To Win Her Heart
by Greg & Shelly



Chapter 1

"And Victoria is your new women’s champ, folks," JR exclaimed. The brunette Diva had just defeated Melina for the title on Raw that night.

As she was celebrating in the ring Team Rated RKO’s music hit. The tag champs sauntered down the ramp, hatred in their eyes for the woman before them. Their manager and Randy’s girlfriend Angela Roberts trailed a few steps behind. Grabbing a couple of mics and climbing into the ring they approached her.

"I see you have a nice shiny new belt," Edge said smirking.

"Yeah I do," Victoria replied, not for a second wanting to show them an ounce of fear. "Why are you here?"

"That’s a good question," Randy replied. "You see, Edge and I, we’re here to congratulate you, Victoria." Edge nodded, smirking evilly at her.

"Thank you," Victoria replied, not quite sure if she could trust them.

"I’m not," Angela said grabbing Randy’s mic. "You better shine the belt up real nice, bitch, because it’s mine come Backlash." She shoved the mic back into Randy’s hand.

"Now, leave," Edge said, his smirk replaced by a scowl.

Victoria vehemently protested, refusing to leave the ring just because they wanted her to. "Who the hell do you think you are," she screeched, shoving Edge. "You’re not the boss of me!" She then shoved Randy.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Jason," Rey called rushing in to Jason Rampage’s locker room. The younger man looked up from lacing up his boots. "Victoria’s in trouble. Randy, Edge and Angela are harassing her. You better get out there."

"Shit," Jason said tying his boots and heading to the Gorilla position.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy and Edge exchanged looks as Victoria continued to berate them, poking them both in the chest with a finger. They were just about to double team her when Angela stepped between them. Both men quirked a brow at her.

"Let me handle this bitch," she said.

Victoria was now in a fighting stance as Angela turned back to her. She had discarded her belt for the time being. The feisty brunette lunged at Angela, who dodged the attack with ease. Victoria tumbled into the corner face first.

Angela pounced on her, pummeling her and pounding her head into the mat. Getting to her feet she whipped Victoria into the corner and set her up for a top rope huricanrana. Before she could execute the move Three Days Grace’s Let You Down blared through the arena. The fans popped loud for the arrival of Jason Rampage to save their new women’s champ.

"Cut my music," Rampage called coming out onto the stage, mic in hand. "You guys have a knack for teaming up on people, don’t you?"

Angela released Victoria, dumping her over the ropes near the ramp. Rampage made his way down the ramp to check on Victoria. When he was sure she would be all right he turned his attention back to Edge and Randy.

"Why don’t you run along and play, little boy," Edge said, mocking his youth.

"Real funny," Rampage replied. "You know I am so sick and tired of you three walking around here like you’re the top dogs." He smirked as the crowd began an "asshole" chant. "You think just because you have those tag straps and a slut on your arm makes you big men around here, don’t you?"

Angela threw a tantrum. "No one calls me a slut," she screeched.

"Sweetheart, from what I hear EVERYONE calls you a slut in the back," Rampage replied, smiling when the fans roared with laughter. "Perhaps you should cut back on the ‘favors’ for the boys."

"You son of a bitch," Angela screeched, trying to climb through the ropes. Randy held her back, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Your ass is grass!"

"Did you come out here to insult my girl or did you have a point," Randy demanded.

"Oh, I have a point," Rampage replied. "I’m here to challenge the two of you to a match at Backlash for those belts."

Edge and Randy began to laugh. "You don’t have a partner, idiot," Edge replied. "These are the TAG TEAM championship belts. You’re just one person. We’re really quaking in our boots."

"Oh I’ll have a partner by Backlash," Rampage replied. "As a matter of fact I have a partner all lined up."

"Well, who is it," Randy asked smirking. "Certainly not Victoria. Wait, is he invisible?"

"You’ll know by Backlash who my partner is boys," Rampage replied dropping his mic. He slung Victoria’s arm around his neck and helped her to the back as his music blared once again.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Who the hell does that kid think he is," Edge demanded, kicking a chair as he entered the locker room with Randy and Angela.

"Relax," Angela said. "No one can match your combined skill in the ring." Randy smirked, pulling her into his arms and kissing her neck. She giggled and turned around his arms, capturing his lips in a steamy kiss.

Edge watched this and grumbled. "Would you two get a fucking room," he demanded. "Jesus, I don’t want to see that shit."

"Jealous Randy and I stopped inviting you over for threesomes," Angela teased, over her shoulder. "Oh, wait, I know what it is." She pulled free from Randy, sauntering over to Edge and shoving him down into a chair. "Does little Edge need to be exercised?" She ran a finger down his chest to his belt.

Edge slapped her hand away. "You better keep an eye on this one Randy. Keep her the fuck away from me," he said, shooting death glares at her as he left the locker room, slamming the door behind him.

"What is his problem," Angela asked, taking the seat that Edge had just vacated.

"He’s been testy since Lita retired," Randy replied, pulling her back to her feet. "Why don’t we go take a nice…long…shower," he said, each word punctuated with a kiss.

"You read my mind Legend Killer," she smirked, as he dragged her toward the showers, shedding their clothes on the way.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You sure you’re all right," Rampage asked. He couldn’t believe he had actually saved the woman he had been lusting after for the past few months.

"Yeah," Victoria said smiling. "Thanks for saving my ass." She chuckled. "You know, you’re really cute. I never noticed that before."

"Well," Rampage said blushing slightly. She chuckled at his modesty. "Listen, if you’re not busy later I was hoping maybe we could go have a drink or something."

"It’s a date," Victoria replied smiling. She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek before heading off to the women’s locker room.

This action did not go unnoticed by Edge. Smirking he made his way back to his locker room. Walking in he groaned, seeing the trail of discarded clothes leading into the showers.

"Randy, we need to talk," Edge called, not caring if his partner was occupied.

"Now’s not a good time," Randy grunted.

"You’re welcome to join us," Angela giggled.

"Finish up and get your asses out here," Edge grumbled taking a seat.

Moments later both Randy and Angela appeared clad only in towels. "What was so damn important that you had to interrupt us," Randy demanded.

"Seems like Jason Rampage has a date with a certain women’s champ tonight," Edge replied smirking. "I’m guessing it’s taken him months to finally ask her out."

"Yeah," Angela said, bored already. "What does that have to do with us?"

"I’m thinking a certain stipulation needs to be added to our match at Backlash," Edge replied.

"Look, man, if you want a new girl I’m sure Angie can convince one of her friends to…"

"It’s not about wanting Victoria," Edge replied, not wanting to hear the rest of what Randy had to say. "It’s about making Rampage miserable. How would he feel if his lady love is forced into servicing his opponents’ team?"

"You already have the services of a lady," Angela said crossing her arms across her ample chest. "Why would you need Victoria?"

"Maybe we’re in the market for a new manager," Edge replied.

"No we’re not," Randy said stepping between Edge and Angela before the spat could turn violent…on Angela’s part.

She glared at Edge as Randy held her back. "I’m going to get dressed," she finally said retrieving her discarded clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

Randy turned his attention back to Edge. "Why do you have to do things like that," he demanded. "I get why you want Victoria, but honestly, man, tormenting Angie like that…"

"Just make sure you keep your focus," Edge replied. "You get distracted too easily by that bimbo at ringside." With that he left the locker room to let Randy dress.

Chapter 2

Later that night Team Rated RKO were set to take on Jason Rampage and a mystery partner. Angela leaned against the doorframe watching Edge and Randy as they finished getting ready. Edge adjusted his elbow pads and looked Angela up and down, scoffing at her outfit.

"What," she asked looking down at herself. She wore a low cut pink tank top and a black mini skirt with black knee boots and fishnet stockings. "You have a problem with my outfit?"

"I just didn’t know hookers could pass for managers these days," Edge replied.

"Damn it, Edge," Randy yelled jumping to his feet. "Stop talking to Angie that way!"

Angela sauntered over to Randy, placing a hand on his chest to stop him from swinging at Edge. "Now, now, Randy," she said. "Edge has a right to his opinion." Randy looked at her like she was insane. "I didn’t say he was right. I just said he had a right to it."

"Whatever," Edge said heading toward the door. "I’ll meet you at the Gorilla position." With that he left the locker room.

"I hate how he treats you," Randy said wrapping his arms around Angela.

"I’m not worried about him," she replied. "You and I both know who’s carrying this team." He smirked. "Now let’s go show that punk Rampage who the tag champs are."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy, Edge and Angela were waiting in the ring when Rampage’s music hit. He stepped out on to the stage, smirking at the tag champs. It didn’t go unnoticed that he had no partner with him.

Grabbing a mic Edge said, "Forget something, chump? Where’s your partner?"

Rampage simply smiled, stepping aside and pointing to the curtains. As he did so Shelton Benjamin’s music blasted. The young South Carolinian stepped out onto the stage to a huge pop. Rampage and Benjamin shook hands before heading down the ramp.

Edge and Randy began laughing. "That’s your partner," Randy scoffed. "I thought you’d give us more of a challenge."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn’t long before both men realized that Shelton Benjamin and Jason Rampage’s skills combined were no laughing matter. The tag champs barely got any offense in as Rampage and Benjamin dominated the match with quick tags and a combination of power and high flying moves.

Rampage had just spinebustered Edge when Benjamin whipped Randy into the ring steps. Rampage went for the pin. Both men had forgotten about Angela. The referee’s hand was just coming down for the three when she yanked him out of the ring, screeching in his face.

Rampage slid out of the ring glaring at her. She began backing away from him as he stalked her. She slid into the ring, still backing away from him. He was just about to grab her when she ducked and Edge nailed him with the spear. She slid out of the ring to aid Randy with Benjamin. The Rated R Superstar pinned Rampage in the center of the ring for the win.

Benjamin had just been taking out by a low blow from Angela as he manhandled Randy. He dropped to his knees gasping for air as Angela helped Randy up and into the ring to celebrate their victory. She grabbed a mic, standing over Rampage, venom in her eyes.

"Nice try, punk," she said. "You’re gonna need to find some better competition for my boys." Edge picked Rampage up, holding him in a kneeling position as Angela cocked her foot back to kick him in the most sensitive of areas.

Before she could do anything she was knocked to the mat as Victoria rushed into the ring. Edge dropped Rampage and was about to help Angela when Rampage connected with a punch to the gut. He collapsed to the mat in a crumpled heap.

Randy had just pulled Victoria off of Angela and was setting her up for the RKO when Benjamin super kicked him from behind. The Legend Killer collapsed on top of Angela. Benjamin took Victoria’s hand and led her over to Rampage, who was just getting to his feet.

Rampage grabbed the mic. "Edge, Randy," he panted. "Shelton Benjamin was A partner, but he is not THE partner." Shelton chuckled. "I’ll give you a little clue. My Backlash partner is a real hellraiser." With that he tossed the mic down and exited his ring with Victoria and Benjamin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"This is pathetic," Edge growled as he all but dragged Randy into the locker room. Angela limped behind them. "That jackass just made us look like chumps."

He tossed Randy down into a chair and started pacing. Angela frowned at Edge and went to check on Randy. "We would have been fine if that bitch hadn’t stuck her nose in where it didn’t belong," she grumbled.

Just then there was a knock on the open door. Turning their attention to the doorway they saw Rampage and Benjamin standing there. "Just came to check on our victims…I mean…friends and I do use friends very loosely." Benjamin just snickered.

"Laugh all you want, buddy," Edge said. "Come Backlash I guarantee that you won’t be the one laughing."

"What’s that? An idle threat," Rampage demanded.

"You see, I had a little stipulation added to the match," Edge replied. "You win, you get the titles. But if Randy and I win…we get the services of the lovely Victoria."

Rampage glared at Edge. "We’ll see who gets the last laugh, blondie," he said stalking off with Benjamin close behind.

"Blondie," Edge scoffed. "Is that the best you got," he yelled down the hall.

"Are you sure about this Victoria thing," Randy asked finally getting to his feet. "I mean she’s not exactly going to come over to our side willingly."

"Just leave Victoria to me," Angela said smirking. "Trust me, boys, I know how to break a bitch."

"Not sure Victoria will enjoy the whips and chains," Edge replied with a chuckle. "But if you say you can break her then I trust you." She smiled up at him. "Get this one thing straight, Angela, you blow it and Team Rated RKO will NOT be needing your managerial services anymore." Her smile fell and she glared up at him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Jason," Benjamin called as he followed Rampage down the hall. "Don’t let what Edge said get to you, man."

