I finally managed to take the computer back from my sister for about . oh an hour. So I'm gonna put the final post of this up. It's been fun, thanks for all the reviews . and check out my other stories, Thanks again. Peace Out! - C.C.

Title: Everything I Do Author: Crimson Coin


Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.

Spoilers: Unknown as of yet. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.

Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)

Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R.........it'll depend on my mood during the writing, although definitely R later. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity.........you get the picture.

TimeLine: It's specific, now. March 2003

Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.

Pointless rambling concluded.........on with the story.


Lita sighed, contented, as she searched her locker. The laughter of the men behind her drawing her attention. Her eyes glanced over them, Edge, Chris, Matt, Christian, Jeff.all sitting together laughing about something or another. It was great to all be together if even for this one time.

Matt tapped a finger against Edge's chest. "It's not my fault your woman comes to mine for advice. I mean I could understand why she'd ask Trish about that sort of thing."

Edge growled. "Oh you watch it there, Hardy. Stacy is perfectly fine without Trish trying to tweak her."

Matt flashed a grin. "But we all know that my girl knows exactly what she's doing."

Trish only shook her head from her position next to Lita and she turned to the Redhead. "I have no idea what they're talking about."

Lita only shrugged, turning back to her locker. "You got me."

Trish shifted her weight, uncomfortable. "Lita, can I . uhm . Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." The redhead answered, smiling warmly.

"If it's not too much to ask, I sorta wanted to ask you if.well I wanted to ask if you'd be my . uhm . if you'd be my maid of honor."

"Really." Lita asked, shocked. When Trish only nodded, Lita pulled her friend in for a hug. "I'd love to Trish. Thank you."

"You mean it?" Trish asked.

Lita nodded and went back to digging through her locker. Where was that perfume bottle anyway?

"Do the guys know about you and Jeff?" Trish asked, quietly as Torrie joined them on the other side of the room.

Lita shook her head. "No not yet. Apparently Jeff has something he wants to do. I'm just scared of what's going through that thick skull of his. I love him to death, but that boy is certainly missing something."

Trish smiled at that. "Yeah well my Hardy is lacking in nothing when it comes to any department."

Torrie giggled at Trish's comment and the redhead simply turned. "Hmmmm. see I always thought that Jeff's pants were baggier for a reason. Of course I'd be the only one benefiting from that attribute." Lita said, flashing a sly smile.

Trish's eyes widened in shock as the three women only stared at each other. Then they all burst out laughing, Lita placing a hand on Torrie's shoulder for support.

"And what is so funny over there?" Matt called across the room, a smirk on his face.

"We're just laughing at our wonderful men." Torrie answered.

Jericho shot to his feet, his hands on his hips and his chest sticking out. "Because I am such a wonderful specimen it's no doubt they're talking about me. No one in this room can measure up to. HEY!"

Jericho spun when a duffle bag hit him upside the head. All the guys were laughing except Jeff who was sitting with his legs crossed, his eyes averted and whistling nonchalantly. "JEFF!"

Jeff shrugged his shoulders, an innocent glint in his eye. "What?! Why does everyone always jump to conclusions and think I do everything."

Jericho picked up the duffle bag that had so recently collided with his head, but he couldn't keep the smile off his face. "It's your gym bag, flyboy."

Jeff stood, dramatically throwing his hands into the air. "More conclusions.that could be anyone's gym bag, not only mi."

"It has 'Jeff Hardy's Gym Bag' embroidered on it in big ass letters." Jericho said, matter of factly.

"Oh." Jeff said, before turning to the others. "Well there was a mosquito on your back and I was being a good friend and getting it off of you before it bit you and you got malaria."

Everyone burst out laughing as Chris lunged for the Hardy, both men falling to the floor, each trying to pin the other. Eventually Chris dominated, holding the smaller man down by the shoulders. "HAH! Now I've got you."

"Chris, baby." Torrie cooed. "Come on, let him up."

Jericho softened at her voice, standing off the Hardy and smiling at the blonde woman. "Anything you want, baby."

Jeff shot up, brushing himself off. "You are so whipped, man."

Jericho raised a brow at the Hardy as Torrie walked over to him and into his arms. "Wouldn't you be?" he nuzzled into Torrie's throat. "Oh, by the way baby. It's been two weeks and you know what that means." For emphasis he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her right into him.

Torrie gasped, slapping his chest. "Chris? There's people."

Chris shrugged, planting a fierce kiss on the blonde's lips before looking at Jeff. "See, come on."

Jeff shook his head. "Nope. You still whipped, boy. You'd never catch me like that."

Lita cocked a brow at him, walking closer paying special attention to slightly sway her hips. He watched her almost hypnotized as she stepped right up to him, trailing a finger across his brow, over the scar on his eye and down his cheek finally hooking under his chin. "Hey, baby." She mewed. And she walked backwards, leading him from the chin and he gladly followed. She flashed a seductive smile at him and the entire locker room erupted.

"You think you're funny don't you." He said. When she nodded, he reached for her, quickly lifting her off the floor and kissing her hard. She let out a gasp as he sucked the air from her lungs, but refusing to break the kiss.

She placed her hands on either side of his head, pushing him away from her and meeting his eyes. A silly grin graced his face and she couldn't help but laugh back. "Put me down, Jeff." He gladly obliged, placing her on the ground in front of him her back to him. He pulled her against his chest and looping his arms loosely around her waist.

"Hi, guys." He said smugly as he rested his chin on her shoulder, the redhead easily leaning back into him, her hands rubbing up and down his arms.

Matt smiled back at his brother and best friend. "It's about friggin time. So, Lita, I see you already have my brother on a leash."

