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
RAW
Christian paced the backstage locker room, frantically. His eyes focused on the only other person in the room, Lita. "What are we going to do? Those assclowns are here."
Lita smiled at Christian's vocabulary. Ever since he started hanging out with Jericho again, the Canadians always ended up sharing word usage. "I know they're here. And I'm more then pissed about it. But we need to chill."
"I don't WANNA chill." Christian yelled. "In case you forgot, Heyman, Angle and Big Show are responsible for the current condition of your fiancé and our friend. I thought you might, well, give a damn about."
Lita's eyes flashed in anger. "Of course I care." Her voice not loud, but fierce. "How could you even think that I don't?"
Christian sighed, stopping to rake a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Red. I know you love him. I just don't see how you could be so calm."
Lita stepped to him, rubbing his shoulder. "Because getting worked up will get us no where. It's late in the show. Trish left after her match. Hunter is probably out with Ric doing whatever it is they do. Tommy and Helms aren't here. Rob left not long ago. Drew and Stacy are probably in a closet somewhere so that means it's only me." she grinned. "Well, and you. But mostly me considering you're most likely about to get yourself beaten to a pulp."
Christian laughed. "I don't know, Red, you do have a way of getting yourself in trouble."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lita innocently answered.
Christian held up his hand, counting off his fingers. "Let's see there was Dallas, Toronto, Portland, Boston, Boise, London.can't forget London, uhm.oh yeah, Miami, New York."
Lita playfully slapped his arm. "I get your point. Jeff and I just make things interesting."
"You make it something, honey. Don't know what . but it's something." Christian's eyes wandered to the screen then back to Lita. "So what are we going to do about that?" Each easily read the expression of the other, knowing full and well what the other was thinking. Christian shook his head, following the Diva out of the room. "Jeff is going to kill me."
Lita turned around, smiling up and him. "If it makes you feel any better, Trish is going to kill me." They both laughed, and ran down the hall.
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"Oh come on, man. Just once."
Chris Jericho shook his head. "I told you already, Jeff. I am NOT juggling any more glass vases any time soon."
Jeff raised his eye brows, invitingly. "What if I gave you fifty bucks?"
Chris sighed, looking to the Hardy for a nice long moment before smiling. "Cash?"
Jeff enthusiastically hopped off the bed running to where he'd flung his jeans, pulling out his wallet, "Damn Straight, Cash."
"Chris." A scolding voice said from the chair in the corner. "Don't you remember what happened last time you did that?"
Jericho smiled, grabbing the fifty dollars from the Hardy and pocketing it. "Relax, Steph. That was four vases, this is only three." And Chris picked up three glass vases from the hotel room, getting ready to juggle them. He stood on the bed, grinning ridiculously. "Ready for this."
"Oh yeah," Jeff answered from the other bed, taking a glance at the latest happenings of RAW . "CHRIS!"
Chris had already started juggling and the Hardy's outburst had him immediately look to the screen, letting the vases drop onto the mattress and he soon followed. Steph quickly moved from her seat to the bed Jericho was seated on, kneeling at his side as all eyes were fixed on the screen.
Steph's jaw dropped. "My God."
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Paul Heyman stood in the center of the ring, his clients surrounding him. "So that is why we are here this evening." He glanced down at his feet, Bubba Ray and D'von lying there courtesy of the Big Show. "I would also like to thank these two boys for setting up our table." The fan noise increased and Paul thought they were screaming there approval. He slowly turned around his eyes widening at the sight before him.
Lita was perched on the turnbuckle. She smiled, biting her lip before shrugging then launching off, her legs wrapping around Heyman's neck. Paul hit the ground hard, a victim to her Lita-canarana. Lita quickly got to her feet, coming face to face with an angry Kurt Angle and Big Show. Then the crowd erupted again as Christian charged down the ramp, lunging at the Big Show with a chair the same time that Lita kicked Kurt Angle in the groin.
Kurt hit the ground first, clutching at himself and Lita grabbed his legs, spreading them before doing Jeff's own move, double leg drop compactor onto his groin. Kurt let out a scream and Lita stood up, her back to the ramp taunting the fallen Olympic Champion. Her eyes wandered to Christian, watching him continuously hit the Big Show with that steel chair.
