Title: Transcending
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 . maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
The sound of someone clearing their throat had the couple break apart, but only so slightly. Test slowly opened his eyes, looking from his girlfriend to the man that stood next to him. "Can I help you?"
Jericho shrugged his shoulders, a little embarrassed. "I need to talk to you. Man to man, kind of stuff."
Test let out a moan as he shifted his weight in the lawn chair that he was currently lying in. He looked up at Stacy, the leggy blonde straddling his hips. "Give me like ten minutes."
Stacy smiled at him, planting a soft kiss on his mouth. "I'm timing." And she got up off of him and walked away.
Test ran a hand through his hair before sitting up to look at the Canadian. "And what can I help you with?"
"First of all, I think it's hysterical you guys have a perfectly nice room and you choose the pool deck as your make-out point."
Test rolled his eyes. "Can it, Jerky. Anything else you need to tell me."
Chris sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean everything's getting so complicated. And I need some advice."
"Ok." Test said, watching his friend carefully. He and Chris hadn't been friends long, but they were tighter now then ever. And that look in Jericho's eye had Test worried. "What's wrong? You're ok right?"
"Well, yeah I'm ok. My problem is . well there are two so first I'm really getting worried about this roster thing. I mean at first everyone was ok but now all the people on SmackDown think they're better then us. Remember Adam said that things won't change and he'd come out with us after every pay-per view. Well it might be just me, but I haven't talked to him since Summerslam. And even then he barely said hello to me."
"I know what you mean." Test answered. "He's been the same with me. And what that jack ass Hardy did to Amy. I just wanted to go and smash his face in." He punched his hand for emphasis. "He must have been crazy to do what he did."
Jericho nodded, a bit angrier now with the reminder of what the elder Hardy did to his dear friend. "The Bastard certainly deserves an ass whooping and I for one am planning on giving it to him. I understand pursuing your dream. But accusing your girl of dragging you down and standing in the way of your career, your image and then have the balls to do it right after her injury. Just because he wanted to be available for all the screaming teeny- bopper fans he breaks it off with."
Test stood, placing a hand on the arm of his friend. "I know. But she's with the right Hardy now. She's with the one she shoulda been with the whole time. Jeff loves her and he is not ever letting her go."
"Yeah, that's my other problem."
Test blinked, confused. "Your problem is with Jeff and Lita?"
"No." Jericho answered. "I mean letting go. You see my other problem is a woman."
Test smiled. "Ah yes. Those problems. Well what do you need help with?"
"Well, she kind of in the area that we would call 'untouchable.'"
"Why is she married?"
"No."
"Is she diseased?"
"No."
"Is she dead?"
"No."
"Is she a lesbian?"
"Well, no."
"So what's the problem?"
Jericho sighed again. "Well the problem is. Ok you know how the animosity between RAW and SmackDown rosters actually became legit." Test only nodded so Chris continued. "And that everyone including myself has pretty much vouched a grudge against those cocky bastards." Test nodded again. "Drew, it's . she's just really outta my league"
Test smiled. "Outta your league. Right! You're Chris Jericho, top WWE superstar. There is not a girl out there who is outta your league, my friend."
"Yeah there actually is."
Test shook his head, unbelieving. "yeah right. Who?"
Jericho sighed. "Stephanie McMahon."
"Ok, she's outta your league."
Chris threw his hands into the air. "Thanks man, just thanks. You're supposed to encourage me, you know. 'Don't worry about it, Chris. I mean if you love her'"
"I mean, not only is she the General Manager of the Rival brand, the overall head boss, but she's is the Big man's daughter." Test laughed at his friend. "Boy can you pick them."
"Shut up." Jericho mumbled.
"Well is it bad? I mean, really bad."
Jericho nodded. "Uh huh. But I can't seem to. I want to do something about it. I don't think she's like her roster. I've run into her at the pay-per views and she's always looking at me and damn am I looking at her and I just think I have to try something but I'm scared to death of what'll happen."
Test shrugged. "Well I'm all for the name of love considering Stace and I were together before she came to RAW. I think you should go for it."
"I would but I don't know."
Test shook his head. "Don't be such a pansy. If she's into you she's into you. Stace and I won't alienate you guys if it works. I highly suggest you'd keep it under wraps but go for it."
"I don't know I mean what if."