"I’m not going to lie," Rampage said with a sigh. "I don’t like this added stipulation. Why would they want Victoria?"

"Just to mess with your head," Benjamin replied. "Don’t let him get to you."

"Hey Jason," Victoria said smiling as she joined them.

"I’ll leave you guys alone," Benjamin said smiling. "Thanks for the opportunity tonight." Rampage nodded as Benjamin left.

"What’s wrong," Victoria asked seeing that he was more tense than usual.

"Edge…added a stipulation to the match. If they win they get your services," Rampage replied.

"Well, that won’t happen," Victoria said smiling. Rampage just sighed and looked away. "Hey, look at me." She grasped his head and made him face her. "I have complete faith in you and your partner. You will not be losing."

"But what if I do," Rampage asked.

"You won’t," she replied pressing her lips to his.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela stood watching this exchange on the monitor. "That bitch," she growled, kicking a chair. "When I get done with her they’ll need a body bag to haul her ass out of here."

"I love it when you get that murderous glint in your eyes," Randy said wrapping her up in his arms. She leaned back into his chest as he kissed her neck.

"I need to work off some tension," she whispered to him. "Let’s go back to the hotel." Randy smirked, scooping her up and carrying her out of the locker room.

Chapter 3

Victoria walked along the halls to the catering area. She had a match against Mickie James on Smackdown that night. She didn’t notice that she was being followed until she stopped to grab a cup of coffee. She was grabbed and thrown into the wall, coffee went flying everywhere. Victoria glared up at her attacker from the floor.

"What do you want, bitch," she spat at Angela, who grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up to eye level.

"Who’s Rampage’s tag partner for Backlash," she demaned shoving her into the wall and pinning her there. She held her hand around Victoria’s throat.

"Like I’d actually tell you," Victoria laughed. Angela tightened her grip on the champ’s throat.

"Tell me or we’ll be needing a new women’s champ," Angela said through gritted teeth.

"Kiss my ass," Victoria replied, coughing.

Angela’s jade green eyes took on an almost crazy look as she pulled Victoria to her so that her face was just centimeters from hers. "You think your beloved Jason is going to save you? Think again."

"Do whatever you want," Victoria hissed. "Even if I did know I wouldn’t tell you!" She shoved Angela away from her. Angela stumbled back, unable to believe how tough it was to get an answer from Victoria. "Stay away from me!" With that Victoria stormed off.

Angela stood there fuming a moment before she heard clapping from behind her. Spinning on her heel she saw Edge standing there a smirk curling his lips. She narrowed her eyes at him waiting for the verbal barb she knew was coming.

"You…uh…really broke that bitch," he chuckled. "Isn’t that what you said you knew how to do?"

"Eat me," she replied, shoving past him.

He grabbed her arm, yanking her back to him so that they were nose to nose. "You’re running out of time, Angela," he said deadly serious. "We lose these titles at Backlash and you’re through."

Angela yanked free from his grip, glaring at him. "Don’t you worry about that," she replied. "You won’t lose."

"We better not," he replied.

"What’s going on here," Randy asked finally joining them. He could see that both Edge and Angela were upset.

"Nothing," Angela said still glaring at Edge. "I'm out of here."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What happened," Rampage asked seeing how disheveled Victoria looked.

"Angela," she replied. "She’s trying to find out who your mystery partner is." Rampage growled under his breath. "Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her a thing."

"Good," he said smiling. "We still on for tonight?"

"You bet," she replied. "I better get back to hair and make up. My match is up next."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Victoria had just beaten Mickie with the Widow’s Peak. Before climbing out of the ring she grabbed a mic. "Angela, you want a shot at this title at Backlash you’ll have to earn it," she said. "On Raw next week. You and me. One on on. Don’t bring your goons."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What did you say to her," Randy demanded of Edge. "She’s really pissed."

"Like I give a flying fuck," Edge replied.

"You should," Randy replied. "She’s a part of this team too."

Edge scoffed. "She’s only a ‘part’ of this team because you’re fucking her, Randy."

Before Randy could respond Angela entered the locker room, slamming the door behind her. She picked up a chair and threw it across the room. She was about to do it with another chair, but Randy stopped her.

"Ang," he yelled, pinning her arms behind her back. "Stop it! What’s wrong with you?"

"That bitch, Victoria," she growled. "She challenged me to a match on Raw."

"Shouldn’t be any problem for you," Edge smirked. "You know how to break a bitch." He chuckled.

"You’re so lucky Randy is holding me right now," she said narrowing her eyes at him. "I’d have you in a bloody heap right now if he didn’t."

"Scary," Edge replied crossing his arms across his chest.

"Stop it," Randy said to Edge. "Ang, calm down." She eventually stopped fighting him, relaxing in his arms. He released her, making sure she didn’t lunge at Edge. "Now, we have something more important to think of. Rampage gave us a clue about his partner for Backlash. Maybe we should put our energy in to figuring out who that person is."

"It could be anyone on the roster," Angela said sighing as she took a seat.

"It doesn’t have to be someone on the active roster," Edge pointed out. "He could be bringing in someone we haven’t seen in a while."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Rampage stood outside the door as Edge, Randy and Angela contemplated who his partner would be. A smile curled his lips as they tossed names around. They had no clue who he was going to tag up with and he liked that just fine. He walked away shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

"Ready to go," Victoria asked spotting him coming her way. She had changed into a white halter dress with white wedge shoes. Her hair was pulled up into a mass of curls.

"Sure am," he replied offering her his arm. She hooked hers through it and together they headed out of the arena.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I had a really good time," Victoria said later that night as Rampage walked her to her room.

"Me too," he replied. "So, I’ll see you on Raw?"

"Yeah," she replied leaning over and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Ang, would you please stop pacing and come to bed," Randy pleaded sleepily.

"The nerve of Edge," Angela fumed. Their little meeting of the minds had ended in Edge calling her every derogatory name in the book before storming out of the locker room. "Why do you let him talk to me that way?"

"He does what he wants to do," Randy sighed. "Forget about him. Come to bed."

"Don’t you even care that he speaks to me that way," she demanded.

"I defended you, didn’t I," he replied, yawning. "Ang, I’m tired and I want to get some sleep. Please come to bed, baby."

She crawled into bed next to him with a sigh, though her blood was still boiling. "You could just try harder to shut him up next time," she said as he wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her close to him.

"There won’t be a next time," he promised. "I’ll shut him up before he can even open his mouth." She smiled at his words, allowing herself to relax as she closed her eyes.

Chapter 4

The women’s match kicked off Raw the next week. Angela stood in the ring pacing as she awaited Victoria’s entrance. She was furious that her match was booked so early in the show and she intended to make Victoria feel her wrath. She was loosening up when Victoria’s music finally hit and the crowd popped loud for her.

The women’s champ made her way down to the ring intent on showing Angela just who the real champ was. She had taken crap from her for a week now and it was going to stop. She was going to make sure of it.

Once the bell rang and the ref allowed the women to collide it was a no holds barred brawl. The women battled inside and outside the ring, using just about anything and everything they could get their hands on. The ref was powerless to stop the assault, knowing that if the match ended in a disqualification the fans would boo him out of the building.

Angela finally grabbed the women’s title and clocked Victoria with it. The ref was up to a six count as the champ went down. Angela slid into the ring as the ref counted to ten. She had beaten Victoria.

Angela hopped out of the ring grabbing a mic. She grabbed a handful of Victoria’s hair, lifting the champ’s head so that they were eye to eye. "I’ll see you at Backlash," she said, before dropping the mic and Victoria’s head.

"You didn’t pin me," Victoria growled into the mic as Angela walked away. Unable to believe what she was hearing Angela turned around to face her foe. "You pin my shoulders to the mat or you get no title shot," Victoria said getting to her feet. "Next week on Raw." With that she dropped the mic, glaring at Angela.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Shit," Randy muttered as he watched the aftermath of the match on the monitor. "She’s going to be pissed."

"What else is new," Edge muttered pulling on his kick pads over his boots.

As if on cue Angela entered the locker room fuming, kicking the lockers and chairs. "THAT BITCH," she exclaimed. "I beat her. Now she’s putting conditions on my title shot! BITCH!"

"Angie," Randy sighed. "Calm down. You beat her once you can beat her again." Edge just snickered. Randy shot him a look, but he ignored it and continued snickering.

"What the fuck is so funny," she demanded walking over to where he sat.

"Oh, I don’t know," Edge replied standing. "It’s just that you get Victoria counted out and consider that a big victory."

"I had her beat," Angela replied. "I saw an opportunity and seized it."

"Yeah," Edge replied snickering. "Heaven forbid you actually pin her."

Angela slapped him hard across the face for the comment. This action stunned him for a moment before he grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her up against the wall. His blue gray eyes burned holes into her as he brought his face to hers until they were nose to nose.

"Edge," Randy said trying to pry his partner off his girlfriend.

"You EVER lay a hand on me again it will be the last thing you do," he growled at her.

"Get off her," Randy yelled, finally managing to pry Edge away from Angela. She collapsed into his arms, burying her face in his bare chest. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"ME? What the fuck is wrong with you," Edge demanded. "You saw what she did. You better control her and keep her away from me. I swear to God, Randy, I will personally see to it that you find yourself suddenly single next time she lays a finger on me." With that he stormed out of the locker room in search of some ice for his sore jaw.

"Are you all right, Ang," Randy asked, stroking her back. "Baby?" She pulled away from him, sniffling and nodded up at him. "Go wash your face. We have a match coming up soon."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Once again Rated RKO was in the ring awaiting Rampage and his mystery partner. Rampage came out onto the stage, Victoria on his arm. The crowd was buzzing about who the possible partner could be. They didn’t have to wait long as Rey Mysterio’s music hit and he popped up out of the stage.

Randy and Edge looked at each other before they burst out laughing. "That’s your partner," Edge asked.

"Shouldn’t there be a height requirement to compete in this match," Randy added.

That was all it took for Rey to hit the ring, Rampage close behind. The cruiserweight took on both men delivering devastating high flying move after move. It became apparent to both men that they had severely underestimated the smaller man.

Rampage had just knocked Edge off the apron into the barrier. Angela was busy checking on him to see if he was all right. By the time she realized what was happening it was too late to do anything to stop it. Randy had gone for an RKO, but Rampage shot him into the ropes. On his way back Rampage managed to drop toe hold him into the ropes, quickly tagging in Rey.

The smaller man happily performed a 619 right to Randy’s head and followed it up with the West Coast Pop to get the pin. Edge was furious, shoving Angela away from him as he got back in the ring to check on Randy.

"You think your munchkin will be able to do that again at Backlash," Edge demanded. Angela was in the ring now cradling Randy’s head in her lap.

"Whoa," Rampage said chuckling as he and Rey celebrated their victory. "You think Rey’s the hellraiser?" Both men laughed. "I mean, no offense to Rey, he’s a hell of a partner, but he’s just not THE partner."

"Who is then," Edge demanded.

"Clue number two," Rampage said holding up two fingers. "His career is red hot." With that he exited the ring, wrapping an arm around Victoria as he headed up the ramp.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What the hell are we playing a fucking game show," Edge fumed. "He’s dropping all these fucking hints. What is this shit?"

"He’s playing mind games," Angela replied knowing her input wasn’t wanted. Edge glared at her. "He’s keeping you guys guessing so that you won’t be prepared for whoever he has lined up."

"Whatever," Edge said flopping down onto the bench.

"I need ice," Randy groaned heading out of the locker room to find some ice for his sore jaw.

Angela watched Randy leave, not really wanting to be alone with Edge. With a sigh she took a seat on the bench across from him watching as he slipped off his elbow pads. He sensed her watching him and turned his attention to her, glaring at her.

"Something I can do for you," he demanded.

"I just wanted to apologize for slapping you," she said finally.

Edge was taken aback by the apology. As long as he had known her she had never once said she was sorry for anything she had done or said. "Apology accepted," he replied. "I meant what I said. If you ever lay a hand on me like that again I will end you."

"Understood," she replied standing. Randy had finally returned with an ice pack on his chin. Angela brushed past him heading out of the locker room to go change in the women’s locker room. Randy watched her leave a moment before turning his attention to his partner.

"What did you say to her now," he demanded.

