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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Jericho paced impatiently in his cell. Everyone was already in the ring. Everyone but he and HHH. And Jericho wanted in and wanted in now. He watched helpless as his friends were tossed around the ring, and all he could do was watch ... until his turn.
Jeff's body lay limp in the corner of the ring, a pool of his own blood staining the canvas a hideous crimson. His face busted open, the grating of the steel chains marring his forehead.
Christian knew he couldn't give up. Staggering to his feet, he charged at Matt Hardy, knocking the man away from his little brother and both men tumbled through the ropes, landing hard on the steel grating.
The Big Show wasted no time, stepping over Edge and right to Rhyno, grabbing the man beast by the throat and chokeslamming him to the mat. Then with a sinister glare, the giant walked to the little Hardy, wrapping that big hand around the limp man's throat. Jeff couldn't fight, could barely react as The Big Show lifted him into the air. But was very aware as he was carried by his throat to another corner of the ring. Oh No ... he knew what was coming.
With a loud cry, Big Show lifted the Hardy high, then using all his might, threw the much smaller man over the turnbuckle, and through the fiber glass of Chris Jericho's cell. The momentum broke the glass, the Hardy falling through and onto Chris, the blonde collapsing under the body and shards.
Chris could barely move, Jeff's body lying on his, the broken glass everywhere, cutting into both men's skin. Carefully, Chris slithered out of the rubble, making his way to his feet and saw a laughing Big Show. Glancing down at his chest, Chris couldn't contain his anger. The blood, Jeff lying helpless in the mass of plastic shards.
Clenching his teeth, Chris charged head straight into the giant ... the same time that Rhyno speared him from behind. Big Show screamed, collapsing to his knees as Jericho and Rhyno continued to beat relentlessly. Chris and Rhyno shared a look and Jericho ran to Jeff while Rhyno made the pin.
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3 ...
Chris dove to the Hardy, carefully moving all the glass to the side. "Jeff." But his actions were hindered when Matt attacked him from behind, breaking a large piece of glass over his head. Chris whited out, not sure what the hell was going on. But when his vision cleared, he was lying on that grating, a ways away from Jeff and he glanced to the ring to see Edge spear Rhyno and make the pin.
Swallowing hard, Chris gathered his bearings ... but then heard the familiar cry, that taunt ... he looked up. Matt Hardy standing on the turnbuckle making the gun signs ... then jumped, landing a leg drop right across Chris's chest. Matt smiled, getting back up on the turnbuckle again.
But Christian grabbed the Hardy's hair, snapmaring him onto the steel grating. Christian stepped into the ring, kicking a half conscious Edge ... and that's when HHH's cage opened.
HHH stepped out and into the ring, laughing at what he thought a pitiful display. Standing behind Christian, he simply waited ... stalked and waited.
Jeff slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. His body, broken; blood everywhere and he didn't even know if it was his. His vision focusing, the first thing he saw was Christian in the ring, and HHH to his back ... no ... no, he couldn't.
Jeff wrapped his fingers around the chains of the chamber, pulling himself to his feet. He had to do something ... anything. Picking up a piece of that plastic glass, he staggered to the ropes. His eyes met Christian's and he mouthed the word 'Duck'. Christian's eyes widened and he dropped to the floor just as Jeff bounced up onto the rope springboarding right to HHH and cracking that plastic right over Hunter's head.
Jeff hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from his lungs, his body so sore and he was so weak ... that attack taking most of what he had left. Hunter fell backwards, hitting the mat, his head broken open. Looks like bleeding would be a common trait.
Christian stood, looking around the ring. He was the only man standing. Not sure what to do, he raked his hands through his hair. Then he thought he heard someone calling his name. Glancing around ... he was right. Trish was standing outside the chamber. He looked at her, confused. What the hell was she doing out here? Then he heard her.
"PIN ONE!" she cried, banging the chain wall to get his attention.
Her words clicking, Christian quickly made up his mind, falling on top of HHH.
1 ...
2 ...
But Hunter kicked out. Intent on pinning the larger man, Christian stood, staring down at Hunter who still lay practically motionless. A crazy idea coming to mind, he grabbed Hunters hand, pulling him closer to the edge of the ring. That done, Christian slipped through the ropes.
Making absolutely sure not to make eye contact with Trish, he began to climb the chain wall. He heard her cry, her call for him to stop, begging him to get down. But he didn't.
