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.
RAW THE FOLLOWING WEEK
Chris strolled down the hall at the arena. Despite recent events, things weren't really that bad. Well, if one forgets about Jeff's battered carcass, Christian's cheating ass, Lita's broken heart, and his own migraine. But beyond that everything was ok. Oh yeah, everything was just fine.
Chris shook his head as he turned the corner towards the locker room he shared with Jeff. Surprisingly, the minute they were paired as a tag team his popularity shot through the roof. Matt and Jeff went their separate ways as a team, both staying face.and now he was finally a face again too. Although things were still awkward considering they kept Lita with Jeff and therefore him ... and not Matt. And it certainly made the evenings very interesting.
He sighed as he pushed the door open just as the multi-colored Hardy started applying his florescent makeup. "Hey," He said uneventfully.
Jeff turned his head to look at Jericho. "Hey, man. What's up?"
Jericho shrugged, sitting on one of the benches. "Not too much. I still say you shouldn't do your match tonight."
Jeff grinned, staring back into the full length mirror, twirling the tube of body paint between his fingers. "Nah, I'll be fine. I just don't know which look to go for tonight."
"Well, you went for the raccoon look last time." Jericho said.
"Yeah, so I was thinking like a badger thing tonight." Jeff said, lightly.
Jericho raised his hand into the air. "There you go. Perfect. And next week you can try for a nifty Mallard Duck."
Jeff turned and smiled. "Only if you be the Canadian Goose."
Jericho let out a hearty chuckle. "If Vince allows it, then that's cool with me."
Jeff nodded and turned back to the mirror, starting to apply his body paint. "You know, I think its funny they have us fighting Christian and Test for the Tag Titles tonight."
"I know." Chris answered. "Although when they attack Lita, it just pisses me off. I mean, we've been undefeated as a tag team since they paired us and why do we lose.because they ram her into the steel stairs and of course, you go to her while they roll me up. What the hell is that! It's so lame."
Jeff tensed. "That really pisses me off too. But I suppose it's fitting that I should hate him in life and in the show. That way I don't have to worry about slipping out of character and all."
"I do have one suggestion." Chris said, standing up and walking to the Hardy. "I think you should try to be a little more discreet about your hatred towards Jay."
Jeff looked up as Chris leaned against the wall next to the mirror. "Why? I'm not one to be fake."
"I don't mean be fake. I just mean to tone it down a bit."
Jeff rolled his eyes, flipping his hair back out of his face. "Do you have any idea the will power that involves?"
Chris grinned. "Yes, I do. I'm doing pretty good.so you should be just fine." He looked down to his watch. "And it's just about show time. So let's go find Lita then you can get all your aggression out in the ring. The more realistic, the better right?"
"Are the Assclowns ready?" a voice called from the door.
Jeff's eyes shot towards the voice, immediately drinking in the sight of the redhead smiling in the doorway. God, she looked great. They had her going on this exotic angle now and damn with those leather pants and tight red shirt. Plus she wore her hair down and the eye liner enhancing her hazel eyes.
Lita blushed a bright red and Jeff looked to Chris, realizing the two of them stood there like idiots.their jaws nearly on the floor and their tongues uncoiling almost to the door. Jeff cleared his throat. "Uh.yeah. I, uhm, I just need to finish with my makeup. Give me a sec."
She nodded and left the room. Chris turned to Jeff. "Damn man, she even had me with that one."
Jeff exhaled as he finished up his make up. "Tell me about it."
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"Oh, Jeff, my man.that was great." Jericho said as he followed Jeff into their locker room. "I mean, I know Vince said improvise the match, but that was just."
Jeff smiled as he grabbed a towel off the bench. "I couldn't help it. Vince said ruthless aggression and that's just what I was."
"But I don't think he meant that far."
Jeff only shrugged. "Hardcore rules is Hardcore rules. He improvised the Unprettier on a ladder on me.and I improvised a Sledge Hammer to the groin on him."
The two burst out laughing as their door swung open. Their expressions immediately darkened at the visitor before them. "What the hell was that?"
Jeff stepped in front of Jericho, pushing the blonde man behind him. "I figured it would serve to help you keep your dick in your pants for a while."
Christian inched into the room. "You are damn lucky, boy, that nothing is damaged from that stunt you pulled." He smiled. "But I think I know the real reason why you did it."
