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
And here's a nice long one for you all.
SMACKDOWN
Jericho, Jeff, Test and Trish all stood, huddled backstage. They didn't like the fact that Eric had sent them in first, but they weren't about to argue about it. Eric simply said, the four of them should get there, and find some way to interfere on behalf of RAW and ruin something.anything. Jericho looked down at the script in his hand. "I think we'd have the most impact at the Heyman/Big Show/McMahon segment."
Test nodded, holding back a smirk. "I think you're right. Angle is bound to be out there which means the title will be discussed."
"True." Trish said. "But there is no way I'm going out there with those guys. I mean, what could I do?"
"I think Trish should stay back here, cover our escape, you know."
"GUYS." A loud whisper rang out. And the four jumped to see Lita stalking towards them. At their shocked expression, she only grinned. "Didn't think I'd let y'all have the only fun."
Test rolled his eyes. "Fine, Lita and Trish cover our escape."
"How will we know the time?" Jeff asked.
"We'll just know." Jericho answered.
Trish furrowed her brow a moment. "Wouldn't the Guerrero/Edge/Mysterio segment be the best?"
Jeff thought a moment. "It might. I mean at least there we could attack everyone. Cuz frankly I'm not into hitting a woman, and it's too dangerous with Show and the Angle Gang out there for you ladies."
Test nodded, "Maybe that would be better. That segment is after this one right. Steph's out there now."
Jeff looked to the screen. "Shit! It's looks like we're interfering in this angle guys." And Jeff took off running towards ring.
When the others looked to the screen, they saw Jericho charging the ring. Test shook his head. "Holy Hell!"
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Stephanie walked down the ramp. She knew the segment, went over it many times with Heyman and his group. Whether or not they followed the script was another thing. As of lately, the script hasn't really meant much of anything. Free for alls, everyone trying to hurt the other. Steph shot up a silent prayer, hoping this went to plan. She stepped through the ropes, standing before Heyman and brought the mic to her lips. "Can I help you, Paul?"
Paul smiled a sinister smile. "Yes, you can Stephanie. You see my clients are not happy with you at this moment. The Rock was not the number one contender last week. And The Rock should not have gotten a match against the American Hero, Kurt Angle." Kurt Angle nodded his agreement as Stephanie merely looked on coolly. "Therefore, the title should not be in the hands of The Rock. My client, the Big Show, is the true number one contender and you know it."
Stephanie smiled. "I'm sorry, Paul. But The Rock beat the Big Show two weeks ago, and deserved his title shot last week. There is nothing that I can do now."
Paul snickered. "I thought you'd say that." He glanced at Team Angle, standing at the top of the ramp, then at his two clients in the ring. "Show, if you please."
The Big Show grabbed Stephanie at the throat, slowly squeezing as Heyman laughed. Steph's eyes widened. This was not the Script. NOT the script. What the hell was he doing? Stephanie reached up, pulling uselessly at the large hand gripped tightly around her neck. Heyman brought the mic to his lips. "I keep telling you, Steph, that you'd always be sorry for screwing us over." Heyman's eyes widened as he glanced towards the ramp.
The crowd erupted as Chris Jericho clotheslined Team Angle, and continued non-stop directly to the ring. Big Show threw Stephanie to the side, the brunette clutching at her throat and rolling out as Jericho slid into the ring. With a dropkick, Jericho nailed Heyman in the mouth, the manager grabbing his jaw and rolling out of the ring. The deafening scream from the crowd signaled Jeff Hardy's charge as he followed his friend's path to the ring and immediately focused on Angle. Jericho scrambled to his feet, and then dove at the Big Shows knees. Angle grabbed the Hardy's hair and used the younger man's momentum to hurl him through the ropes. Jeff landed hard on the ground, clutching his ribs a moment.
Chris, after the third dropkick, managed to bring the Big Show to the ground only to turn around to see Kurt Angle. Kurt punched Chris in the head; once, twice. Slowly working Jericho into a corner. Once there, he continued to kick Chris in the stomach, repeatedly. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, JERICHO?" he screamed.
