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 stepped outside the police station doors, outstretching his arms as he inhaled deeply. "Just smell that sweet Jersey air." He coughed. "Ain't it great?"
Lita and Chris looked at each other then back to Jeff, awed at his attitude. Chris shook his head, taking the younger man by the arm to lead him towards Lita's car. "Jeff, I think you really hit your head. I mean, are you daft or something."
Jeff smiled as he hopped into the back seat. "Not at all. What's with the long faces? Oh and Li, I swear baby, I'll pay you back with interest."
Lita sat down in the driver's seat. "I don't want your money. I want you to tell me what happened?"
"Can I at least wait until we're all together? That way I only have to say it once."
Chris nodded and the three rode back to the hotel, an uncomfortable silence hanging in the atmosphere. He knew what it was, well at least part of it. Whenever Lita was around Jeff there was something. He didn't know how to describe it other than, something. But now, something was different. It was 'extra something.'
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Jeff strolled into Lita's hotel room, taking a seat in the far corner. Chris and Lita entered behind him, both immediately sitting on the bed closest the Hardy.
"Jeff." Edge called. "You're back. God, you ok?"
Jeff smiled at his friend. "Oh yeah, I'm fine."
Edge sat next to Lita, the three now watching the Hardy anxiously. Christian just threw his hands in the air. "Look at you three. Sitting there all excited to here about his story." The blonde man walked towards the Hardy, pointing a finger at the younger man. "You are so STUPID. What in the hell is your problem? You know, Jeff, maybe you should consider growing up. And you'd better pay back every penny she spent on bailing you out."
Jeff stood, confronting the other man. "First of all, any financial exchanges between Lita and I are just that. Between the two of us. And considering none of your money was involved, I suggest you keep your own damn mouth shut. Secondly, I have only one problem and that is you. And those problems do not need to be stated because you know exactly what I mean."
Christian clenched his teeth before walking out the door, slamming it behind him. After he left, the Hardy let out a sigh, falling into the chair. When he looked up, a different look appeared. Much different then the others have ever seen on him. Jeff looked, tired.
"What happened, baby?" Lita cooed, not noticing the strange glances she received from Chris and Edge for using the endearment.
"First, I gotta know why you jumped out the window?" Chris asked.
And Jeff smiled. "Well, I know if I went out the door, one of you would have seen me and tried to stop me."
"Oh God forbid we stopped you from getting arrested." Lita said.
"Funny." Jeff responded. "But I wasn't planning on getting arrested."
"And here we thought you were." Chris said, sarcastically. "But the window?"
"Yeah the window." Jeff said. "Why is it so hard to."
"I just don't get it." Chris said, pausing a moment while he thought. "I mean. it's a window! For looking and breezing.not for exiting. The window?"
Jeff smiled. "Yeah, a window. You know.jump tuck and roll, Sweet Jesus you'll break your ankles divin' out, window. So anyway, when I left I knew exactly what I was planning on doing. Getting caught however, was never a variable. Just a minor inconvenience." And as Chris opened his mouth, Jeff held up a finger. "Which I intend to repay ten fold."
"Skip this stuff. What happened?" Edge asked.
Jeff leaned back into the chair. "Well, I needed to vent.for reasons that shall remain secret until they can be safely disclosed. Let's just say I saw a lot of shit, didn't like it and needed to get some pent up aggression off my chest."
Lita's wide eyes looked to Jericho, noticing his down turned head. Did he know these 'secrets'? Oh yeah. He definitely did. And she'd get it out of one of them eventually.
Jeff continued. "So I just drove around for a bit. And eventually found myself at this bar. I walked in and some big buff biker dude was standing right in front of me. We'll just say that words were exchanged starting with 'What the hell kind of pussy bike is that?' and ended with 'I'll show you why the Hurricanes are better then the Rangers.' It wasn't until I knocked him onto the ground that I noticed the 'Hell's Angels' jacket he was wearing."
"You floored a Hell's Angel?" Edge asked, incredulous of his friends comment.
