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Story note: Do not sue me. I am twisting the plots and altering them a tad bit, maybe a lot. But that's not the point, thing is, I'm just reminding you this so that you won't say that that event did not happen. Oh yeah, Edge's pairing will change through out the story, although, not this chapter. T.Y.
Chapter Three:
FAST FORWARD
This sucks. Edge thought as he walked down the hallways backstage. Wonder what sucked. Well, thing is, two matches in a row. Night after night, now that sucked. Well, Randy Orton and Chris Benoit are in for it too, same for some divas, Kane, etc. Thing is, he had to fight the big red monster tonight.
He walked down the hallways ready with his glasses, coat and belt on. As he walked he ran his hands through his blonde hair and sighed. A few moments later, he saw eight "diva-to-be's" walking down the hallways giggling madly.
God, what have I done to deserve this? Edge thought seeing all eight of the diva's calling out his name and waving madly at him.
"Edge!" Tracey screeched waving at him. "Hey ladies." Edge said simply while smiling, but not too enthusiastically. "We were wondering if you wanted to go party with us later." Michelle asked.
Goodness, did Edge want to tip toe. Michelle was almost his height. Anyway, as I was saying, Edge smiled at them thinking if he really should go, firstly he thought no, because he didn't really feel like it. But sitting in his hotel room all night wasn't looking too good. So, he was torn.
He thought discernment was needed. Ha! He thought. He was EDGE! The intercontinental champion, the toughest man there, but then the first and worst response escaped his formerly frozen lips. "Sure. I'd love to."
Shit. He simply thought. That really sucked. What the hell was I thinking? Yes. He obviously regretted it. He had to spend a whole night with a bunch of Trish Stratus clones that just want to get into his pants. Not like Trish didn't try that before. She just ended up hitting on Edge's former tag team partner, Christian, who is still A-WOL (Absent With Out Leave).
"Great!" Christy said excitedly. "See you ten!" Christy said walking away with all the other diva wannabe's. Edge noted the time in mind and watched the diva's walk away.
Best hope Kane gives me around a thousand choke slams, I'll need it. Maybe it could bang some sense into me, and maybe shake off a few delusional thoughts. Maybe it could also bring the real Edge back. He hoped. Thing is, he just remembered, his title was on the line. Now that's shitty.
The match for the title kicked off well. Kane got beat up several times and Edge was practically decapitated as we speak. Then Edge was thankful his good, good friend Lita came out and practically saved him. She came out as a distraction for Kane, for some apparent reason. But really, no one exactly knew her purpose; she didn't come to cheer any of them on. Maybe it was just to intimidate Kane. But it was a big help; he still managed to have his title at the end.
At the end, Edge left the ringside and the ramp and entered the curtains running down the stairs and walking back to the men's locker room. He took a seat on a bench and ran his hands through his hair. His plan now was to go to the trainer for a few stretches if in any case he had anything sprained. But at the moment, it was alone time, which was later on interrupted by a huge man, Tyson Tomko, who was still hurting where the sun doesn't shine.
"I had worst." Edge commented acknowledging Tyson's presence. "I've seen it." Tyson replied sitting down on the bench parallel to his. "So, you still got that title around your waist?" Tyson asked obviously hinting that he wasn't able to watch the match with all the ice bags he had to put down his pants.
As soon as small talk was over, Adam stood up, excused himself and left for the trainers' room. He did a few knee, neck, arm, and back stretches and left to get to his dressing room which he shared at the moment with Chris Jericho. Although Chris was out in the ring right now, Adam still cursed his fellow Canadian for dumping his stuff all over the place and making it impossible to find the things he owned.
Adam then, decided to turn on the television. He turned it on and saw Ric and Batista beat the living hell out of the smaller Canadian. It was then Edge stood up and ran down the hallway and into the entrance. Now running down the ramp, thinking of who he should beat the hell out of first, Edge ran around the ring looking for entrance to it. Soon, he got back to the ramp. Realizing, why should I save Jericho if he didn't do that for me in the first place? Of course, those weren't the things he thought, but that was the point he was trying to make. It was hopeless; he really had lost respect for Jericho. He is such an idiot.
After around five minutes of awkward silence inside the Canadians' dressing room, Edge finally managed to complete his treasure hunt for his belongings inside the not too big dressing room assigned to the now rival Canadians. Edge zipped up his bag, pulled his jacket from the couch and walked out the dressing room and into the parking lot.
Unfortunately remembering the promise he made to the ladies, he had no chance to escape for they were all there already cozily seated in his convertible rental. Goodness, how he wished he should've just gotten into some big fights or beat up with Jericho at the moment.
He smiled at them all politely and asked them what club they gave chosen for tonight's "festivities". "Club Fandango." Amy said not as enthusiastically as the others, but just good enough to say that she was in the mood. As he started the engine, the girls started giggling madly at the big "vroom" sound his car made, as they also started cheering.
