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.
"Chris!"
The blonde man shrugged, looking at Lita. "What? I just don't understand why he didn't try to sneak out. I mean Adam could've covered his retreat and we'd have never known."
Lita bowed her head into her hand. "Did you not hear what happened beyond that?"
"Oh I heard it." Chris answered. "And knowing Jeff, it doesn't surprise me in the least. It was only a matter of time until he got arrested. Chased by Hell's Angels, on the other hand, somewhat unexpected. But still well within the 'not surprised' range."
"Yeah, that was a little unexpected for me too." Jeff leaned forward, wincing.
Lita shot up, immediately kneeling at her friend's side. "What is it? Are you ok?"
Jeff waved away her concern, standing anyway. The pain obvious on his face. "Yeah. Yeah. It's probably from the pool table. I don't think they removed the billiard balls first so."
"So we can probably play pool on your back." Edge said, smiling.
Jeff nodded, grabbing the bottom of his shirt. "Yeah. You wanna see."
"Damn Straight, I wanna see." Chris said, standing now as the Hardy removed his shirt. The younger man turned, exposing his back to his three friends. "Oh man." Chris couldn't help but laugh. "8 Ball shoulder socket."
Jeff laughed at Chris's play on words and turned back to look at his friends. Edge and Chris had those stupid grins on their faces. But Lita, however, looked about to cry. A serious expression fell onto Edge's face as he approached the redhead. "Aw, Sweetie. There's no need to be upset."
"No need to be upset?" Lita reiterated, incredulously. "He could be dead between the bikers, the accident.I have every reason to be upset. How can you laugh at his bruises? They could've crippled him. And you say I..." She wiped away a tear, turned and ran into the bathroom.
Jeff bit his lip. "Ah man." He fell back into the chair, closing his eyes.
Edge just shook his head and flopped back onto the bed. "Do you think we should go after her?"
"Nah." Chris answered, joining Edge. "She'll just have to get it outta her system."
"Yeah I suppose so." Edge said.
A stilled silence fell in the room. No one spoke. And they heard nothing from the bathroom. After a few minutes Edge looked to Jeff. "They threw you from the Pool table into the fuse ball machine?"
Jeff smiled. "Yeah. You wanna see the goalie on my hip."
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Christian stormed down the hall. How dare he? How dare Jeff Hardy accuse him? That boy wasn't completely in the clear. What ever happened to 'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife'? It certainly didn't appear as if Jeff's heart was free of sin.
Of course he wasn't all clean either. That whole adultery clause probably applied to him now. Christian shook his head. But that didn't count. It only matters if when one says his vows, he meant them. And Christian sure as hell didn't mean his. 'Love her and Honor her. Promise to be good to her in good times in bad in sickness and in health.' Fine he said those. But he never said 'loyal.' No, Christian never promised to be loyal during those vows.
Granted, that premise was usually a given. But he still never said the words.
And what in the hell was his wife doing bailing that jackass outta jail anyway? She took three grand from her own pocket. And knowing Jeff, none of it will probably be returned. The irresponsible louse.
Yeah, he knew Jeff. He knew the man loved Lita. And more then just a friend. It's also part of the reason why he married her. Christian snickered. Oh yeah, what a jab. He couldn't stand Jeff from the start. There was just something about him. Maybe his lack of responsibility. that free spirit. That boy lived in his own world, uncaring of anything that happened here.on EARTH. Taking flying leaps off of cages and ladders and set pieces. Idiot. He'll be dead or paralyzed by thirty at this rate. No, Jeff certainly wasn't smart. Plus for being an idiot, the company rewarded him. Jeff got all the title shots.Jeff got all the promos.Jeff got all the fame.
But he didn't get Lita. No, that was one thing Christian was able to take from him. Jeff had everything his professional career could want.but Christian beat him to the trophy. He couldn't take the titles or the fame.but he could take what that idiot loved most. And that's just what he did.
And Christian wasn't really concerned once that gold band adorned the redhead's finger. It was over. Jeff had no chance in hell of getting her now. He swore that Lita never returned the Hardy's feelings. Jeff was alone in love and that was all there was to it.
However, after tonight.Christian wasn't so sure. That look in his wife's eye. He knew that look. It was the same look that Jeff usually gives her.
Christian punched the wall as he continued down the hotel stairs and to the second floor. Lita was his and only his. He wouldn't lose her now. She's all that Jeff really wants, and as long as Christian had her.he could glorify in watching the Hardy suffer.
Speaking of which.he hasn't rubbed it in Jeff's face lately. Mental Note: Rub sexual relations with Lita in Jeff's face.
Christian stopped outside one of the hotel rooms, knocking on the door.
After some scuffling, the door opened and Stacy Keibler stood before him. "Jay." She said, surprised. "What are you doing here? Where's."
Christian pushed himself into the room. "Shut up." He demanded before kissing the woman hard. And Stacy let out a moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kicking the door shut.
