm held him back. "Is that what you think?" she said softly, all the anger now gone from her voice. "You think I don't want you in my life anymore?"
"That's part of it." He said, looking directly into her hazel eyes.
Lita furrowed her brow. "What do you mean 'part'?" She let go of his arm, convinced now he wasn't leaving.
Jeff sighed. "I can't tell you the rest. Even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lita said, confused. "You think I don't trust you or something?"
"No, that's not it." He said, cupping her face with his hands. "I just want you to know, that no matter what, I'm here for you. Ok?"
She leaned forward, hugging him. "Of course, Jeff. I know that."
Jeff took a moment to gather himself and clear his head considering she was pushed against his bare chest.. She's so close yet. And the vibration of her voice against his ear. He shook his head, pulling back and placing a kiss on her forehead. Not exactly where he wanted to, but it'll have to do. "Just want to make sure. No matter what, got that?"
Lita nodded, extremely confused at his determination in the matter. "Yeah. I got it. Wait, where are you going?" She called as he walked away.
"I think I should go." Jeff solemnly answered.
"No you don't." she said, running up to grab his arm, for what now, the third time. "Please come back."
"But I just."
"I don't care," she said, shaking her head. "I want you there, and I know you're sorry." Little did she know that Jeff wasn't sorry in the least. "And if you don't come then I'm leaving with you."
Jeff's eyes widened. What is she crazy? "Honey, you can't do that? It's ok really I."
"You testing me?" She said, daring him with her eyes as she leaned back into her hip. "You don't believe me do you?" She walked past him and towards his motorbike, sitting on the back. "Where we going?"
Jeff stared, wide-eyed, but speechless. Oh the restraint it took to not jump on his bike and ride away with her. But he couldn't do that. Could he? He shook his head, dispelling all the thoughts from his mind. He walked towards her, still unable to talk.
"What seems to be the problem? You weren't so hesitant before. Where'd that fire go? Where's that guy who on a whim decked my husband? What happened to your 'Live for the Moment' attitude that I saw only minutes ago?" She looked at him, then leaned down, ripping away the hem of her wedding gown. "What is this in the way?" And before he could stop her, she'd ripped the entire train and hem off of her dress.
His jaw dropped as she threw the fabric to the ground. She ripped her dress! His eyes trailed over her, seeing how she ripped clean, her dress now sitting just above knee level. He swallowed, praying that the look of her wouldn't set him off.
"Well come on," she continued. "It's not like Adam's bike is blocking our way. If you won't come back in with me, then let's go."
Christian, Edge, Jericho, and Matt, stepped through the outside doors, all eyes immediately seeing Lita on Jeff's bike. Christian's eyes fired. "What the fu."
His words fell silent when he saw Jeff reach down, taking a piece of her gown, rip it into a strip and wrap his hand. He fisted his newly bandaged hand, jumped onto the bike, revved the engine, and took off, the bride sitting on the back.
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