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.
Jeff stood in the men's room, his hands on either side of the sink as he looked into the mirror. After Rock and Christian had come out of the building, all had gone to one of the local bars, celebrating the night's events. And no matter how hard he tried, Jeff couldn't keep the look of disgust or hatred from his face. Seeing Christian slamming Terri against that wall really set him off. And how he wanted to wring his hands around that damn Canadian's neck. He clenched the sides of the sink, his muscles tensing as he bowed his head.
"You ok, buddy."
Jeff looked up into the mirror to see a concerned Edge standing behind him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tense, you know."
Edge nodded, then walked over to one of the urinals. "I can't help but notice the way you've been glowering at my brother tonight. And more so then usual."
"Is it that obvious?"
The question brought a snicker from the tall blonde. "Oh yeah. Blatantly obvious."
"I thought I was hiding it pretty well." Jeff sighed.
After a flush and a zip, Edge turned, giving a slight chuckle. "Hiding? Jeff, when he came out of the arena, you spat at his feet and called him a jackass before taking off on your bike. I wouldn't exactly call that nonchalant."
"Good point."
"But seriously, what's wrong?" Edge asked, concern most apparent in his features.
Jeff pushed himself up off the sink, rolling back his shoulder. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. But it doesn't look like you'll let me be 'til I tell you so." The Hardy cracked his knuckles. "Chris and I walked in on your little brother bangin' Terri against the wall. And don't look at me like that, cuz I know what I saw."
"You sure?" Edge said, too shocked to say anything else.
Jeff nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Yeah, and I was about to kill him. But Chris stopped me."
Edge shook his head. "I don't believe it." As Jeff's anger flared, Edge raised his hands, submissively. "Not that I think you're lying. I believe you saw something. There's just gotta be another explanation."
"I saw what I saw." Jeff spat. "And Chris saw it too." Jeff walked past Edge and to the window at the other side of the restroom.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" Edge asked as Jeff opened the window. Edge's eyes widened. "Jeff, JEFF! What the."
"I gotta get outta here." The younger man said as he flung his leg out the open window.
"There is a door." Edge said, grabbing the Hardy's other leg in an attempt at stopping him from making the fifteen foot drop.
Jeff sat on the windowsill, one leg inside and one out as he locked eyes with Edge. "And if I use the door Lita or Chris will just try to stop me. And to be frank, it's one O'clock in the morning and I can't look at your brother anymore without choking him or breaking him in two. So I better go and find some other way to vent this aggression before I cripple him."
That said, Jeff swung his other leg out, exhaled and jumped to the ground; his knees bending as the Hardy rolled on impact. Edge ran to the window and called, "WHAT SHOULD I TELL THEM?"
Jeff looked up and smiled. "Tell them I jumped out a window." He let out a laugh and ran to his bike, starting her up. After she revved, he shifted into gear and sped off down the road. +++
**11:00 am the following day**
Lita paced the floor of her hotel room. "Where the hell is he?"
Chris could only shrug from his seat in the corner. "I don't know. But he can't be in that much trouble, right? I mean if he was he'd of called me."
"I suppose you're right." She sighed, sitting down on one of the queen sized beds in her room.
Edge crawled down to the foot of the bed, placing a hand on Lita's shoulder. "Don't worry. He does this all the time and you know it."
"I know!" the redhead yelled, slamming her fists into the bed for emphasis before standing. "I just hate it when he does." She exhaled and walked to the door, opening it to look down the hall.
Edge sighed, getting up to join her and was soon followed by Chris, all three now standing in the hall.
Christian only rolled his eyes and settled further back on his bed. What was the damn friggin deal? So Jeff took a gallivant. Big whoop. He shook his head then grabbed the remote off the other bed. Stupid kid. Always getting mixed up and charging around like he doesn't have a care in the world. Christian furrowed his brow. And why in the hell was his wife.HIS.so worried about him.
With a grunt, Christian turned on the television to watch the local news. His eyes widened at the first story. "Guys!" he called. "I think I found him."
The others charged back into the room, looking to Christian. But the blonde man only pointed at the screen; Lita, Edge, and Jericho all looking to where he pointed.
'And our top story this evening is breaking news. We're going live now to Jose Garcia on location. Jose?'
'Thank you, Diana. The chase began early this morning at a local bar. Sergeant Jameson issued a statement not five minutes ago that the perpetrators have been caught, arrested and are now in custody.'
The television flashed to a press panel, a decorated police officer standing at the pulpit. "Interstate Route 80 has been re-opened to motorists as of 10:30 this morning. I am pleased to report that even though the high speed chase endangered the lives of many commuters, there are no reports of any serious injuries."
"But what of the bikers?"
"The bikers are fine." A clip of the chases came onto the screen as the sergeant continued. "As you can see here, the first skidded out on a great deal of sand while his pursues were too close to compensate and skidded as well"
Lita gasped as she saw the familiar motorcycle in the lead hit the patch of sand, the others following closely behind.
