Chapter 15

Edge,Jeff and Matt had their faces pressed up against the glass of one of their hotel windows, watching Jami, Shane McMahon, Lita, Danny, Tasha and RVD play in the rain. They had their faces pressed up so close to each other that their heads were touching.

"What the hell are they doing?" Edge muttered. "What the hell are Shane, Danny and Rob doing?" Matt asked. "Remember when it was us playing in the rain, now our women are out there, flirting their asses off with those wanna-be's." Jeff growled.

Suddenly their heads were slammed into the glass of the window. "Ow...shit." Jeff yelped. The three men slowly turned, rubbing their foreheads and noses. Their eyes finally focused on the Undertaker, Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock. Each young man gazed warily at the older men. They knew that those three men 'fathered' Jami, Tasha and Lita.

"What are you guys doing in here?" Matt asked. "You're going to think shit in a moment boys. We were strolling on through the hallway, this door was cracked and we heard you three young dawgs talkin'. I know you weren't talking about three certain Diva's...now were you?" Undertaker glared at the guys.

"Now UT, I'm sure these three gentleman would never say a bad word against those three lovely ladies." Austin smiled, his voice as gruff as ever. "We were just talkin'." Edge said rather weakly.

Austin pushed the men to the side to glance out the window. "looks like we're getting plenty of rain. What do you boys think?" Austin asked. "yes sir." Jeff said, wondering where this conversation was going.

Austin stepped back and the Rock quickly took his place. "Matt, come and stand by the Rock." The Rock motioned towards the space beside him. Matt look at him warily. "The Rock isn't sending you an engraved invitation boy, I suggest you get over there." The Undertaker smiled.

Matt walked over and stood next to the Rock. The Rock inhaled deeply. "Do you smell that...ah...the smell of Jealousy. You see the Rock has two good eyes." The Rock said, holding up two fingers in Matt's line of vision. "The Rock can see that pretty red-haired Diva in distress. Upset. The Rock doesn't like to see Lita in distress." The Rock said.

Matt looked down at Lita, who was kicking water on Danny. A few loose tendrils were clinging to her face. She was laughing as Danny tried to escape the splashing water. Her dark purple tank top clung to her tightly, leaving little room for the imagination.

"She doesn't look distressed." Matt mumbled to himself. But the Rock heard him. He placed a hand on the top of Matt's head, and turned him to face him. "It's on the insidddeeee." The Rock slowly hissed.

"You two are no longer together, and the Rock understands that. But the Rock also kows that if you don't patch things up with her soon...Your lethal angel may become someone else's angel." The Rock warned, and Matt took one last look at Lita before the Rock pushed him back.

Without a word Austin stepped forward. "Edge, get your damn ass over here, and don't make me tell you twice." Austin demanded. Edge immediently stood next to Austin.

"now, you and me...we know Tasha won't take no shit. Yet, you continue to give her shit. Now, she must love you a whole hell of a lot since she hasn't ripped her pretty blonde hair out. But son, I don't love you. So, if you keep pissing Tasha off, I'll take care of you, understand?" Edge nodded, afraid to speak.

"Good, now take a good long look at her." Austin demanded. Edge looked down to where Tasha was standing with RVD in a headlock. He smiled as he saw RVD struggling to get out of the lock. Tasha's light blue tank top, clinging to her body like a second skin. The water had soaked her jeans so that they clung to her, dangerously revealing. Austin pushed Edge away.

As the Undertaker stepped up to the window, Jeff immediently followed suit. "Jeff, I've watched you and Jami overcome everything that has come your way. And now, your going to let your stupidity come between you two. Look at her. Do you like seeing her cry? Because that's what she was doing earlier. Look at her now and tell me what you want?" The Undertaker ordered.

Jeff looked down to where Jami had finally wriggled free of Shane and pushed him into a sitting position in a puddle. Jami quickly reached up and undid her braid, letting her hair fall in loose waves around her shoulders, quickly plastering to her face. Her clothes were clinging to her and water streamed down her face. She finger-combed her hair as Jeff watched on, a grin slowly coming across his face. "that's the answer I was looking for." The undertaker said.

"Now, this can be considered your last warning. You make them cry, we'll make you cry. Got it?" Austin asked and each guy solemnly nodded. Silently the men turned and left the room. Jeff, Matt and Edge let out a sigh of relief. Then they shot each other looks that clearly said. 'What do we do now?'

Chapter 16