But her back was to her real threat. Suddenly she hit the mat, someone relentlessly kicking her in the stomach. A rough hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Her eyes quickly sought out Christian, and she gasped seeing him struggling against the Big Show, the larger man holding him still only watching. She closed her eyes momentarily as her attacker turned her toward him. Her eyes shot open, complete shock on her face.
Matt.
With a sinister smile, he shoved her head between his legs, quickly lifted her onto his shoulders, then turned towards the ramp, where the Dudley's had set up that table. At the crowd's astonishing gasp, he tossed her over the ropes and through the table. The wood instantly broke beneath her weight and the force of the powerbomb.
But Matt was far from done. Kurt Angle managed to make his way to his feet, and he grabbed the redhead's hair, rolling her back into the ring. Matt grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to her feet again. Lita's eyes opened to mere slits, as she stood against Matt, wobbling and far from steady. Matt Hardy grinned menacingly before grabbing the side of her head, crushing his lips against hers in a fierce, forceful kiss. Then he tossed her through the middle rope, back into the scraps of the broken table.
Big Show followed suit, tossing Christian the same way and the Blonde Canadian landed a few feet from his friend. He immediately crawled to her side. "Ames. Ames, can you here me."
Lita nodded, grabbing onto Christian and pulling herself to her feet. "Just help me out of here." Christian wrapped a protective arm around her and she used her free hand to wipe her mouth, then she spat on the ramp wiping at her lips again. Christian turned back to the ring, the two looking up as Heyman held Matt's hand in the air. All four man on their feet and celebrating. Lita reached back, grabbing her neck as she continued backstage.
As they walked behind the curtain, the last thing they heard was Heyman's voice over the microphone. "And THAT is what you get when you mess with MY SHOW!"
*** Shout out thanks to all my readers. I'm gone for Spring Break but I promise I'll post again the first few days of April. Let me know you appreciate the story. I love the reviews. Keep writing. - C.C.***
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
RAW
Christian paced the backstage locker room, frantically. His eyes focused on the only other person in the room, Lita. "What are we going to do? Those assclowns are here."
Lita smiled at Christian's vocabulary. Ever since he started hanging out with Jericho again, the Canadians always ended up sharing word usage. "I know they're here. And I'm more then pissed about it. But we need to chill."
"I don't WANNA chill." Christian yelled. "In case you forgot, Heyman, Angle and Big Show are responsible for the current condition of your fiancé and our friend. I thought you might, well, give a damn about."
Lita's eyes flashed in anger. "Of course I care." Her voice not loud, but fierce. "How could you even think that I don't?"
Christian sighed, stopping to rake a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Red. I know you love him. I just don't see how you could be so calm."
Lita stepped to him, rubbing his shoulder. "Because getting worked up will get us no where. It's late in the show. Trish left after her match. Hunter is probably out with Ric doing whatever it is they do. Tommy and Helms aren't here. Rob left not long ago. Drew and Stacy are probably in a closet somewhere so that means it's only me." she grinned. "Well, and you. But mostly me considering you're most likely about to get yourself beaten to a pulp."
Christian laughed. "I don't know, Red, you do have a way of getting yourself in trouble."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lita innocently answered.
Christian held up his hand, counting off his fingers. "Let's see there was Dallas, Toronto, Portland, Boston, Boise, London.can't forget London, uhm.oh yeah, Miami, New York."
Lita playfully slapped his arm. "I get your point. Jeff and I just make things interesting."
"You make it something, honey. Don't know what . but it's something." Christian's eyes wandered to the screen then back to Lita. "So what are we going to do about that?" Each easily read the expression of the other, knowing full and well what the other was thinking. Christian shook his head, following the Diva out of the room. "Jeff is going to kill me."
Lita turned around, smiling up and him. "If it makes you feel any better, Trish is going to kill me." They both laughed, and ran down the hall.
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"Oh come on, man. Just once."
Chris Jericho shook his head. "I told you already, Jeff. I am NOT juggling any more glass vases any time soon."
