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niki_chidon) wrote2007-01-02 01:00 am
niki_chidon) wrote2007-01-02 01:00 am
Fic: Episodes of Getting Laid VI: Live & Loaded (WWE, Edge/Jericho)
Name: Episodes of Getting Laid VI: Live & Loaded
Author: Niki
Fandom: WWE
Rating: 16
Pairing: Edge/Jericho
Summary & Notes: Yay! RAW! in Finland! Edge! Jericho! Live! Sweeeeeet!
Spoilers: Ummm... it's a description of a match they had on Live & Loaded tour in Finland in September 2004 (triple threat for the Intercontinental championship). Not really a spoiler, since if you weren't there...
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything. No harm meant for WWE or the great guys who play these characters. The matches happened as I write; all the interpretations about the guys' thoughts are my own, of course.
Live & Loaded
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© Niki 2004
There's nothing like this: walk into an arena, your music playing (very silently, though, what's up with that?), the crowd cheering, yelling, whistling. You can feeeel the loooove. And it's nice to do something different.
Oh, well. Flew to Europe, saw rain rain rain, and the ice hockey arenas look the same in any country.
But it'll be a nice match – I've been working with these two guys so long it's a fun ride, even though we're on a bit of a rocky ground with Christian now... okay, he hates my guts. But things are going so well with Chris that I don't give a fuck about Captain Charisma.
He's next to come in, and the people greet him with major Boooooos. Admittedly, he gets more noise than me, but I think I won't complain. Jericho gets more than him. Cheers again. They love him. Who wouldn't? He's great. Handsome, sexy, cute, funny. He's got the charisma. There's not a sign of the flu on him now, even though he was coughing all the way to the arena.
Christian starts talking smack, demanding a mike. It doesn't work. The crowd laughs. We laugh. He's angry. Technicians are frantically looking for a new one. Chris and I try to entertain the audience. They are great: Christian gets a "loser" chant, "asshole" chant, and even "you suck". Okay, we egg them on. Oh, now it works.
Great, insult the audience! That'll work. And he's using our old "hit 'em where it hurts – hockey" tactic.
"I'll beat them like Canada beat Finland in ice hockey World Cup 3-2!"
Ouch. The crowd explodes, and I look at Chris – we attack in unison. It's so lovely to work with him. To fight with him. We work so well together. After just a few nice moves captain Charisma ends up out of the ring, and Chris and I look at each other, shrug, and concentrate on each other. It is a triple threat after all, not a handicap match... Can't quite bring myself to hit him, so we take to some traditional wrestling.
Oh, we'll get into the mood. We've been doing this for too long, are so used to each other. I won't win tonight, I know it. The stakes are not high enough, we're just having fun here. But I know Chris will end the match by beating Christian, if he can. We won't lose to him.
***
And we didn't. I'm hanging backstage, waiting for Chris to come out of the shower. Coach walks past, just as he returns.
"That was quite of a come out, Coach," Chris says, grinning his most annoyingly smug grin.
"What?"
"You just told all of those people out there you *don't* want to see Stacy dance and expect them to believe you're straight?"
"Well, it figures," I join in, "whom did they put in charge of the Diva search? Who guarded the harems?"
"That was eunuchs, not gays," Chris grins, and we look at Coach pointedly. He mutters something and disappears.
Later, he takes his anger out on Eugene and Regal and gets a bloody nose for his efforts. Behold me in tears.
***
"Shawn pulled Flair's pants down," I say in a way of a greeting as I enter the dressing room.
"He did *what*?" Chris gets up to kiss me as soon as I get the door shut.
"Well, not all the way, of course. Just from behind. Ric was in no hurry to pull them back up, though."
"And is the audience in need of therapy now?"
"They were woooooooooooing," I say dryly.
"I knew everyone who lives in this godforsaken country must be insane," Chris remarks, blowing his nose.
"Didn't look that hangovery in the ring."
"I thought he was sick?"
"I think it was the partying."
"Fucking hell, you're telling me I covered for him in that interview for nothing?"
"At least you got to meet a pretty blond instead of him," I shrug, and pretend to be surprised when he pounces.
"I've got a pretty blond, thank you very much," he growls against my lips.
***
"What are you writing?" Chris asks, not paying attention to the flight attendant's safety instructions.
"Oh, just marking down all the countries where I've had sex with you."
He laughs so hard even Christian bothers to turn to look at us.
"Bringing the total up to three?"
"Hey, we'll get England and Germany in a week."
"Pretty sure of yourself, are you," he grins.