"Actually she apologized for slapping me," Edge replied. Randy couldn’t believe it. "Yeah, it surprised me too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I’ll see you lovebirds around," Rey said smirking as he watched Victoria clinging to Rampage’s side. "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do." Rampage chuckled and waved goodbye to Rey.

"Sounds tempting," Victoria said smirking. "How about you and I head back to the hotel?"

"I thought you’d never ask," Rampage replied, placing a kiss on her temple as they headed out to the parking lot.

Chapter 5

"So, I’ll see you in the morning," Rampage said as he walked Victoria to her hotel room. He was about to walk away, but she grabbed his wrist, pulling his face down to hers for a steamy kiss.

"You don’t have to go," she whispered in his ear when the kiss was broken. He smirked looking down at her as she ran her hand over his well muscled chest, slipping it under his shirt to get a better feel for him. With a smile she grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him into the room with her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Ang," Randy said softly as he lazily made circles with his fingertip along her bare arm. They lay entwined in each other’s arms in bed, the sheets tangled around them. She looked up at him, quirking a brow. "You apologized to Edge. What’s that about?"

She sighed and shrugged. "I shouldn’t have slapped him the way I did," she replied. "It was uncalled for."

"Yeah, but…"

She cut him off by placing a finger over his lips. "Just let it go, Randy," she whispered, replacing her finger with her lips. "I can think of other things you could be using that energy for," she said when the kiss had broken. Randy smirked, pulling her on top of him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next morning Rampage awoke to the sun pouring in through the windows. Rolling onto his back he wondered if the night before had been a dream. He looked next to him and saw Victoria sleeping, the sheet draped over her, just barely covering her. With a smile he propped himself up on an elbow and ran a finger down her bare back.

The sensation sent a shiver down her spine and she groaned, rolling over to look at him. "Morning," she said smiling.

"Morning," he replied, brushing some hair out of her face. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look in the sunlight?"

She giggled, feeling a blush creeping up into her cheeks. "You’re quite the charmer, Jason Rampage," she said leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. His arms slipped around her body, pulling her to him, deepening the kiss.

"I think I’m falling for you, Jason," she said breathlessly as the kiss broke. "I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not."

"Vic, this is the start of something VERY good," he replied, smiling as he ran a hand through his messy shoulder length back hair. He fixed her with his sky blue eyes and smiled. "I guarantee that." She felt her heart skip a beat at his words.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You wanna head down for breakfast," Randy asked slipping his arms around Angela’s waist as she stood at the mirror pulling her honey blonde curls up into a ponytail.

She leaned into him, smiling. "Yeah," she replied putting the finishing touches on her make up. "Let’s go. I’m starved."

As they exited their room they saw Victoria exiting her room, Rampage close behind. They quirked a brow at each other when they realized that he was wearing the same outfit he had worn the night before. Rampage wrapped his arms around Victoria’s waist as they walked to the elevator.

"Ah, young love," Angela said as she and Randy caught up with the couple. "Isn’t it enough to make you sick, Randy?"

"So, you finally popped your cherry, huh, Rampage," Randy asked smirking.

"Fuck off," Rampage replied.

"My, such language," Angela said. "We were simply expressing an interest in another couple."

Victoria scoffed. "Jason and I have something with more substance that you jokers," she said. "Do you two even have ANYTHING in common? Aside from mindless fucking, I mean?"

"You say mindless fucking like it’s a bad thing," Angela replied with a smirk.

"Didn’t I tell you she was a whore," Rampage said in Victoria’s ear, making it a point to speak loud enough so that Angela and Randy could hear.

"You son of a bitch," Randy growled, pulling Angela to his side. "You apologize right now."

"Or what," Rampage asked as the elevator doors dinged open. He and Victoria stepped inside. "You’ll sick your ass clown Edge on me? I’m so fucking scared." The doors slowly shut as Randy stood sputtering.

"He’s going to pay," Randy said, glaring at the elevator. "Just wait until the damn Smackdown tapings tonight. He’s going to fucking pay."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Later that night when Rampage and Victoria arrived at the arena for Smackdown Rey met them. "Jason," he said. "Randy went to Teddy demanding a singles match against you."

"So," Rampage replied. "I’m not worried about Randy, Rey. I can take that goon."

"He wants Edge and Angela at ringside," Rey replied. "And me and Victoria banned from being there. He wants you out there alone."

"Playa," Theodore Long called meeting Jason in the hall. "I’m sure Rey’s told you about Randy’s demands." Rampage nodded. "He wanted me to ban Victoria and Rey from ringside, but I just couldn’t do it. Not in the interest of fairness."

"Thanks, Teddy," Rampage said shaking the GM’s hand. "I appreciate you looking out for me like that."

"You better go get ready," Long said. "Your match is coming up soon."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Let me get this straight," Edge said pacing the locker room. "Rampage insulted Angela so you challenged him to a match tonight?" Randy nodded as he slipped on his kneepads. "And how did I get roped into being at ringside?"

"You’re my partner," Randy replied. "You’re there for support."

"How about I support you from back here," Edge replied.

"Why do you have to make things so damn complicated," Angela sighed shaking her head. "Randy would do this for you."

"I’m not Randy now am I," Edge replied.

"Please," Angela begged, hating herself for it. "We can’t do this without you."

"Fine," Edge sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "I’ll come ‘support’ you."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Edge and Angela tried every trick in the book to distract the ref long enough for the other to interfere, but Victoria and Rey were quick to squash their attempts. Randy was becoming increasingly frustrated at their failed attempts and began to make mistakes. Rampage was quick to take advantage of these openings, knocking Randy silly a couple of times.

Rampage had just DDTed Randy and covered him for the pin when Angela grabbed his foot and put it on the ropes to break up the count. Victoria and Rey arguing about the call distracted the ref and Angela who had gotten on the apron distracted Rampage. No one saw Edge slide into the ring, setting up in the corner. When Rampage pie faced Angela off the apron and turned around he was met with a spear.

Edge got Randy to his feet and the Legend Killer got that look in his eyes as he waited for Rampage to hesitantly get to his feet. Once Rampage was standing he was met with an RKO. Randy pinned him calling for the ref, who made the count.

Rey and Victoria were quick to slide into the ring to protect Rampage from any further beating. Randy quickly slid out of the ring, joining Angela and Edge. The three celebrated their way up the ramp as their three enemies glared at their retreating forms.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Still think you need a new manager," Angela asked Edge when they got back to the locker room.

"Not sure yet," he replied. "Let’s see if you can come through in the clutch and then we’ll talk."

"Why can’t you just give her a compliment once in a while," Randy demanded. "She did her job tonight and she’ll do her job at Backlash too."

"Whatever," Edge replied.

"What is it exactly that you don’t like about Ang," Randy asked. "You’ve been treating her like shit for months now. What’d she ever do to you?"

"Nothing," Edge replied. "I just think you can do better. That’s all. She’s going to cause you nothing but pain, Randy. Mark my words on that one."

Angela glared at Edge as the men spoke. She made a mental note to have a little chat with Edge while Randy showered. For now she'd have to be content to send daggers his way with her eyes.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I’m gonna kill those sons of bitches," Rampage growled as he sat at the medic station getting his ribs taped up. "If it’s the last thing I do I am going to kill those bastards." He grabbed the arm of the medic taping him up. "Am I done?" The frightened man nodded.

"Jason, maybe you should let him finish," Victoria said, her brown eyes full of concern.

Rampage slid off the table and pulled her to him. "I’m fine," he said softly. "Don’t you worry about me, baby."

"Rest up those ribs," Rey said walking with them back to Rampage’s locker room. "You got another big match on Raw." Rampage nodded waving to Rey as he left them.

"Let’s get you back to the hotel so that I can nurse you back to health," Victoria said smiling as she placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I feel better already," Rampage said chuckling.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When she was sure Randy was in the shower Angela decided to take the opportunity to speak to Edge. "I thought we had an agreement," she said glaring at him.

"We did," Edge replied not looking up from his magazine. "Did you hear me say a word to Randy at all?"

"You almost did," she replied snatching the magazine away from him. "Let it stay buried. I mean it."

"Don’t give me a reason to tell Randy," Edge replied, snatching the magazine back. "You’ve been a good little whore lately, but it’s only a matter of time before you slip back into old habits."

Angela could only glare at him in disgust. "I need some fresh air," she finally said heading toward the door. "Tell Randy I’ll meet him at the car." Edge flipped her off before she left the locker room.

Chapter 6

Rampage headed out to the ring the next week on Raw. His ribs were still taped from taking the spear from Edge. Grabbing the mic he addressed the tag champs.

"Edge and Randy Orton think they’re something special," he began. "They think they’ve won something by pulling a fast one on the ref last week on Smackdown." A clip of the spear was shown on Titantron followed by Randy pinning him. He looked right into the camera. "Boys, you haven’t won squat."

Rated RKO’s music hit and the tag champs came out onto the stage. Angela was conspicuously missing. "How are your ribs, Rampage," Edge asked with a smirk.

"My ribs are just fine," Rampage replied. Edge and Randy snickered. "Why don’t you and your boyfriend come test them out?"

"What happened, Rampage? Couldn’t get a partner for tonight so you decided to be a big man and take us on by yourself," Randy asked. Edge chuckled.

"That’s fine with me," Edge said still chuckling.

Randy nodded and together the champs headed to the ring. When they got to end of the ramp Jeff Hardy’s music hit. The tag champs wheeled around and stared up at the stage where Jeff Hardy stood glaring at the two. He flashed the Hardy gun symbol before charging down the ramp, taking out Randy in the process.

Rampage slid out of the ring attacking Edge, sending him spilling into the ring steps. He continued the beating on the outside as Jeff tossed Randy into the ring. The match progressed with Jeff and Rampage dominating the tag champs.

About halfway through the match Angela appeared on the stage holding Victoria by her hair. "Hey Rampage," she called distracting him away from the match. Rampage saw who Angela had and got down off the apron. "Come any closer and I smash her face in on this cold, unrelenting metal." She pulled Victoria in as if she were going to DDT her.

Inside the ring Jeff had just given the Twist of Fate to Edge and was climbing the ropes for the Swanton. As soon as he got to the top turnbuckle Randy shook the ropes causing the younger Hardy to lose his balance. Jeff landed hard on the turnbuckle and fell into the ring.

"Looks like your rainbow haired freak friend could use a hand," Angela said smirking. Rampage turned his attention back to the ring and then looked at where Victoria was still being held against her will. He was clearly torn about who to help. "Let me make the decision easier on you," Angela said dropping the mic and delivering a devastating DDT to Victoria before walking back through the curtain.

Rampage was halfway up the ramp when Randy hit Jeff with the RKO and pinned him. Turning back to the ring Rampage groaned, knowing he had blown this match due to Angela’s interference. The damage was already done and he continued up the ramp to Victoria. She was out of it, but still conscious.

Rampage picked up the mic Angela had dropped. "Cut the music," he yelled. "Clue number three, boys. My partner is a real machine. Chew on that for a while." With that he dropped the mic and scooped Victoria up.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"That DDT was amazing, baby," Randy said as he and Edge followed Angela to their locker room. "Wasn’t it, Edge?"

"Yeah," Edge replied. "You did good, Ang."

"My goodness! Is it going to snow? Edge actually paid me a compliment," Angela chuckled.

"Don’t push your luck," Edge replied. "Shouldn’t you bet getting ready for your match?"

"As if there’s going to be one," Angela cackled.

"Oh there’ll be a match," they heard from the doorway. Wheeling around Angela saw Victoria standing there glaring at her. There was a nasty bruise spreading from her forehead across her right eye. "You better be ready." With that she walked away.

Angela grumbled something under her breath before stalking out of the locker room herself. She made it to the Gorilla position and began to stretch. Victoria was doing the same, though she kept a wary eye on her adversary.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Jeff," Rampage said finding the younger Hardy talking to his brother in the locker room. "Listen, man, I’m real sorry about leaving you high and dry like that."

"It’s all good," Jeff replied. "How’s Victoria?"

"Heading out for her match," Rampage replied with tight smile.

"She’ll be all right, Jason," Jeff said. "She’s a tough chick." Rampage nodded, taking a seat with the brothers to watch his girlfriend in action.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Listen, Ang and I are going out after the show," Randy said to Edge as he dressed. "Why don’t you come with us?"

"I don’t think so, Randy," Edge replied tossing his gear into his bag. "Not really into seeing you guys suck face all night."

