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
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PAY PER VIEW
Chris Jericho sighed, nervously pacing the length of his locker room.
"I'm scared, Baby."
He turned at the woman's choked voice. "Oh, Stephie." He knelt in front of her.
She reached out, taking his hands. "I don't want something to happen to you. This isn't like when we have real matches. Those are choreographed. This ... This is gonna be so different."
"That it is."
"You can still pull out."
He shook his head. "No, I can't."
"Why?"
"Because Jeff won't pull out. And Jay won't either. And I'm not about to leave them alone. If they're gonna get their asses kicked then I'm gonna get mine kicked too."
Stephanie ducked her head. "This doesn't feel right. You guys are gonna get hurt and ... there's nothing I can do about it."
Chris simply watched her; he was speechless. He knew she was right. There was nothing she could do. The match was on, and yes, they'd probably get hurt, and yes there was absolutely nothing she could do to change it.
"Chris, I'm going to ask you one more time." Steph blinked rapidly, locking eyes with him. "Don't go out there."
He sighed; saddened at her plea and at the answer he would give. "No."
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Jeff sat in the men's locker room, his head in his hands as he rocked nervously back and forth. Back then forth. His fingers raking through his hair roughly, he was so tense, but then again, who wouldn't be. Back then forth, back then forth.
"Damn, man, you need to just try and chill."
Jeff glanced up at the man's voice, but never stopped rocking. "I wish I could."
Test sat down next to his friend. "You got to trust me. If you are this worked up when you're out there, you're going to be so stiff. You'll get hurt even worse. And I don't wanna deal with holdin your girl back here if that happens."
Jeff grinned. "Thanks for your concern for my well being."
"You know what I mean. It's gonna be hard enough keeping her back here as is, much less if something happens to you."
Jeff nodded, rolling his shoulders a few times. "Drew, promise me you'll keep her back here no matter what. I know Ames, she'll charge out there like a bat outta hell and I don't want her anywhere near that ring."
"I'll try. But I can't make any promises." Test stood, patting his friend on the back. "I'm gonna go wish luck to Chris. You just breathe." That said, Test walked out the door.
Lita walked in. "Jeff." She breathed, dropping to her knees in front of him, taking his hands in hers.
He looked up, forcing a smile. "Hey, Baby." He pulled her up into his lap, his arms loosely draped over her hips. "Come here."
She laid her head against him, snuggling into him. "Jeff, I have a funny feeling about this. I don't know if I can watch."
"I'd rather you didn't."
She sighed. "But I'll be more anxious not knowing."
There was a good long pause. The silence comforting yet disheartening. He shifted her in his lap, hugging her right against him, burying his face in the mass of her hair, nuzzling against her throat.
She whimpered at the feel of his lips.
"Darlin," he whispered into her ear. "I have to go out there. We're up in like two minutes."
She viciously shook her head, tightening her arms around him. "No, I won't let you go. I won't."
His heart nearly broke at the feel of her tears, the crack in her voice. "Look at me." He eased her back to look in her eyes, searching the depths a moment. Then he leaned forward, taking her lips with his, kissing her so sweetly.
She melted at the kiss, her body sagging into him, her hands tickling his face. "Please, Jeff. Don't leave me. Stay here."
"I will not let Chris and Jay go out there alone." He answered, easing her from his lap. That said, he averted his gaze from hers and walked out the door.
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Christian paced at the curtain that led to the ramp. Uneasy, he knew they were starting momentarily. And he had to be ready.
"Jason."
He froze at her timid voice. She was behind him, but he wouldn't look at her. No, he couldn't. "Trish."
"Why, Jason?"
"Because I love you."
"If you love me, then don't."
"It doesn't work that way."
She sighed.
"I know why you don't think I love you. You don't think I'm passionate enough, that I'm not crazy about you. But you're wrong."
"Why would you never deepen a kiss?"
"Because a kiss is the most intimate action a couple can share. Despite what most think about it being sex ... it's not. It's a deep passionate kiss. Sex is driven by instinct and desire and ... you can't control yourself as well when brought to that level. But a kiss ... not a kiss. To share a deep kiss, everything intentional, you're aware of exactly what you're doing. Everything is injected into that one single display." He took a few steps from her. "Terry is our partner. You might want to go wish him luck."
Christian squeezed his eyes shut, feeling her walk away from him. No. He was not going to cry. God Damn it! He had a match to be ready for. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself. He watched as Jeff and Chris walked up to the curtain, waiting for their entrance. Ducking his head, he walked to the curtain as well.
His eyes glanced up and he spotted Rhyno with Trish. Her arms around his neck in a hug, the big man's head buried in her neck. Clenching his teeth, he turned, not wanting to see that anymore. But the masochist that he is, Christian looked again. And saw Trish kissing Rhyno on the cheek.
Blazing with anger and jealousy, he stepped right to the curtain, ignoring any and everything around him. Hell was about to break loose.
Eric Bischoff stepped out from behind the curtain, that steel dome standing tall and proud before him. "The rules for this match are simple." He began. "This is an eight man team elimination match. The final team standing will be victorious. The match will start out with four men in the ring and then at five minute intervals, another two men will be allowed entrance until all men are in the ring. Elimination is buy pinfall or submission only ..."
