Disclaimer: I don't anyone (or anything) but XA/N!!
A/N: Glad to hear that you guys liked that last chapter a lot!! 11 more reviews until we hit the big 200!!!!!!!! Do you think that we can make it? You guys are all so awesome!! I love each and every one of you. I would mention all of you and how much I love each person, but that would take entirely too long. So, basically, thank you to each and every person who has reviewed this story and helped to keep the idea alive in my mind!! Thanks a million!!! BTW, in XA/N, you will have noticed that Rockie and Kazza are gone. They haven't reviewed in a while, so they don't really need to be in there. Which means that I have 2 free guys as of right now, if they come back, they will regain their spots. The Rock and Edge are currently up for grabs, if anyone wants them. BTW, if any other reviewer would like to be included in XA/N, let me know what name you want to go by and which guy you like the most. It can be any wrestler in the WWE. All right, I had to get that out, now on to the story!!
XA/N: We need Darth Vader suits and lava is squirting out of the ground....our lives all suck major butt, don't they? OK....
Vince is standing there laughing at all of us as the temperature of the world around us grows steadily higher and higher.
"Damn it!! I **know** that there is a way to get one of those things, but I just can't remember!!" Skittle screamed. Akila walked over and punched Skittle in the face.
"Well, you had best start remembering soon, or-" Akila yelled.
"Or what? You'll beat the snot out of me? Wow...I am soooooo scared!!!" Skittle sneered. Jeff began to take small steps backwards.
"Guys, guys, knock it off, I think that JB might have something cooked up that could work!!" Lizzie shouted. Akila and Skittle looked over at JB, who was trying desperately to shove a huge pile of wires back into a small box. Shawn was wrapped up in wires, trying to separate all of them out color wise. Jericho was trying desperately to shove the wires down in the box farther.
"Oh, screw this!" JB yelled. She picked up the box and hurled it into the nearest lava pool. "I'll just do this....." She said, then produced another black box identical to the one she just threw into the lava, and also identical to Vince's remote thingy.
"Anyone up for a Darth Vader suit?" she asked. Shawn was staring at her very intently.
"You could've done that the entire time, but you chose to tie me up in wires and try to fix the broken one?" he asked incredulously. She nodded innocently as Jericho began to laugh uncontrollably. Everyone quickly suited up in a Darth Vader suit and walked over to Vince.
"Let's play, biatch!!" Kurt yelled from behind. The whole group turned to face him.
"Biatch?"
"What? You thought it was funny-"
"Never mind." They turned back to Vince. "Time to fight, old geezer." Jericho said.
*
What is going to happen next?
What exactly were we fighting Vince over in the first place?
.......
Err...Uh....Tune in next time for the next installment of XA/N!!!
**
//Remember all the times that we used to play,
You were lost and I would save you//
Chris gripped his hands on the steering wheel. His newest CD was blaring through the speakers in his car, but he barely noticed them. He was determined to do the thing that he had been allowed to live to finish.
//I don't think those feeling will ever fade,
You born a part of me //
He was going to avenge a part of Cori's death that he had not completed the first time around.
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy//
Shawn thought that he had not acted on anything yet, but Chris had done his homework about Randy Orton. He knew almost everything about the young man. Where he lived, his home phone number, his cell phone number, etc. Chris no longer cared what happened to him after he did what he was going to do. His girlfriend would most likely be taken care of......by his best friend. His hands gripped the wheel only tighter.
//Don't take her smile away from me,
She's broken and I'm far away//
He didn't even need to interrogate Randy, he'd heard from several of the guys in the back that he had been seen around with Cori before she was killed. They were supposed to have been dating.
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
His "vision" in his coma, had failed to relate that small detail.
//Then I hope that you can hear me scream,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
He had also heard that Randy had gotten Cori's permission before sleeping with her. Rage began to bubble up at the thought of this. Tears began to obscure his vision. And, once again, it began to happen all over in his mind.
//When I sit and think of the days we shared,
And the nights you covered before me//
He began to see Cori as a little girl, holding a baseball bat, demanding to be taught how to play. How cute she had looked when she would ask to see pictures of her mother. How her face had filled with worry when he began to cry over the pictures. She would gently brush his tears away and assure him that they would make it through their hardships.
