Title: Endless Love
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
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April 19, 2004
Edge let out a huge hoot, whipping his hair back out of his eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, Baby!" He punched at the air. "Oh yeah, Baby. Yeah!" He pushed into his locker room, tossing his new belt on the bench. His new belt. His belt. Oooo, he liked the sound of that. His belt.
Smiling brightly, he gathered all his belongings, throwing them into his duffel bag.
"Hey, man."
Edge turned, his smile broadening when he saw who stood in the doorway.
Chris Jericho walked into the room, letting the door close behind him. "Congradu-fucking-lations, man. That ... that is absolutely great."
"Thanks," Edge answered, a proud smile on his face. "You wouldn't believe it, how I feel, man. I mean ... I mean this is just so awesome. So ... so awesome."
"I believe it." Chris said. "I know what it's like to hold a belt, especially one that you never expected to win. It's something and there's nothing like it."
Edge nodded, sitting down on the bench. "Hey, man. Can ... can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Chris answered, fixing his jacket. "What's on your mind?"
"How can you hit her?"
"Ah," Chris's face dropped, seriousness setting in. "The Monday before Backlash ... she chick kicked me and ... and it really knocked me out. When I got back to my locker room, I looked at myself in the mirror." He sighed. "She busted me open, Edge. I ... I had a cut and I was bleeding. She ... She keeps trying to hurt me, trying to break me and I will not break."
Edge kept silent.
"But still," Chris continued. "Even last night, I couldn't put pressure in the Walls."
"But you could take her head off with a clothesline. And springboard onto her tonight. And whip her into the ring and knock her off the apron. You're trying to hurt her."
"Don't judge me!" Chris yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the other man. "Don't you dare judge me because you have no idea, ok? None."
Edge raised his hands defensively. "Ok. Ok, man. I don't wanna fight. I ... I was just wondering how you can claim to love her and then strike her."
"You're judging me."
"No, I'm not." Edge answered. "I'm really not. I just ... How could you turn your love to hate so fast?"
"Jilted ... Lover." Chris said slowly, pointing at his chest. "Jilted ... lover. I can't help it. I don't know when it happened but ... I ... I hate her. I hate every single fiber of her lying bitch whore being."
Shocked, Edge's eyes only widened.
Chris laughed, sadistically, sinisterly as a different, odd glint flickered in his eyes. "I hate her. I hate him. It's all I can do. I want to see him in pain. I want her to suffer, to feel the way I do. I want her to know what it feels like to know such pain that you feel dead."
Saddened, Edge cocked his head. "I hear you're sleeping with Lita."
"It was a one time deal." Chris said with bitterness. "Lita and I are friends, good friends and we both needed each other, we needed that from each other and it was once and no more. We're still friends, great friends, but I haven't slept with her since that one time. Once, that was it. And I have no idea what Matt Hardy is doing, but that's Lita's business and not mine."
"I ... I just can't believe that you hate her."
"The sincerest of loves ... can turn into the deepest of hates." Chris snarled. "I figured you'd be the king at knowing that."
Edge's eyes darkened, fired with a harsh intensity. "How dare you?" He breathed, his voice trembling with rage. "How fucking dare you, you little prick."
"It's the truth."
Edge pointed. "You have no right to bring any of that up. No right."
"But it's the truth."
"And is it not the truth that you're taking your aggression out on a woman. The woman you claim to have loved. I never did that. No matter what she did to me, I could never ... NEVER attack her, or even want to hurt her." Edge scoffed a smile. "What a real man you are, Chris? Attacking a woman. Real man."
Growling his frustration, Chris turned towards the door, leaving.
"That's right," Edge coaxed. "You run, you little prick. Asshole, you better run. You know I'm right!"
The door swung shut.
Growling his anger, Edge threw his boots across the room, raking his hands angrily through his hair. "God Fucking DAMN IT!"
A knock.
"WHAT!"
The door creaked open, a tiny blonde head poking inside. "I ... I'm sorry. I ..."
Edge sighed, upset at himself for losing so much control. He shook his head. "No no. I'm sorry. Come on in. It's ok."
