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.
THREE MONTHS LATER (NYC, New York)
Matt paced the length of the locker room. He stopped then looked at his little brother, who was sitting on the bench. "I can't believe he's late. He knew we were all going out after the show, right?"
Edge nodded, "Yeah. I told him."
Chris shrugged. "It's Jay. He's never on time."
"But I'm here before he is." Lita said, a little confused at her husband's tardiness.
"Now that has to be a first." Jeff said light-heartedly.
Lita scowled at him while the others snickered. "I wouldn't talk there, Rainbow Bright." She countered. "Very often it's you who we're all waiting for."
Jeff stood, smirking. "Ah, yes. But who is also the one who gets most of the googly eyes?"
"I do." Torrie said, the others jumping unexpectedly at the little blonde's voice. She closed the locker room door behind her and walked over to Matt, kissing him softly on the lips.
"OW!" Jericho exclaimed over the other cat calls Edge was emitting. "Now that's hot stuff, if I may say so."
Torrie blushed and Matt pointed an accusing finger at the two blondes. "Watch it there, you. Keep your eyes in your head and your thoughts at street-level, thank you very much."
The two Canadians rolled their eyes as Jeff picked the conversation back up again. "Maybe you do, but I don't want all those guys staring at me. I may be old fashion but that's a little creepy." He placed a dramatic hand on his chest. "At least for me."
Torrie rolled her eyes. "Fine, you get more women fawning over you then I do men over me. Ok?"
Jeff smiled but Chris cleared his throat, the others looking to him for a response. "That is only because Matt won't disconnect himself from your ass long enough for guys to fawn. Frankly, I wouldn't want to piss him off."
Edge nodded his agreement. "Neither would I." and Matt smiled as Edge continued. "The only thing he has going for him is that he's a tank."
Torrie grinned, pulling at the top of his pants so the Hardy was now flush against her. "Oh he certainly has more assets then that."
The comment brought a blush to the elder Hardy's face and more cat calls from those present in the room.
"I hate to break into this 'call of the wild'," Lita said. "But we still have yet to find."
Jeff walked to the door. "Yeah, yeah. Jay. We know."
Chris jumped up from his seat. "I'll go with you."
And the two men left the locker room in search.
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They walked in silence a good five minutes, a very uncomfortable five minutes. After a while, Jeff sighed, running a hand through his hair then flipping it back behind his shoulders.
Chris shook his head, keeping his eyes, however, forward. "Jeff, you really need to just give up."
"I can't." he answered. "I know I'm right. And one of these days, I'll win."
"This isn't a contest." Chris said, an authoritative sound to his voice. "She's not some prize to be won."
"Oh, believe me; I'm perfectly aware of that." Jeff said, glancing down a hall before walking past. "That's not what I meant. I mean that one of these days, he'll screw up and I'm not planning on making the same mistake twice."
"Look, Jeff." Chris said, "He's been good these last few months. You're blowing away your best years on a married woman. You need to just move on."
"I can't." Jeff said. "I love her too much."
Chris sighed as he pushed open the door to Christian's locker room. "Well, you just have to."
His words fell short as both men caught a glimpse of Christian slamming Terri up against the wall, the petite woman's legs, wrapped around his waist.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Jeff yelled and Chris hesitated a moment before grabbing for the Hardy's waist, trying to keep the man back.
Terri gasped as Christian nearly dropped the small woman. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the locker room, Chris and Jeff glaring at her as she past.
Christian kept his back turned and the two men heard a zip. The blonde bent down and picked up his shirt, nonchalantly pulling it over his head. After a moment, Christian turned, a calm collective look in his eyes. He extended his arms. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Chris had to resist the urge to let go of Jeff and allow the younger man to pummel the worthless piece of garbage standing before him. Jeff snarled. "I KNEW IT! I'VE KNOWN IT ALL ALONG!"
Christian laughed. "And what are you going to do? Tell her? She won't believe you. Remember, I'm the innocent husband and can do no wrong."
Jeff let out a hoarse cry and pulled hard, trying to get away from Chris. Chris clenched his teeth as he used all his strength to throw the Hardy against the opposite wall, holding him against it at the shoulders. "Jeff, Stop. This will solve nothing."
"I'M GONNA KILL HIM. I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"
And Christian only laughed as he strolled out of the locker room. Chris watched him go then turned back to the Hardy, still forcefully holding the slightly smaller man against the wall, a hard task considering Jericho had only about fifteen pounds in his favor. "STOP!"
Jeff froze at the commanding tone and only stared into Chris's eyes.
Jericho refused to flinch at the anger and hatred shining through. He knew the emotions were not directed towards him, but that fire in Jeff's eyes was always almost impossible to extinguish. Chris had to think quickly. "You can't go after him, you can't."
"Why not?" Jeff said through clenched teeth, the Hardy's face turning red.
"Because it'll solve nothing. You'll kick the living crap outta him then he'll press charges for assault."
"So what?" Jeff spat back. "He provoked, it'll never fly."