I just grin back. Yeah, I'm pretty sure of myself. As long as Chris loves me, I can go on feeling unstoppable and irresistible.
Author: Niki
Fandom: WWE
Rating: 16
Pairing: Edge/Jericho
Summary & Notes: Yay! RAW! in Finland! Edge! Jericho! Live! Sweeeeeet!
Spoilers: Ummm... it's a description of a match they had on Live & Loaded tour in Finland in September 2004 (triple threat for the Intercontinental championship). Not really a spoiler, since if you weren't there...
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything. No harm meant for WWE or the great guys who play these characters. The matches happened as I write; all the interpretations about the guys' thoughts are my own, of course.
Live & Loaded
-----------------------
© Niki 2004
There's nothing like this: walk into an arena, your music playing (very silently, though, what's up with that?), the crowd cheering, yelling, whistling. You can feeeel the loooove. And it's nice to do something different.
Oh, well. Flew to Europe, saw rain rain rain, and the ice hockey arenas look the same in any country.
But it'll be a nice match – I've been working with these two guys so long it's a fun ride, even though we're on a bit of a rocky ground with Christian now... okay, he hates my guts. But things are going so well with Chris that I don't give a fuck about Captain Charisma.
He's next to come in, and the people greet him with major Boooooos. Admittedly, he gets more noise than me, but I think I won't complain. Jericho gets more than him. Cheers again. They love him. Who wouldn't? He's great. Handsome, sexy, cute, funny. He's got the charisma. There's not a sign of the flu on him now, even though he was coughing all the way to the arena.
Christian starts talking smack, demanding a mike. It doesn't work. The crowd laughs. We laugh. He's angry. Technicians are frantically looking for a new one. Chris and I try to entertain the audience. They are great: Christian gets a "loser" chant, "asshole" chant, and even "you suck". Okay, we egg them on. Oh, now it works.
Great, insult the audience! That'll work. And he's using our old "hit 'em where it hurts – hockey" tactic.
"I'll beat them like Canada beat Finland in ice hockey World Cup 3-2!"
Ouch. The crowd explodes, and I look at Chris – we attack in unison. It's so lovely to work with him. To fight with him. We work so well together. After just a few nice moves captain Charisma ends up out of the ring, and Chris and I look at each other, shrug, and concentrate on each other. It is a triple threat after all, not a handicap match... Can't quite bring myself to hit him, so we take to some traditional wrestling.
Oh, we'll get into the mood. We've been doing this for too long, are so used to each other. I won't win tonight, I know it. The stakes are not high enough, we're just having fun here. But I know Chris will end the match by beating Christian, if he can. We won't lose to him.
***
And we didn't. I'm hanging backstage, waiting for Chris to come out of the shower. Coach walks past, just as he returns.
"That was quite of a come out, Coach," Chris says, grinning his most annoyingly smug grin.
"What?"
"You just told all of those people out there you *don't* want to see Stacy dance and expect them to believe you're straight?"
"Well, it figures," I join in, "whom did they put in charge of the Diva search? Who guarded the harems?"
"That was eunuchs, not gays," Chris grins, and we look at Coach pointedly. He mutters something and disappears.
Later, he takes his anger out on Eugene and Regal and gets a bloody nose for his efforts. Behold me in tears.
***
"Shawn pulled Flair's pants down," I say in a way of a greeting as I enter the dressing room.
"He did *what*?" Chris gets up to kiss me as soon as I get the door shut.
"Well, not all the way, of course. Just from behind. Ric was in no hurry to pull them back up, though."
"And is the audience in need of therapy now?"
"They were woooooooooooing," I say dryly.
"I knew everyone who lives in this godforsaken country must be insane," Chris remarks, blowing his nose.
"Didn't look that hangovery in the ring."
"I thought he was sick?"
"I think it was the partying."
"Fucking hell, you're telling me I covered for him in that interview for nothing?"
"At least you got to meet a pretty blond instead of him," I shrug, and pretend to be surprised when he pounces.
"I've got a pretty blond, thank you very much," he growls against my lips.
***
"What are you writing?" Chris asks, not paying attention to the flight attendant's safety instructions.
"Oh, just marking down all the countries where I've had sex with you."
He laughs so hard even Christian bothers to turn to look at us.
"Bringing the total up to three?"
"Hey, we'll get England and Germany in a week."
"Pretty sure of yourself, are you," he grins.
I just grin back. Yeah, I'm pretty sure of myself. As long as Chris loves me, I can go on feeling unstoppable and irresistible.