//Every little thing that I ever did,
You would stand by me //
He couldn't help but realize that she had been right all along.
//Every time you would cry it would take my wind,
My heart would break //
He didn't need to do this. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he pulled his vehicle over to the side of the road. He had lied to himself. He had lied to Shawn. He had thought that by doing this, he might be able to make everything ok. He would be out of the way, and everything could be okay again.
//If I could be strong like you were for me,
You are my faith //
He had finally realized that he was being selfish. He was trying to rid himself of the pain and the guilt that he had felt. What about the pain that Randy was feeling, if he was, indeed her boyfriend? What about Shawn? Chris winced. He was angry with Shawn for what he had done, sure, but could he **really** blame him, or Liz for that matter, for what had taken place? Could he honestly say that he would have been able to resist Liz when she had walked and talked like that? He did not feel guilty that he had watched the whole thing from the beginning. He knew that Liz had not walked in there intentionally wanting to do that. He had known that Shawn felt the same way.
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
He knew because he had set them up.
//Don't take her smile away from me,
She's broken and I'm far away //
He had needed the motive. Now, as he sat sobbing in his car, he realized how childish he was being and had been. He had an awesome life, but all he wanted was to kill himself, **just** to see his daughter's face once again. All he wanted was to feel Cori's hand brush those tears away one last time.
//If you made the world a stage for me,
Then I hope that you could hear me scream //
He never got to say goodbye.
//Can you hear me scream,
Can you hear me scream //
Chris stopped crying and contemplated what he was going to do next. He knew what he had come to this pier to do, but he also knew what would take the stronger man to do. Driving his car off the pier was the cowardly thing to do. He knew that going back and telling everyone everything was going to be hard- hell, almost impossible-but then again, he had gotten himself in this predicament by himself, now, hadn't he?
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
Chris moved his hand to shift the car in reverse, when a sudden jolt from behind sent his car lurching forwards. Chris whirled around and looked out the back window.
//Don't take her smile away from me,
She's broken and I'm far away//
The one member of Evolution that he hadn't gotten around to disposing of yet, that had nothing to do with the web of confusion that is Chris' life, Dave Batista, was ramming Chris' car off the pier.
// Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
Chris turned back around and tried to work his way against Batista's attempts, but his car was going to go into the water, no matter what. He began to fumble with the door, when he remembered the automatic locks.
// If you made the world a stage for me,
Then I hope that you could hear me scream //
Chris was distracted away from escaping the car when it did a flip into the water.
// I can't take this anymore//
His head cracked against the windshield, scattering his thoughts. Water was pouring in around him at an alarming rate. The back part of the car was still afloat. As the water neared his chest, Chris began to hack away at the window with his elbow. After his fifth try, and water was nearing his neck, the window shattered, letting more water flood in. Chris tried to swim up through the window, when he realized with horror that his seat belt was still on. Water was up to his chin and closing in fast at this point. He fumbled with the seat belt desperately. He came to a shocking conclusion that there are such things as death wishes and actually wanting to die. Chris took out a huge of air and was fully submerged. The car was slowly starting to sink. His lungs began to want air, they felt like they were being crushed, as if someone was sitting on him. He winced horribly, and sacrificed a lot of air. Air, that he wasn't going to get back.
// I can't take this anymore//
The car began to sink at a faster rate, and Chris knew somehow that the back of the car had finally gone under. The belt finally released him, but at this point he was beginning to lose consciousness. His world was getting smaller. He managed to make it out of the car, when fear seized him. He needed air, but he took in a huge gulp of water. He swam towards the surface the best that he could, but eventually, he lost his grip on life, and stopped swimming. His body landed on a piece of the car that was floating up, and it took him up with it.
//Won't you take and give her pain to me //
The lifeless body of Chris Irvine surfaced, but no one was in sight. An eerie white light surrounded him. His daughter's spirit was sitting on the driftwood with him, stroking his face. She was whispering to him, but he could not hear her.
//Cause my whole life I've made mistakes //
"It's not your time, Daddy. Someone will find you. It's not your time...."
**
Reviews? Song is "Cure My Tragedy (A Letter to God)" by Cold on their new album, Year of the Spider.