"Damn Straight, I did." Jeff leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "And for future notice, picking a fight with one of the Hell's Angels is not a wise thing. Those guys are like the musketeers. All for one, one for all kinda stuff. Well the whole place erupted and within minutes I was slammed through the pool table then thrown into the fuse ball machine. I took that as a sign to get the hell out. So, I played unconscious while they turned back into the fight. When I was convinced no one could see me, I jumped to my feet and ran to the door. Mind you, made much more difficult with a bruised back. I hopped on my bike and started her up when four of them ran out too. They pointed at me and hollered, 'Get back here you.' I'll delete the obscenities that they called me since there's a lady in the room."
"But when push came to shove, I'm running for my life. The Hell's Angels are chasing me, and the state troopers are chasing them. So I managed to get on a super highway then came to the conclusion that I should just sort of.go. And that's what I did. In a way, I'm glad about that patch of sand cuz another half hour and I'da been outta gas then have sooooooo gotten my ass kicked."
Jeff shrugged, settling back into the chair. "So I figured, I'd take my chances with the cops. I wiped out like I always practiced.the whole stunt man gone horrible wrong kind of thing." Jeff smiled. "Apparently, Harley's are much harder to control in a skid. Thank God, the cops were right there cuz they kept the one that could walk away from me. Although I was about ready to charge him headlong into the gut with my helmet. But Hey! Whatever floats their boat. Anyway, since it's my first major offense - that I was caught for, mind you - I got a three month probationary period and just that big ass fine to get outta jail. Some of it is going for the fuse ball machine."
Jeff cracked his neck. "The one cop told me I was damn lucky to get away when I did, cuz they found like six inch knives on these guys. I'm just thinking 'Holy Shit' and the cops were like 'Holy Shit' when they found them things on them. We had a communal 'Holy Shit' feel and thank the lord kinda thing. So I guess it's just my lucky day."
The others could only stare, completely dumbfounded. Jeff couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips at the look. After a few minutes, Chris raised a finger, inquisitively. "But the window?"
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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.
Jeff stepped outside the police station doors, outstretching his arms as he inhaled deeply. "Just smell that sweet Jersey air." He coughed. "Ain't it great?"
Lita and Chris looked at each other then back to Jeff, awed at his attitude. Chris shook his head, taking the younger man by the arm to lead him towards Lita's car. "Jeff, I think you really hit your head. I mean, are you daft or something."
Jeff smiled as he hopped into the back seat. "Not at all. What's with the long faces? Oh and Li, I swear baby, I'll pay you back with interest."
Lita sat down in the driver's seat. "I don't want your money. I want you to tell me what happened?"
"Can I at least wait until we're all together? That way I only have to say it once."
Chris nodded and the three rode back to the hotel, an uncomfortable silence hanging in the atmosphere. He knew what it was, well at least part of it. Whenever Lita was around Jeff there was something. He didn't know how to describe it other than, something. But now, something was different. It was 'extra something.'
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Jeff strolled into Lita's hotel room, taking a seat in the far corner. Chris and Lita entered behind him, both immediately sitting on the bed closest the Hardy.
"Jeff." Edge called. "You're back. God, you ok?"
Jeff smiled at his friend. "Oh yeah, I'm fine."
Edge sat next to Lita, the three now watching the Hardy anxiously. Christian just threw his hands in the air. "Look at you three. Sitting there all excited to here about his story." The blonde man walked towards the Hardy, pointing a finger at the younger man. "You are so STUPID. What in the hell is your problem? You know, Jeff, maybe you should consider growing up. And you'd better pay back every penny she spent on bailing you out."
Jeff stood, confronting the other man. "First of all, any financial exchanges between Lita and I are just that. Between the two of us. And considering none of your money was involved, I suggest you keep your own damn mouth shut. Secondly, I have only one problem and that is you. And those problems do not need to be stated because you know exactly what I mean."
Christian clenched his teeth before walking out the door, slamming it behind him. After he left, the Hardy let out a sigh, falling into the chair. When he looked up, a different look appeared. Much different then the others have ever seen on him. Jeff looked, tired.