Though once the words left his mouth, a loud crack rang through the building as a steel chair hit the Olympic champion in the knee, hard. Kurt fell to the ground, Jeff once again raising the chair and hitting Kurt again and again. After the fourth shot, he kicked Angle out of the ring. When Jeff turned around, Big Show was already up and waiting for him. Quickly, Show wrapped his hands around the Hardy's neck, squeezing tightly. "Damn you all to hell, Boy!" he grumbled through clenched teeth. And the Big Show stepped back, grunting as he hoisted the Hardy into the air, and choke tossed him over the top ropes towards the ramp. Jeff flew haphazardly towards the ramp, his skull impacting on the steel with a crack. The Hardy barely had the strength to roll over before he felt darkness begin to envelope him and the blood run into his eyes.
Jericho watched, helpless as his friend went soaring over the ropes, and the Canadian couldn't help but wince at the cracking sound that resounded. "You son of a." Chris ground out between clenched teeth, and he dove at the Big Show, spearing the larger man to the ground. Jericho quickly got to his feet, kicking the much bigger man in the stomach as hard and often as he could. "NOBODY TOUCHES HER LIKE THAT!" Jericho screamed, loud enough for all the microphones to pick up his voice.
Show made it to his feet, bringing a heavy fist down on top of Jericho's head, quickly knocking the much smaller man to the mat. He saw Test running down the ramp and quickly wrapped his big hand around Jericho's neck. With a grin, he lifted the smaller man into the air and walked him over towards the ramp. After a scream, the Big Show pumped Jericho into the air once before choke slamming the smaller man onto the hard wrestling mats outside the ring.
Jericho cringed in the split second he had before impact. He knew this was going to hurt. Those mats were hard. Then he let out a scream. But they were much harder with a chair where you're back should have been. Chris rolled onto his side, clutching the small of his back. God that hurt like a mother. He squeezed his eyes shut as Test leapt over him and into the ring. His eyes wandered to Jeff, seeing the unconscious Hardy laying lifelessly about ten feet away, the blood pooling down his head and into his hair, probably even leaking through the ramp.
Chris's eyes rolled into his head, as he glanced to the ring, seeing Test low blow the Big Show before mercilessly pummeling him with a pair of brass knuckles. Jericho smiled. Well at least one of them came prepared. Stephanie. Where was .
Jericho tilted his head as much as he could spotting the billion dollar princess by the ring stairs. She met his eyes with a shocked expression. He smiled best he could through the pain and the oncoming concussion. He mouthed. "Run, Princess. Quick."
Her eyes widened as she read his lips and she quickly got to her feet, heading up the ramp at a frightening pace. She knew that for whatever reason Jericho was here, he was a God send. And that Heyman and his troop will be mighty pissed after what just happened. Stephanie quickly made her way backstage and into her office before anyone could spot her. She locked the two locks then slid down the door to the floor, hugging her knees against her chest. When had she lost Control?
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"JEFF!!" Lita called out, attempting to struggle out of the firm grasp Trish held her in.
"Stay put. Lita, stay!" Trish ordered through her teeth, some how managing to hold the stronger woman back.
"NO I have to."
"GET MUTILATED BY THE BIG SHOW!" Trish screamed out, and the redhead stilled. "We can help them by getting paramedics."
Lita froze momentarily before running towards the parking garage.
It was only a matter of minutes before Lita and Trish were able to bring the paramedics out to the ring. And Test had already had things relatively under control. Needless to say the ring was a war zone and even the crowd didn't know how to react to what just happened. Lita ran directly to Jeff's side, placing a hand on his abdomen. "Jeff, baby. Jeff."
He didn't answer, his eyes closed, breathing labored. The paramedics pushed her aside, immediately bracing his neck and retrieving a backboard, quickly and carefully getting the Hardy on it. Another pair ran to Jericho, checking over the now unconscious Canadian, repeating almost the same procedure that was so recently done to the Hardy. Test slid out of the ring, standing behind Lita to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "He'll be ok, honey. He really will."
The paramedics quickly wheeled the two away as another set raced down to attend to the other victims lying around the ring. Lita turned to Test, tears in her eyes. "Did you see him fall? Jeff.Chris."
Test wrapped an arm around each diva, leading them up the ramp. The crowd at an almost uncomfortable silence watched as the big Canadian escorted two RAW divas up the ramp, nobody really sure as to what just happened.
*** Moving along nicely. Thanks to all my readers out there. I appreciate the time you put into reading my work. Any and all reviews, good or bad, are appreciated. They help me get better. Thanks for reading again. AND REVIEW AWAY***
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
And here's a nice long one for you all.