Eric continued explaining the match and Christian paced backstage. When the voice died off, all knew what was about to come, and the RAW guys were set to enter first. Jericho's music hit, Chris with a sigh, stepped out onto the ramp.
Biting his lip, Christian continued to pace. Eventually Chris's music died off and Rhyno's started. The man beast walking to the curtain paused by Christian, placing a hand on the blonde man's shoulder. "I'm still going out there. And we're gonna win. You're one mighty lucky man." That said, Rhyno walked through the curtain. Christian furrowed his brow, what the hell was that all about.
As Rhyno's music continued to play, Christian's attention was drawn elsewhere. A tear streaked redhead, charging their way. "Jeff, Please." She called, racing right up to the Hardy.
Jeff turned, surprised when she threw herself into his arms. "Honey, I ..."
"If I don't let go of you, you can't go out there."
Sighing, Jeff only shook his head. "I'm goin' out there." He drawled. Then looked up, finding Test right there, the large man grabbing hold of the redhead and prying her away. Jeff's music hit, loud and blaring and he looked on at the sad eyed diva, Test holding the woman back. Jeff grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing the open palm once, again, then closed his eyes as he raced through the curtain. Lita cried out, turning in Test's arms to hug him tightly, the bigger man rubbing her back, comforting the sobbing woman.
Christian turned his attention back to the ramp, trying to get worked up for what he deemed to be pretty much his own death. He heard her voice then, from behind.
"I know I can't stop you from going out there." He didn't resist when Trish put a hand on his arm, turning him to face her. She looked up at him, very carefully then smiled. "So knock 'em all to hell for me." His eyes widened as she cupped his head, bringing him to her and crashing their lips together, her kiss so raw and pure and ...
Christian banded his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, wanting to hold her just as long as he could. He swooped his tongue over her lower lip, slipping it inside to explore and she collapsed against him. The feeling, the emotion, the passion, everything she could feel through that deep kiss ... it was everything she'd been wanting and here he was. Christian was the man she wanted, the man to give her what she needed.
Breathless, he pulled back as his music began to play. Reaching out, he touched her cheek. "Do you see what I mean?"
She nodded absently then shook off her worry to smile at him. "Make me proud, Baby."
Christian pressed his lips to hers urgently, giving her a fierce deep kiss, one that left her head spinning, her body weak. Then he quickly tore away, walking out the curtain to the scream of thousands of spectators.
*** And so the build-up to the match is concluded. The Match is to come. Review me, peeps. Come on***
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
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PAY PER VIEW
Chris Jericho sighed, nervously pacing the length of his locker room.
"I'm scared, Baby."
He turned at the woman's choked voice. "Oh, Stephie." He knelt in front of her.
She reached out, taking his hands. "I don't want something to happen to you. This isn't like when we have real matches. Those are choreographed. This ... This is gonna be so different."
"That it is."
"You can still pull out."
He shook his head. "No, I can't."
"Why?"
"Because Jeff won't pull out. And Jay won't either. And I'm not about to leave them alone. If they're gonna get their asses kicked then I'm gonna get mine kicked too."
Stephanie ducked her head. "This doesn't feel right. You guys are gonna get hurt and ... there's nothing I can do about it."
Chris simply watched her; he was speechless. He knew she was right. There was nothing she could do. The match was on, and yes, they'd probably get hurt, and yes there was absolutely nothing she could do to change it.
"Chris, I'm going to ask you one more time." Steph blinked rapidly, locking eyes with him. "Don't go out there."
He sighed; saddened at her plea and at the answer he would give. "No."
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Jeff sat in the men's locker room, his head in his hands as he rocked nervously back and forth. Back then forth. His fingers raking through his hair roughly, he was so tense, but then again, who wouldn't be. Back then forth, back then forth.
"Damn, man, you need to just try and chill."
Jeff glanced up at the man's voice, but never stopped rocking. "I wish I could."
Test sat down next to his friend. "You got to trust me. If you are this worked up when you're out there, you're going to be so stiff. You'll get hurt even worse. And I don't wanna deal with holdin your girl back here if that happens."
Jeff grinned. "Thanks for your concern for my well being."
"You know what I mean. It's gonna be hard enough keeping her back here as is, much less if something happens to you."
Jeff nodded, rolling his shoulders a few times. "Drew, promise me you'll keep her back here no matter what. I know Ames, she'll charge out there like a bat outta hell and I don't want her anywhere near that ring."
"I'll try. But I can't make any promises." Test stood, patting his friend on the back. "I'm gonna go wish luck to Chris. You just breathe." That said, Test walked out the door.
Lita walked in. "Jeff." She breathed, dropping to her knees in front of him, taking his hands in hers.
He looked up, forcing a smile. "Hey, Baby." He pulled her up into his lap, his arms loosely draped over her hips. "Come here."
She laid her head against him, snuggling into him. "Jeff, I have a funny feeling about this. I don't know if I can watch."
"I'd rather you didn't."
She sighed. "But I'll be more anxious not knowing."
