Pride, Prejudice and Eddie
Rating: R for sex in later chapters, and sexual situations
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: An AU fic based on the prejudice and overly american angle crap they have as Bradshaw angle on Smackdown!- Bradshaw is a wealthy buisness man who leaves his lover at home when a certain repair man comes to fix the out door hot tub... slash
After saying his good byes to Chris, Eddie started off toward his van. He gave one last longing look at the exquisite mansion before pulling away from the curb. Chris was the madien inside the castle, and he pictured himself as the sly, sneaky thief about to save him from the evil king. Which was exactly necessary to do. The longer Chris stayed in there, the harder it would be to make him leave all of those riches.
Eddie began driving, turning on to the interstate. Him and his brothers lived in a tiny apartment in the slums- mostly to avoid getting caught for all the misdoings that they had done. The Guererros were just as skilled as any jewel thief, with the will of any bank robber. And Eddie was the most determined of the bunch. What started as only a way to earn money for their mother's operation about a decade ago, turned into the family buisness. Eddie even left high school to become the accomplished thief that he was today. His job was to scope out a potiental house to free of it's riches, then report back to his eldest brother- Chavo- with a list of what could be taken easily. Then, Chavo's son- also named Chavo (Chavito to end the confusion) could find fakes to replace the valuables with. By time the Guererros were completed, and the poor saps noticed... They were laughing all the way to the bank.
Eddie turned onto the off ramp, dodging a pile of broken glass. This part of the city had seen better days, definately. Once it was very profitable, but as it traveled through the last few decades, fell into disrepair. He pulled up infront of a red brick apartment house in the latino section of town that looked like it could house fifty apartments at least. He dodged the woman breast feeding her baby, her other kids playing on the stairs, and a stray dog that ran out of the building when he opened the door. Sighing, he knew he couldn't bring Chris here. He walked down the hall and opened up the door.
Their apartment was small, mostly due to the piles of paintings, silver treasures, jewelry, and other such things piled high up against the walls. Chavito was on the couch, going over the list of inventory. "Hey Uncle Eddie!"
"Chavito." Eddie said jumping over the top of the couch to land besdie him. "Here's the list."
"Cool thanks! ...Damn... Look at all this stuff! Guy must have dollar bills he uses as tissues or somethin'." Chavo murmured as he glanced over the list.
"Yeah... Enough money so that he'd never know what was missing. Or if what he had was really authentic enough to cause suspicion."
"Whats the matter, Uncle Eddie? Usually a job like this would make you happy!" Chavo said leaning over to look his uncle in the eye.
"Chavito... You ever been in love?"
Chavo blushed slightly. "Kinda... There's this girl Nidia who lives on the forth floor..."
"Ah well, I think I'm in love." Eddie muttered looking down at the ground.
"Oh! With who? Molly down the hallway?"
"Nah, she's scary homes."
"Christian on the fifth floor?"
"He's even worse!"
"Then who?!"
Eddie sighed and pulled out a bottle of water from the cooler on the side of the couch. "The guy we're about to rob's little wife. He's beautiful, ese! Three inches taller than me, long, soft blond hair, pretty blue eyes that sparkle when he laughs... A sweet, loving man who needs me to take him away from there."
"Uncle Eddie... You realise that stealing a person's alot harder than taking a candle stick..."
"I know I know! And on the ride over here I made a decision. I'm going to try and make him leave with me of his own free will.. But I can't take him back here- He got used to living in those riches and the lap of luxery. So I made a decision... A job like this one's going to take a couple of months to do correctly... I'm going to get my G.E.D. and get a real career."
"You mean like a lawyer or somethin'?"
Eddie 'hmmed' at that one, looking up to the chipping paint on the walls thoughtfully. "Yeah, Edwardo Guererro ESQ.! I can see that! Or maybe Dr. Guererro! Something that I can make a lot of money in so that Chris can be proud of me, and want to leave that Layfield guy."
"Wait... John Bradshaw Layfield?"
"Yeah, that's him..."
"He's a financial consultant for Calloway Industries... Why don't you beat him at his own game? No one's better suited for a financial consultant than a thief..."
"Chavito! That's a brillant idea! Eddie Guererro, financial consulant." He grinned and jumped to his feet. "I've got a few calls to make- when your dad gets home, have him come see me. We have a few things to go over."