A/N: Glad to hear that you guys liked that last chapter a lot!! 11 more reviews until we hit the big 200!!!!!!!! Do you think that we can make it? You guys are all so awesome!! I love each and every one of you. I would mention all of you and how much I love each person, but that would take entirely too long. So, basically, thank you to each and every person who has reviewed this story and helped to keep the idea alive in my mind!! Thanks a million!!! BTW, in XA/N, you will have noticed that Rockie and Kazza are gone. They haven't reviewed in a while, so they don't really need to be in there. Which means that I have 2 free guys as of right now, if they come back, they will regain their spots. The Rock and Edge are currently up for grabs, if anyone wants them. BTW, if any other reviewer would like to be included in XA/N, let me know what name you want to go by and which guy you like the most. It can be any wrestler in the WWE. All right, I had to get that out, now on to the story!!
XA/N: We need Darth Vader suits and lava is squirting out of the ground....our lives all suck major butt, don't they? OK....
Vince is standing there laughing at all of us as the temperature of the world around us grows steadily higher and higher.
"Damn it!! I **know** that there is a way to get one of those things, but I just can't remember!!" Skittle screamed. Akila walked over and punched Skittle in the face.
"Well, you had best start remembering soon, or-" Akila yelled.
"Or what? You'll beat the snot out of me? Wow...I am soooooo scared!!!" Skittle sneered. Jeff began to take small steps backwards.
"Guys, guys, knock it off, I think that JB might have something cooked up that could work!!" Lizzie shouted. Akila and Skittle looked over at JB, who was trying desperately to shove a huge pile of wires back into a small box. Shawn was wrapped up in wires, trying to separate all of them out color wise. Jericho was trying desperately to shove the wires down in the box farther.
"Oh, screw this!" JB yelled. She picked up the box and hurled it into the nearest lava pool. "I'll just do this....." She said, then produced another black box identical to the one she just threw into the lava, and also identical to Vince's remote thingy.
"Anyone up for a Darth Vader suit?" she asked. Shawn was staring at her very intently.
"You could've done that the entire time, but you chose to tie me up in wires and try to fix the broken one?" he asked incredulously. She nodded innocently as Jericho began to laugh uncontrollably. Everyone quickly suited up in a Darth Vader suit and walked over to Vince.
"Let's play, biatch!!" Kurt yelled from behind. The whole group turned to face him.
"Biatch?"
"What? You thought it was funny-"
"Never mind." They turned back to Vince. "Time to fight, old geezer." Jericho said.
*
What is going to happen next?
What exactly were we fighting Vince over in the first place?
.......
Err...Uh....Tune in next time for the next installment of XA/N!!!
**
//Remember all the times that we used to play,
You were lost and I would save you//
Chris gripped his hands on the steering wheel. His newest CD was blaring through the speakers in his car, but he barely noticed them. He was determined to do the thing that he had been allowed to live to finish.
//I don't think those feeling will ever fade,
You born a part of me //
He was going to avenge a part of Cori's death that he had not completed the first time around.
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy//
Shawn thought that he had not acted on anything yet, but Chris had done his homework about Randy Orton. He knew almost everything about the young man. Where he lived, his home phone number, his cell phone number, etc. Chris no longer cared what happened to him after he did what he was going to do. His girlfriend would most likely be taken care of......by his best friend. His hands gripped the wheel only tighter.
//Don't take her smile away from me,
She's broken and I'm far away//
He didn't even need to interrogate Randy, he'd heard from several of the guys in the back that he had been seen around with Cori before she was killed. They were supposed to have been dating.
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
His "vision" in his coma, had failed to relate that small detail.
//Then I hope that you can hear me scream,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
He had also heard that Randy had gotten Cori's permission before sleeping with her. Rage began to bubble up at the thought of this. Tears began to obscure his vision. And, once again, it began to happen all over in his mind.
//When I sit and think of the days we shared,
And the nights you covered before me//
He began to see Cori as a little girl, holding a baseball bat, demanding to be taught how to play. How cute she had looked when she would ask to see pictures of her mother. How her face had filled with worry when he began to cry over the pictures. She would gently brush his tears away and assure him that they would make it through their hardships.
