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
ONE MONTH LATER SMACKDOWN
Well this scenario looked familiar. Jeff paced back and forth in front of his friends in the locker room. "Who in the HELL does he think he is?"
"Relax, man." Rob Van Dam said. "Don't listen to him. We all know he's lying."
Jeff cracked his neck, looking from Rob to Trish to Christian, the only others in the room. Granted being around her was rough, but they managed to grudge past their differences at least for their friend's sake. "Doesn't matter. He shouldn't be saying that about her."
"Look, maybe you should go for a walk to cool yourself down." Trish suggested.
Jeff nodded, walking to the door. "Yeah that's it. I need a walk."
When the door slammed shut, Christian sighed. "God, he's gonna pop. Where is she? How has she been?"
Trish leaned back into the couch she was sitting on. "She's ok. She misses him though. Damn I never thought she'd ever walk out on him and then giving him back the ring. But she's a mess without him, not sleeping well, always worried about him but not asking me. I'll tell her just knowing she wants to know. But we have GOT to get them back together."
Rob nodded. "I know, man. I mean he's been rooming with me and I can't take it. He just kinda sits there and we watch movies and smoked up a few times but he just couldn't do anything. He just kept thinking and his eyes were glazed over even before he inhaled. I don't know. But the kids in bad shape."
"Yeah." Christian agreed. "Good thing she and Drew went for a walk before Matt got out there. Running his mouth like that, who the hell does he think he is? Red may be a lot of things, but a whore is certainly not one of them."
The three jumped as the door swung open, Lita and Test walking in. Test looked behind him a moment before turning back around, letting the door close. "Where was Jeff going?"
"Oh he was just going for a walk." Trish said. "He needed some air."
"I don't know." Test said. "He was in a mighty rush and had a chair in his hand."
Christian lept to his feet, running to the door.but it wouldn't move. Something was behind it, keeping him from opening the door. "Trish, what's going on?" Test and Rob quickly ran to Christian's side, all slamming into the door, hoping to get through before it was too late.
Trish sighed. "You guys better hurry." Lita met her side, both watching the screen. "Before he kills himself."
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Jeff barely heard the pop of the crowd as he tore down the ramp towards his brother in the ring. Thank god his back was turned. The younger Hardy slid in, quickly hitting his brother on the back with the steel chair in his hand. Matt hit the ground hard and Jeff pulled the chair back, bringing it down on Matt's back again and again.
After the fifth chair shot, Jeff threw the chair to the ground, yelling down at his brother. "SHE'S NOT THAT. NOT ANY OF THEM YOU SON OF A BITCH!" loud enough for the mics to pick up everything he said.
Then Jeff's head hit the mat, his hair grabbed and yanked by Charlie Haas. Haas and Benjamin continued to kick at his ribs, relentlessly beating the youngest Hardy down. Then Paul Heyman's voice ran out. "You think that's funny, don't you Jeff. But here's what we think is funny."
The Big Show and Kurt Angle ran down to the ring, a leather strap in hand. Once entered, they tied the Hardy's wrists over his head. Angle laughed into the mic he now held. "Maybe this will teach you not to interfere in our business anymore." And from the ceiling lowered.what was that. Jeff squinted, trying to stay on his feet. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," Angle announced. "TONIGHT YOU SHALL ALL SEE THE FIRST JEFF HARDY TABLED LADDER MATCH."
Jeff struggled uselessly as they tied him to the device, and raised him up, suspending him above the ring as one would a title in a ladder match. Matt pulled himself to his feet, rolling out of the ring with the rest of Team Angle to get out tables. Two, Four, Six tables were brought into the ring, each stacked on the other until most of the ring was filled with tables, four high. It took them only about ten minutes, enough for a commercial break.
Then when the televised audience returned, they saw the youngest Hardy, still suspended above a ring of tables, no matter where he fell, landing through at least four. Jeff looked to the ceiling. "Oh man, this is gonna suck." His eyes wandered to Heyman at the top of the ramp.
"So, Jeffery." Heyman began. "If you were as smart as your brother, you wouldn't be in this predicament right now. But I say let's raise the stakes." And at his words, Jeff was raised a few feet higher into the air, leaving at least a five foot drop from his feet to the tables. "Yes, now what do you do? HAHAHAHA. I know exactly what you're going to do. MATT!"