"Yes, it will." Chris said. "I know you. You won't stop till he's near death, then what. You could get arrested and then he'll probably get a restraining order. Which means, you can't see Lita again."
Jeff shook his head. "It means I have to stay away from him, not her!"
"And you think he'll ever leave her side." Chris countered. "You'll never see her again. Do you want that, Jeff? To never see the woman you love again."
Jeff breathed heavily and Chris could see the mixed emotions scrolling past in the younger man's eyes. Eventually Jeff shrugged away Chris's hands and walked to a bench, sitting down and bowing his head into his hands. Chris breathed a sigh of relief, then sat next to his friend. Jericho placed a reassuring hand on Jeff's shoulder, seeing that the younger man was near tears. "I'm sorry but I had to stop you."
Jeff raised his head, staring to the ceiling and blinking back the tears. Chris could see the slight redness around his eyes. Jeff shook his head. "I knew it. I knew he'd do it. I have to tell her."
Chris bolted up. "No, you can't. You can't tell her."
Jeff looked to Chris, confused. "Why not? I can't keep this from her. The woman is my best friend if nothing else. I owe her the honesty."
"This is an honesty she can live without." Chris answered. "Plus she'd never believe you, trust me. Jay's right. Lita will never believe he did anything wrong unless she catches him. If you say something it'll only place a wedge in your relationship."
Jeff sighed, lowering his eyes. He knew Chris was right but. "It's still lying to her."
"I know." Chris said. "But just trust me on this one, ok? It'll be best if we say nothing."
Jeff's eyes shot back to Jericho's, that fire returning. "But he's not even remorseful."
Chris refused to draw back at the anger, hoping he could calm the younger man before the emotions overtook him. "I know. And he's a dirt bag. But we, that is you and me, will keep a close eye on him. Don't worry, if he keeps it up she'll eventually find out."
"He will do it again." Jeff said, a certainty in his voice.
"Of course he will." The confidence evident in Jericho's. "He can't keep his dick in his pants and one day, his pants will be around his ankles while he's banging another broad and Lita will walk in. It's going to happen."
Jeff grinned, sinisterly. "I am so ready. Can I."
Jericho grinned too. "Yes, when we catch him and Lita's there you can beat him as much as you want."
"Promise?" Jeff asked, an amused and hopeful light glinting in his eyes.
Jericho nodded as he helped his friend off the bench and the two walked towards the door. "I promise that when it happens again, I will not hold you back. In fact, I'll be helping you."
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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.
THREE MONTHS LATER (NYC, New York)
Matt paced the length of the locker room. He stopped then looked at his little brother, who was sitting on the bench. "I can't believe he's late. He knew we were all going out after the show, right?"
Edge nodded, "Yeah. I told him."
Chris shrugged. "It's Jay. He's never on time."
"But I'm here before he is." Lita said, a little confused at her husband's tardiness.
"Now that has to be a first." Jeff said light-heartedly.
Lita scowled at him while the others snickered. "I wouldn't talk there, Rainbow Bright." She countered. "Very often it's you who we're all waiting for."
Jeff stood, smirking. "Ah, yes. But who is also the one who gets most of the googly eyes?"
"I do." Torrie said, the others jumping unexpectedly at the little blonde's voice. She closed the locker room door behind her and walked over to Matt, kissing him softly on the lips.
"OW!" Jericho exclaimed over the other cat calls Edge was emitting. "Now that's hot stuff, if I may say so."
Torrie blushed and Matt pointed an accusing finger at the two blondes. "Watch it there, you. Keep your eyes in your head and your thoughts at street-level, thank you very much."
The two Canadians rolled their eyes as Jeff picked the conversation back up again. "Maybe you do, but I don't want all those guys staring at me. I may be old fashion but that's a little creepy." He placed a dramatic hand on his chest. "At least for me."
Torrie rolled her eyes. "Fine, you get more women fawning over you then I do men over me. Ok?"
Jeff smiled but Chris cleared his throat, the others looking to him for a response. "That is only because Matt won't disconnect himself from your ass long enough for guys to fawn. Frankly, I wouldn't want to piss him off."
Edge nodded his agreement. "Neither would I." and Matt smiled as Edge continued. "The only thing he has going for him is that he's a tank."
Torrie grinned, pulling at the top of his pants so the Hardy was now flush against her. "Oh he certainly has more assets then that."
The comment brought a blush to the elder Hardy's face and more cat calls from those present in the room.
"I hate to break into this 'call of the wild'," Lita said. "But we still have yet to find."
Jeff walked to the door. "Yeah, yeah. Jay. We know."
Chris jumped up from his seat. "I'll go with you."
And the two men left the locker room in search.
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They walked in silence a good five minutes, a very uncomfortable five minutes. After a while, Jeff sighed, running a hand through his hair then flipping it back behind his shoulders.
Chris shook his head, keeping his eyes, however, forward. "Jeff, you really need to just give up."
