Title: Transcending
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 ... maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
TimeLine: End of 2002
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
"Please Jeff, have a seat." Eric Bischoff motioned to a chair in his office then sat behind his desk. "What can I do for you?"
"The Pay-Per-View is in a few days. And I want a match. I have a request for a big match. Possibly ending this whole thing with the SmackDown roster."
"I'm listening."
Jeff sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Eight man Elimination chamber. Chris, Jay, me and whoever versus Hunter, Matt, Edge and Big Show. Raw vs SmackDown. Last team standing. And I can guarantee you that I won't quit as long as I can walk."
Eric eyed Jeff in the way only Eric Bischoff can. "And Chris and Jay are fine with this."
"Oh yeah, they are. We all have our reasons."
"The elimination chamber is a very dangerous request. Are you fully aware of what you're getting yourself into? That cell is completely unforgiving. It may end your career."
"I know exactly what I'm asking. I know what I'm getting myself into. Jay, Chris and I have discussed this. We are more then ready to put our careers on the line for this chance."
Eric leaned back in his chair. "Jeff, I never expected this invasion to get so out of hand. And this could very well end it. It could also end a lot of things. So what do ... Trish and the other women think about this?"
"They don't know."
"Are you telling me that you are requesting this bloodbath without their knowledge?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
Eric sighed. "I don't know if I want to sanction this."
Jeff crossed his arms. "I've already talked to Heymann. He's willing if you are. His stipulation is if his team wins, Smackdown is his. If we win, he'll leave the company and everything goes back to the way it was before he had any control."
"Enticing offer." Bischoff leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. "But I don't know if I want you and my other men putting themselves in such a position. I value my roster and the people who work for me."
"Please, Eric." Jeff almost begged. "You don't know what this means to us."
"I know exactly what this means to you."
"Then you can't deny us."
Eric ducked his head. "I don't know, Jeff. You're asking me to sign away careers maybe even lives."
"I'm asking you to let us fight our battles. And finish this bullshit once and for all."
"And if you kill yourselves?"
Jeff shrugged. "It'll make good ratings."
Bischoff eyed the Hardy. "Not funny."
"Who's being funny?"
A few moments of silence and Eric looked up at the Hardy. "I am not taking the responsibility of telling your women."
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"FUCKIN A!!!" Christian yelled, tossing his water bottle across the locker room.
Stacy jumped slightly, eyeing the searing blonde man. "Look. You came to me. So stop muttering curses and just tell me what in the hell is the problem."
Christian's eyes flew to Stacy's. "FUCKING A!!!" he yelled again.
She crossed her arms. "I caught that part and it's lovely and all, but would you care to elaborate. You know for my sake since I don't know what the hell is going on in that FUCKING HEAD OF YOURS!"
He closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry. Just ... gimme a sec."
"You should Thank God Drew isn't here cuz he'd probably rip your head off for screaming at me like that."
Christian chuckled. "Yeah, both of them for that matter."
She laughed at his erotic innuendo. "Very true."
He sighed, slumping onto one of the steel chairs. "When you love someone, you pretty much do anything for them right."
"That's right."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Last night, Trish and I had ... well we had a nice long talk. And she ... well she's not pregnant. Some hyperthyroid or hypothyroid thing and it just makes her glands all outta whack. And she thought I'd leave her for that, but I'm not. I mean, that doesn't change the fact that I love her."
"And because you love her is why it doesn't."
"Yeah so I figure that." He continued. "Then she ... she said that she's in a rut. That she's too comfortable with me and she doesn't feel a fire and ... she didn't say it. But it's like I'm not passionate enough for her. That I ... that I don't please her and I don't ..." he sighed. "Almost like ... I don't know. Then she said that she never cheated on me but Terry ... when he looks in her eyes there's this fire and passion and it makes her feel sexy and wanted and loved and that I don't look at her like that. But I do love her. I do and I lust her and she's so sexy I can't even describe it and I want her more than life and she ..." he bowed his head.
"Oh, Jay." Stacy sighed, sitting next to him.
"Next week is the elimination chamber thing and we didn't even tell the girls about it yet; I mean Jeff just got the ok from Eric. I'm still gonna go in there for her. I will still destroy Adam for hurting her. And Big Show for laying a hand on her." He looked up at the concerned woman, his eyes glassed over. "I love her so much. I do. But it's like I'm too nice a guy. And she wants the bad boy. She wants the beast virile man and ... I'm just not man enough for her."