Jeff shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh I think you do." Christian answered. "You're jealous."
Jeff smirked. "Oh I don't think I have anything to be jealous about in that department."
Christian slinked his way over to a bench and sat down. "No, you're jealous because of what I do with it." The blonde's eyes met the Hardy's noticing the fire beginning to kindle. "Did you ever wonder how tight she is?"
Jeff clenched his teeth and fists, restraining the immediate anger that fueled. But Christian only continued. "You know, when she throws her head back in a fit of passion and I can feel that red hair on my legs. Oh she's good. She's damn good. Too bad you won't be feeling it anytime soon."
Chris's eyes shot from Christian to Jeff. No, this certainly wasn't good. Jeff was going to pop. He knew it.the kid was going to pop. And Chris didn't really know if he wanted to stop him this time.
Christian stood up, stretching out his back as he did so. "I've had some loose ones and some tight ones, but nothing really compares to her. Well, she's no knock-out that's for sure but she certainly can give Stacy a run for her money when it comes to legs. And she's not really much to talk to but when her mouth is doing what it should be.she's something else. Yeah, she certainly is a good fu."
Jeff let out a scream as he lunged towards Christian. The blonde barely had time to register when the younger man speared him into the lockers, knocking the wind right out of his lungs. When they slid to the ground, Christian pulled back and punched hard, nailing the Hardy across the jaw with a force that knocked Jeff off of him.
Christian stood and dove at the Hardy, both crashing to the ground as the two unloaded punch after punch into the other. After a hard jab, Christian stood with a smirk and began to walk away. But Jeff wiped the blood from his split lip and leapt up, tackling the other man from behind. Christian's head hit the cement floor hard and the blonde had to struggle to remain conscious. But nothing stopped Jeff. The younger man jammed his knee into Christian's ribs.
As the Canadian groaned, Jeff stood pulling the other man with him. He grabbed Christian's hair and with a yell that resembled an Indian War Cry flung the other man into the full-length mirror. Christian's head hit the glass, shattering the mirror on impact.
Chris only stood dumbfounded. He'd never seen that aggression from the younger Hardy before. Only when he heard running outside the door did he make the effort to run towards Jeff, grabbing the Hardy at the waist and lifting him into the air away from Christian.
The door swung open as Chris struggled at holding Jeff back. Edge, Rock, and JR stood in the door, shocked expressions on all their faces. Jeff flailed, trying to get back at Christian, the half conscious man groaning as he tried to push himself up. "Fuckin' let go of me! I'm not finished with him."
Jeff ripped away, charging towards the staggering Christian again, this time the blonde moving out of the way as he guided Jeff into the space where the mirror once hung. Jeff hit the wall with a crack, falling onto his back, his head now bleeding from the impact. In seconds, before a punch could be thrown, Christian was lifted away by as of yet an unknown force. His eyes slowly focused on The Rock and Jericho holding a still fighting Hardy to the ground.
"You son of a BITCH!" Jeff spat. "You cocky fuckin' son of a bitch."
"Just bring it, boy." Christian mumbled. His head spun and he felt the blood running down his face and neck. He didn't know how he was still conscious but it didn't matter. He'd worry about that later.
"I'm not a BOY!" with the last word Jeff yanked himself from the stronger grasp, diving to Christian again. Christian responded by pulling away too, but Edge was stronger and pulled back on him hard. Christian found himself dragged half way across the room by his brother and he watched as Jeff struggled harder to reach him.
Christian laughed as he felt the darkness surround him. Oh yeah, he'd be gone in just a few seconds. But not before he really steamed the younger Hardy. "That's why she's with me. You're a boy. I'm a man."
Jeff's eyes continued to flare even as Christian passed out in Edge's grasp. "I'll kill him that rat bastard, I'll kill him!" And Jeff pulled away again, this time collapsing to the floor. He stared at the ground trying to catch his breath as a pool of blood quickly began to form where his head hung. "Ah Shit!"
And Jeff closed his eyes, trying to still the spinning in his head. When he opened them again, he looked up. The last thing he saw were Chris and the Rock approaching, a stupid grin on both men's faces. And Jeff was pretty sure they were smiles of pride. He smirked as he let himself collapse to the ground, the darkness enveloping him.
*** What chapter is this again? I can never remember. God, anyway. So yeah, this is it. What'cha think?***
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.