"We used to hang out all the time," Randy said frowning. "Now we barely even talk unless I’m playing referee between the two of you. I just want things to go back to the way they used to be."

Edge sighed taking a seat. "All right, Randy," he replied. "I’ll come out with you guys. No trying to set me up with anyone. Definitely no grossing me out by eating each other’s face."

Randy smiled. "You got a deal," he said happily. "Angie will be so excited when she finds out."

"I wouldn’t count on it," Edge murmured under his breath.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela hit the ring steps at maximum velocity, pain shooting through her entire left side. Victoria was pissed and she was making it well known. Picking Angela up by the hair she rolled her into the ring intent on doing more damage.

Angela found herself unable to mount any kind of offense as Victoria cut off attempt after attempt at any kind of attack. The champion was clearly angry and out for blood. With every strike from her opponent Angela saw her title shot slipping away.

Victoria, finally growing tired of punishing Angela, hit the Widow’s Peak and covered her. In her blind anger she hadn’t noticed how close to the ropes she was and Angela was able to grab the rope and pull herself free. She stepped out onto the apron for breather to regain her bearings.

As she stood there Victoria attempted to charge her, but Angela quickly pulled the top rope down and the champ went spilling to the floor. Finally catching a break Angela hopped down and rolled Victoria into the ring. Feeling that this would be her only chance she pulled her up and powerbombed her in the center of the ring, covering her. She got the pin and sat back on her haunches, exhausted from the match. Before Victoria could recover Angela slid out of the ring and headed to the back.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, where are we heading tonight," Angela asked later that evening. She was still sore from her match, but by no means was she ready to call it a night.

"Some place that Cena told me about," Randy replied. "Edge is going with us."

"You’re serious," Angela asked turning her gaze to Edge. He shrugged and nodded. "Lord have mercy, the grump is actually going someplace other than the hotel and arena. Sound the alarm!"

"Shut it," Edge grumbled. "I’m only coming so Randy will stop whining at me."

The three headed out to a little club a few blocks from the arena. It wasn’t too crowded and they found a table quickly, placing their drink orders. "This place is nice, huh," Randy asked looking around.

"Could be a little more lively for my taste," Angela replied.

"Well, it is a Monday night," Edge commented. "Not many people party on a Monday."

"Just us losers," Angela replied with a sigh.

"Why don’t you guys go dance," Randy suggested. "I have to hit the head." Angela and Edge exchanged glances. "Go on. Have some fun." With that he headed toward the bathrooms.

"This is ridiculous," Edge groaned taking a long swig of his beer. "He can’t possibly be that oblivious."

Angela took a sip of her Malibu and Coke and sighed. "He doesn’t know about what happened between us," she finally said. "He doesn’t even suspect."

"But he can’t be that dumb," Edge scoffed. "After all the times we almost got caught by him…he never put two and two together?" She shook her head no, downing the rest of her drink and waving the waitress over to order another.

"He doesn’t even know why you hate me so much," she said.

"You guys are gonna be such downers," Randy said coming back to the table. He pulled Angela to her feet. "Guess you and I will have to get things going, huh?" He whisked her to the dance floor, leaving Edge to brood at the table.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When the three arrived back at the hotel Randy was pretty wasted. Edge helped Angela get him into bed. "I appreciate your help with Randy," she said softly as she walked him to the door.

"Don’t mention it," Edge replied. "I couldn’t see you dragging his oafish ass to the room." She nodded watching as he left the room.

She turned her attention to the bed where Randy was practically passed out. "Let’s get you ready for bed, Legend Killer," she said taking off his shoes and socks before sitting down next to him to remove his pants.

"Ang," he slurred. "Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Yeah, it was good to hang out with Edge again," she lied.

"I know things were hard for a while," Randy mumbled. "But I think Edge is starting to warm up to you again." He helped her remove his pants as best he could in his state before rolling onto his side and falling asleep.

With a sigh Angela sat with her back against the headboard, pulling her knees up to her chest. Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I doubt Edge will ever warm up to me again, Randy," she said softly. "I did something he will never forgive."

Chapter 7

Randy groaned, rolling over onto his back the next morning. His head throbbed as he reached out and felt the bed next to him, finding it empty. Cautiously opening his eyes he saw Angela standing by the window.

"Angie," he said, cringing as his own voice brought more throbbing. "Baby, what are you doing?"

She turned to face him, looking like she hadn’t gotten much sleep. "Just watching the rain," she replied with a sigh. "You know how I love the rain." She smiled weakly at him.

"You look like you didn’t sleep well," he said rubbing his temples.

"I didn’t really," she replied. "Hangover, huh?" He nodded, grimacing as the throbbing worsened. "Want me to run to the store to get you some aspirin?"

"No," he replied. "Just go next door to Edge’s room. He usually brings something for pain with him. You know how accident prone he is."

"All right," she said, not really wanting to see Edge at that moment. "Be right back." Randy nodded, rubbing his temples.

Angela made her way to Edge’s door and knocked. When he answered he was shirtless and had a toothbrush in his mouth. "What do you want," he asked.

"Randy needs some aspirin or whatever you have," she replied. "He’s got a hangover."

"Oh. Come on in," he said tossing the toothbrush into the bathroom sink and going to sort through his bags for the medicine. "I’m guessing it’s a whopper, huh?" He glanced back at her over his shoulder. She nodded, taking a seat at the foot of his unmade bed. "I have some extra strength stuff that should do the trick…if I can find the damn things."

"If you can’t find them I can always run to the store," she said.

"Found ‘em," he said pulling out a small bottle of pills. He handed them to her and finally got a good look at her face. "You look like hell."

"Thanks," she said taking the pills and attempting to leave. Edge grabbed her wrist and made her face him. "What? Going to insult me some more? Call me names? Belittle me? Because honestly I’m not in the mood this morning."

"Your conscience is eating you up too," he said. She met his gaze momentarily before returning her gaze to the carpet.

"It’s in the past," she said trying to pull free. "Why can’t you just let it be?"

"Because you took something from me that day," Edge replied. "Something I’ll never get back."

"Did you honestly expect me to keep it," she asked finally yanking her arm free.

"We could have told Randy," Edge said. "He would have understood once we explained. We could have been a family."

"Yeah and how did that work for you and Matt? Going to any ball games with your bestest bud these days," she asked. Pain registered in his eyes for a moment, but he pushed it away. "I wasn’t in love with you then and I’m not now. It was sex pure and simple. How could I bring a child into that kind of relationship?"

Edge backed her up against the wall just inside the door, glaring down at her. "Can you honestly tell me you love Randy," he demanded. "That that’s the reason why you stay with him? Can you tell me that?"

"Angie," they both heard Randy call from the hall.

"Let me go," she said softly, glaring up at him. "He’s waiting for me."

"You don’t love him," Edge said. "And you’re just stringing him along. Who do you think is going to get hurt the most? You or him?"

"It’s a chance I’m willing to take," she replied, grasping the doorknob. Randy was right there when she opened the door. "Got your pills," she said handing him the bottle. "Edge had a hard time finding them." With that she ushered Randy back to their room.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Hey, Jason," Batista said smiling at the younger star. "I saw your match on Raw. How’s Victoria doing?"

"She’s all right," Rampage replied. "She’s tough."

Batista chuckled, shaking his head. "So, you ready for Backlash," he asked. "I’ve been trying to figure out who your partner will be, but you got me stumped."

"You’ll have to wait and see, big man," Rampage chuckled, patting him on the back before walking away. Batista watched him walk away chuckling to himself.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy watched the exchange between Batista and Rampage. "Real hellraiser," he muttered remembering the clues. "Career red hot." He narrowed his eyes at Batista, who was getting some coffee at the catering table. "A real machine. Son of a bitch," he muttered.

Randy took off running down the hall and tackled Batista to the ground. The bigger man was taken off guard and threw up his arms to protect his face. Randy pummeled the Batista, growling obscenities the entire time.

"RANDY," Batista growled realizing who it was finally and threw him off. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

"You think I don’t know," Randy sneered. "You think I don’t know about you and Rampage." He launched himself at Batista again, slamming the bigger man headfirst into the wall. Batista crumpled from the force of the impact. "Tell your little friend Rampage he needs to find a new partner."

The commotion attracted a crowd. Everyone stared stunned at the carnage as Batista lay on the ground, bleeding from the forehead while Randy stood over him. Edge and Angela pushed their way to the front of the crowd, both not expecting the scene before them.

"What the hell," Edge demanded as Randy stepped over Batista toward them.

"Randy…why…do you know what he’s going to do to you when he regains consciousness," Angela demanded, hands on her hips.

"Relax," Randy said walking back to their locker room. "I figured it out."

"Figured what out," Edge demanded. "How to get killed? Because that would certainly even up the odds against Rampage at Backlash."

"Dave was Rampage’s partner," Randy replied with a proud smirk.

Angela smacked her forehead, raking a hand through her hair. "Batista has a match at Backlash, Randy," she said sighing. "What would make you think that Batista was Rampage’s partner?"

Before Randy could answer they heard Batista’s music from the monitor. Angela stared at the screen wide eyed, unable to believe the Animal was stalking down to the ring. He climbed through the ropes and grabbed a mic, blood still trickling down his face.

"You brought this on yourself," Edge said. "Don’t go looking at me for help. You’re on your own."

"Randy," Batista growled into the mic. "Get your ass down here right now."

Moments later Randy’s music hit and the Legend Killer appeared on the stage, with Angela. "What’s the matter Dave," Randy asked.

"Randy," Angela hissed. "Don’t torment the big angry man."

"You wanna fight me," Batista growled. "Then we’ll do it in the damn ring. Get your ass down here NOW!"

Randy sauntered down the ramp to the ring, Angela trailing behind. She had never seen Batista so mad before and she was terrified for Randy. She hoped that Edge would have a change of heart and come down to help.

As soon as Randy stepped through the ropes Batista’s onslaught began. He punished Randy from one end of the ring to the next. With every clothesline and back body drop Angela could only stand there and cringe. Randy tried to fight back, shooting Batista into the ropes where she tripped him up, but the big man was much too focused to be distracted as he continued his assault on a now bloodied Randy.

All hope of Edge coming to help was quickly dwindling when Angela decided to take matters into her own hands. She slid into the ring and attempted to deliver a devastating low blow to the big man from behind. Before she could connect with her target he caught her wrist. She stumbled back into the corner as he turned his attention away from Randy to glare at her.

Leaving Randy’s prone body Batista grabbed Angela by her hair and pulled her to her feet. She struggled to break free, but he was much too strong for her. He delivered a Batista Bomb to her before pinning Randy and exiting the ring.

Edge came running down to the ring moments later, going first to check on Angela and then Randy. "Did I win," Randy slurred.

"No, buddy, you lost…bad," Edge replied. "Can you walk?" Randy nodded as he sat up. It was then that he saw Angela.

"Ang," he panicked, crawling over to her. Her eyes were closed, but she muttered something that neither man could hear.

"I got her," Edge replied scooping her up. "Come on." He helped Randy out of the ring as best he could as he carried Angela to the back.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Go get your head checked out," Edge said once they were through the curtains.

"What about Ang," Randy asked.

"Don’t worry about her," Edge replied taking her to the locker room. "She just took a bad bump. She’ll be all right. You might need stitches."

Edge brought her to the locker room and laid her down on the couch. He brushed some hair from her face and sighed. "I should have come down with you guys," he muttered. "Why the hell did you get in that ring?"

"Had to…help…Randy," she groaned, her eyes fluttered open and she tried to sit up.

Edge shook his head, gently pushing her back down. He caressed her cheek, his hand cupping her face. Unable to stop himself he lowered his face to hers, kissing her lips softly. She groaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

They heard the sound of the door slamming and pulled apart. "Randy," Angela gasped. "Oh no." Ignoring the pain she got to her feet and ran out of the locker room.

Chapter 8

Angela searched the arena for Randy and finally found him pacing in the parking lot. As she approached he stopped pacing, glaring in her direction. He was pissed and she couldn’t blame him really.

"Randy…"

"Don’t," he said cutting her off. He began pacing again. "I should have known. All those times you guys were just a little too close to have been ‘talking’. I should have seen what was right under my nose." He kicked a pebble across the asphalt. "I pushed all the suspicions aside because I thought you and I were going somewhere."

"Randy," she said, tears stinging her eyes. Edge was right. She was going to wind up hurting Randy and she hated herself for it.