Test waved away the blonde man's comment. "What if, what if. What if you die tomorrow and never know. What if your next match is your last? What if nothing. You want sky writing or something. Just go for it."
Jericho thought a moment. "No. This was a bad idea. I can't do anything. She's not into me and I can tell. I just know it. Who am I kidding, a McMahon falling for me? Right like that would ever happen. I know I love her but I won't do a damn thing about it until something drops from the heavens and tells me otherwi."
Chris hit the ground with a thump. He shook his head, rubbing the back and reaching for the item in front of him. He picked up the all too familiar belt and looked up at Test, the other man nearly doubled over, laughing. "I take it you find this funny."
Test pointed. "OH HELL YEAH! That's your sign. You need to . Oh God, ha ha ha ha . you so need to go for it now. Let me guess, that's my wonderful tag team partner's title belt isn't it?"
Jericho threw the belt at the other man. "Here, give it back to him. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason for him." At the look from Test, Jericho nodded. "Right Jeff equals no logic so just give him back his damn belt."
"Oh yeah, don't worry about that." Test said still laughing. "So are you taking the sign?"
Jericho thought a moment then shook his head. "No it's merely a coincidence. I'm not taking this as a sign for anything. Bullshit, sign nothing." He pointed to the heavens. "No matter what you do, I'll resist. It won't work and nothing will change my mi."
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, DO YOU HEAR ME!! FOR LOVE!!!" Jeff's voice rang out.
Test sat down, doubled over and holding his stomach. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. This is amazing. Sign." He paused catching his breath. "Take it in stride man."
Jericho sighed. "Ok even though it was Jeff, it's a little weird. And if Jeff turns out to be God I will be one pissed Canadian."
"Yeah and I think I know why the title belt went flying." Test stated through his ragged breathing.
Chris nodded, looking up to the balcony where he assumed his friends were standing. "He's doing anything for love. Anything for her."
Test grinned, knowingly at his friend. "Mmmmm. And that means you are." the taller man trailed off.
Jericho smiled, shaking his head. "It looks like I'm joining into the eternal pursuit." ***REVIEWS. MY PRECIOUS. I LOVE THE PRECIOUS ***
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 . maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
The sound of someone clearing their throat had the couple break apart, but only so slightly. Test slowly opened his eyes, looking from his girlfriend to the man that stood next to him. "Can I help you?"
Jericho shrugged his shoulders, a little embarrassed. "I need to talk to you. Man to man, kind of stuff."
Test let out a moan as he shifted his weight in the lawn chair that he was currently lying in. He looked up at Stacy, the leggy blonde straddling his hips. "Give me like ten minutes."
Stacy smiled at him, planting a soft kiss on his mouth. "I'm timing." And she got up off of him and walked away.
Test ran a hand through his hair before sitting up to look at the Canadian. "And what can I help you with?"
"First of all, I think it's hysterical you guys have a perfectly nice room and you choose the pool deck as your make-out point."
Test rolled his eyes. "Can it, Jerky. Anything else you need to tell me."
Chris sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean everything's getting so complicated. And I need some advice."
"Ok." Test said, watching his friend carefully. He and Chris hadn't been friends long, but they were tighter now then ever. And that look in Jericho's eye had Test worried. "What's wrong? You're ok right?"
"Well, yeah I'm ok. My problem is . well there are two so first I'm really getting worried about this roster thing. I mean at first everyone was ok but now all the people on SmackDown think they're better then us. Remember Adam said that things won't change and he'd come out with us after every pay-per view. Well it might be just me, but I haven't talked to him since Summerslam. And even then he barely said hello to me."
"I know what you mean." Test answered. "He's been the same with me. And what that jack ass Hardy did to Amy. I just wanted to go and smash his face in." He punched his hand for emphasis. "He must have been crazy to do what he did."
Jericho nodded, a bit angrier now with the reminder of what the elder Hardy did to his dear friend. "The Bastard certainly deserves an ass whooping and I for one am planning on giving it to him. I understand pursuing your dream. But accusing your girl of dragging you down and standing in the way of your career, your image and then have the balls to do it right after her injury. Just because he wanted to be available for all the screaming teeny- bopper fans he breaks it off with."
Test stood, placing a hand on the arm of his friend. "I know. But she's with the right Hardy now. She's with the one she shoulda been with the whole time. Jeff loves her and he is not ever letting her go."