"I am not on a leash." Jeff protested, but not relinquishing his hold of her just yet.

Lita smiled, tilting her head back to whisper something in his ear. Nobody heard what she said but they saw her smile and Jeff's eyes widen, his chin slipping from her shoulder momentarily in shock. Yet again the locker room burst out laughing.

"So which one of us wins?" Edge asked, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Lita gave Jeff a permissive nod and the Hardy smiled. "Why Chris did."

Chris jumped into the air, releasing Torrie as he raised his arms. "WOO HOO! I knew it. Where's my pay up?"

"Oh no no no." Lita burst out, breaking away from Jeff. "If anything, I get half of that cash. You knew before the bet."

"WHAT?!" Torrie and Jeff yelled out, their eyes flying to Chris. Jeff stalked forward, almost as if to kill the blonde Canadian.

Chris held up his hands, submissively. "It was innocent, Jeff. I swear. I crept into the woman's locker room looking for Torrie. I heard she was in the shower so I went to surprise her so I get in there and there's one shower running and I storm in there and the haze and the steam it was hard to see but I saw a chick and she was shaving so she was bent over and I just kinda came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. I swear I thought it was you, baby. I swear and then she jumped and we both screamed and it was interesting but it was innocent."

"That's it." Jeff said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his pocketknife. "Gouge your eyes out." And he handed the knife to Chris.

Various giggles broke through the silence. Chris took the knife and just looked up at the Hardy. Jesus, was that sincerity in his eyes. "You don't mean."

Jeff nodded, pointing to the knife. "Yes, cut your eyes out."

Lita rolled her eyes, stepping towards Jeff and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Baby, it's ok. Look at me." He looked in her eyes as she spoke. "It's you and only you. Chris . it was innocent." He pointed to Chris and opened his mouth, but she covered it with her hand. "Don't. He has other things to worry about now." And she signaled to Torrie with her head.

"How could you not tell me?" she asked, a hint of hurt in her voice. "I told you about me walking in on Jeff."

Lita's firey eyes flew to Jeff's and he only flashed a winning grin at her. "Love you too, babe." And he kissed her, bending her over in his arms trying to be as passionate as he could. He smiled when he felt her shrug and give into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, the two now ignoring the other cat calls that emanated through out the room.

"I . I'm sorry. It actually escaped me." Chris said, walking closer to her, relief setting in when she didn't back away. "I'm sorry."

She nodded silently at him, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug.

"Hey, Bro." Matt called to his brother. "Would you two get a room?"

Jeff broke the kiss, looking at his brother but keeping the redhead in his arms. "Good idea," and he picked her up, cradling her against his chest. Lita let out a little giggle as he waked to the door with her.

"HEY! THE REST OF THE BET!" Edge called after them.

Jeff turned back to them. "Well, if you wanna watch I can show you."

"JEFF?!" Lita yelled, slapping his chest.

"Sure!" Matt answered, enthused.

"MATT?!" Trish yelled at him.

Matt looked to his blonde girlfriend. "Kidding kidding, baby. Just kidding."

Lita slapped Jeff's chest again. "What in the."

The younger Hardy kissed Lita fiercely, sucking the air from her lungs for the second time in the last ten minutes then pulling back. "Fine, fine. That's for only me to know. Better?" he asked her.

Lita smiled back at him. "You're unbelievable."

Jeff lifted his eyebrows at her. "You think I'm unbelievable now, wait till you see me tonight." And with that and the redhead's tiny gasp, the two left the locker room.

Edge shook his head. "Well that was an exit if I've ever seen one."

Matt pointed to the couple at the center in the room and all quietly got up, leaving them alone.

Chris barely knew they left except for the soft click of the door closing. He brushed away a stray lock of hair from the pretty blonde's face. "I really am sorry. If I knew it would've hurt you so much I'da told you."

Torrie shook her head, looking up at him. "It's ok. I just have one request."

"Anything you want."

She flashed him a seductress's smile. "I think I might just have to burn that image of Lita outta your head."

He grinned back. "Mmmm. Yeah I might need some help. But it's pretty stuck in there. It might take a while."

Torrie nodded, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "Well then we should get started as soon as possible." She grabbed his hand and walked towards the door.

She placed her hand over the handle but he reached out, stopping her. Chris turned her in his arms and simply stared into her eyes, a sly smile crawling onto his face as he reached behind her locking the door. "Actually, I think we should get started right away. After all I saw her in a locker room. Come on, baby." He whispered, inching his mouth closer to hers till they were only centimeters apart. "What do you say? You gonna help me out here? I'm dyin'."

Torrie smiled against his lips, tracing her fingers down his chest and lower, giggling when she heard him gasp, his eyes flying open. "Does that answer your question?"

His only answer was a grumble as he lowered them both to the floor, lying on top of her.

She shook her head at him. "The things I do for you."

He smiled back. "We do for each other. And that's everything, baby. Everything." Chris closed the small distance between them, kissing Torrie with everything in him. And she responded the same way.

"Everything I Do" by Bryan Adams

Look into my eyes - you will see

What you mean to me

Search your heart - search your soul

And when you find me there you'll search no more

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for

You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for

You know it's true

Everything I do - I do it for you

Look into your heart - you will find

There's nothin' there to hide

Take me as I am - take my life

I would give it all, I would sacrifice

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for

I can't help it there's nothin' I want more

Ya know it's true

Everything I do - I do it for you

There's no love - like your love

And no other - could give more love

There's nowhere - unless you're there

All the time - all the way

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for

I can't help it there's nothin' I want more

I would fight for you - I'd lie for you

Walk the wire for you - Yeah I'd die for you

Ya know it's true

Everything I do - I do it for you