"What happened, baby?" Lita cooed, not noticing the strange glances she received from Chris and Edge for using the endearment.
"First, I gotta know why you jumped out the window?" Chris asked.
And Jeff smiled. "Well, I know if I went out the door, one of you would have seen me and tried to stop me."
"Oh God forbid we stopped you from getting arrested." Lita said.
"Funny." Jeff responded. "But I wasn't planning on getting arrested."
"And here we thought you were." Chris said, sarcastically. "But the window?"
"Yeah the window." Jeff said. "Why is it so hard to."
"I just don't get it." Chris said, pausing a moment while he thought. "I mean. it's a window! For looking and breezing.not for exiting. The window?"
Jeff smiled. "Yeah, a window. You know.jump tuck and roll, Sweet Jesus you'll break your ankles divin' out, window. So anyway, when I left I knew exactly what I was planning on doing. Getting caught however, was never a variable. Just a minor inconvenience." And as Chris opened his mouth, Jeff held up a finger. "Which I intend to repay ten fold."
"Skip this stuff. What happened?" Edge asked.
Jeff leaned back into the chair. "Well, I needed to vent.for reasons that shall remain secret until they can be safely disclosed. Let's just say I saw a lot of shit, didn't like it and needed to get some pent up aggression off my chest."
Lita's wide eyes looked to Jericho, noticing his down turned head. Did he know these 'secrets'? Oh yeah. He definitely did. And she'd get it out of one of them eventually.
Jeff continued. "So I just drove around for a bit. And eventually found myself at this bar. I walked in and some big buff biker dude was standing right in front of me. We'll just say that words were exchanged starting with 'What the hell kind of pussy bike is that?' and ended with 'I'll show you why the Hurricanes are better then the Rangers.' It wasn't until I knocked him onto the ground that I noticed the 'Hell's Angels' jacket he was wearing."
"You floored a Hell's Angel?" Edge asked, incredulous of his friends comment.
"Damn Straight, I did." Jeff leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "And for future notice, picking a fight with one of the Hell's Angels is not a wise thing. Those guys are like the musketeers. All for one, one for all kinda stuff. Well the whole place erupted and within minutes I was slammed through the pool table then thrown into the fuse ball machine. I took that as a sign to get the hell out. So, I played unconscious while they turned back into the fight. When I was convinced no one could see me, I jumped to my feet and ran to the door. Mind you, made much more difficult with a bruised back. I hopped on my bike and started her up when four of them ran out too. They pointed at me and hollered, 'Get back here you.' I'll delete the obscenities that they called me since there's a lady in the room."
"But when push came to shove, I'm running for my life. The Hell's Angels are chasing me, and the state troopers are chasing them. So I managed to get on a super highway then came to the conclusion that I should just sort of.go. And that's what I did. In a way, I'm glad about that patch of sand cuz another half hour and I'da been outta gas then have sooooooo gotten my ass kicked."
Jeff shrugged, settling back into the chair. "So I figured, I'd take my chances with the cops. I wiped out like I always practiced.the whole stunt man gone horrible wrong kind of thing." Jeff smiled. "Apparently, Harley's are much harder to control in a skid. Thank God, the cops were right there cuz they kept the one that could walk away from me. Although I was about ready to charge him headlong into the gut with my helmet. But Hey! Whatever floats their boat. Anyway, since it's my first major offense - that I was caught for, mind you - I got a three month probationary period and just that big ass fine to get outta jail. Some of it is going for the fuse ball machine."
Jeff cracked his neck. "The one cop told me I was damn lucky to get away when I did, cuz they found like six inch knives on these guys. I'm just thinking 'Holy Shit' and the cops were like 'Holy Shit' when they found them things on them. We had a communal 'Holy Shit' feel and thank the lord kinda thing. So I guess it's just my lucky day."
The others could only stare, completely dumbfounded. Jeff couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips at the look. After a few minutes, Chris raised a finger, inquisitively. "But the window?"
***back in the swing of things.generally. Reviews are more then welcome***