Jeff raised his eye brows, invitingly. "What if I gave you fifty bucks?"
Chris sighed, looking to the Hardy for a nice long moment before smiling. "Cash?"
Jeff enthusiastically hopped off the bed running to where he'd flung his jeans, pulling out his wallet, "Damn Straight, Cash."
"Chris." A scolding voice said from the chair in the corner. "Don't you remember what happened last time you did that?"
Jericho smiled, grabbing the fifty dollars from the Hardy and pocketing it. "Relax, Steph. That was four vases, this is only three." And Chris picked up three glass vases from the hotel room, getting ready to juggle them. He stood on the bed, grinning ridiculously. "Ready for this."
"Oh yeah," Jeff answered from the other bed, taking a glance at the latest happenings of RAW . "CHRIS!"
Chris had already started juggling and the Hardy's outburst had him immediately look to the screen, letting the vases drop onto the mattress and he soon followed. Steph quickly moved from her seat to the bed Jericho was seated on, kneeling at his side as all eyes were fixed on the screen.
Steph's jaw dropped. "My God."
+++
Paul Heyman stood in the center of the ring, his clients surrounding him. "So that is why we are here this evening." He glanced down at his feet, Bubba Ray and D'von lying there courtesy of the Big Show. "I would also like to thank these two boys for setting up our table." The fan noise increased and Paul thought they were screaming there approval. He slowly turned around his eyes widening at the sight before him.
Lita was perched on the turnbuckle. She smiled, biting her lip before shrugging then launching off, her legs wrapping around Heyman's neck. Paul hit the ground hard, a victim to her Lita-canarana. Lita quickly got to her feet, coming face to face with an angry Kurt Angle and Big Show. Then the crowd erupted again as Christian charged down the ramp, lunging at the Big Show with a chair the same time that Lita kicked Kurt Angle in the groin.
Kurt hit the ground first, clutching at himself and Lita grabbed his legs, spreading them before doing Jeff's own move, double leg drop compactor onto his groin. Kurt let out a scream and Lita stood up, her back to the ramp taunting the fallen Olympic Champion. Her eyes wandered to Christian, watching him continuously hit the Big Show with that steel chair.
But her back was to her real threat. Suddenly she hit the mat, someone relentlessly kicking her in the stomach. A rough hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Her eyes quickly sought out Christian, and she gasped seeing him struggling against the Big Show, the larger man holding him still only watching. She closed her eyes momentarily as her attacker turned her toward him. Her eyes shot open, complete shock on her face.
Matt.
With a sinister smile, he shoved her head between his legs, quickly lifted her onto his shoulders, then turned towards the ramp, where the Dudley's had set up that table. At the crowd's astonishing gasp, he tossed her over the ropes and through the table. The wood instantly broke beneath her weight and the force of the powerbomb.
But Matt was far from done. Kurt Angle managed to make his way to his feet, and he grabbed the redhead's hair, rolling her back into the ring. Matt grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to her feet again. Lita's eyes opened to mere slits, as she stood against Matt, wobbling and far from steady. Matt Hardy grinned menacingly before grabbing the side of her head, crushing his lips against hers in a fierce, forceful kiss. Then he tossed her through the middle rope, back into the scraps of the broken table.
Big Show followed suit, tossing Christian the same way and the Blonde Canadian landed a few feet from his friend. He immediately crawled to her side. "Ames. Ames, can you here me."
Lita nodded, grabbing onto Christian and pulling herself to her feet. "Just help me out of here." Christian wrapped a protective arm around her and she used her free hand to wipe her mouth, then she spat on the ramp wiping at her lips again. Christian turned back to the ring, the two looking up as Heyman held Matt's hand in the air. All four man on their feet and celebrating. Lita reached back, grabbing her neck as she continued backstage.
As they walked behind the curtain, the last thing they heard was Heyman's voice over the microphone. "And THAT is what you get when you mess with MY SHOW!"
*** Shout out thanks to all my readers. I'm gone for Spring Break but I promise I'll post again the first few days of April. Let me know you appreciate the story. I love the reviews. Keep writing. - C.C.***