He just needed to wait until HHH was in position. But a loud crack rang out, and Christian was attacked from behind, a steel chair impacting his back with a sick THWAK. The force so hard, Christian lost his grip, his one foot tangling in the chains as he fell backwards, suspended upside down from the chained wall by only his ankle.
His eyes focusing, Christian realized it was Matt Hardy who hit him with that chair. How the hell had a chair gotten in the chamber. But Christian didn't have time to think as Matt brutally continued his attack on Christian, beating the blonde man repeatedly in the chest, actually bruising and breaking the skin.
Christian could barely hear Trish's cries at each impact, his ribs feeling about to explode. Then the assault ended, and his eyes slit open.
Jeff was attacking his brother. The younger Hardy using everything in him to try and bring down his larger opponent. Eventually, Jeff managed to bring his brother to the floor, Matt lying barely conscious on the steel grating. That's when Jeff got an idea.
"No, Jeff." Christian cried as Jeff began to climb the chain wall, positioning himself on top of one of those cells. "Jeff, don't do it."
Jeff looked down at his brother, then to the fans then back to his brother. Closing his eyes and exhaling, he turned around, letting Christian breathe a sigh of relief, thinking he wouldn't jump. Jeff did jump, moonsaulting off the top of that cell onto his brother, who lay helpless on the steel grating.
But Jeff had too much momentum. The moonsault didn't hit well, Jeff impacting Matt too high on the chest, and the younger Hardy's hips smacked sickly against the steel. Jeff's eyes widened, his mouth agape in a silent cry at the landing. He landed wrong. Bouncing limply, Jeff rolled with the momentum and curled into himself a moment.
Christian whimpered when he felt someone touching him again. He opened his eyes to see HHH grinning menacingly. Despite Trish's pleas for Hunter to leave her man alone, HHH pushed Christian up, holding the younger man right side up by the back. Christian didn't have the strength to fight, those chair shots really doing a number on him. HHH carefully climbed the wall, positioning himself under Christian, in prime position, for a backdrop.
Christian couldn't fight as Hunter disentangled his leg then pushed off the wall, landing a backdrop into the ring. Christian bounced right off the canvas with the harsh impact. After a few moments of recovery on both men, HHH draped an arm over Christian.
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He tried to kick out.
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But couldn't. And Christian was eliminated. As the referee rolled him to the door of the chamber, Trish was right there, catching him and falling to the ground with his weight. Christian licked his lips. "I'm sorry ... I failed you." He blacked out.
No one heard Trish's cry as Jericho landed a lionsault on Matt Hardy, quickly covering, laying limply over the eldest Hardy.
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Thank God, Jericho rolled off, lying on his back at the center of the ring. HHH still barely conscious to one side, Edge staggering to his feet at one of the corners, Chris pushed himself up, trying to stand. His eyes searching for Jeff, he found the young man trying to get to his feet. Once standing shakily, Jeff took a step, but his mouth opened in agony and he collapsed back to the steel grating.
Edge and Jericho simply looked at each other then back to Jeff. Chris called his name, stumbling forward a few feet, Edge doing the same. "JEFF!" Edge called and Chris looked to the other blonde slightly confused but then back to the Hardy.
Using his arms, Jeff pulled himself to the ropes, struggling to pull himself up. After a few moments, he hung his arms over the top rope, just hanging as he looked at the two blondes. The Canadian's waited, as if seeing something in Jeff's eyes.
Jeff swallowed hard, looking down at his lower half. He moved slightly, his hips rocking as if he were trying to ...
Chris's eyes widened. "Jeff?"
The Hardy couldn't stop his tears. "I ... I can't feel my legs."
The words hit Chris with a force that stunned; it was as if those words should never be placed in that order coming from Jeff's mouth. It was Edge who reacted, rushing to the Hardy and looking the young man in the eye. "Trust me, Jeff." He said and Jeff nodded. Edge carefully, grabbed the Hardy and lowered him to the ground. Then with a gentle hand, the blonde rolled Jeff into the ring and lay over him for the cover.
But Earl hesitated.
Edge glared at the referee. "Count the fucking pin!"
Earl jostled at the shout and fell to the ground.