"You two thought that poor gullible Randy would just go on believing that you were mine," Randy sneered. He stopped pacing and glared at her. "Do you even care about me? Do you even love me at all?" She looked away allowing the tears to slip down her cheeks. He grasped her shoulders forcing her to look at him. "Do you?"

She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip on her. She struggled against him the tears streaking down her cheeks. Realizing it was futile to fight him she stopped struggling. "No, Randy," she finally said, not meeting his gaze. "I don’t love you."

He released her, glaring at her in disgust. "Are you in love with him," he finally asked, the word him spoken as if it was poison in his mouth.

"No," she replied.

"Of course not," Randy said. "How could you possibly love anyone, but yourself? You were an ice bitch when I met you. I should have known better than to think you would change for me." With that he stalked off.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel," Rampage said nuzzling Victoria’s neck as they walked out into the parking lot.

"Jason," she giggled, shoving him away playfully.

It was then that she noticed Angela leaning against a car. Something was different about her. Seeing Victoria staring in her direction Angela wiped her eyes and turned away.

"What’s the matter," Rampage asked, noting that something caught Victoria’s attention. He followed her gaze and saw Angela. "You’ll have a chance to kick her ass in the ring at Backlash. Let her be for now."

"Something’s wrong," Victoria said. "Why don’t you head to the hotel? I want to see what’s going on?"

"Vic," he said with a sigh. "This could be a trap."

"I don’t think so," she replied, smiling because he was so concerned for her safety. "Call it women’s intuition. I’m going to talk to her. You go on ahead." Rampage nodded, but made it known he didn’t trust Angela at all.

Victoria watched him head to his car before making her way over to where Angela was. Angela saw her coming and sighed, not in the mood to deal with her at the moment. "Please just leave me alone," she said, sounding much weaker than she had wanted to.

"Hey, I’m here to see if you’re all right," Victoria said holding up her hands. "That’s all."

"Why do you care," Angela demanded.

"You’ve been a thorn in my side lately, but that doesn’t mean I can just walk away when you’re obviously upset," Victoria replied. "What’s going on?"

"Look, thanks for being concerned," Angela said wiping away the tears. "I’m fine really."

"Don’t bullshit me, girly," Victoria said placing a hand on Angela’s shoulder as she tried to pass her. "You’re clearly upset about something."

Angela sighed, her bottom lip quivering. "Can we go someplace to talk," she asked. Victoria nodded.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy entered the locker room. Edge looked up from where he was packing his bag. "Randy, look I can explain…" He never got a chance to finish as Randy’s fist connected with his jaw.

"How long has this been going on," Randy demanded.

Edge held his sore jaw. "It’s over between Angela and I," he replied. Randy pulled his fist back, intent on punching him again. "I swear! It’s been over for a couple of months now."

"You honestly expect me to buy that," Randy said.

"It started when you and I first started tagging up," Edge said. "We never wanted to hurt you, Randy. That wasn’t our intention. It just happened one night."

"When," Randy demanded.

"The night Lita retired," Edge replied sinking into a chair. "She came to my room to see how I was doing and…one thing let to another. Before we knew it we would make any excuse to see each other in secret." He sighed raking a hand through his blonde locks.

Randy sunk into a chair opposite him. "Why did it end?"

Edge knew what he had to say next would hurt Randy and he really didn’t want to tell him. "She found out that she was pregnant," he replied. "You guys always used protection so she knew it was mine."

Randy groaned, burying his face in his hands. "What happened to the baby," he asked not really wanting to hear the answer.

"After she told me…she had an abortion," Edge replied. "Despite me begging her not to."

Randy looked at Edge, seeing how it pained him to talk about this. "You wanted her to keep the baby," he said more as a statement than a question. Edge nodded. "Do you love her?"

"I don’t know," Edge sighed. "I thought I did, but when she…she did it behind my back. She tried to tell me it was a mistake…that the pregnancy test was wrong, but I overheard her talking to the doctor one day."

"And that’s why you’ve been so cruel to her," Randy said, realizing what had been going on finally.

Edge nodded. "Not the most mature thing in the world, I know," he said. "I was hurt." The silence that stretched between them was agonizing. Finally Edge said, "So…are we cool?" Randy glared at him. "Obviously, I know it wasn’t cool what I did…what we did. Are we at least going to be able to work as a team?"

"I’ll be honest with you," Randy replied. "I’m mad..no…pissed and hurt by what you guys did. I don’t know if we’ll ever be ‘cool’, but I think for the sake of the team we can work together."

"Fair enough," Edge replied. "I really am sorry that this happened, Randy."

Randy nodded, standing. "Me too," he replied, leaving the locker room.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Victoria and Angela slid into a booth at a diner a few blocks from the arena. "So, spill," Victoria said once they had placed their orders. "What’s going on?"

Angela sighed, resting her head on her hands on the table. "Let’s just say I’ve gone and fucked up my life more than I ever thought was possible," she finally said.

"Meaning," Victoria asked as the waitress set down their coffees and pie.

"A while ago Edge and I started screwing around behind Randy’s back," Angela said. Victoria mouthed the word oh. "It just got out of hand and…I got pregnant." Victoria took a sip of her coffee, her eyes wide. "He wanted me to keep it, but…I wasn’t ready for that and he just didn’t understand."

"So, you…you know," Victoria asked. Angela nodded. "And Randy never knew?" Angela shook her head no, burying her face in her hands.

"When Edge found out he gave me an ultimatum," she said, her voice muffled by her hands. She sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin. "I chose Randy."

"But why," Victoria asked.

"I don’t know," she sobbed. "Maybe I was afraid to be alone. Maybe it was just something familiar…comfortable. He walked in on Edge and I kissing tonight and demanded to know if I loved him."

Victoria reached out and touched Angela’s hand. "And you told him the truth," she asked. Angela nodded, burying her face in her hands again. "Wow. I wish I had some advice for you, honey."

"I should have been honest with Randy from the start," Angela said as the waitress left the bill for them. "He’s right. I am an ice bitch."

"Well, you have your bitchy tendencies, but an ice bitch…I think that’s a bit too much," Victoria said leaving some money on the table and sliding out of the booth. "You made some mistakes. That doesn’t make you a bitch. It just means you have poor judgement." Angela slid out of the booth and followed her out of the diner.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Angela and Victoria stepped off the elevator at the hotel they could see Angela’s things piled in the hall outside the room she had been sharing with Randy. With a sad sigh she went to gather her things. "Thanks for talking to me tonight, Victoria," she said softly. "I should go see if I can get a room."

"The hotel’s fully booked," Victoria said.

"Of course it is," Angela replied. "Just my luck."

Victoria dug in the back pocket of her jeans, producing a keycard. "Take my room. It’s three forty seven.," she said. "I’ll be staying with Jason anyway."

"Thanks," Angela said slinging her bag over her shoulder and grabbing her suitcase. She headed down the hall toward Victoria’s room, never noticing the pair of eyes watching her from the window in the stairwell door.

Chapter 9

Waking up in the cold, empty bed the next morning Angela sighed sitting up. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been watched as she parted ways with Victoria the night before. It was an eerie feeling, but nothing had come of it and the feeling had subsided when she got inside the room.

With a groan she tossed the covers aside, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She looked at her phone on the nightstand, picking it up and looking to see if there were any missed calls or voice mails. Seeing none she tossed it back onto the nightstand and went to shower and change.

An hour later she made her way down to the hotel’s restaurant to have some breakfast. As she rounded the corner heading into the small restaurant she got the same eerie feeling like she was being watched. Stopping in the doorway to the eatery she turned to look in the direction the feeling was coming from, but no one was there.

"You’re losing it, girl," she muttered to herself with a shake of her head. Turning around to head in she slammed right in Randy. "Randy…I…I’m sorry," she sputtered. He glared at her a moment before shoving past her, heading toward the elevator bank.

With a sigh she turned around to head in, once again slamming into someone. This time she was knocked to the floor. "Angie," Edge exclaimed, helping her up. She slapped his hands away, glaring at him.

"Don’t touch me," she growled. "This whole thing is all your fault."

"My fault," he exclaimed, grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her aside. "How the hell is this MY fault?"

"You were the one who initiated that kiss," she replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "And as I recall you were the one who initiated the whole affair."

"Oh, I’m sorry," Edge replied, his blue gray eyes blazing. "Was I the one spreading my legs for the entire locker room?" Angela slapped him hard across the face.

She tried to storm off, but Edge grabbed her, pinning her up against the wall. "I may have been the one who initiated things, but I sure as hell didn’t hear any protests coming from you." He smirked down at her. "As a matter of fact I believe all I heard from you was my name over and over." She slapped him again, this time hard enough to stagger him.

She managed to storm off this time, pressing the call button when she got to the elevator bank. Once again she had the feeling of being watched as she waited. Glancing around she saw no one except Edge, who was heading her way. Deciding against waiting for the elevator she rushed into the stairwell and took the steps two at a time to her floor.

Once safely inside her room she pulled up the sleeve of her shirt and examined the reddened skin that she knew would soon turn to a bruise in the shape of Edge’s fingers. Deciding against staying at the hotel any longer she packed up and headed down to check out. She ran into Victoria and Rampage as she was waiting for a taxi to take her to the airport.

"Hey," Victoria said all smiles. "I saw you and Edge talking earlier. Looked pretty heated. Are you all right?"

Angela faked a smile and nodded. Her taxi pulled up then. "Gotta go or I’ll miss my flight. See you guys at Raw," she said throwing her bags into the back seat and getting in.

Victoria and Rampage watched the taxi pull away. "I still don’t trust her," Rampage said.

"Jason, she’s just had the rug pulled out from under her. Cut the poor girl some slack," Victoria said rolling her eyes at him. "She’s not trying to trick me or you. She’s going through some serious shit."

"Until she proves to me otherwise I don’t trust her," Rampage replied.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela sighed looking around the apartment to make sure she had packed all of her things. She hadn’t moved in with Randy when he asked her to months ago and for that she was thankful. She had no idea what she would have done if she didn’t have her own place to fall back on. With a sigh she took the keys off her key ring and set them on the kitchen table before leaving.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next week at Raw Angela showed up alone. She hadn’t spoken to anyone since leaving. Edge had left her several voicemails, but she had deleted them all. Victoria had even left a voicemail, concerned about how she was doing, but Angela had been in no mood to speak to anyone.

She walked the hall toward the women’s locker room. She was in a mixed tag match that night. It was the week before Backlash and she would need to work with Randy and Edge as a cohesive team. It sickened her to think that she and Randy would have to fake affection for each other now.

"Ang," she heard and looked up to see Randy standing before her. "I got home and all your stuff was gone."

"I figured I should collect my things before you left them out at the curb," she replied coolly. He nodded unsure what to say. "Was there anything else you wanted, Randy? Because if not this ice b*tch has to go get ready for our match."

"I’m sorry I called you that," he said reaching out to touch her. She pulled away from him. "Look, I was angry and I shot my mouth off. I just…think that maybe we can work through this."

"Randy," she sighed. "There’s no working through this. I told you I’m not in love with you."

"I know, but you stayed with me for all this time. Edge gave you an ultimatum and you chose me," he said. "There had to have been a reason. I think that if we sat down and talked we could work things out and try again. What do you say?"

She looked up into his intense blue eyes and sighed. "All right," she replied. "We can talk."

"Great," he said smiling. "Meet me at my hotel room later tonight and we can go have coffee and talk." He handed her a key card before heading off down the hall. Angela looked at the key card; the numbers four fifty one emblazoned on it in gold print and slipped it into her back pocket.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Rampage," Edge called from the ring later that night. "We’re sick of this bullshit with you bringing bogus partners to the ring." Rampage appeared on the stage with Paul London and Victoria in tow. "Yeah, we’re wise to you, Rampage. London’s not your partner for Backlash. "We want to know who it is and we want to know right NOW."

Rampage smirked, whispering something to London, who chuckled. "You want to know who my Backlash partner is," he asked.

"YES," Randy replied grabbing the mic from Edge.

"Well, boys, let’s just say that the fire still burns," Rampage said moments before the stage erupted in flames and Kane’s music hit. Kane stalked out onto the stage, taking his place by Rampage. London headed to the back, laughing at Edge and Randy, who were in for a world of hurt.

Edge and Randy stood slack jawed. They hadn’t counted on Rampage enlisting help from Kane. Angela too was shocked. She hadn’t even thought about the clues in terms of Kane. Rampage and Kane headed down to the ring, surveying their opponents.