RAW THE FOLLOWING WEEK
Chris strolled down the hall at the arena. Despite recent events, things weren't really that bad. Well, if one forgets about Jeff's battered carcass, Christian's cheating ass, Lita's broken heart, and his own migraine. But beyond that everything was ok. Oh yeah, everything was just fine.
Chris shook his head as he turned the corner towards the locker room he shared with Jeff. Surprisingly, the minute they were paired as a tag team his popularity shot through the roof. Matt and Jeff went their separate ways as a team, both staying face.and now he was finally a face again too. Although things were still awkward considering they kept Lita with Jeff and therefore him ... and not Matt. And it certainly made the evenings very interesting.
He sighed as he pushed the door open just as the multi-colored Hardy started applying his florescent makeup. "Hey," He said uneventfully.
Jeff turned his head to look at Jericho. "Hey, man. What's up?"
Jericho shrugged, sitting on one of the benches. "Not too much. I still say you shouldn't do your match tonight."
Jeff grinned, staring back into the full length mirror, twirling the tube of body paint between his fingers. "Nah, I'll be fine. I just don't know which look to go for tonight."
"Well, you went for the raccoon look last time." Jericho said.
"Yeah, so I was thinking like a badger thing tonight." Jeff said, lightly.
Jericho raised his hand into the air. "There you go. Perfect. And next week you can try for a nifty Mallard Duck."
Jeff turned and smiled. "Only if you be the Canadian Goose."
Jericho let out a hearty chuckle. "If Vince allows it, then that's cool with me."
Jeff nodded and turned back to the mirror, starting to apply his body paint. "You know, I think its funny they have us fighting Christian and Test for the Tag Titles tonight."
"I know." Chris answered. "Although when they attack Lita, it just pisses me off. I mean, we've been undefeated as a tag team since they paired us and why do we lose.because they ram her into the steel stairs and of course, you go to her while they roll me up. What the hell is that! It's so lame."
Jeff tensed. "That really pisses me off too. But I suppose it's fitting that I should hate him in life and in the show. That way I don't have to worry about slipping out of character and all."
"I do have one suggestion." Chris said, standing up and walking to the Hardy. "I think you should try to be a little more discreet about your hatred towards Jay."
Jeff looked up as Chris leaned against the wall next to the mirror. "Why? I'm not one to be fake."
"I don't mean be fake. I just mean to tone it down a bit."
Jeff rolled his eyes, flipping his hair back out of his face. "Do you have any idea the will power that involves?"
Chris grinned. "Yes, I do. I'm doing pretty good.so you should be just fine." He looked down to his watch. "And it's just about show time. So let's go find Lita then you can get all your aggression out in the ring. The more realistic, the better right?"
"Are the Assclowns ready?" a voice called from the door.
Jeff's eyes shot towards the voice, immediately drinking in the sight of the redhead smiling in the doorway. God, she looked great. They had her going on this exotic angle now and damn with those leather pants and tight red shirt. Plus she wore her hair down and the eye liner enhancing her hazel eyes.
Lita blushed a bright red and Jeff looked to Chris, realizing the two of them stood there like idiots.their jaws nearly on the floor and their tongues uncoiling almost to the door. Jeff cleared his throat. "Uh.yeah. I, uhm, I just need to finish with my makeup. Give me a sec."
She nodded and left the room. Chris turned to Jeff. "Damn man, she even had me with that one."
Jeff exhaled as he finished up his make up. "Tell me about it."
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"Oh, Jeff, my man.that was great." Jericho said as he followed Jeff into their locker room. "I mean, I know Vince said improvise the match, but that was just."
Jeff smiled as he grabbed a towel off the bench. "I couldn't help it. Vince said ruthless aggression and that's just what I was."
"But I don't think he meant that far."
Jeff only shrugged. "Hardcore rules is Hardcore rules. He improvised the Unprettier on a ladder on me.and I improvised a Sledge Hammer to the groin on him."
The two burst out laughing as their door swung open. Their expressions immediately darkened at the visitor before them. "What the hell was that?"
Jeff stepped in front of Jericho, pushing the blonde man behind him. "I figured it would serve to help you keep your dick in your pants for a while."
Christian inched into the room. "You are damn lucky, boy, that nothing is damaged from that stunt you pulled." He smiled. "But I think I know the real reason why you did it."