"Yeah, that's my other problem."
Test blinked, confused. "Your problem is with Jeff and Lita?"
"No." Jericho answered. "I mean letting go. You see my other problem is a woman."
Test smiled. "Ah yes. Those problems. Well what do you need help with?"
"Well, she kind of in the area that we would call 'untouchable.'"
"Why is she married?"
"No."
"Is she diseased?"
"No."
"Is she dead?"
"No."
"Is she a lesbian?"
"Well, no."
"So what's the problem?"
Jericho sighed again. "Well the problem is. Ok you know how the animosity between RAW and SmackDown rosters actually became legit." Test only nodded so Chris continued. "And that everyone including myself has pretty much vouched a grudge against those cocky bastards." Test nodded again. "Drew, it's . she's just really outta my league"
Test smiled. "Outta your league. Right! You're Chris Jericho, top WWE superstar. There is not a girl out there who is outta your league, my friend."
"Yeah there actually is."
Test shook his head, unbelieving. "yeah right. Who?"
Jericho sighed. "Stephanie McMahon."
"Ok, she's outta your league."
Chris threw his hands into the air. "Thanks man, just thanks. You're supposed to encourage me, you know. 'Don't worry about it, Chris. I mean if you love her'"
"I mean, not only is she the General Manager of the Rival brand, the overall head boss, but she's is the Big man's daughter." Test laughed at his friend. "Boy can you pick them."
"Shut up." Jericho mumbled.
"Well is it bad? I mean, really bad."
Jericho nodded. "Uh huh. But I can't seem to. I want to do something about it. I don't think she's like her roster. I've run into her at the pay-per views and she's always looking at me and damn am I looking at her and I just think I have to try something but I'm scared to death of what'll happen."
Test shrugged. "Well I'm all for the name of love considering Stace and I were together before she came to RAW. I think you should go for it."
"I would but I don't know."
Test shook his head. "Don't be such a pansy. If she's into you she's into you. Stace and I won't alienate you guys if it works. I highly suggest you'd keep it under wraps but go for it."
"I don't know I mean what if."
Test waved away the blonde man's comment. "What if, what if. What if you die tomorrow and never know. What if your next match is your last? What if nothing. You want sky writing or something. Just go for it."
Jericho thought a moment. "No. This was a bad idea. I can't do anything. She's not into me and I can tell. I just know it. Who am I kidding, a McMahon falling for me? Right like that would ever happen. I know I love her but I won't do a damn thing about it until something drops from the heavens and tells me otherwi."
Chris hit the ground with a thump. He shook his head, rubbing the back and reaching for the item in front of him. He picked up the all too familiar belt and looked up at Test, the other man nearly doubled over, laughing. "I take it you find this funny."
Test pointed. "OH HELL YEAH! That's your sign. You need to . Oh God, ha ha ha ha . you so need to go for it now. Let me guess, that's my wonderful tag team partner's title belt isn't it?"
Jericho threw the belt at the other man. "Here, give it back to him. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason for him." At the look from Test, Jericho nodded. "Right Jeff equals no logic so just give him back his damn belt."
"Oh yeah, don't worry about that." Test said still laughing. "So are you taking the sign?"
Jericho thought a moment then shook his head. "No it's merely a coincidence. I'm not taking this as a sign for anything. Bullshit, sign nothing." He pointed to the heavens. "No matter what you do, I'll resist. It won't work and nothing will change my mi."
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, DO YOU HEAR ME!! FOR LOVE!!!" Jeff's voice rang out.
Test sat down, doubled over and holding his stomach. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. This is amazing. Sign." He paused catching his breath. "Take it in stride man."
Jericho sighed. "Ok even though it was Jeff, it's a little weird. And if Jeff turns out to be God I will be one pissed Canadian."
"Yeah and I think I know why the title belt went flying." Test stated through his ragged breathing.
Chris nodded, looking up to the balcony where he assumed his friends were standing. "He's doing anything for love. Anything for her."
Test grinned, knowingly at his friend. "Mmmmm. And that means you are." the taller man trailed off.
Jericho smiled, shaking his head. "It looks like I'm joining into the eternal pursuit." ***REVIEWS. MY PRECIOUS. I LOVE THE PRECIOUS ***