"God, you really love her, don't you."
"Yeah, I do. And I just ..." he shrugged. "I guess I never showed her right, or she just ... I wanted to be security. I wanted her to feel safe with me, like she knew I wasn't going to cheat or run off or leave her high and dry. I wanted her to know that I was in this thing for the long haul, and she just didn't want that."
"What happened after she said this?"
"We never finished. I ... couldn't take it and I left. I haven't seen her today and I know we have to finish what we started. But I don't wanna lose her, Stace. I don't. I love her too damn much. What am I gonna do?"
"I hate to say this, hun." She said softly, rubbing his back. "But if you love her, you have to let her go."
Christian wiped quickly at his eyes. "I know. And ... it's gonna break my heart, Stace."
"If you love her ... you'll let her go. And maybe, just maybe, she'll see what she's giving up."
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Christian walked right into the woman's locker room, a determined look on his face. "Out. Everybody out. Everybody but Trish."
The mere look of him had all the females jump and quickly leave. Trish shivered slightly, looking up at him almost afraid. "Jay?"
Once they were alone, his gaze softened. "Trish. I want you to be happy. And if that's not with me, then fine. I ... I love you and probably always will. But if I'm not the guy you want, and ... Terry ... is..." he swallowed, trying to fight down every emotion. "Then you go after him. You get what you want, Trish." He smiled. "You get what you want and you be happy and ... and I don't have to be a part of it if I'm not ... if that made any sense."
When she would speak, he shook his head, not wanting to hear what she would say. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." His voice cracking on that last word. "No, really. It's Ok. I thought about it and ... if this is what you want then that's fine and Just ... as long as you're happy. Cuz I know ... I guess ... Well, I'm just ..." he bit his lip a moment, but then continued before she could interrupt him. "I guess I'm just not the man to please you and make you smile and all that jazz, you know like I thought I was but that's ok. Really. Uhm ... Just as long as you're happy." He finished the last two sentences, backing to the door, letting it swing shut behind him then quickly running down the hall, knowing that the tears were falling. And damn it, he didn't want anyone to see him cry over a girl.
*** Poor Christian. Aw ... oh man. Don't you just wanna cry. Read and Review. Let's go peeps.***
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 ... maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
TimeLine: End of 2002
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
"Please Jeff, have a seat." Eric Bischoff motioned to a chair in his office then sat behind his desk. "What can I do for you?"
"The Pay-Per-View is in a few days. And I want a match. I have a request for a big match. Possibly ending this whole thing with the SmackDown roster."
"I'm listening."
Jeff sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Eight man Elimination chamber. Chris, Jay, me and whoever versus Hunter, Matt, Edge and Big Show. Raw vs SmackDown. Last team standing. And I can guarantee you that I won't quit as long as I can walk."
Eric eyed Jeff in the way only Eric Bischoff can. "And Chris and Jay are fine with this."
"Oh yeah, they are. We all have our reasons."
"The elimination chamber is a very dangerous request. Are you fully aware of what you're getting yourself into? That cell is completely unforgiving. It may end your career."
"I know exactly what I'm asking. I know what I'm getting myself into. Jay, Chris and I have discussed this. We are more then ready to put our careers on the line for this chance."
Eric leaned back in his chair. "Jeff, I never expected this invasion to get so out of hand. And this could very well end it. It could also end a lot of things. So what do ... Trish and the other women think about this?"
"They don't know."
"Are you telling me that you are requesting this bloodbath without their knowledge?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
Eric sighed. "I don't know if I want to sanction this."
Jeff crossed his arms. "I've already talked to Heymann. He's willing if you are. His stipulation is if his team wins, Smackdown is his. If we win, he'll leave the company and everything goes back to the way it was before he had any control."
"Enticing offer." Bischoff leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. "But I don't know if I want you and my other men putting themselves in such a position. I value my roster and the people who work for me."
"Please, Eric." Jeff almost begged. "You don't know what this means to us."
"I know exactly what this means to you."
"Then you can't deny us."
Eric ducked his head. "I don't know, Jeff. You're asking me to sign away careers maybe even lives."
"I'm asking you to let us fight our battles. And finish this bullshit once and for all."
"And if you kill yourselves?"
Jeff shrugged. "It'll make good ratings."
Bischoff eyed the Hardy. "Not funny."
"Who's being funny?"
A few moments of silence and Eric looked up at the Hardy. "I am not taking the responsibility of telling your women."