There was a good long pause. The silence comforting yet disheartening. He shifted her in his lap, hugging her right against him, burying his face in the mass of her hair, nuzzling against her throat.
She whimpered at the feel of his lips.
"Darlin," he whispered into her ear. "I have to go out there. We're up in like two minutes."
She viciously shook her head, tightening her arms around him. "No, I won't let you go. I won't."
His heart nearly broke at the feel of her tears, the crack in her voice. "Look at me." He eased her back to look in her eyes, searching the depths a moment. Then he leaned forward, taking her lips with his, kissing her so sweetly.
She melted at the kiss, her body sagging into him, her hands tickling his face. "Please, Jeff. Don't leave me. Stay here."
"I will not let Chris and Jay go out there alone." He answered, easing her from his lap. That said, he averted his gaze from hers and walked out the door.
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Christian paced at the curtain that led to the ramp. Uneasy, he knew they were starting momentarily. And he had to be ready.
"Jason."
He froze at her timid voice. She was behind him, but he wouldn't look at her. No, he couldn't. "Trish."
"Why, Jason?"
"Because I love you."
"If you love me, then don't."
"It doesn't work that way."
She sighed.
"I know why you don't think I love you. You don't think I'm passionate enough, that I'm not crazy about you. But you're wrong."
"Why would you never deepen a kiss?"
"Because a kiss is the most intimate action a couple can share. Despite what most think about it being sex ... it's not. It's a deep passionate kiss. Sex is driven by instinct and desire and ... you can't control yourself as well when brought to that level. But a kiss ... not a kiss. To share a deep kiss, everything intentional, you're aware of exactly what you're doing. Everything is injected into that one single display." He took a few steps from her. "Terry is our partner. You might want to go wish him luck."
Christian squeezed his eyes shut, feeling her walk away from him. No. He was not going to cry. God Damn it! He had a match to be ready for. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself. He watched as Jeff and Chris walked up to the curtain, waiting for their entrance. Ducking his head, he walked to the curtain as well.
His eyes glanced up and he spotted Rhyno with Trish. Her arms around his neck in a hug, the big man's head buried in her neck. Clenching his teeth, he turned, not wanting to see that anymore. But the masochist that he is, Christian looked again. And saw Trish kissing Rhyno on the cheek.
Blazing with anger and jealousy, he stepped right to the curtain, ignoring any and everything around him. Hell was about to break loose.
Eric Bischoff stepped out from behind the curtain, that steel dome standing tall and proud before him. "The rules for this match are simple." He began. "This is an eight man team elimination match. The final team standing will be victorious. The match will start out with four men in the ring and then at five minute intervals, another two men will be allowed entrance until all men are in the ring. Elimination is buy pinfall or submission only ..."
Eric continued explaining the match and Christian paced backstage. When the voice died off, all knew what was about to come, and the RAW guys were set to enter first. Jericho's music hit, Chris with a sigh, stepped out onto the ramp.
Biting his lip, Christian continued to pace. Eventually Chris's music died off and Rhyno's started. The man beast walking to the curtain paused by Christian, placing a hand on the blonde man's shoulder. "I'm still going out there. And we're gonna win. You're one mighty lucky man." That said, Rhyno walked through the curtain. Christian furrowed his brow, what the hell was that all about.
As Rhyno's music continued to play, Christian's attention was drawn elsewhere. A tear streaked redhead, charging their way. "Jeff, Please." She called, racing right up to the Hardy.
Jeff turned, surprised when she threw herself into his arms. "Honey, I ..."
"If I don't let go of you, you can't go out there."
Sighing, Jeff only shook his head. "I'm goin' out there." He drawled. Then looked up, finding Test right there, the large man grabbing hold of the redhead and prying her away. Jeff's music hit, loud and blaring and he looked on at the sad eyed diva, Test holding the woman back. Jeff grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing the open palm once, again, then closed his eyes as he raced through the curtain. Lita cried out, turning in Test's arms to hug him tightly, the bigger man rubbing her back, comforting the sobbing woman.
Christian turned his attention back to the ramp, trying to get worked up for what he deemed to be pretty much his own death. He heard her voice then, from behind.
"I know I can't stop you from going out there." He didn't resist when Trish put a hand on his arm, turning him to face her. She looked up at him, very carefully then smiled. "So knock 'em all to hell for me." His eyes widened as she cupped his head, bringing him to her and crashing their lips together, her kiss so raw and pure and ...
Christian banded his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, wanting to hold her just as long as he could. He swooped his tongue over her lower lip, slipping it inside to explore and she collapsed against him. The feeling, the emotion, the passion, everything she could feel through that deep kiss ... it was everything she'd been wanting and here he was. Christian was the man she wanted, the man to give her what she needed.
Breathless, he pulled back as his music began to play. Reaching out, he touched her cheek. "Do you see what I mean?"
She nodded absently then shook off her worry to smile at him. "Make me proud, Baby."
Christian pressed his lips to hers urgently, giving her a fierce deep kiss, one that left her head spinning, her body weak. Then he quickly tore away, walking out the curtain to the scream of thousands of spectators.
*** And so the build-up to the match is concluded. The Match is to come. Review me, peeps. Come on***