SMACKDOWN
Jericho, Jeff, Test and Trish all stood, huddled backstage. They didn't like the fact that Eric had sent them in first, but they weren't about to argue about it. Eric simply said, the four of them should get there, and find some way to interfere on behalf of RAW and ruin something.anything. Jericho looked down at the script in his hand. "I think we'd have the most impact at the Heyman/Big Show/McMahon segment."
Test nodded, holding back a smirk. "I think you're right. Angle is bound to be out there which means the title will be discussed."
"True." Trish said. "But there is no way I'm going out there with those guys. I mean, what could I do?"
"I think Trish should stay back here, cover our escape, you know."
"GUYS." A loud whisper rang out. And the four jumped to see Lita stalking towards them. At their shocked expression, she only grinned. "Didn't think I'd let y'all have the only fun."
Test rolled his eyes. "Fine, Lita and Trish cover our escape."
"How will we know the time?" Jeff asked.
"We'll just know." Jericho answered.
Trish furrowed her brow a moment. "Wouldn't the Guerrero/Edge/Mysterio segment be the best?"
Jeff thought a moment. "It might. I mean at least there we could attack everyone. Cuz frankly I'm not into hitting a woman, and it's too dangerous with Show and the Angle Gang out there for you ladies."
Test nodded, "Maybe that would be better. That segment is after this one right. Steph's out there now."
Jeff looked to the screen. "Shit! It's looks like we're interfering in this angle guys." And Jeff took off running towards ring.
When the others looked to the screen, they saw Jericho charging the ring. Test shook his head. "Holy Hell!"
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Stephanie walked down the ramp. She knew the segment, went over it many times with Heyman and his group. Whether or not they followed the script was another thing. As of lately, the script hasn't really meant much of anything. Free for alls, everyone trying to hurt the other. Steph shot up a silent prayer, hoping this went to plan. She stepped through the ropes, standing before Heyman and brought the mic to her lips. "Can I help you, Paul?"
Paul smiled a sinister smile. "Yes, you can Stephanie. You see my clients are not happy with you at this moment. The Rock was not the number one contender last week. And The Rock should not have gotten a match against the American Hero, Kurt Angle." Kurt Angle nodded his agreement as Stephanie merely looked on coolly. "Therefore, the title should not be in the hands of The Rock. My client, the Big Show, is the true number one contender and you know it."
Stephanie smiled. "I'm sorry, Paul. But The Rock beat the Big Show two weeks ago, and deserved his title shot last week. There is nothing that I can do now."
Paul snickered. "I thought you'd say that." He glanced at Team Angle, standing at the top of the ramp, then at his two clients in the ring. "Show, if you please."
The Big Show grabbed Stephanie at the throat, slowly squeezing as Heyman laughed. Steph's eyes widened. This was not the Script. NOT the script. What the hell was he doing? Stephanie reached up, pulling uselessly at the large hand gripped tightly around her neck. Heyman brought the mic to his lips. "I keep telling you, Steph, that you'd always be sorry for screwing us over." Heyman's eyes widened as he glanced towards the ramp.
The crowd erupted as Chris Jericho clotheslined Team Angle, and continued non-stop directly to the ring. Big Show threw Stephanie to the side, the brunette clutching at her throat and rolling out as Jericho slid into the ring. With a dropkick, Jericho nailed Heyman in the mouth, the manager grabbing his jaw and rolling out of the ring. The deafening scream from the crowd signaled Jeff Hardy's charge as he followed his friend's path to the ring and immediately focused on Angle. Jericho scrambled to his feet, and then dove at the Big Shows knees. Angle grabbed the Hardy's hair and used the younger man's momentum to hurl him through the ropes. Jeff landed hard on the ground, clutching his ribs a moment.
Chris, after the third dropkick, managed to bring the Big Show to the ground only to turn around to see Kurt Angle. Kurt punched Chris in the head; once, twice. Slowly working Jericho into a corner. Once there, he continued to kick Chris in the stomach, repeatedly. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, JERICHO?" he screamed.