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"FUCKIN A!!!" Christian yelled, tossing his water bottle across the locker room.
Stacy jumped slightly, eyeing the searing blonde man. "Look. You came to me. So stop muttering curses and just tell me what in the hell is the problem."
Christian's eyes flew to Stacy's. "FUCKING A!!!" he yelled again.
She crossed her arms. "I caught that part and it's lovely and all, but would you care to elaborate. You know for my sake since I don't know what the hell is going on in that FUCKING HEAD OF YOURS!"
He closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry. Just ... gimme a sec."
"You should Thank God Drew isn't here cuz he'd probably rip your head off for screaming at me like that."
Christian chuckled. "Yeah, both of them for that matter."
She laughed at his erotic innuendo. "Very true."
He sighed, slumping onto one of the steel chairs. "When you love someone, you pretty much do anything for them right."
"That's right."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Last night, Trish and I had ... well we had a nice long talk. And she ... well she's not pregnant. Some hyperthyroid or hypothyroid thing and it just makes her glands all outta whack. And she thought I'd leave her for that, but I'm not. I mean, that doesn't change the fact that I love her."
"And because you love her is why it doesn't."
"Yeah so I figure that." He continued. "Then she ... she said that she's in a rut. That she's too comfortable with me and she doesn't feel a fire and ... she didn't say it. But it's like I'm not passionate enough for her. That I ... that I don't please her and I don't ..." he sighed. "Almost like ... I don't know. Then she said that she never cheated on me but Terry ... when he looks in her eyes there's this fire and passion and it makes her feel sexy and wanted and loved and that I don't look at her like that. But I do love her. I do and I lust her and she's so sexy I can't even describe it and I want her more than life and she ..." he bowed his head.
"Oh, Jay." Stacy sighed, sitting next to him.
"Next week is the elimination chamber thing and we didn't even tell the girls about it yet; I mean Jeff just got the ok from Eric. I'm still gonna go in there for her. I will still destroy Adam for hurting her. And Big Show for laying a hand on her." He looked up at the concerned woman, his eyes glassed over. "I love her so much. I do. But it's like I'm too nice a guy. And she wants the bad boy. She wants the beast virile man and ... I'm just not man enough for her."
"God, you really love her, don't you."
"Yeah, I do. And I just ..." he shrugged. "I guess I never showed her right, or she just ... I wanted to be security. I wanted her to feel safe with me, like she knew I wasn't going to cheat or run off or leave her high and dry. I wanted her to know that I was in this thing for the long haul, and she just didn't want that."
"What happened after she said this?"
"We never finished. I ... couldn't take it and I left. I haven't seen her today and I know we have to finish what we started. But I don't wanna lose her, Stace. I don't. I love her too damn much. What am I gonna do?"
"I hate to say this, hun." She said softly, rubbing his back. "But if you love her, you have to let her go."
Christian wiped quickly at his eyes. "I know. And ... it's gonna break my heart, Stace."
"If you love her ... you'll let her go. And maybe, just maybe, she'll see what she's giving up."
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Christian walked right into the woman's locker room, a determined look on his face. "Out. Everybody out. Everybody but Trish."
The mere look of him had all the females jump and quickly leave. Trish shivered slightly, looking up at him almost afraid. "Jay?"
Once they were alone, his gaze softened. "Trish. I want you to be happy. And if that's not with me, then fine. I ... I love you and probably always will. But if I'm not the guy you want, and ... Terry ... is..." he swallowed, trying to fight down every emotion. "Then you go after him. You get what you want, Trish." He smiled. "You get what you want and you be happy and ... and I don't have to be a part of it if I'm not ... if that made any sense."
When she would speak, he shook his head, not wanting to hear what she would say. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." His voice cracking on that last word. "No, really. It's Ok. I thought about it and ... if this is what you want then that's fine and Just ... as long as you're happy. Cuz I know ... I guess ... Well, I'm just ..." he bit his lip a moment, but then continued before she could interrupt him. "I guess I'm just not the man to please you and make you smile and all that jazz, you know like I thought I was but that's ok. Really. Uhm ... Just as long as you're happy." He finished the last two sentences, backing to the door, letting it swing shut behind him then quickly running down the hall, knowing that the tears were falling. And damn it, he didn't want anyone to see him cry over a girl.
*** Poor Christian. Aw ... oh man. Don't you just wanna cry. Read and Review. Let's go peeps.***