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The pin counted, Edge stood, looking at Earl. "I quit. Count me out." Earl looked confused, but Edge just screamed louder at the older man. "I'm sick of this FUCKING SHIT! I QUIT!" That said, Edge gripped under Jeff's shoulders, pulling the man out of the ring and to the door. The cage door opened, Heyman standing there.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, ADAM?! GET BACK IN THAT RING!"
Edge flipped the man off, looking past him and hailing the med team. Two paramedics ran to him, a stretcher on the way. The Canadian moved out of the way as more medical technicians arrived. "He was in the ring and said he couldn't feel his legs."
When Edge tried to move away, Jeff reached for him, grabbing the man's hand. "Adam." Edge froze as Jeff was secured into the stretcher. Jeff simply looked up at him. "Adam, don't leave."
Edge smiled, squeezing Jeff's hand. "I ain't going anywhere, man. Don't worry."
But Jeff wouldn't let go of Edge's hand, and the blonde had to walk with them. As they got backstage, Lita and Test charged up, tears streaming down the woman's cheeks and Test shot the other blonde a nasty stare. But Jeff ignored them, squeezing Edge's hand. "Take care of her for me." Then his eyes widened. "Chris. Adam, don't let him stay in there alone. He won't give up. He'll never stay down. You have to help him."
Edge looked the Hardy right in the eye. "I will. I'll go help Chris. You hang on, ok? I'll take care of Chris. I'll take care of Ames. You just get outta here. Get to the hospital, ok?"
Jeff shook slightly, clenching his teeth a moment. "Don't let them get her."
"I won't. Now you have to let go ... so I can help Chris."
Reluctantly Jeff did, and the paramedics quickly wheeled that stretcher down the hall. Edge turned to go back out, but Test grabbed his arm. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Edge yanked his arm away, glaring at the larger man. "I'm helping Chris."
"And what the fuck is it to you?"
Edge bit his lip, wanting to just up and deck this man. "Obviously more than you could understand."
Test gritted his teeth. "And I'm just supposed to trust you?"
Edge glanced around, Trish watching him almost scared, Stacy hiding behind Test. Edge turned and charged back out the curtain. Edge skidded to a hault halfway down the ramp. Stephanie was at ringside, her hands gripping the chains. "CHRIS, PLEASE JUST GIVE UP!"
But Chris refused to listen. Hunter continued kicking, punching and tossing the smaller blonde man around the ring. His eyes glassing over, Chris caught a glimpse of Stephanie and he simply didn't respond to her presence. Instead he was helpless as Hunter picked him up, groggily by the hair and tossed him over the rope and onto that grating. Hunter stepped through the rope and prepped himself, waiting for Jericho to stand.
"JERICHO! DON'T YOU DARE STAND UP!"
Chris knew it was Stephanie's voice. Heard her distinct cry, but he couldn't listen. No, he had to fight and fight hard. Chris staggered to his feet, turning to face Hunter. His eyes widened in shock as Hunter picked him up with ease and landed a devastating spine buster right onto that grating. Chris cried out in pain.
White flashed through Chris's eyes, he couldn't feel anything anymore as Hunter continuously kicked and punched and kicked and it never ended. Then he was dragged to the center of the ring, and put in the figure four.
Chris threw his head back, crying out as his legs were stretched to an almost unbearable end. He could hear Stephanie ... barely as she banged on the chains, trying to get his attention. He glanced over, seeing Edge standing behind her, a worried look in his eyes as he watched. "TAP, CHRIS!" she cried. "PLEASE, TAP!"
Edge nodded slowly, putting a hand on Stephanie's shoulder. "Tap, Chris. It's not worth it."
He clenched his teeth a moment, his head falling back as the pain rushed up his legs to his back. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Panting he gathered the last of his strength and flung his body to one side, reversing the pressure. HHH screamed then broke the hold, quickly untangling their legs.
Chris had no strength, he couldn't move, couldn't roll over. He could hear Stephanie crying for him; hear Edge shouting words of encouragement. Why exactly was Edge rooting for him anyway? Then he didn't know what happened, but his legs were being pulled. He cried out as HHH applied a Deathlock. The pain shooting right up his back, never alleviating. He couldn't give up.
A loud crack resounded; the pressure was gone. Chris blacked out.