And at his words, Matt ran to the ring, pulling out a huge ladder and sliding in. He set the ladder up, close enough to Jeff that once he stood at the top, he'd be able to unhinge his brother and let him drop. Matt laughed as he climbed the ladder, but once he reached the top, his face dropped as he saw what his brother had done.
Jeff smiled. "Just call me 'I. Houdini', you fucking bastard." And before Matt could react, Jeff wrapped his legs around his brother's head, releasing with his hands and falling to the ground, bringing his brother down too with a hurricanarana. Both men hit the tables with a force, Matt crashing through to the bottom, landing on his shoulders, his legs still in the air against the ropes. Jeff landed on his side, his lower half stuck on part of a table that wouldn't break, his upper curled and twisted beneath in a quite uncomfortable way.
Heyman's head hit the ramp as a vicious Christian slammed it down to the steel. Test and Rob ran down to the ring, Rob sliding under a bunch of tables to get to Jeff. "Jeff. Jeff, you awake."
"uhhhhh." Jeff gurgled, his dilated eyes searching out his friend. And the Hardy nodded, letting Rob know he was ok, at least relatively.
Rob only smiled. "Oh we had better be getting a shit load of medicinal marijuana for this one."
Jeff laughed, immediately wincing at the pain it brought. But he couldn't help it; Rob could be such an idiot at times. But he wouldn't exactly object to any drugs he'd be given for the pain he knew was coming.
He rolled over onto his back, trying to twist out of the painful position his body was now in. Once he moved, the table his legs were on broke, and his lower half crashed the rest of the way to the mat. It would've been good if the one table above didn't fall onto his chest, but he was able to get his hands up in time to block it somewhat. And he noticed Test pull the table away.
Damn he knew this would be coming. The light around him began to darken and he knew he was about to pass out. A voice rang out in his head, calling his name. Who was that.so familiar. His eyes glanced to his right and just before he passed out, a smile came to his lips at whom he saw, the voice and worry finally making sense to him. It was Lita.
*** Ok usually I put something funny here .. Uhm . . yeah ok, you know the drill. VIVA LA PINEAPPLE, BABY. THE KUNG FU HAMSTER WILL PWNZ J00 ALL WITH MY DESERT EAGLE. . . sorry, flashing into Counterstrike there. All better now. REVIEW ME!!!!!!!***
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
ONE MONTH LATER SMACKDOWN
Well this scenario looked familiar. Jeff paced back and forth in front of his friends in the locker room. "Who in the HELL does he think he is?"
"Relax, man." Rob Van Dam said. "Don't listen to him. We all know he's lying."
Jeff cracked his neck, looking from Rob to Trish to Christian, the only others in the room. Granted being around her was rough, but they managed to grudge past their differences at least for their friend's sake. "Doesn't matter. He shouldn't be saying that about her."
"Look, maybe you should go for a walk to cool yourself down." Trish suggested.
Jeff nodded, walking to the door. "Yeah that's it. I need a walk."
When the door slammed shut, Christian sighed. "God, he's gonna pop. Where is she? How has she been?"
Trish leaned back into the couch she was sitting on. "She's ok. She misses him though. Damn I never thought she'd ever walk out on him and then giving him back the ring. But she's a mess without him, not sleeping well, always worried about him but not asking me. I'll tell her just knowing she wants to know. But we have GOT to get them back together."
Rob nodded. "I know, man. I mean he's been rooming with me and I can't take it. He just kinda sits there and we watch movies and smoked up a few times but he just couldn't do anything. He just kept thinking and his eyes were glazed over even before he inhaled. I don't know. But the kids in bad shape."
"Yeah." Christian agreed. "Good thing she and Drew went for a walk before Matt got out there. Running his mouth like that, who the hell does he think he is? Red may be a lot of things, but a whore is certainly not one of them."
The three jumped as the door swung open, Lita and Test walking in. Test looked behind him a moment before turning back around, letting the door close. "Where was Jeff going?"
"Oh he was just going for a walk." Trish said. "He needed some air."
"I don't know." Test said. "He was in a mighty rush and had a chair in his hand."
Christian lept to his feet, running to the door.but it wouldn't move. Something was behind it, keeping him from opening the door. "Trish, what's going on?" Test and Rob quickly ran to Christian's side, all slamming into the door, hoping to get through before it was too late.
Trish sighed. "You guys better hurry." Lita met her side, both watching the screen. "Before he kills himself."