"Ladies, I'm afraid that's not a good sound." Adam said opening his car door. "What's wrong?" Christy said on the passengers seat.
"It's the hyper thingy that burst and then that other thingy that made it burst and that thingy's chord got pulled. Sorry ladies. No club tonight." Edge said faking the whole thing hoping none of them knew anything about cars. Luckily all of them sighed and made pouts and started saying "oh darn." Michelle stood up from the car and jumped out. "Hang on, I know a thing or two about cars."
To his dismay, she really did. She was from Texas!
Then she opened the hood and took a look inside. "Let's see" She trailed off. Gulp was Edge's initial reaction at the moment, Truth is, there really isn't anything wrong with the car, he faked it to get out of the situationâduh.
Then Michelle said "Uh oh. There is something wrong. This is gonna take an hour to wind up. It's over heated." Michelle said closing the hood.
It was? Edge asked himself.
"Guess, we'll have to hitch another ride, girls. Sorry Edge." Michelle said as all the other girls said the same. They all gave him a kiss on the cheek each and left to find another ride.
"I thought you needed the break. I'll tell the girls to get in the arena first to ask for a ride and stuff. You drive off already so they won't notice." Michelle whispered silently to him
"Thanks. But what if they notice that I'm gone in less than an hour?" Edge asked
"Don't worry, I'll say your car got towed and that you got a cab to the hotel." Michelle said reassuringly
"Thanks." Edge said shaking her hand.
"Anytime." Michelle said as a reply
"You know you should have really stayed in the finals." He commented after her since it was her last night with her Diva wannabe friends.
"Thanks, but I'm not exactly material." Michelle said
"No. You are. Trust me. I know I'll see you around." Edge replied
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
With that, he started up the car and drove back to the hotel. With that thought out of his mind now, he parked his car at the basement parking lot and then took his bag and belt and went up to his room.
Tired, as he usually is, he walks a bit lazily to his hotel room door. Seeing that it was open. Knowing that he still didn't put any of his stuff there, he walked in seeing that the place was spotless.
Maybe another maid forgot to lock my door. He thought dumping his bag on the bed beside a wrapped gift that said "Adam" on the card. He pulled the card and checked it, nothing. The name of the sender wasn't there. He looked at the gift. A bit hesitant to open it, he just stared at it. It just sat there. Complete silence filled the room. Then someone broke the silence.
"It's not a bomb." Said a female voice that startled him half to death. He turned to see the "Tank top lady" leaning on his doorframe. "How would you know?" Adam asked a bit suspiciously, thinking that she might've been the one who put the gift there. "Don't get any thoughts, Blondie. I didn't put that there. I saw a maid bring it in. She said she was going to clean the room. Then I asked whom that gift was for. She said it was for a guy named Adam, who I presume, is you. Then she told me that she was just given the gift to put in your room. I took it and shook it, because I didn't want to be a suspect if ever my next-door neighbor died and his room blew up. So, it's safe. Sounds like there's something soft inside, though." She said still leaning on the doorframe, but this time with her arms crossed.
Not listening to a single word she had said, Adam was just staring at her. He found her even more fetching and attractive than before. But he couldn't fall in love. That would do injustice to his wife. But it's not like she'd care, she started the divorce in the first place. But the hell with that, he still thought the "tank top lady" was incredibly fetching. She had long raven-like hair and didn't wear any make-up whatsoever, but it did look like she had some blush on and maybe a few strokes of eye shadow and some face powder and her lips didn't have any lipstick, but it did look extremely smooth. Although it was improper to even think of it, Adam just wanted to go up to her and kiss her. It was one of those days where he'd look at a girl and just want to go up and kiss her, but he never did. He didn't want to be thought of as a pervert like some other men in the business. Shaking this thought off, he now saw her filing her nails. Where did that nail file come from?
"Sorry." He said apologizing for dozing off like that in front of her. "It's okay. So, why don't you open it?" She asked. But before he did, he decided to ask her something. "I have a question." Adam said, "Shoot." She responded. "Why are you here? Are you a stalker or something? I mean you were at the hotel I was in a few weeks ago." Adam said. She, on the other hand, was speechless. She wasn't a stalker, but she didn't want him to know the truth. It was far too secretive to tell.
"I just found out the WWE was in town two days ago. My cousin's the stalker of Chris Jericho." She lied. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She thought inside her head. She just thought she should stick to this. "So, I just decided to tag along." She continued seeing Adam nod. "So, open it!" she urged him.
He opened it and saw that inside was a signed shirt of one of his favorite bands, the Foo Fighters. "Wow." He said out loud. This person can really cheer me up. He thought.
"Well, since it isn't a bomb, I might as well go to bed now. Night." She said walking off without giving him the chance to greet her goodnight.
He put his shirt inside his bag and got dressed for bed. He kept all his things and fell onto the bed, falling asleep instantly.
He had to get ready for next week; it was going to be a hell of a week.
End of chapter three.