*** And only one more to go. I hope I did this match well, I was somewhat worried that it wouldn't, but I think it turned out ok. Review, Read, let me know.***
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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Jericho paced impatiently in his cell. Everyone was already in the ring. Everyone but he and HHH. And Jericho wanted in and wanted in now. He watched helpless as his friends were tossed around the ring, and all he could do was watch ... until his turn.
Jeff's body lay limp in the corner of the ring, a pool of his own blood staining the canvas a hideous crimson. His face busted open, the grating of the steel chains marring his forehead.
Christian knew he couldn't give up. Staggering to his feet, he charged at Matt Hardy, knocking the man away from his little brother and both men tumbled through the ropes, landing hard on the steel grating.
The Big Show wasted no time, stepping over Edge and right to Rhyno, grabbing the man beast by the throat and chokeslamming him to the mat. Then with a sinister glare, the giant walked to the little Hardy, wrapping that big hand around the limp man's throat. Jeff couldn't fight, could barely react as The Big Show lifted him into the air. But was very aware as he was carried by his throat to another corner of the ring. Oh No ... he knew what was coming.
With a loud cry, Big Show lifted the Hardy high, then using all his might, threw the much smaller man over the turnbuckle, and through the fiber glass of Chris Jericho's cell. The momentum broke the glass, the Hardy falling through and onto Chris, the blonde collapsing under the body and shards.
Chris could barely move, Jeff's body lying on his, the broken glass everywhere, cutting into both men's skin. Carefully, Chris slithered out of the rubble, making his way to his feet and saw a laughing Big Show. Glancing down at his chest, Chris couldn't contain his anger. The blood, Jeff lying helpless in the mass of plastic shards.
Clenching his teeth, Chris charged head straight into the giant ... the same time that Rhyno speared him from behind. Big Show screamed, collapsing to his knees as Jericho and Rhyno continued to beat relentlessly. Chris and Rhyno shared a look and Jericho ran to Jeff while Rhyno made the pin.
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3 ...
Chris dove to the Hardy, carefully moving all the glass to the side. "Jeff." But his actions were hindered when Matt attacked him from behind, breaking a large piece of glass over his head. Chris whited out, not sure what the hell was going on. But when his vision cleared, he was lying on that grating, a ways away from Jeff and he glanced to the ring to see Edge spear Rhyno and make the pin.
Swallowing hard, Chris gathered his bearings ... but then heard the familiar cry, that taunt ... he looked up. Matt Hardy standing on the turnbuckle making the gun signs ... then jumped, landing a leg drop right across Chris's chest. Matt smiled, getting back up on the turnbuckle again.
But Christian grabbed the Hardy's hair, snapmaring him onto the steel grating. Christian stepped into the ring, kicking a half conscious Edge ... and that's when HHH's cage opened.
HHH stepped out and into the ring, laughing at what he thought a pitiful display. Standing behind Christian, he simply waited ... stalked and waited.
Jeff slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. His body, broken; blood everywhere and he didn't even know if it was his. His vision focusing, the first thing he saw was Christian in the ring, and HHH to his back ... no ... no, he couldn't.
Jeff wrapped his fingers around the chains of the chamber, pulling himself to his feet. He had to do something ... anything. Picking up a piece of that plastic glass, he staggered to the ropes. His eyes met Christian's and he mouthed the word 'Duck'. Christian's eyes widened and he dropped to the floor just as Jeff bounced up onto the rope springboarding right to HHH and cracking that plastic right over Hunter's head.
Jeff hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from his lungs, his body so sore and he was so weak ... that attack taking most of what he had left. Hunter fell backwards, hitting the mat, his head broken open. Looks like bleeding would be a common trait.
Christian stood, looking around the ring. He was the only man standing. Not sure what to do, he raked his hands through his hair. Then he thought he heard someone calling his name. Glancing around ... he was right. Trish was standing outside the chamber. He looked at her, confused. What the hell was she doing out here? Then he heard her.
"PIN ONE!" she cried, banging the chain wall to get his attention.
Her words clicking, Christian quickly made up his mind, falling on top of HHH.
1 ...
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But Hunter kicked out. Intent on pinning the larger man, Christian stood, staring down at Hunter who still lay practically motionless. A crazy idea coming to mind, he grabbed Hunters hand, pulling him closer to the edge of the ring. That done, Christian slipped through the ropes.
Making absolutely sure not to make eye contact with Trish, he began to climb the chain wall. He heard her cry, her call for him to stop, begging him to get down. But he didn't.