Stacy Keibler licked her lips, nervously stepping inside and letting the door close. She was wary, staying a good ways away from him and close to the door.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, honey. I'm sorry. It's just ..."
"I saw Chris leave."
Edge laughed. "That would be the prick I was yelling at. Not you." He smiled, walking towards her and taking her hand gently with his. "It's been so long since I've seen you. How are you? What's new, what's going on?"
"What do you know about Trish?"
Edge's face dropped. "Jeez, you get right to the point, don't you?"
Stacy giggled, ducking her head. "Yeah, I ... I guess I do."
Edge licked his lips, leading her towards the bench and motioning for her to sit. "Why do you ask?"
Stacy looked up at him sadly. "Trish cried in my arms last week. She found out about Chris and Lita. And then she just broke down."
"Did Trish talk to you?"
Stacy shook her head. "No ... she ... she wouldn't say anything and I'm actually worried. Something's just not right. I don't understand. I mean, this doesn't make sense. And ... and I saw Trish standing outside your door."
"When?" Edge's voice quivered, nerves prominent.
"Just before. I couldn't hear what you and Jericho were screaming at each other, but Trish seemed really upset and she ran off. I couldn't catch her so I came back here and ... and I want to know what's going on."
Edge smiled. "Honey ... I don't even know what's going on."
"What ... what did she overhear?"
"Probably the worst thing of her life."
"What?"
Edge shook his head. "God, Chris is such a fucking idiot. I mean I look in his eyes and all I see is Trish. He is still breathing every breath for that woman. He loves her; I can see it. I know it. I know he does. And I know Trish loves him."
Stacy cocked her head, curious as the handsome blonde spoke.
"She really does. There's a lot you don't know here, Stace, but you just gotta trust me. She loves him so much. And if she was out there when you said she was ..."
Stacy leaned forward slightly.
Edge closed his eyes, almost pained. "God, then she just heard Chris say that he hated her."
*** Little short, but don't worry. I really want to see what they give me next week. You all are gonna hate me but I Swear, it'll be worth it in the end. Just hang on. Read, review, let me know ***
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
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April 19, 2004
Edge let out a huge hoot, whipping his hair back out of his eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, Baby!" He punched at the air. "Oh yeah, Baby. Yeah!" He pushed into his locker room, tossing his new belt on the bench. His new belt. His belt. Oooo, he liked the sound of that. His belt.
Smiling brightly, he gathered all his belongings, throwing them into his duffel bag.
"Hey, man."
Edge turned, his smile broadening when he saw who stood in the doorway.
Chris Jericho walked into the room, letting the door close behind him. "Congradu-fucking-lations, man. That ... that is absolutely great."
"Thanks," Edge answered, a proud smile on his face. "You wouldn't believe it, how I feel, man. I mean ... I mean this is just so awesome. So ... so awesome."
"I believe it." Chris said. "I know what it's like to hold a belt, especially one that you never expected to win. It's something and there's nothing like it."
Edge nodded, sitting down on the bench. "Hey, man. Can ... can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Chris answered, fixing his jacket. "What's on your mind?"
"How can you hit her?"
"Ah," Chris's face dropped, seriousness setting in. "The Monday before Backlash ... she chick kicked me and ... and it really knocked me out. When I got back to my locker room, I looked at myself in the mirror." He sighed. "She busted me open, Edge. I ... I had a cut and I was bleeding. She ... She keeps trying to hurt me, trying to break me and I will not break."
Edge kept silent.
"But still," Chris continued. "Even last night, I couldn't put pressure in the Walls."
"But you could take her head off with a clothesline. And springboard onto her tonight. And whip her into the ring and knock her off the apron. You're trying to hurt her."
"Don't judge me!" Chris yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the other man. "Don't you dare judge me because you have no idea, ok? None."
Edge raised his hands defensively. "Ok. Ok, man. I don't wanna fight. I ... I was just wondering how you can claim to love her and then strike her."
"You're judging me."
"No, I'm not." Edge answered. "I'm really not. I just ... How could you turn your love to hate so fast?"