The match was quickly underway. Kane opted to start off the match brutalizing each man before tagging in Rampage to continue the beating. It wasn’t long before Victoria tagged in while Rampage was dealing with Edge. He taunted her, asking if she wanted him to tag in Angela.

Seeing that Edge wasn’t going tag her in Angela made the blind tag and told him to get out of the ring. She then turned her attention toward Victoria, trash talking and trying everything in her power to stay in character. The women battled all round the ring until Kane tagged himself in when Victoria shoved Angela off of her in their corner.

When Angela got her bearings back she saw that she was in the ring with Kane. She scurried back to her corner and tagged Edge in, who refused to get in the ring. She tried to tag in Randy, but Edge pulled him off the apron, dragging him away from the ring.

Turning around with a look of complete dread on her face she saw Kane stalking her. She fell to her knees begging him not to hurt her. As the referee administered a ten count on Edge and Randy, Kane began to chuckle maniacally before grabbing Angela and throwing her over his shoulders as he exited the ring. She screamed and fought against him, but he held her tight as he carried her to the back still laughing.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Would you put me down," Angela yelled as Kane continued to carry her around. He brought her into the locker room he was sharing with Rampage for the night and dropped her into a folding chair.

"Big man," Rampage said smiling as he entered the locker room behind them. "Great effect kidnapping the tramp, but we don’t need her." Kane glared at him, shoving Angela back into the chair as she tried to leave. "Seriously, we don’t need her around."

"Maybe I want her around," Kane replied.

"Could you stop talking about me like I’m not here," Angela demanded as Kane shoved her back down into the chair. "Would one of you call off Mr. Crispy over here?" Kane glared at her, growling under his breath at the comment.

"Kane, let her go," Victoria said. "You can’t keep her against her will."

Angela stood and took a step forward to see if Kane would shove her back down. When he made no attempt to stop her she mouthed a thank you to Victoria and headed out of the locker room. She wanted to put as much distance between herself and Kane as humanly possible.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Later that night Angela headed up to room four fifty one. She pulled out the key card and slipped it into the lock. Seeing the green light flashing she turned the handle and opened the door. What she saw inside the room made her freeze in her tracks.

Randy was lying on the bed completely naked and Kelly Kelly was on top of him. Both were deep in the throes of passion. Angela dropped the key card and backed out of the room, fat tears slipping down her cheeks.

Once out in the hall she felt strong arms grab her. She let out a yelp before someone placed a hand over her mouth. "Relax," she heard Kane’s voice in her ear. "I won’t hurt you…much." With that he began to chuckle as she struggled against him as he carried her off.

Meanwhile back in Randy’s room, Kelly lay next to him, her head on his chest. "Angela is an idiot," she said breathlessly. "You’re a fantastic fuck."

Randy sat up, shoving her off of him. He thought he would feel satisfied with hurting Angela, but all he felt was dirty. He grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, turning to glare at Kelly. "Get dressed and get the hell out," he said, tossing her clothes at her.

"You men are all alike," she grumbled as she pulled on her clothes. "All you want is a cheap fuck and then you want nothing to do with me. It’s your loss!"

"I doubt that," Randy replied picking up the key card Angela had dropped and heading into the bathroom to run a hot shower. "I want you gone by the time I'm done with my shower," he said slamming the bathroom door.

Chapter 10

Kane carried Angela to his room, tossing her onto the bed and kicking the door shut behind him. She scrambled to her feet heading for the door, but Kane put his body in the way. She tried with all her might to move the mountain of a man, but he would not budge. Finally tiring of the struggle she sunk down on the foot of the bed.

"Why are you doing this," she asked, her voice meek.

"You looked like you could use a shoulder to cry on," Kane replied, crossing his arms across his massive chest.

She glared up at him, her jade green eyes darkening. "Why the hell would I want to cry on your shoulder," she demanded.

Just then her cell began to ring. Her eyes grew wide as she reached into her pocket for it. With the events that had happened recently she had forgotten she had it with her. She quickly hit the send button intent on letting whoever called know she had been kidnapped. Before she could speak Kane ripped the phone out of her hand, ending the call and pocketing it.

"What do you want from me," she groaned.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Edge looked at his cell phone thoroughly confused. He had tried to call Angela once again. He knew she had been avoiding him, but he could have sworn he heard the call connect and then the line went dead. With a sigh he tossed the phone aside figuring she was playing some sort of game. He picked up the television remote and began flipping through channels. She wasn’t going to get to him. Not this time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I don’t want anything from you," Kane replied leaning back against the door.

"Then why are you holding me here against my will," Angela demanded. "Why won’t you let me leave?"

"What Orton did to you was real low," Kane replied. Angela could see something that almost looked like concern in his eyes. "You don’t deserve to be treated like that."

Angela buried her face in her hands; her shoulders shuddering as silent sobs racked her body. "I do," she said, sniffling. "I hurt him." She drew in a ragged breath, meeting his gaze. "Haven’t you heard? I’m a whore."

"Is that what Orton and Edge would have you believe," Kane asked softly. "Did they get tired of passing you around?" Angela buried her face in her hands again.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy emerged from the bathroom clad only in a towel. He glanced around the room making sure that Kelly Kelly was gone. With a sigh of relief he pulled out a pair of sweats and pulled them on, sitting down on the bed. He picked up his cell and dialed Angela’s number.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Before Kane could say more Angela’s phone began to ring again. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and smirked when he saw the number on caller ID. He put the call on speaker.

"Angie," Randy said when the call connected. "Angie, please talk to me."

"Angela can’t come to phone right now," Kane said with a wicked chuckle. "She’s occupied with a real man." With that he ended the call and tossed it aside.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy stared at the phone, unable to believe what he had just heard. He didn’t blame Angela for finding the first man she could, but Kane? Something wasn’t right. Grabbing a shirt he exited his room and headed toward Edge’s room.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What the hell was that," Angela demanded.

"You deserve better than him," Kane replied.

"And I suppose you’re an expert on human relations," Angela replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "So, are you going to force me to have sex with you, have your demon spawn and then marry you?"

Kane growled, yanking her up off the bed by her hair. "Listen to me, little girl," he said, his face just inches from hers. "You’re stuck with me for the night. You’re not leaving this room." She tried to struggle away from him, but he held her tightly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What do you want," Edge demanded when he opened his door.

"Have you spoken to Angela lately," Randy asked, shoving his way inside the room.

"In case you haven’t noticed I’m not exactly her favorite person in the world," Edge replied. "So, if that’s all you wanted…"

"I tried to call her tonight," Randy replied, ignoring Edge’s tone. "Kane answered."

"Kane," Edge replied. "Wow, didn’t think she’s go running to Kane."

"I don’t think she ran to him," Randy sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "I think he abducted her."

"Whatever," Edge replied rolling his eyes. "I fail to see how this effects me."

"Don’t even try it," Randy replied. "I know you care about her. She could be in trouble." He got up and began to pace. "I…did something tonight…I know it hurt her."

Edge sighed loudly. "What did you do? Fuck Kelly Kelly?" Randy looked away ashamed. "You moron!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Are we clear on things," Kane demanded, his vice grip still holding her.

"Yes," she replied, afraid of what he would do if she defied him. He released her, dropping her back onto the bed.

"Now, get nice and cozy," Kane said pulling a chair over toward the door. He sat down, propping his legs up on the foot of the bed. "Nighty night, princess."

Angela sighed, kicking her shoes off and crawling under the covers. She rested her head on the pillow, rolling onto her side so that Kane couldn’t see her silent tears. Somehow she had gone from bad to worse and she didn’t know if anyone would come and save her.

Chapter 11

"How could you even THINK of fucking Kelly Kelly," Edge fumed, pacing a hole in the floor. "And then you invited Angie to come see it? What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was angry," Randy replied.

Edge stopped pacing and glared at him. "That’s not an excuse! God! You’re a fucking idiot!"

"I think we’ve established that," Randy said with a sigh. "Edge, Kane could be hurting her."

"Gee, you think, Einstein," Edge replied.

"Your sarcasm is not helping," Randy replied. "We have to go get her."

"Fine," Edge said heading to the door. Randy was hot on his heels.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Kane sat watching Angela in bed. Her breathing had evened and she seemed to be in a deep sleep. With a satisfied sigh he relaxed a bit, realizing that nature was calling. He glanced at Angela to make sure she was still sound asleep. Satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere he headed into the bathroom, closing the door softly.

Angela held her breath, listening to the sounds of Kane in the bathroom. Carefully she grabbed her shoes, found her cell and headed out of the room. She was determined to get as far away from Kane as humanly possible.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can’t believe I am helping you," Edge fumed as he trudged along the halls. Neither man knew where Kane was staying that night. "I should just let you clean up your own mess."

"So you keep telling me," Randy replied as he trailed behind his tag partner. "Do you think we should split up? We could cover more ground that way."

"Perfect idea," Edge replied. "You go that way and I’ll head back to my room."

"You know what…." Randy didn’t get a chance to finish his statement as Angela collided with Edge, knocking him to the ground. She landed on top of him with a yelp.

"Angie," Randy cried attempting to help her stand. "Are you all right?"

"He’ll find me," she cried swatting Randy’s hands away. "I don’t know what he wants with me, but I want nothing to do with that creepy bastard." She got to her feet, helping Edge up.

"Let’s get you back to my room," Randy said. "You’ll be safe there."

"Your room," Angela scoffed, glaring at him. "Why? Tired of Kelly Kelly?" She turned her attention to Edge. "Can I go to your room?" Edge looked at her like she had grown an extra head. "I don’t want to be alone. In case Kane tries to find me."

"Yeah," Edge replied. "I’ll keep you safe." He looked pointedly at Randy, who glared at him. "Come on, Ang." As they walked away she pulled Edge’s arm around her shoulders, snuggling up to his side.

~*~*~*~*~*~

With a satisfied sigh Kane exited the bathroom, glancing at the bed. "Damn it," he growled seeing it was empty. "Next time I should chain her ass to the damn bed." He kicked the chair he had been sitting in and sat down on the bed. Most likely she had run to Edge since Randy had hurt her. He would just have to pay Edge a little visit.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Once inside Edge’s room, he pulled away from her. "Randy’s not here now," he said coldly. He grabbed a pillow off the bed and a spare blanket, tossing them at her. "Curl up on the couch," he said.

"A gentleman would offer a lady the bed," she replied with a smirk.

"I’m not a gentleman and we both know you’re no lady," he replied.

"Please let me sleep in the bed," she said pouting. "I just really don’t want to be alone."

Edge sighed in exasperation, knowing he couldn’t tell her no when she started pouting. She knew his Achilles heel and played it for all it was worth many a time. "Fine," he replied. "You stay on your side and we’ll be fine."

"Thank you," she said crawling into the bed and pulling the covers over herself.

Edge lay down on his side of the bed. He got settled in, turning off the lamp on the nightstand. Closing his eyes he prayed that sleep would take him quickly. Unfortunately his prayers were not answered and he lay there in the dark staring up at the ceiling.

As he lay there willing his body to sleep he could feel Angela creeping closer to him. With an annoyed sigh he wrapped an arm around her, allowing her to cuddled up with her head on his chest. He soon felt her hand trailing down his body.

"Ang," he said grabbing her hand before it could creep any lower. "Cut it out and go to sleep."

"You could have your wish tonight," she whispered in his ear. "You always wanted me to choose you over Randy." She pried her hand free and continued to let it creep lower.

Edge grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. "We both know you’re only doing this because of what Randy did," he said and tossed her hand aside. "I don’t want you like this."

"I can’t believe this," Angela fumed sitting up. "You’ve wanted me all to yourself for how long? Now that I’m offering myself to you on a silver platter you don’t want me. What gives?"

"Guess I grew a conscience," Edge replied sitting up. "Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch." With that he took his pillow and blanket and set himself up on the couch.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy was fuming as he walked the halls back to his room. Once again Edge had stolen his girl. As he rounded the corner he spotted Kane. With a wicked smile he approached him.

"Big man," he called. "Looking for Angela?" Kane quirked a brow at him. "She’s in Edge’s room. Do what you want with that info." He patted Kane on the shoulder telling him the room number before he walked away.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The sound of someone pounding on the door startled both Edge and Angela. Edge groaned and sat up shaking his head. He had been so close to drifting off to sleep.

"If that’s Randy I’m gonna kick him in the nuts," he muttered walking to the door.