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Jeff barely heard the pop of the crowd as he tore down the ramp towards his brother in the ring. Thank god his back was turned. The younger Hardy slid in, quickly hitting his brother on the back with the steel chair in his hand. Matt hit the ground hard and Jeff pulled the chair back, bringing it down on Matt's back again and again.
After the fifth chair shot, Jeff threw the chair to the ground, yelling down at his brother. "SHE'S NOT THAT. NOT ANY OF THEM YOU SON OF A BITCH!" loud enough for the mics to pick up everything he said.
Then Jeff's head hit the mat, his hair grabbed and yanked by Charlie Haas. Haas and Benjamin continued to kick at his ribs, relentlessly beating the youngest Hardy down. Then Paul Heyman's voice ran out. "You think that's funny, don't you Jeff. But here's what we think is funny."
The Big Show and Kurt Angle ran down to the ring, a leather strap in hand. Once entered, they tied the Hardy's wrists over his head. Angle laughed into the mic he now held. "Maybe this will teach you not to interfere in our business anymore." And from the ceiling lowered.what was that. Jeff squinted, trying to stay on his feet. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," Angle announced. "TONIGHT YOU SHALL ALL SEE THE FIRST JEFF HARDY TABLED LADDER MATCH."
Jeff struggled uselessly as they tied him to the device, and raised him up, suspending him above the ring as one would a title in a ladder match. Matt pulled himself to his feet, rolling out of the ring with the rest of Team Angle to get out tables. Two, Four, Six tables were brought into the ring, each stacked on the other until most of the ring was filled with tables, four high. It took them only about ten minutes, enough for a commercial break.
Then when the televised audience returned, they saw the youngest Hardy, still suspended above a ring of tables, no matter where he fell, landing through at least four. Jeff looked to the ceiling. "Oh man, this is gonna suck." His eyes wandered to Heyman at the top of the ramp.
"So, Jeffery." Heyman began. "If you were as smart as your brother, you wouldn't be in this predicament right now. But I say let's raise the stakes." And at his words, Jeff was raised a few feet higher into the air, leaving at least a five foot drop from his feet to the tables. "Yes, now what do you do? HAHAHAHA. I know exactly what you're going to do. MATT!"
And at his words, Matt ran to the ring, pulling out a huge ladder and sliding in. He set the ladder up, close enough to Jeff that once he stood at the top, he'd be able to unhinge his brother and let him drop. Matt laughed as he climbed the ladder, but once he reached the top, his face dropped as he saw what his brother had done.
Jeff smiled. "Just call me 'I. Houdini', you fucking bastard." And before Matt could react, Jeff wrapped his legs around his brother's head, releasing with his hands and falling to the ground, bringing his brother down too with a hurricanarana. Both men hit the tables with a force, Matt crashing through to the bottom, landing on his shoulders, his legs still in the air against the ropes. Jeff landed on his side, his lower half stuck on part of a table that wouldn't break, his upper curled and twisted beneath in a quite uncomfortable way.
Heyman's head hit the ramp as a vicious Christian slammed it down to the steel. Test and Rob ran down to the ring, Rob sliding under a bunch of tables to get to Jeff. "Jeff. Jeff, you awake."
"uhhhhh." Jeff gurgled, his dilated eyes searching out his friend. And the Hardy nodded, letting Rob know he was ok, at least relatively.
Rob only smiled. "Oh we had better be getting a shit load of medicinal marijuana for this one."
Jeff laughed, immediately wincing at the pain it brought. But he couldn't help it; Rob could be such an idiot at times. But he wouldn't exactly object to any drugs he'd be given for the pain he knew was coming.
He rolled over onto his back, trying to twist out of the painful position his body was now in. Once he moved, the table his legs were on broke, and his lower half crashed the rest of the way to the mat. It would've been good if the one table above didn't fall onto his chest, but he was able to get his hands up in time to block it somewhat. And he noticed Test pull the table away.
Damn he knew this would be coming. The light around him began to darken and he knew he was about to pass out. A voice rang out in his head, calling his name. Who was that.so familiar. His eyes glanced to his right and just before he passed out, a smile came to his lips at whom he saw, the voice and worry finally making sense to him. It was Lita.
*** Ok usually I put something funny here .. Uhm . . yeah ok, you know the drill. VIVA LA PINEAPPLE, BABY. THE KUNG FU HAMSTER WILL PWNZ J00 ALL WITH MY DESERT EAGLE. . . sorry, flashing into Counterstrike there. All better now. REVIEW ME!!!!!!!***