"Jilted ... Lover." Chris said slowly, pointing at his chest. "Jilted ... lover. I can't help it. I don't know when it happened but ... I ... I hate her. I hate every single fiber of her lying bitch whore being."
Shocked, Edge's eyes only widened.
Chris laughed, sadistically, sinisterly as a different, odd glint flickered in his eyes. "I hate her. I hate him. It's all I can do. I want to see him in pain. I want her to suffer, to feel the way I do. I want her to know what it feels like to know such pain that you feel dead."
Saddened, Edge cocked his head. "I hear you're sleeping with Lita."
"It was a one time deal." Chris said with bitterness. "Lita and I are friends, good friends and we both needed each other, we needed that from each other and it was once and no more. We're still friends, great friends, but I haven't slept with her since that one time. Once, that was it. And I have no idea what Matt Hardy is doing, but that's Lita's business and not mine."
"I ... I just can't believe that you hate her."
"The sincerest of loves ... can turn into the deepest of hates." Chris snarled. "I figured you'd be the king at knowing that."
Edge's eyes darkened, fired with a harsh intensity. "How dare you?" He breathed, his voice trembling with rage. "How fucking dare you, you little prick."
"It's the truth."
Edge pointed. "You have no right to bring any of that up. No right."
"But it's the truth."
"And is it not the truth that you're taking your aggression out on a woman. The woman you claim to have loved. I never did that. No matter what she did to me, I could never ... NEVER attack her, or even want to hurt her." Edge scoffed a smile. "What a real man you are, Chris? Attacking a woman. Real man."
Growling his frustration, Chris turned towards the door, leaving.
"That's right," Edge coaxed. "You run, you little prick. Asshole, you better run. You know I'm right!"
The door swung shut.
Growling his anger, Edge threw his boots across the room, raking his hands angrily through his hair. "God Fucking DAMN IT!"
A knock.
"WHAT!"
The door creaked open, a tiny blonde head poking inside. "I ... I'm sorry. I ..."
Edge sighed, upset at himself for losing so much control. He shook his head. "No no. I'm sorry. Come on in. It's ok."
Stacy Keibler licked her lips, nervously stepping inside and letting the door close. She was wary, staying a good ways away from him and close to the door.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, honey. I'm sorry. It's just ..."
"I saw Chris leave."
Edge laughed. "That would be the prick I was yelling at. Not you." He smiled, walking towards her and taking her hand gently with his. "It's been so long since I've seen you. How are you? What's new, what's going on?"
"What do you know about Trish?"
Edge's face dropped. "Jeez, you get right to the point, don't you?"
Stacy giggled, ducking her head. "Yeah, I ... I guess I do."
Edge licked his lips, leading her towards the bench and motioning for her to sit. "Why do you ask?"
Stacy looked up at him sadly. "Trish cried in my arms last week. She found out about Chris and Lita. And then she just broke down."
"Did Trish talk to you?"
Stacy shook her head. "No ... she ... she wouldn't say anything and I'm actually worried. Something's just not right. I don't understand. I mean, this doesn't make sense. And ... and I saw Trish standing outside your door."
"When?" Edge's voice quivered, nerves prominent.
"Just before. I couldn't hear what you and Jericho were screaming at each other, but Trish seemed really upset and she ran off. I couldn't catch her so I came back here and ... and I want to know what's going on."
Edge smiled. "Honey ... I don't even know what's going on."
"What ... what did she overhear?"
"Probably the worst thing of her life."
"What?"
Edge shook his head. "God, Chris is such a fucking idiot. I mean I look in his eyes and all I see is Trish. He is still breathing every breath for that woman. He loves her; I can see it. I know it. I know he does. And I know Trish loves him."
Stacy cocked her head, curious as the handsome blonde spoke.
"She really does. There's a lot you don't know here, Stace, but you just gotta trust me. She loves him so much. And if she was out there when you said she was ..."
Stacy leaned forward slightly.
Edge closed his eyes, almost pained. "God, then she just heard Chris say that he hated her."
*** Little short, but don't worry. I really want to see what they give me next week. You all are gonna hate me but I Swear, it'll be worth it in the end. Just hang on. Read, review, let me know ***