//Every little thing that I ever did,
You would stand by me //
He couldn't help but realize that she had been right all along.
//Every time you would cry it would take my wind,
My heart would break //
He didn't need to do this. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he pulled his vehicle over to the side of the road. He had lied to himself. He had lied to Shawn. He had thought that by doing this, he might be able to make everything ok. He would be out of the way, and everything could be okay again.
//If I could be strong like you were for me,
You are my faith //
He had finally realized that he was being selfish. He was trying to rid himself of the pain and the guilt that he had felt. What about the pain that Randy was feeling, if he was, indeed her boyfriend? What about Shawn? Chris winced. He was angry with Shawn for what he had done, sure, but could he **really** blame him, or Liz for that matter, for what had taken place? Could he honestly say that he would have been able to resist Liz when she had walked and talked like that? He did not feel guilty that he had watched the whole thing from the beginning. He knew that Liz had not walked in there intentionally wanting to do that. He had known that Shawn felt the same way.
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
He knew because he had set them up.
//Don't take her smile away from me,
She's broken and I'm far away //
He had needed the motive. Now, as he sat sobbing in his car, he realized how childish he was being and had been. He had an awesome life, but all he wanted was to kill himself, **just** to see his daughter's face once again. All he wanted was to feel Cori's hand brush those tears away one last time.
//If you made the world a stage for me,
Then I hope that you could hear me scream //
He never got to say goodbye.
//Can you hear me scream,
Can you hear me scream //
Chris stopped crying and contemplated what he was going to do next. He knew what he had come to this pier to do, but he also knew what would take the stronger man to do. Driving his car off the pier was the cowardly thing to do. He knew that going back and telling everyone everything was going to be hard- hell, almost impossible-but then again, he had gotten himself in this predicament by himself, now, hadn't he?
//Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
Chris moved his hand to shift the car in reverse, when a sudden jolt from behind sent his car lurching forwards. Chris whirled around and looked out the back window.
//Don't take her smile away from me,
She's broken and I'm far away//
The one member of Evolution that he hadn't gotten around to disposing of yet, that had nothing to do with the web of confusion that is Chris' life, Dave Batista, was ramming Chris' car off the pier.
// Won't you cure my tragedy,
Won't you cure my tragedy //
Chris turned back around and tried to work his way against Batista's attempts, but his car was going to go into the water, no matter what. He began to fumble with the door, when he remembered the automatic locks.
// If you made the world a stage for me,
Then I hope that you could hear me scream //
Chris was distracted away from escaping the car when it did a flip into the water.
// I can't take this anymore//
His head cracked against the windshield, scattering his thoughts. Water was pouring in around him at an alarming rate. The back part of the car was still afloat. As the water neared his chest, Chris began to hack away at the window with his elbow. After his fifth try, and water was nearing his neck, the window shattered, letting more water flood in. Chris tried to swim up through the window, when he realized with horror that his seat belt was still on. Water was up to his chin and closing in fast at this point. He fumbled with the seat belt desperately. He came to a shocking conclusion that there are such things as death wishes and actually wanting to die. Chris took out a huge of air and was fully submerged. The car was slowly starting to sink. His lungs began to want air, they felt like they were being crushed, as if someone was sitting on him. He winced horribly, and sacrificed a lot of air. Air, that he wasn't going to get back.
// I can't take this anymore//
The car began to sink at a faster rate, and Chris knew somehow that the back of the car had finally gone under. The belt finally released him, but at this point he was beginning to lose consciousness. His world was getting smaller. He managed to make it out of the car, when fear seized him. He needed air, but he took in a huge gulp of water. He swam towards the surface the best that he could, but eventually, he lost his grip on life, and stopped swimming. His body landed on a piece of the car that was floating up, and it took him up with it.
//Won't you take and give her pain to me //
The lifeless body of Chris Irvine surfaced, but no one was in sight. An eerie white light surrounded him. His daughter's spirit was sitting on the driftwood with him, stroking his face. She was whispering to him, but he could not hear her.
//Cause my whole life I've made mistakes //
"It's not your time, Daddy. Someone will find you. It's not your time...."
**
Reviews? Song is "Cure My Tragedy (A Letter to God)" by Cold on their new album, Year of the Spider.