"Don’t answer it," Angela said, clearly terrified. She had a sick feeling she knew who it was.

"Relax," Edge said as the pounding got harder and louder. He opened the door and was struck in the mouth by a large fist. He collapsed to the floor in a heap. The door swung open revealing Kane.

"Honey, I’m home," he said laughing maniacally at Angela, who began to scream. He grabbed her by the hair and attempted to drag her out of the room, but she fought him.

She had just cocked her foot back to kick him where it would hurt the most when he caught her leg with his free hand. His grip on her loosened and his face contorted in pain suddenly as he glared down at her. Looking down he could see that Edge had regained consciousness and punched him in the crotch.

"Back off, asshole," Edge said getting to his feet and pulling Angela away from him as Kane doubled over. "You want her you’ll have to go through me." Angela cowered in the corner of the room.

"You just made a huge mistake," Kane said glaring at Edge. A sick smile curled his lips as he lumbered toward Edge. Without blinking he grabbed the blonde by the throat and threw him into the wall with all of his might. Edge crumpled to the floor in a heap.

"NO," Angela screeched, going to his side. "Wake up. Please wake up." She patted his cheek, but he didn’t stir.

"Now, you’re coming with me," Kane said grabbing Angela by the arm and pulling her into his arms. She struggled against him and he clamped a hand over her mouth. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way. I kinda like the hard way, but the choice is yours." Angela stopped struggling and Kane smiled. "Good girl." He carried her out of the room back to his own room.

Once inside the room Kane set her down on the bed. She glared up at him. "In the bed," he said. She obeyed remembering his threat about doing things the hard way. He pulled something out of his bag and she didn’t see what it was until he had slapped it onto her wrist.

"What are you doing," she demanded looking down at the handcuffs as he fastened the other side around his own wrist.

"You’re not getting away again," he replied. He got into bed next to her and shut off the bedside lamp. "Goodnight, Angela." She lay back on the pillow with a huff. The night just couldn't get any worse. With a soft sigh she closed her eyes and willed sleep to come quickly.

Chapter 12

When Edge regained consciousness the room was empty. Groaning he sat up, holding his aching head. He looked about at the ransacked room and wondered what Kane wanted with Angela. Getting to his feet he staggered to the door and headed to Randy’s room.

"What the hell," Randy demanded opening the door. Edge had been pounding on it frantically for a few minutes. Randy looked like he had been in a deep slumber moments before Edge had so rudely awakened him.

"Kane has Angela again," Edge said, wincing in pain as his head continued to throb.

"Yeah, I know," Randy replied, stifling a yawn.

Edge glared at him. "What did you do," he demanded.

"What needed to be done," Randy replied in a matter of fact manner.

Edge grasped him by the shirt collar and slammed him up against the wall. "What did you do, Randy," he demanded through clenched teeth.

Randy smirked. "Guess you care more about Angela than you thought," he chuckled. Edge slammed him into the wall again. "I told Kane where Angela would be," he said shoving Edge off of him. "Did you honestly think that you could walk off with my girl and get away with it?"

"Your girl? Seems like she stopped being your girl the moment she caught you with Kelly Kelly," Edge replied. "If he hurts her in any way…" His frustration got the better of him and he couldn’t find the words to complete his thought. With a growl he stalked off.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela lay in the bed next to Kane. She had managed to fall asleep though at the crack of dawn the sound of Kane snoring had startled her out of a deep slumber. With a sigh she lay in bed wondering what would happen once the big man woke up.

Her train of thought was broken when she felt herself being dragged toward her massive captor. It was then that she realized that Kane had rolled onto his side and she was now pressed up against his back. She tried in vain to pull herself back to the other side of the bed, but quickly realized that it was impossible. He outweighed her by a couple of hundred pounds.

"Kane," she said softly, nudging his shoulder. He grunted in his sleep, but didn’t wake. "Kane," she said louder, shaking his shoulder now.

"What," Kane growled finally awake.

"I can’t sleep like this," she said softly. "If you uncuff me I promise I won’t run."

Kane smirked, sitting up. "I think we both know that’s a lie, Angela," he replied. He reached into the collar of his shirt and produced a chain with a key on it and removed the cuff from his own wrist, massaging it to get the blood flowing back into the hand. "I think this will work better for you, highness," he said cuffing her to a wooden spindle in the headboard. "Good night." With that he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.

"Couldn’t you just tell me what you want with me," she asked, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I’ll do whatever you want me to do."

"I want you to get some more sleep," Kane replied, not opening his eyes. "You’ll need your energy. We have a busy weekend ahead of us."

"What are you going to do with me," Angela demanded.

"Go to sleep," he ordered.

"Randy and Edge will find me," she said, not really believing her own words.

Kane sat up and fixed her with a glare. "Is that the same Randy that was fucking someone else when you walked into his hotel room?" Angela looked away; knowing the point that Kane was trying to make. "The same Randy that told me what room Edge was in?" She looked at him in shock. "That’s right," Kane said smirking. "Randy cared so much that he gave away your location."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Edge raked a hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe he was going to Jason Rampage for help, but there he stood staring at the door to his hotel room. He knocked on the door and waited.

Victoria answered, clad in one of Rampages shirts. "What do you want," she demanded.

"Can I speak to Jason," Edge asked wearily. His head ached and he was worried about Angela.

"What’s going on, Vic," Rampage asked coming to the door. His eyes narrowed when he saw Edge standing there. "What do you want?"

"I need your help," Edge said. "I wouldn’t have bothered you, but I know you and Kane are friendly." Rampaged listened, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed across his chest. "He’s got Angela."

"He’s gone after her again," Victoria asked, concerned for her new friend.

"He took her, by force," Edge replied. "I have the goose egg on the back of my head to prove it."

"So, Kane’s getting him some," Rampage stated with a shrug. "Good for him." Victoria slapped him across the shoulder.

"Not funny," Victoria said narrowing her eyes at him. "We have to help her."

"Vic…" His words trailed off when she stepped back into the room to get dressed. "You had to come to me for help, right," he asked Edge.

"Like I had a choice," Edge replied. "Randy’s…Randy’s an asshole."

"I could have told you that," Rampaged muttered. Edge explained to him how Randy had all but sent Kane to get Angela. "Wow, didn’t think he was that much of a creep."

"Come on," Victoria said to the men, emerging from the room wearing the shirt tied in a knot and a pair of jeans. She led the way to Kane’s room down the hall.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela had just curled up as to get back to sleep when the sound of knocking on the door startled her. She looked to Kane, who growled as he swung his legs over the side. He stood and headed to the door.

"Think one of your boyfriends came to rescue you, princess," he asked with a chuckle. Angela ignored him, curling up on her side. Kane opened the door, scowling down at Rampage, Victoria and Edge. "What do you want?"

"We know you have her," Edge replied.

Rampage glared at him motioning for him to be quiet. "Kane, look I’ve told you a million times. If you want a piece of ass there are women you can pay to scratch that itch."

Victoria slapped Rampage upside the head, shoving him out of the way. "Kane, we know you have Angela. You’re holding her against her will."

Kane stepped aside, opening the door wider to reveal Angela cuffed to the bed. "She’s not going anywhere with him," he said pointing at Edge.

"Is she," Victoria began, but stopped moving in closer to get a better view of Angela. "Is she handcuffed?" She glared up at Kane. "Uncuff her now!"

"Not happening, lady," Kane replied, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Big man," Rampage said. "Look we get it. You don’t like Captain Cro Mag Head here." Edge glared at him. "But what you’re doing right now is a felony. Kidnapping? Ring a bell?"

"Kane, please," Victoria pleaded. She noted that he was boring holes into Edge as they stood there. "I get it. You don’t want Edge near her. He won’t be. I’ll take her back to my room and keep an eye on her. Please, Kane. You can’t keep her like this."

Kane sighed, running a hand over his bald head. He nodded and pulled the chain with the key from around his neck. He handed it over to Victoria and she went to free Angela.

"What did you do to her, you sick freak," Edge demanded.

"Oh the usual," Kane replied smirking, knowing it would get under Edge’s skin. Rampage had to hold Edge back as he tried to lunge at Kane.

"Thank God you talked him into letting me go," Angela said as Victoria uncuffed her.

"Look, I don’t know why Kane’s been doing this," Victoria replied. "You’re coming to my room. I’m not letting you out of my sight as long as we’re on the road. Understood?" Angela nodded, rubbing her sore wrist. Victoria took her hand and led her out of the room.

"I’ll see you at check out," Kane said to Angela, who clung to Victoria. With that Kane slammed the door to his room.

"Did he hurt you," Edge asked Angela. She shook her head no. "Come on. Let’s get you back to the room."

"Uh uh," Victoria said shaking her head. "She’s going with me."

"B-baby," Rampage said. "Um…I’m not really into threesomes."

"You can room with Edge," Victoria said walking off with Angela.

Rampage looked at Edge. "You get the couch," Edge replied to the unasked question.

"Fuck that," Rampage replied. "I was expecting some cuddle time with my honey until check out, but NOOO I had to help you. I get the bed. You sleep on the fucking couch." Edge was unable to argue with that logic. Hanging his head he led the way back to his room.

Chapter 13

The next morning Angela rose before Victoria. She sat up in bed, contemplating making a run for it, but ultimately deciding against it. She knew that Kane would find her again. With a sigh she headed into the bathroom and ran a hot shower.

Victoria was awake when Angela finally exited the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. She was just setting the phone down. "Who was on the phone," Angela asked. She hadn’t heard it ring at all while she was in the shower.

"Jason," Victoria replied. "He’s meeting us in the hotel restaurant in twenty minutes. "Edge is going to drop off your bag so that you can change into some clean clothes."

Victoria stood. "Did you leave some hot water?" Angela nodded and took a seat on the edge of the bed to finish drying her hair. Victoria grabbed some things from her bag before heading into the bathroom.

There was a knock at the door just as Angela heard the water begin to run. She stood, making sure the towel was wrapped tightly around her body and went to the door. Edge stood there with her bag. "Thanks," she said softly, taking the bag and attempting to close the door. Edge stopped it with his hand.

"Are you all right," he asked.

"Other than some chafing from the cuffs I’m fine," she replied.

"Angela," he said.

"Look, I don’t know why Kane’s targeting me," she replied. "He just is. I can’t control him anymore than Victoria or Jason can. Just stay away from me and things should be fine."

"Fine," he replied. "I just want you to know that I’m here if you ever need me." She nodded, closing the door.

"Everything all right," Victoria asked coming out of the bathroom wrapping in a towel.

"Yeah," Angela replied rummaging through her bag for some clean clothes to wear.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Victoria and Angela arrived at the restaurant first, taking seats in a booth near the far wall where Rampage would be sure to see them. They ordered coffee and browsed the menu while they waited. Angela didn’t look up from her menu until she felt someone slide into the booth beside her. Looking up she saw Kane smiling down at her.

"Good morning," he said.

"Honey, why don’t we go take a booth somewhere else and let the big man and Angela talk," Rampage said taking her hand and sliding her out of the booth.

Angela attempted to slide out with them, but Kane grasped her arm. "I promise I just want to talk," he said.

"No handcuffs," she asked. He shook his head no. "No kidnapping me and holding me against my will?" He again shook his head no. "All right," she said pulling her arm free and settling into the booth. "Talk."

Kane took a deep breath, prepared to lay it all out on the line for her right then and there. "I’ve watched what’s been going on between you, Orton and Edge," he said.

"You’ve been stalking me," she demanded. He gave her a look and she shut up instantly.

"They’ve treated you like a plaything," he said not meeting her gaze. "Neither one of them could see you for what you are."

"What’s that," she asked curious as to why he had taken a sudden interest in her.

"I’m sure you know my history with women," Kane said softly. "I’m not expecting much here, Angela. I just think that you deserve to see how a real man treats a lady."

Angela was both dumbfounded and touched by his words. Kane realized that his confession had shocked her and sighed, cursing himself under his breath. "Forget it," he said sighing when she didn’t reply. He attempted to slide out of the booth, but he felt her hand on his.

"It’s a lot for me to process," she said softly. "Kane…I…don’t know what to say. Had you explained this to me instead of kidnapping me and cuffing me to the bed…I don’t know. Can we start out as friends and go from there?" He smirked and nodded. "Good, now can we get something to eat? I’m starved." Kane chuckled picking up the menu.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Looks like it’s going good," Victoria said watching from the booth that she and Rampage had taken. "Kane’s actually laughing."