He just needed to wait until HHH was in position. But a loud crack rang out, and Christian was attacked from behind, a steel chair impacting his back with a sick THWAK. The force so hard, Christian lost his grip, his one foot tangling in the chains as he fell backwards, suspended upside down from the chained wall by only his ankle.
His eyes focusing, Christian realized it was Matt Hardy who hit him with that chair. How the hell had a chair gotten in the chamber. But Christian didn't have time to think as Matt brutally continued his attack on Christian, beating the blonde man repeatedly in the chest, actually bruising and breaking the skin.
Christian could barely hear Trish's cries at each impact, his ribs feeling about to explode. Then the assault ended, and his eyes slit open.
Jeff was attacking his brother. The younger Hardy using everything in him to try and bring down his larger opponent. Eventually, Jeff managed to bring his brother to the floor, Matt lying barely conscious on the steel grating. That's when Jeff got an idea.
"No, Jeff." Christian cried as Jeff began to climb the chain wall, positioning himself on top of one of those cells. "Jeff, don't do it."
Jeff looked down at his brother, then to the fans then back to his brother. Closing his eyes and exhaling, he turned around, letting Christian breathe a sigh of relief, thinking he wouldn't jump. Jeff did jump, moonsaulting off the top of that cell onto his brother, who lay helpless on the steel grating.
But Jeff had too much momentum. The moonsault didn't hit well, Jeff impacting Matt too high on the chest, and the younger Hardy's hips smacked sickly against the steel. Jeff's eyes widened, his mouth agape in a silent cry at the landing. He landed wrong. Bouncing limply, Jeff rolled with the momentum and curled into himself a moment.
Christian whimpered when he felt someone touching him again. He opened his eyes to see HHH grinning menacingly. Despite Trish's pleas for Hunter to leave her man alone, HHH pushed Christian up, holding the younger man right side up by the back. Christian didn't have the strength to fight, those chair shots really doing a number on him. HHH carefully climbed the wall, positioning himself under Christian, in prime position, for a backdrop.
Christian couldn't fight as Hunter disentangled his leg then pushed off the wall, landing a backdrop into the ring. Christian bounced right off the canvas with the harsh impact. After a few moments of recovery on both men, HHH draped an arm over Christian.
1 ...
2 ...
He tried to kick out.
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But couldn't. And Christian was eliminated. As the referee rolled him to the door of the chamber, Trish was right there, catching him and falling to the ground with his weight. Christian licked his lips. "I'm sorry ... I failed you." He blacked out.
No one heard Trish's cry as Jericho landed a lionsault on Matt Hardy, quickly covering, laying limply over the eldest Hardy.
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Thank God, Jericho rolled off, lying on his back at the center of the ring. HHH still barely conscious to one side, Edge staggering to his feet at one of the corners, Chris pushed himself up, trying to stand. His eyes searching for Jeff, he found the young man trying to get to his feet. Once standing shakily, Jeff took a step, but his mouth opened in agony and he collapsed back to the steel grating.
Edge and Jericho simply looked at each other then back to Jeff. Chris called his name, stumbling forward a few feet, Edge doing the same. "JEFF!" Edge called and Chris looked to the other blonde slightly confused but then back to the Hardy.
Using his arms, Jeff pulled himself to the ropes, struggling to pull himself up. After a few moments, he hung his arms over the top rope, just hanging as he looked at the two blondes. The Canadian's waited, as if seeing something in Jeff's eyes.
Jeff swallowed hard, looking down at his lower half. He moved slightly, his hips rocking as if he were trying to ...
Chris's eyes widened. "Jeff?"
The Hardy couldn't stop his tears. "I ... I can't feel my legs."
The words hit Chris with a force that stunned; it was as if those words should never be placed in that order coming from Jeff's mouth. It was Edge who reacted, rushing to the Hardy and looking the young man in the eye. "Trust me, Jeff." He said and Jeff nodded. Edge carefully, grabbed the Hardy and lowered him to the ground. Then with a gentle hand, the blonde rolled Jeff into the ring and lay over him for the cover.
But Earl hesitated.
Edge glared at the referee. "Count the fucking pin!"
Earl jostled at the shout and fell to the ground.