"I can't." he answered. "I know I'm right. And one of these days, I'll win."
"This isn't a contest." Chris said, an authoritative sound to his voice. "She's not some prize to be won."
"Oh, believe me; I'm perfectly aware of that." Jeff said, glancing down a hall before walking past. "That's not what I meant. I mean that one of these days, he'll screw up and I'm not planning on making the same mistake twice."
"Look, Jeff." Chris said, "He's been good these last few months. You're blowing away your best years on a married woman. You need to just move on."
"I can't." Jeff said. "I love her too much."
Chris sighed as he pushed open the door to Christian's locker room. "Well, you just have to."
His words fell short as both men caught a glimpse of Christian slamming Terri up against the wall, the petite woman's legs, wrapped around his waist.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Jeff yelled and Chris hesitated a moment before grabbing for the Hardy's waist, trying to keep the man back.
Terri gasped as Christian nearly dropped the small woman. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the locker room, Chris and Jeff glaring at her as she past.
Christian kept his back turned and the two men heard a zip. The blonde bent down and picked up his shirt, nonchalantly pulling it over his head. After a moment, Christian turned, a calm collective look in his eyes. He extended his arms. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Chris had to resist the urge to let go of Jeff and allow the younger man to pummel the worthless piece of garbage standing before him. Jeff snarled. "I KNEW IT! I'VE KNOWN IT ALL ALONG!"
Christian laughed. "And what are you going to do? Tell her? She won't believe you. Remember, I'm the innocent husband and can do no wrong."
Jeff let out a hoarse cry and pulled hard, trying to get away from Chris. Chris clenched his teeth as he used all his strength to throw the Hardy against the opposite wall, holding him against it at the shoulders. "Jeff, Stop. This will solve nothing."
"I'M GONNA KILL HIM. I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"
And Christian only laughed as he strolled out of the locker room. Chris watched him go then turned back to the Hardy, still forcefully holding the slightly smaller man against the wall, a hard task considering Jericho had only about fifteen pounds in his favor. "STOP!"
Jeff froze at the commanding tone and only stared into Chris's eyes.
Jericho refused to flinch at the anger and hatred shining through. He knew the emotions were not directed towards him, but that fire in Jeff's eyes was always almost impossible to extinguish. Chris had to think quickly. "You can't go after him, you can't."
"Why not?" Jeff said through clenched teeth, the Hardy's face turning red.
"Because it'll solve nothing. You'll kick the living crap outta him then he'll press charges for assault."
"So what?" Jeff spat back. "He provoked, it'll never fly."
"Yes, it will." Chris said. "I know you. You won't stop till he's near death, then what. You could get arrested and then he'll probably get a restraining order. Which means, you can't see Lita again."
Jeff shook his head. "It means I have to stay away from him, not her!"
"And you think he'll ever leave her side." Chris countered. "You'll never see her again. Do you want that, Jeff? To never see the woman you love again."
Jeff breathed heavily and Chris could see the mixed emotions scrolling past in the younger man's eyes. Eventually Jeff shrugged away Chris's hands and walked to a bench, sitting down and bowing his head into his hands. Chris breathed a sigh of relief, then sat next to his friend. Jericho placed a reassuring hand on Jeff's shoulder, seeing that the younger man was near tears. "I'm sorry but I had to stop you."
Jeff raised his head, staring to the ceiling and blinking back the tears. Chris could see the slight redness around his eyes. Jeff shook his head. "I knew it. I knew he'd do it. I have to tell her."
Chris bolted up. "No, you can't. You can't tell her."
Jeff looked to Chris, confused. "Why not? I can't keep this from her. The woman is my best friend if nothing else. I owe her the honesty."
"This is an honesty she can live without." Chris answered. "Plus she'd never believe you, trust me. Jay's right. Lita will never believe he did anything wrong unless she catches him. If you say something it'll only place a wedge in your relationship."
Jeff sighed, lowering his eyes. He knew Chris was right but. "It's still lying to her."
"I know." Chris said. "But just trust me on this one, ok? It'll be best if we say nothing."
Jeff's eyes shot back to Jericho's, that fire returning. "But he's not even remorseful."
Chris refused to draw back at the anger, hoping he could calm the younger man before the emotions overtook him. "I know. And he's a dirt bag. But we, that is you and me, will keep a close eye on him. Don't worry, if he keeps it up she'll eventually find out."
"He will do it again." Jeff said, a certainty in his voice.
"Of course he will." The confidence evident in Jericho's. "He can't keep his dick in his pants and one day, his pants will be around his ankles while he's banging another broad and Lita will walk in. It's going to happen."
Jeff grinned, sinisterly. "I am so ready. Can I."
Jericho grinned too. "Yes, when we catch him and Lita's there you can beat him as much as you want."
"Promise?" Jeff asked, an amused and hopeful light glinting in his eyes.
Jericho nodded as he helped his friend off the bench and the two walked towards the door. "I promise that when it happens again, I will not hold you back. In fact, I'll be helping you."
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