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~EDGE'S POV~
I can't believe that I made it to No Mercy without running into a member of the Alliance, although
I have been hanging out with the APA. I feel kinda bad leading Bradshaw on. I'm well aware of
how he feels about me, but I've got too many problems right now to even consider getting close to
anyone.
Tonight, I face my little weasel of a brother in a ladder match, and I intend to make him suffer. I
still can't believe that he actually fucked me. That is so not a brotherly thing to do.
I'm still sore, but I won't let that slow me down tonight.
Convincing Vince to let me continue with the match was really hard. He wanted to know who
"assaulted" me. He fucking knew I was raped. I guess patient confidentially can be bought for the
right price. I played dumb and told him that I was drunk and they wore masks. He believed me
and told me that it would be our little secret, and not a word was to be leaked to reporters.
Well looking on the bright side, I do still have a job.
As I start out of my locker room, I run into Austin, who's just standing there staring at me with
that blank stare of his, combined with that slight smirk that he's always sporting.
"Wondered where you ran off to pretty boy," he growls, roughly shoving me back inside.
I find myself trembling as I continue to back up until my back is pressing against the cool wall of
the locker room. He zeros in on me, pressing himself against me, getting right in my face as his
hand slides along my freshly oiled torso.
"Please don't," I whimper, hating how scared and weak my voice sounds.
He chuckles. "You want your freedom boy?" He asks smirking.
I nod, wondering what it was going to cost me.
"Take the title away from Christian and I'll let you go," he growls, "lose and your ass is mine."
Without warning, he presses his lips to mine, as his hands reach around me and cup my ass.
When he pulls away, he laughs at me. "Life's a bitch, ain't it?"
I bow my head in shame, knowing that I have to win that match.
I stand there as he casually strolls from the room.
My head snaps up as I hear him arguing with someone outside my door and then silence.
I jump as the door pushes open and Kurt comes barging in.
"Are you alright Edge?" Kurt asks, his face has concern written all over it.
"I'm fine," I lie.
"Was he the asshole who put you in the hospital?" Kurt asks bluntly.
"That's none of your business," I growl as I walk around him.
I know he's only trying to help, but right now, I don't trust anyone.
"Oh, it's my business," Kurt growls under his breath, barely audible. "It's true."
I continue walking. Kurt doesn't care for me. Hell, no one does.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I can't believe that Austin said that I have to win this match or I take Edge's place. That is so
totally unfair.
He's such a redneck dork!
Okay, focus Christian. How mad could Edge be?
Focus.
Fuck! I'm screwed.
~RHYNO'S POV~
I know what Austin told Christian before the match, but I'll never allow Christian to be brutalized
like they did to Edge. Christian's mine.
They don't call me the manbeast for nothing.
I've sat here patiently watching Edge and Christian's match. Edge is working stiff on purpose.
Damn him. I can see the pain on my baby's face. Edge will pay for every bruise on Christian's
beautiful body.
Fuck. What is Edge doing? My eyes focus in on the monitor.
He wouldn't.
Not the one person conchairto on top of the ladders.
NO!
I watch in horror as Edge raises the chair and brings it down.
My heart stops beating as he rolls Christian's unconscious body off. It hits the mat with a
sickening thud.
DAMN! FUCK!
CHRISTIAN!!!!!
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I try to open my eyes, but every part of my body aches. My head is spinning.
Ok, I deserved the conchairto, but did he have to do it on top of the ladders. A little extreme bro.
The lights cause my head to hurt worse and I close my eyes tightly.
All I want right now is for Rhyno to hold me. Where is he?
I open my eyes to see Edge holding the belt up for everyone to see.
Fuck.
I lost. That means.......I'm so screwed.
I can't think anymore and I welcome the darkness as I slip into unconsciousness.
~EDGE'S POV~
I won! I'm free of the Alliance.
Everyone thinks that I'm just happy because I won the title, but I'm glad that I'm rid of the
Alliance.
I've heard that Christian suffered a mild concussion. I almost feel sorry. Almost.
I've also heard that he will take my place once he's recovered.
Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
What is that old saying? "You made your bed, now lie in it."
I just hope he likes his bed partners.
Kurt has been hanging around me all day. I almost think that he's trying to get up enough nerve
to ask me out. I must admit he's cute in a goofy kind of way. It's too bad that Austin won the
match last night, Kurt would make such a better champion.
He's trying to cheer me up as he bad-mouths Christian.
As we start to walk down the hall, Rhyno comes out of nowhere and gores me.
Fuck!
I hit the metal door hard and then the hard concrete floor just as hard.
"That's for Christian," Rhyno whispers in my ear before anyone could pull him off me.
As I writhe in pain on the floor, I hear Kurt and Rhyno going at it. Then Kurt challenges Rhyno.
If I wasn't hurting so bad, I would have kissed Kurt.
My hero.
As Kurt kneels beside of me, I lean into his soft, gentle touches.
"Get a fucking medic," Kurt hisses at the official that is also kneeling by me.
As the official runs off to find a medic, Kurt pulls me up into his arms and gently rocks me.
Fuck! It hurts to be in this position. I look up at Kurt and he kisses my forehead.
"I'll take care of you Edge," he whispers.
I smile up at him, wondering how an Olympian fucks in bed.
~KURT'S POV~
That sorry excuse for a man is going to be so sorry that he ever messed with my Edge.
Does he know how I feel about the long-legged blond?
Let's just say, he's about to find out.
As Rhyno taps out, I'm debating on whether to break his ankle or not.
I could, it would be so easy.
I decide against it, after all, I did just take his title and that should really piss Austin off.
All I can say is that Rhyno and Christian deserve each other.
I head back to my locker room where I know Edge is waiting for me.
I've been chasing Edge since I first came here, but I've been fighting a losing battle until now.
First there was Taker, the deadman. What did Edge see in him? Dead wood must be pretty damn
hard. Then there was Kane. He must have been really hot in bed. Lets see, then there was Jeff
Hardy. I think he was too extreme even for Edge.
Hell, why wouldn't Edge like me? I'm a olympic hero. I have honor and values. I live my life by
the three I's. And if he gives me a chance, I'll show him how a real man makes love.
As I open the door to my locker room, I gasp at the sight before me.
~TBC~