The sergeant continued. "The accident looks worse then it is. The first biker released the handlebars and jumped from the bike right before impact. After he jumped, he went limp and though he was thrown fifty feet, was able to stand up and walk towards us. The others are in a bit more serious condition. Two are being hospitalized while one is also in our custody. We have no further information at this time."
Chris's cell phone rang. All jumped at the sound as the blonde man answered. "Hello.JEFF? ." Lita sprang to her feet, running to Chris's side asking questions, but Chris shushed her with his hand as he spoke to the Hardy. "What? . Yeah ... ok ." Chris smiled. "What do you mean, 'Don't tell Lita'. It's kinda hard not too. I mean you were all over the news.Yeah, really.HOW MUCH?" Chris jumped to his feet. "I don't have that kind of money.what do you mean, 'damages'?" Chris lowered his head into his hands. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do.yeah. Look, right now you are in no position to tell me anything so if she wants to come then she's going to come, ok? . Do you want me to bail you out? . I thought so. I'll be there soon.bye."
Chris clicked his phone shut and reluctantly looked up. Lita spoke first. "Oh my God, Jeff. Is he ok? No injuries? Where is he?" she straightened and asked the following question with an authoritative air. "How much?"
Chris paused a moment going through all her questions in his head. "Yes. No. Jail. Three grand."
"THREE GRAND!" Edge screamed. "What the hell did he do?"
Chris shrugged his shoulders. "He only had four minutes but he said he'd explain later. Now I just gotta find a way to get three grand. That's not the kind of cash I just carry around."
Lita sighed as she walked over to her bag, pulling out a brown book and shoving it into her back pocket. "So let's go."
Chris ran forward, grabbing the redhead's arm. "NO, sweetie. I can't let you pay for it. It's too much money. I'll find something else. I promise."
Lita paused, pulling the book from her back pocket then looked into his eyes, a strange sadness mirrored in his and hers. "There's no other place. You said last night you only have sixty dollars in your checking account. Adam only has about two hundred, plus this is not our combined account." She held the checkbook close to her chest. "This is my money. Mine. Not mine and Jay's but mine. And I will spend it as I please."
Jericho closed his eyes, unbelieving of the love and determination shining in Lita's eyes. Maybe it was only him but there was something about that look. Something that screamed more then friendship towards the Younger Hardy. Chris looked to Christian and noticed the hateful glare on the other man's face. Ok. So it wasn't only him. Cuz it looks like Christian can see it too.
***So just like my other one.a farewell to the year ending, not finished yet, I assure you. I will however update them all upon my return. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA .hahahahahaha.ha.yeah***
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.
Jeff stood in the men's room, his hands on either side of the sink as he looked into the mirror. After Rock and Christian had come out of the building, all had gone to one of the local bars, celebrating the night's events. And no matter how hard he tried, Jeff couldn't keep the look of disgust or hatred from his face. Seeing Christian slamming Terri against that wall really set him off. And how he wanted to wring his hands around that damn Canadian's neck. He clenched the sides of the sink, his muscles tensing as he bowed his head.
"You ok, buddy."
Jeff looked up into the mirror to see a concerned Edge standing behind him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tense, you know."
Edge nodded, then walked over to one of the urinals. "I can't help but notice the way you've been glowering at my brother tonight. And more so then usual."
"Is it that obvious?"
The question brought a snicker from the tall blonde. "Oh yeah. Blatantly obvious."
"I thought I was hiding it pretty well." Jeff sighed.
After a flush and a zip, Edge turned, giving a slight chuckle. "Hiding? Jeff, when he came out of the arena, you spat at his feet and called him a jackass before taking off on your bike. I wouldn't exactly call that nonchalant."
"Good point."
"But seriously, what's wrong?" Edge asked, concern most apparent in his features.
Jeff pushed himself up off the sink, rolling back his shoulder. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. But it doesn't look like you'll let me be 'til I tell you so." The Hardy cracked his knuckles. "Chris and I walked in on your little brother bangin' Terri against the wall. And don't look at me like that, cuz I know what I saw."
"You sure?" Edge said, too shocked to say anything else.
Jeff nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Yeah, and I was about to kill him. But Chris stopped me."
Edge shook his head. "I don't believe it." As Jeff's anger flared, Edge raised his hands, submissively. "Not that I think you're lying. I believe you saw something. There's just gotta be another explanation."
"I saw what I saw." Jeff spat. "And Chris saw it too." Jeff walked past Edge and to the window at the other side of the restroom.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" Edge asked as Jeff opened the window. Edge's eyes widened. "Jeff, JEFF! What the."
"I gotta get outta here." The younger man said as he flung his leg out the open window.
"There is a door." Edge said, grabbing the Hardy's other leg in an attempt at stopping him from making the fifteen foot drop.
Jeff sat on the windowsill, one leg inside and one out as he locked eyes with Edge. "And if I use the door Lita or Chris will just try to stop me. And to be frank, it's one O'clock in the morning and I can't look at your brother anymore without choking him or breaking him in two. So I better go and find some other way to vent this aggression before I cripple him."