Jeff shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh I think you do." Christian answered. "You're jealous."
Jeff smirked. "Oh I don't think I have anything to be jealous about in that department."
Christian slinked his way over to a bench and sat down. "No, you're jealous because of what I do with it." The blonde's eyes met the Hardy's noticing the fire beginning to kindle. "Did you ever wonder how tight she is?"
Jeff clenched his teeth and fists, restraining the immediate anger that fueled. But Christian only continued. "You know, when she throws her head back in a fit of passion and I can feel that red hair on my legs. Oh she's good. She's damn good. Too bad you won't be feeling it anytime soon."
Chris's eyes shot from Christian to Jeff. No, this certainly wasn't good. Jeff was going to pop. He knew it.the kid was going to pop. And Chris didn't really know if he wanted to stop him this time.
Christian stood up, stretching out his back as he did so. "I've had some loose ones and some tight ones, but nothing really compares to her. Well, she's no knock-out that's for sure but she certainly can give Stacy a run for her money when it comes to legs. And she's not really much to talk to but when her mouth is doing what it should be.she's something else. Yeah, she certainly is a good fu."
Jeff let out a scream as he lunged towards Christian. The blonde barely had time to register when the younger man speared him into the lockers, knocking the wind right out of his lungs. When they slid to the ground, Christian pulled back and punched hard, nailing the Hardy across the jaw with a force that knocked Jeff off of him.
Christian stood and dove at the Hardy, both crashing to the ground as the two unloaded punch after punch into the other. After a hard jab, Christian stood with a smirk and began to walk away. But Jeff wiped the blood from his split lip and leapt up, tackling the other man from behind. Christian's head hit the cement floor hard and the blonde had to struggle to remain conscious. But nothing stopped Jeff. The younger man jammed his knee into Christian's ribs.
As the Canadian groaned, Jeff stood pulling the other man with him. He grabbed Christian's hair and with a yell that resembled an Indian War Cry flung the other man into the full-length mirror. Christian's head hit the glass, shattering the mirror on impact.
Chris only stood dumbfounded. He'd never seen that aggression from the younger Hardy before. Only when he heard running outside the door did he make the effort to run towards Jeff, grabbing the Hardy at the waist and lifting him into the air away from Christian.
The door swung open as Chris struggled at holding Jeff back. Edge, Rock, and JR stood in the door, shocked expressions on all their faces. Jeff flailed, trying to get back at Christian, the half conscious man groaning as he tried to push himself up. "Fuckin' let go of me! I'm not finished with him."
Jeff ripped away, charging towards the staggering Christian again, this time the blonde moving out of the way as he guided Jeff into the space where the mirror once hung. Jeff hit the wall with a crack, falling onto his back, his head now bleeding from the impact. In seconds, before a punch could be thrown, Christian was lifted away by as of yet an unknown force. His eyes slowly focused on The Rock and Jericho holding a still fighting Hardy to the ground.
"You son of a BITCH!" Jeff spat. "You cocky fuckin' son of a bitch."
"Just bring it, boy." Christian mumbled. His head spun and he felt the blood running down his face and neck. He didn't know how he was still conscious but it didn't matter. He'd worry about that later.
"I'm not a BOY!" with the last word Jeff yanked himself from the stronger grasp, diving to Christian again. Christian responded by pulling away too, but Edge was stronger and pulled back on him hard. Christian found himself dragged half way across the room by his brother and he watched as Jeff struggled harder to reach him.
Christian laughed as he felt the darkness surround him. Oh yeah, he'd be gone in just a few seconds. But not before he really steamed the younger Hardy. "That's why she's with me. You're a boy. I'm a man."
Jeff's eyes continued to flare even as Christian passed out in Edge's grasp. "I'll kill him that rat bastard, I'll kill him!" And Jeff pulled away again, this time collapsing to the floor. He stared at the ground trying to catch his breath as a pool of blood quickly began to form where his head hung. "Ah Shit!"
And Jeff closed his eyes, trying to still the spinning in his head. When he opened them again, he looked up. The last thing he saw were Chris and the Rock approaching, a stupid grin on both men's faces. And Jeff was pretty sure they were smiles of pride. He smirked as he let himself collapse to the ground, the darkness enveloping him.
*** What chapter is this again? I can never remember. God, anyway. So yeah, this is it. What'cha think?***