Chilling Down A Temper

Edge stomped around backstage, fuming. "The nerve of that bastard GM! Putting me in a match with Cena when he knew I wasn't ready to compete, then stealing my victory?! Unbelievable!"

Chris had been wandering around backstage waiting for his match with Orton when he heard the yells. Chris calmly entered Edge's locker room. "Whats your problem Edge? That damn GM pissing you off too?"

Edge turned around. "Yeah Chris. At least I destroyed his frickin' computer, maybe now the idiot will show his face."

"I highly doubt it, were going to have to make him some way or another." Chris mussed, shaking his head, then a smile split Chris's face. "Its your fault for looking at him with those crazy eyes."

Edge grinned. "Oh you liked that?"

"C'mon now Edge, you were arguing with a computer, it was fucking hystarical."

"Why am I arguing with a computer? We've gone from Stone Cold stunning Mr. McMahon on RAW to Edge arguing with a computer!" Adam laughed hard as he quoted himself.

"Yeah, that was so funny. You need you own show and comedy central." Chris laughed.

"We both do man." Edge grinned.

"Hey, I didn't argue with a computer on live T.V" Chris grinned.

"Oh hush, Mr. Canada." Adam laughed, taking a page from Shawn's figurative playbook.

Chris eyed Adam. "That sounded retarded."

"Blame Shawn, not me."

"He is retarded." Chris rolled his eyes. "Anyways you gonna be okay?"

"I think so."

Chris nodded and patted Edge on the back, Chris walk to the door. "If you have another tantrum just fine me."

"Hey Chris?" Edge asked, blushing.

"Yeah?" Chris turned to Edge with a smile.

"You wanna go out sometime?"

Chris blinked in suprise. "Sure, I would like that" Chris walked back over to Edge, "when and where?"

"How about you pick me up at my place at 7? I'll leave where we go to you."

Chris chuckled and nodded. "Okay then, I will see you at 7." Chris left. At 7:00 exactly he was outside Edge's door.

Edge had just finished getting ready as he pulled on his Rated-R trench. He opened the door to see a beaming Chris. "Hey Chris, ready to go?"

Chris rolled his eyes and smirked. "No, I just decided to show up at your door for no reason whats so ever." He said sarcastically, leading Edge out to his truck.

"Always with the smart-mouth arent you, Jericho?"