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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.
"Chris!"
The blonde man shrugged, looking at Lita. "What? I just don't understand why he didn't try to sneak out. I mean Adam could've covered his retreat and we'd have never known."
Lita bowed her head into her hand. "Did you not hear what happened beyond that?"
"Oh I heard it." Chris answered. "And knowing Jeff, it doesn't surprise me in the least. It was only a matter of time until he got arrested. Chased by Hell's Angels, on the other hand, somewhat unexpected. But still well within the 'not surprised' range."
"Yeah, that was a little unexpected for me too." Jeff leaned forward, wincing.
Lita shot up, immediately kneeling at her friend's side. "What is it? Are you ok?"
Jeff waved away her concern, standing anyway. The pain obvious on his face. "Yeah. Yeah. It's probably from the pool table. I don't think they removed the billiard balls first so."
"So we can probably play pool on your back." Edge said, smiling.
Jeff nodded, grabbing the bottom of his shirt. "Yeah. You wanna see."
"Damn Straight, I wanna see." Chris said, standing now as the Hardy removed his shirt. The younger man turned, exposing his back to his three friends. "Oh man." Chris couldn't help but laugh. "8 Ball shoulder socket."
Jeff laughed at Chris's play on words and turned back to look at his friends. Edge and Chris had those stupid grins on their faces. But Lita, however, looked about to cry. A serious expression fell onto Edge's face as he approached the redhead. "Aw, Sweetie. There's no need to be upset."
"No need to be upset?" Lita reiterated, incredulously. "He could be dead between the bikers, the accident.I have every reason to be upset. How can you laugh at his bruises? They could've crippled him. And you say I..." She wiped away a tear, turned and ran into the bathroom.
Jeff bit his lip. "Ah man." He fell back into the chair, closing his eyes.
Edge just shook his head and flopped back onto the bed. "Do you think we should go after her?"
"Nah." Chris answered, joining Edge. "She'll just have to get it outta her system."
"Yeah I suppose so." Edge said.
A stilled silence fell in the room. No one spoke. And they heard nothing from the bathroom. After a few minutes Edge looked to Jeff. "They threw you from the Pool table into the fuse ball machine?"
Jeff smiled. "Yeah. You wanna see the goalie on my hip."
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Christian stormed down the hall. How dare he? How dare Jeff Hardy accuse him? That boy wasn't completely in the clear. What ever happened to 'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife'? It certainly didn't appear as if Jeff's heart was free of sin.
Of course he wasn't all clean either. That whole adultery clause probably applied to him now. Christian shook his head. But that didn't count. It only matters if when one says his vows, he meant them. And Christian sure as hell didn't mean his. 'Love her and Honor her. Promise to be good to her in good times in bad in sickness and in health.' Fine he said those. But he never said 'loyal.' No, Christian never promised to be loyal during those vows.
Granted, that premise was usually a given. But he still never said the words.
And what in the hell was his wife doing bailing that jackass outta jail anyway? She took three grand from her own pocket. And knowing Jeff, none of it will probably be returned. The irresponsible louse.
Yeah, he knew Jeff. He knew the man loved Lita. And more then just a friend. It's also part of the reason why he married her. Christian snickered. Oh yeah, what a jab. He couldn't stand Jeff from the start. There was just something about him. Maybe his lack of responsibility. that free spirit. That boy lived in his own world, uncaring of anything that happened here.on EARTH. Taking flying leaps off of cages and ladders and set pieces. Idiot. He'll be dead or paralyzed by thirty at this rate. No, Jeff certainly wasn't smart. Plus for being an idiot, the company rewarded him. Jeff got all the title shots.Jeff got all the promos.Jeff got all the fame.
But he didn't get Lita. No, that was one thing Christian was able to take from him. Jeff had everything his professional career could want.but Christian beat him to the trophy. He couldn't take the titles or the fame.but he could take what that idiot loved most. And that's just what he did.
And Christian wasn't really concerned once that gold band adorned the redhead's finger. It was over. Jeff had no chance in hell of getting her now. He swore that Lita never returned the Hardy's feelings. Jeff was alone in love and that was all there was to it.
However, after tonight.Christian wasn't so sure. That look in his wife's eye. He knew that look. It was the same look that Jeff usually gives her.
Christian punched the wall as he continued down the hotel stairs and to the second floor. Lita was his and only his. He wouldn't lose her now. She's all that Jeff really wants, and as long as Christian had her.he could glorify in watching the Hardy suffer.
Speaking of which.he hasn't rubbed it in Jeff's face lately. Mental Note: Rub sexual relations with Lita in Jeff's face.
Christian stopped outside one of the hotel rooms, knocking on the door.
After some scuffling, the door opened and Stacy Keibler stood before him. "Jay." She said, surprised. "What are you doing here? Where's."
Christian pushed himself into the room. "Shut up." He demanded before kissing the woman hard. And Stacy let out a moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kicking the door shut.
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