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The pin counted, Edge stood, looking at Earl. "I quit. Count me out." Earl looked confused, but Edge just screamed louder at the older man. "I'm sick of this FUCKING SHIT! I QUIT!" That said, Edge gripped under Jeff's shoulders, pulling the man out of the ring and to the door. The cage door opened, Heyman standing there.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, ADAM?! GET BACK IN THAT RING!"
Edge flipped the man off, looking past him and hailing the med team. Two paramedics ran to him, a stretcher on the way. The Canadian moved out of the way as more medical technicians arrived. "He was in the ring and said he couldn't feel his legs."
When Edge tried to move away, Jeff reached for him, grabbing the man's hand. "Adam." Edge froze as Jeff was secured into the stretcher. Jeff simply looked up at him. "Adam, don't leave."
Edge smiled, squeezing Jeff's hand. "I ain't going anywhere, man. Don't worry."
But Jeff wouldn't let go of Edge's hand, and the blonde had to walk with them. As they got backstage, Lita and Test charged up, tears streaming down the woman's cheeks and Test shot the other blonde a nasty stare. But Jeff ignored them, squeezing Edge's hand. "Take care of her for me." Then his eyes widened. "Chris. Adam, don't let him stay in there alone. He won't give up. He'll never stay down. You have to help him."
Edge looked the Hardy right in the eye. "I will. I'll go help Chris. You hang on, ok? I'll take care of Chris. I'll take care of Ames. You just get outta here. Get to the hospital, ok?"
Jeff shook slightly, clenching his teeth a moment. "Don't let them get her."
"I won't. Now you have to let go ... so I can help Chris."
Reluctantly Jeff did, and the paramedics quickly wheeled that stretcher down the hall. Edge turned to go back out, but Test grabbed his arm. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Edge yanked his arm away, glaring at the larger man. "I'm helping Chris."
"And what the fuck is it to you?"
Edge bit his lip, wanting to just up and deck this man. "Obviously more than you could understand."
Test gritted his teeth. "And I'm just supposed to trust you?"
Edge glanced around, Trish watching him almost scared, Stacy hiding behind Test. Edge turned and charged back out the curtain. Edge skidded to a hault halfway down the ramp. Stephanie was at ringside, her hands gripping the chains. "CHRIS, PLEASE JUST GIVE UP!"
But Chris refused to listen. Hunter continued kicking, punching and tossing the smaller blonde man around the ring. His eyes glassing over, Chris caught a glimpse of Stephanie and he simply didn't respond to her presence. Instead he was helpless as Hunter picked him up, groggily by the hair and tossed him over the rope and onto that grating. Hunter stepped through the rope and prepped himself, waiting for Jericho to stand.
"JERICHO! DON'T YOU DARE STAND UP!"
Chris knew it was Stephanie's voice. Heard her distinct cry, but he couldn't listen. No, he had to fight and fight hard. Chris staggered to his feet, turning to face Hunter. His eyes widened in shock as Hunter picked him up with ease and landed a devastating spine buster right onto that grating. Chris cried out in pain.
White flashed through Chris's eyes, he couldn't feel anything anymore as Hunter continuously kicked and punched and kicked and it never ended. Then he was dragged to the center of the ring, and put in the figure four.
Chris threw his head back, crying out as his legs were stretched to an almost unbearable end. He could hear Stephanie ... barely as she banged on the chains, trying to get his attention. He glanced over, seeing Edge standing behind her, a worried look in his eyes as he watched. "TAP, CHRIS!" she cried. "PLEASE, TAP!"
Edge nodded slowly, putting a hand on Stephanie's shoulder. "Tap, Chris. It's not worth it."
He clenched his teeth a moment, his head falling back as the pain rushed up his legs to his back. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Panting he gathered the last of his strength and flung his body to one side, reversing the pressure. HHH screamed then broke the hold, quickly untangling their legs.
Chris had no strength, he couldn't move, couldn't roll over. He could hear Stephanie crying for him; hear Edge shouting words of encouragement. Why exactly was Edge rooting for him anyway? Then he didn't know what happened, but his legs were being pulled. He cried out as HHH applied a Deathlock. The pain shooting right up his back, never alleviating. He couldn't give up.
A loud crack resounded; the pressure was gone. Chris blacked out.
*** And only one more to go. I hope I did this match well, I was somewhat worried that it wouldn't, but I think it turned out ok. Review, Read, let me know.***