That said, Jeff swung his other leg out, exhaled and jumped to the ground; his knees bending as the Hardy rolled on impact. Edge ran to the window and called, "WHAT SHOULD I TELL THEM?"
Jeff looked up and smiled. "Tell them I jumped out a window." He let out a laugh and ran to his bike, starting her up. After she revved, he shifted into gear and sped off down the road. +++
**11:00 am the following day**
Lita paced the floor of her hotel room. "Where the hell is he?"
Chris could only shrug from his seat in the corner. "I don't know. But he can't be in that much trouble, right? I mean if he was he'd of called me."
"I suppose you're right." She sighed, sitting down on one of the queen sized beds in her room.
Edge crawled down to the foot of the bed, placing a hand on Lita's shoulder. "Don't worry. He does this all the time and you know it."
"I know!" the redhead yelled, slamming her fists into the bed for emphasis before standing. "I just hate it when he does." She exhaled and walked to the door, opening it to look down the hall.
Edge sighed, getting up to join her and was soon followed by Chris, all three now standing in the hall.
Christian only rolled his eyes and settled further back on his bed. What was the damn friggin deal? So Jeff took a gallivant. Big whoop. He shook his head then grabbed the remote off the other bed. Stupid kid. Always getting mixed up and charging around like he doesn't have a care in the world. Christian furrowed his brow. And why in the hell was his wife.HIS.so worried about him.
With a grunt, Christian turned on the television to watch the local news. His eyes widened at the first story. "Guys!" he called. "I think I found him."
The others charged back into the room, looking to Christian. But the blonde man only pointed at the screen; Lita, Edge, and Jericho all looking to where he pointed.
'And our top story this evening is breaking news. We're going live now to Jose Garcia on location. Jose?'
'Thank you, Diana. The chase began early this morning at a local bar. Sergeant Jameson issued a statement not five minutes ago that the perpetrators have been caught, arrested and are now in custody.'
The television flashed to a press panel, a decorated police officer standing at the pulpit. "Interstate Route 80 has been re-opened to motorists as of 10:30 this morning. I am pleased to report that even though the high speed chase endangered the lives of many commuters, there are no reports of any serious injuries."
"But what of the bikers?"
"The bikers are fine." A clip of the chases came onto the screen as the sergeant continued. "As you can see here, the first skidded out on a great deal of sand while his pursues were too close to compensate and skidded as well"
Lita gasped as she saw the familiar motorcycle in the lead hit the patch of sand, the others following closely behind.
The sergeant continued. "The accident looks worse then it is. The first biker released the handlebars and jumped from the bike right before impact. After he jumped, he went limp and though he was thrown fifty feet, was able to stand up and walk towards us. The others are in a bit more serious condition. Two are being hospitalized while one is also in our custody. We have no further information at this time."
Chris's cell phone rang. All jumped at the sound as the blonde man answered. "Hello.JEFF? ." Lita sprang to her feet, running to Chris's side asking questions, but Chris shushed her with his hand as he spoke to the Hardy. "What? . Yeah ... ok ." Chris smiled. "What do you mean, 'Don't tell Lita'. It's kinda hard not too. I mean you were all over the news.Yeah, really.HOW MUCH?" Chris jumped to his feet. "I don't have that kind of money.what do you mean, 'damages'?" Chris lowered his head into his hands. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do.yeah. Look, right now you are in no position to tell me anything so if she wants to come then she's going to come, ok? . Do you want me to bail you out? . I thought so. I'll be there soon.bye."
Chris clicked his phone shut and reluctantly looked up. Lita spoke first. "Oh my God, Jeff. Is he ok? No injuries? Where is he?" she straightened and asked the following question with an authoritative air. "How much?"
Chris paused a moment going through all her questions in his head. "Yes. No. Jail. Three grand."
"THREE GRAND!" Edge screamed. "What the hell did he do?"
Chris shrugged his shoulders. "He only had four minutes but he said he'd explain later. Now I just gotta find a way to get three grand. That's not the kind of cash I just carry around."
Lita sighed as she walked over to her bag, pulling out a brown book and shoving it into her back pocket. "So let's go."
Chris ran forward, grabbing the redhead's arm. "NO, sweetie. I can't let you pay for it. It's too much money. I'll find something else. I promise."
Lita paused, pulling the book from her back pocket then looked into his eyes, a strange sadness mirrored in his and hers. "There's no other place. You said last night you only have sixty dollars in your checking account. Adam only has about two hundred, plus this is not our combined account." She held the checkbook close to her chest. "This is my money. Mine. Not mine and Jay's but mine. And I will spend it as I please."
Jericho closed his eyes, unbelieving of the love and determination shining in Lita's eyes. Maybe it was only him but there was something about that look. Something that screamed more then friendship towards the Younger Hardy. Chris looked to Christian and noticed the hateful glare on the other man's face. Ok. So it wasn't only him. Cuz it looks like Christian can see it too.
***So just like my other one.a farewell to the year ending, not finished yet, I assure you. I will however update them all upon my return. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA .hahahahahaha.ha.yeah***