Though once the words left his mouth, a loud crack rang through the building as a steel chair hit the Olympic champion in the knee, hard. Kurt fell to the ground, Jeff once again raising the chair and hitting Kurt again and again. After the fourth shot, he kicked Angle out of the ring. When Jeff turned around, Big Show was already up and waiting for him. Quickly, Show wrapped his hands around the Hardy's neck, squeezing tightly. "Damn you all to hell, Boy!" he grumbled through clenched teeth. And the Big Show stepped back, grunting as he hoisted the Hardy into the air, and choke tossed him over the top ropes towards the ramp. Jeff flew haphazardly towards the ramp, his skull impacting on the steel with a crack. The Hardy barely had the strength to roll over before he felt darkness begin to envelope him and the blood run into his eyes.
Jericho watched, helpless as his friend went soaring over the ropes, and the Canadian couldn't help but wince at the cracking sound that resounded. "You son of a." Chris ground out between clenched teeth, and he dove at the Big Show, spearing the larger man to the ground. Jericho quickly got to his feet, kicking the much bigger man in the stomach as hard and often as he could. "NOBODY TOUCHES HER LIKE THAT!" Jericho screamed, loud enough for all the microphones to pick up his voice.
Show made it to his feet, bringing a heavy fist down on top of Jericho's head, quickly knocking the much smaller man to the mat. He saw Test running down the ramp and quickly wrapped his big hand around Jericho's neck. With a grin, he lifted the smaller man into the air and walked him over towards the ramp. After a scream, the Big Show pumped Jericho into the air once before choke slamming the smaller man onto the hard wrestling mats outside the ring.
Jericho cringed in the split second he had before impact. He knew this was going to hurt. Those mats were hard. Then he let out a scream. But they were much harder with a chair where you're back should have been. Chris rolled onto his side, clutching the small of his back. God that hurt like a mother. He squeezed his eyes shut as Test leapt over him and into the ring. His eyes wandered to Jeff, seeing the unconscious Hardy laying lifelessly about ten feet away, the blood pooling down his head and into his hair, probably even leaking through the ramp.
Chris's eyes rolled into his head, as he glanced to the ring, seeing Test low blow the Big Show before mercilessly pummeling him with a pair of brass knuckles. Jericho smiled. Well at least one of them came prepared. Stephanie. Where was .
Jericho tilted his head as much as he could spotting the billion dollar princess by the ring stairs. She met his eyes with a shocked expression. He smiled best he could through the pain and the oncoming concussion. He mouthed. "Run, Princess. Quick."
Her eyes widened as she read his lips and she quickly got to her feet, heading up the ramp at a frightening pace. She knew that for whatever reason Jericho was here, he was a God send. And that Heyman and his troop will be mighty pissed after what just happened. Stephanie quickly made her way backstage and into her office before anyone could spot her. She locked the two locks then slid down the door to the floor, hugging her knees against her chest. When had she lost Control?
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"JEFF!!" Lita called out, attempting to struggle out of the firm grasp Trish held her in.
"Stay put. Lita, stay!" Trish ordered through her teeth, some how managing to hold the stronger woman back.
"NO I have to."
"GET MUTILATED BY THE BIG SHOW!" Trish screamed out, and the redhead stilled. "We can help them by getting paramedics."
Lita froze momentarily before running towards the parking garage.
It was only a matter of minutes before Lita and Trish were able to bring the paramedics out to the ring. And Test had already had things relatively under control. Needless to say the ring was a war zone and even the crowd didn't know how to react to what just happened. Lita ran directly to Jeff's side, placing a hand on his abdomen. "Jeff, baby. Jeff."
He didn't answer, his eyes closed, breathing labored. The paramedics pushed her aside, immediately bracing his neck and retrieving a backboard, quickly and carefully getting the Hardy on it. Another pair ran to Jericho, checking over the now unconscious Canadian, repeating almost the same procedure that was so recently done to the Hardy. Test slid out of the ring, standing behind Lita to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "He'll be ok, honey. He really will."
The paramedics quickly wheeled the two away as another set raced down to attend to the other victims lying around the ring. Lita turned to Test, tears in her eyes. "Did you see him fall? Jeff.Chris."
Test wrapped an arm around each diva, leading them up the ramp. The crowd at an almost uncomfortable silence watched as the big Canadian escorted two RAW divas up the ramp, nobody really sure as to what just happened.
*** Moving along nicely. Thanks to all my readers out there. I appreciate the time you put into reading my work. Any and all reviews, good or bad, are appreciated. They help me get better. Thanks for reading again. AND REVIEW AWAY***