TBC
Rating: R for sex in later chapters, and sexual situations
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: An AU fic based on the prejudice and overly american angle crap they have as Bradshaw angle on Smackdown!- Bradshaw is a wealthy buisness man who leaves his lover at home when a certain repair man comes to fix the out door hot tub... slash
After saying his good byes to Chris, Eddie started off toward his van. He gave one last longing look at the exquisite mansion before pulling away from the curb. Chris was the madien inside the castle, and he pictured himself as the sly, sneaky thief about to save him from the evil king. Which was exactly necessary to do. The longer Chris stayed in there, the harder it would be to make him leave all of those riches.
Eddie began driving, turning on to the interstate. Him and his brothers lived in a tiny apartment in the slums- mostly to avoid getting caught for all the misdoings that they had done. The Guererros were just as skilled as any jewel thief, with the will of any bank robber. And Eddie was the most determined of the bunch. What started as only a way to earn money for their mother's operation about a decade ago, turned into the family buisness. Eddie even left high school to become the accomplished thief that he was today. His job was to scope out a potiental house to free of it's riches, then report back to his eldest brother- Chavo- with a list of what could be taken easily. Then, Chavo's son- also named Chavo (Chavito to end the confusion) could find fakes to replace the valuables with. By time the Guererros were completed, and the poor saps noticed... They were laughing all the way to the bank.
Eddie turned onto the off ramp, dodging a pile of broken glass. This part of the city had seen better days, definately. Once it was very profitable, but as it traveled through the last few decades, fell into disrepair. He pulled up infront of a red brick apartment house in the latino section of town that looked like it could house fifty apartments at least. He dodged the woman breast feeding her baby, her other kids playing on the stairs, and a stray dog that ran out of the building when he opened the door. Sighing, he knew he couldn't bring Chris here. He walked down the hall and opened up the door.
Their apartment was small, mostly due to the piles of paintings, silver treasures, jewelry, and other such things piled high up against the walls. Chavito was on the couch, going over the list of inventory. "Hey Uncle Eddie!"
"Chavito." Eddie said jumping over the top of the couch to land besdie him. "Here's the list."
"Cool thanks! ...Damn... Look at all this stuff! Guy must have dollar bills he uses as tissues or somethin'." Chavo murmured as he glanced over the list.
"Yeah... Enough money so that he'd never know what was missing. Or if what he had was really authentic enough to cause suspicion."
"Whats the matter, Uncle Eddie? Usually a job like this would make you happy!" Chavo said leaning over to look his uncle in the eye.
"Chavito... You ever been in love?"
Chavo blushed slightly. "Kinda... There's this girl Nidia who lives on the forth floor..."
"Ah well, I think I'm in love." Eddie muttered looking down at the ground.
"Oh! With who? Molly down the hallway?"
"Nah, she's scary homes."
"Christian on the fifth floor?"
"He's even worse!"
"Then who?!"
Eddie sighed and pulled out a bottle of water from the cooler on the side of the couch. "The guy we're about to rob's little wife. He's beautiful, ese! Three inches taller than me, long, soft blond hair, pretty blue eyes that sparkle when he laughs... A sweet, loving man who needs me to take him away from there."
"Uncle Eddie... You realise that stealing a person's alot harder than taking a candle stick..."
"I know I know! And on the ride over here I made a decision. I'm going to try and make him leave with me of his own free will.. But I can't take him back here- He got used to living in those riches and the lap of luxery. So I made a decision... A job like this one's going to take a couple of months to do correctly... I'm going to get my G.E.D. and get a real career."
"You mean like a lawyer or somethin'?"
Eddie 'hmmed' at that one, looking up to the chipping paint on the walls thoughtfully. "Yeah, Edwardo Guererro ESQ.! I can see that! Or maybe Dr. Guererro! Something that I can make a lot of money in so that Chris can be proud of me, and want to leave that Layfield guy."
"Wait... John Bradshaw Layfield?"
"Yeah, that's him..."
"He's a financial consultant for Calloway Industries... Why don't you beat him at his own game? No one's better suited for a financial consultant than a thief..."
"Chavito! That's a brillant idea! Eddie Guererro, financial consulant." He grinned and jumped to his feet. "I've got a few calls to make- when your dad gets home, have him come see me. We have a few things to go over."
TBC