"Vic, honey, stop spying on them," Rampage said cutting his pancakes up and drowning them in syrup.

"I’m not spying," she replied sitting right in the booth and poking at her eggs. With a smirk she scooted closer to him, placing her hand on his knee. "Jason, sweety," she said slowly moving her hand up his thigh.

"What do you want," he asked, though he did not remove her hand. He was curious to see how far she’d go to get what she wanted.

"I want to invite Angela to ride with us," she purred in his ear.

Rampage choked on the bite of pancake he had been chewing on and looked at her with wide eyes. She looked up into his blue eyes, her brown ones reflecting love and lust for her man. Taking a big sip of his coffee he finally said, "All right, but I still don’t like her."

"Good," she said pulling away from him and sliding out of the booth. He watched as she jogged over to Kane and Angela’s table to tell Angela the news. With a sigh he jabbed at a piece of pancake and shoved it in his mouth.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You know you’re not this big horrible monster that everyone makes you out to be," Angela said smiling as Kane threw some money down on the table to cover the bill and tip. Rampage and Victoria had left already. They would be meeting in the parking lot.

"Thanks…I think," he replied with a smirk.

"I just mean that…I don’t know," she replied sliding out of the booth.

"I get it," he replied, placing a hand on the small of her back as they walked toward the exit. "A lot of people think of me as a monster and I suppose I haven’t helped matters with the way I act." His smile fell when they got close to the door and he saw who was coming in.

Without warning he pulled Angela to him and lowered his lips to hers. At first she fought him, not understanding his change in demeanor. The kiss had started out as harsh, but soon turned softer. Soon her widened eyes fluttered closed and she gave in to the kiss.

Angela relaxed in Kane’s arms and allowed him to deepen the kiss. She allowed him to part her lips and twine his tongue with hers. She relished the warmth of his body. His hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She had never felt such sensations before in her life.

When the kiss was broken they were both breathless. Angela stared up at him, still shocked by the sudden action. "Not that I didn’t enjoy that and all," she said slowly. "But what the hell was that?"

"Orton," he replied smirking. "And from the way he stormed out of here I’d say my plan worked."

"You have issues," she said shaking her head. "Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Once or twice," he replied chuckling. "Let’s go before Jason has a conniption fit waiting for us."

Chapter 14

During the drive to the next city Victoria would cast glances into the back seat and smile wide. Kane and Angela sat talking quietly. They were getting along great and she loved every minute of it. She just knew that sooner or later something would happen between the two.

"Honey," Victoria said after an hour on the road. "Can we stop for a potty break." Rampage nodded, spotting a rest stop sign up the road. He pulled off the road and parked. "Angie, come with me?"

"Sure," she said climbing out of the back seat.

Rampage watched as the ladies made their way to the bathrooms before he spoke to Kane. "So, you and Angela, huh?"

"I know what you’re going to say," Kane replied. "She’s not all that bad once you get to know her. She’s actually kinda sweet."

"Are we talking about the same chick here," Rampage asked.

"I wouldn’t expect you to understand," Kane replied. "She and I share something in common."

"What’s that," Rampage asked.

"Damaged hearts," Kane replied softly, before getting out of the car to stretch his legs.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"All right, girl, dish," Victoria said once she and Angela were alone in the ladies room.

"About what," Angela said fixing her lip gloss in the mirror.

"You and Kane," Victoria replied. "Something happened after Jason and I left this morning. I can just tell." Angela blushed and Victoria squealed happily. "I knew it!"

"He kissed me," Angela said. "He saw Randy coming in and just grabbed me and planted one on me."

"How was it," Victoria asked.

"Strange at first," Angela replied. "But then…I don’t know how to describe it. It was like…when he touched me I felt little prickles of fire where his fingers had been. I’ve never felt anything like it."

"Oh Angie," Victoria squealed and hugged her. "You and Kane look so cute together."

"Whoa, now," Angela said holding up her hands. "Look, after what I went through with Edge and Randy…I’m not looking for a relationship."

"You might not be looking for one, but I’d say one found you," Victoria replied with a knowing smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~

They arrived at the hotel an hour after their rest stop. Angela was in the lobby waiting in line to check in when she heard a familiar voice from behind her. She sighed loudly, not in the mood to deal with him.

"So, where’s your new boy toy," Randy asked.

"What are you talking about, Randy," she replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Kane…or have you moved on to the next victim already," Randy asked with a sneer. "Honestly, Angie, how long after he kidnapped you did you fuck him?"

"Kane never laid a hand on me," Angela replied.

"Couldn’t get it up," Randy asked.

"No, he just wasn’t interested in jumping me," Angela replied. "Unlike you, who would apparently fuck anything with a pulse."

Randy stepped toward her, his hand flying up to slap her across the face for the comment. Angela closed her eyes and waited for the impact. The slap made her stumble back. Her hand flew up to her cheek instinctively and she tasted her own blood in her mouth. Randy was about to strike her again when he felt someone grab his wrist. He turned to glare at the person and came face to face with Rampage.

"If that’s how you treat a lady then it’s no wonder she was stepping out with Edge," Rampage said. Randy let out a low growl and lunged at Rampage, who quickly ducked out of the way and pinned him up against the wall. "I guess being friends is out of the question."

"Angela," Victoria exclaimed entering the lobby and seeing her friend holding her face and her rapidly swelling cheek and lip.

Kane was right behind Victoria into the lobby. He took one look at where Victoria stood fawning over Angela. He then turned his attention to where Rampage stood still restraining Randy. "What happened," he demanded of anyone who would answer.

"Randy slapped her," Victoria replied.

Kane growled and started heading toward where Rampage was struggling to keep Randy pinned against the wall. "Kane don’t," Angela said, stepping between them. "He’s not worth it."

Kane looked down at her and then turned his gaze to Randy before returning it back to her. "You’re right," he said. "Come on, Angela. You can stay in my room. There’s no way I’m letting you stay in a room alone with that one on the prowl."

She allowed Kane to slide his arm around her shoulders and lead her to the elevator bank. She cast a glance over her shoulder and saw Randy watching them walk away. He was seething and she knew that she wouldn’t be safe alone.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I had a feeling there would be trouble with Orton," Kane said letting her into his room. "I booked a room with two beds."

"Thanks," Angela said setting down her bag and plopping onto the foot of the bed nearest the window. She winced at the pain that still radiated in her cheek from the slap.

"Let me see that," he said going over to her and squatting in front of her. He tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so he could survey the damage. "I think you’ll be fine," he said trying to keep his temper in check, though he wanted to tear Orton apart for striking her. "I’ll go get some ice," he said standing and grabbing the ice bucket.

Angela watched him go before lying back on the bed. She pondered what Victoria had told her in the ladies room at the rest stop. By the way Kane had been treating her that day she could tell that he cared more than he let on at first.

Kane returned a few moments later with the ice bucket. He could tell that she was deep in thought. Quietly he went into the bathroom and wet a wash cloth before setting some ice cubes in it.

"Angela," he said softly. "Sit up, please." She did as he asked and he squatted down in front of her. "You need to hold this ice pack to your face for a while to take down the swelling." She nodded, holding it in place. He stood and took a seat on the other bed.

"Thank you," she said softly. "You don’t have to be so nice to me. Lord knows I wasn’t nice to you at all."

"It’s a defense mechanism," Kane replied. "Acting like a bitch. It’s a way to keep people from hurting you." She didn’t know what to say. "I get it. Believe me. I get it. Been there myself." He sighed glancing at his watch. "We have a couple of hours before the show. Why don’t we order some room service?"

"Burger, onion rings and chocolate milkshake," she replied smiling. He nodded and picked up the menu to decide what to get for himself. In the end he ordered the same for himself and together they ate in comfortable silence while they watched TV.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Kane and Angela arrived at the arena that night Edge approached them. Kane glared at him, but he held up his hands in defense. "I’m not here to start trouble," he said. "I heard what Randy did." He turned his attention to Angela. "Are you all right? When I see that son of a bitch I’ll kill him."

"I’m fine," she replied. "A little sore, but otherwise I’m fine." Her cheek had a faint bruise on it, but there was no swelling thanks to the ice pack.

Edge breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I’ll see you around," he said feeling awkward.

He started to walk away, but Angela grabbed his wrist. "I think I have a way of getting back at Randy," she said to him and Kane with an evil smirk. "Let’s find Victoria and Jason and talk about this in private."

A half hour later they all stood around Rampage and Kane’s locker room listening to Angela’s plan. "I love it," Edge said smiling.

"I just love the way your mind works," Kane said smirking. He slung his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. This action did not go unnoticed by the others.

"Hey, Ang," Edge said as they were leaving the locker room. "Can we talk…in private?"

"All right," she replied and they found an empty locker room. "What’s up?"

"Look, I see that you and Kane are together now," he began, but she cut him off.

"Kane and I are friends," she corrected.

"Right," Edge replied. "Well, it seems that it could eventually become more than that. I just want you to know that if you decide to be with him…you have my support." She looked at him as if he had grown another head. "What we had was a fling, but I still care about you, Ang. I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not have you in it at all."

"That’s really sweet of you to say," she replied.

"Kane’s a good man," he said. "You deserve to be happy and I think he could make you happy. That’s all I wanted to say."

Angela smiled, happy to hear those words from Edge. "Thank you," she said softly and hugged him. "I’m happy to have a friend like you."

They exited the locker room and Kane met her in the hall. "Everything all right," he asked, eyeing Edge warily.

"Fine," she replied still smiling. "Come on, big guy, we got a show to put on."

Chapter 15

"You ready for our match," Victoria asked Angela as they got ready for their Backlash women’s title match. Angela flashed her a tight smile. She had never been this nervous before a match. "You’ll do great," Victoria said sensing her nervousness.

"I think I’ll feel better once I’m officially away from Randy," Angela replied pulling her hair up into a ponytail. "After yesterday it sickens me to think that I’ll have to be all lovey dovey with him on camera."

"It’s only for part of tonight," Victoria said. "Now, remember, don’t go easy on me out there."

"Vic, thanks for being such a good friend," Angela said giving her a quick hug. "Let’s go put on a show to put the boys to shame." Victoria smiled and led the way out of the locker room.

"Angela," they heard Randy call as the ladies made their way toward the Gorilla position to loosen up before their match. Groaning Angela turned around to face him. "We have some pre-tapes to do. Did you forget, honey?" He smirked and she just wanted to claw his eyes out.

"Of course not," she replied through gritted teeth, though only Victoria seemed to notice. "I was just looking for you."

"You hurt her and you’ll be in a world of pain," Victoria warned him.

"I wouldn’t dream of hurting her," he replied sweetly as he grabbed her hand and all but dragged her away.

A half hour later Angela found Victoria. "You all right," Victoria asked, seeing Angela’s eyes were clouded over with hatred.

"Remind me again that he’s getting what’s coming to him tonight," Angela replied.

"What did he do," Victoria demanded, wanting to kill him with her bare hands.

"He was all hands," Angela sighed. "It made me sick to my stomach to have to giggle and act like I liked it."

"He’ll be out of your life after tonight," Victoria said as Angela’s music blared through the arena. "Showtime."

Angela nodded. "See you out there," she said before making her entrance.

Once both women were in the ring they began to run through the spots they had discussed before the match. As Angela had said they put on a match that could have put the boys to shame. Staying true to her heel persona Angela distracted the ref and waffled Victoria with a chair that had been brought into the ring earlier in the match. Going for the quick cover and calling over the ref Angela managed to get a two count.

Frustrated Angela went for a crucifix pin, but Victoria managed to counter it, slamming her opponent down hard. While Angela was disabled she pulled her up and set her up for the Widow’s Peak. The match ended with Victoria getting the pinfall. The crowd erupted, celebrating Victoria’s win.

When the women made their way through the curtains Edge was there to meet them. "Ang, we have to do a little promo in the locker room with Randy," he said. "You know preparing for the match." She nodded and followed him back to the locker room.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After the promo had been filmed Randy, Edge and Angela were alone in the locker room. Edge sat lacing up his boots and pulling on his kick pads. Angela was lost in thought, wanting to be anywhere but there.

"So, we’re clear on the plan for the match," Randy asked. No one answered him. "Maybe you two didn’t hear me," he said. "Are we clear on the plan?"

"We heard," Edge replied. "We’re just ignoring you. Perhaps you should be more observant."

"What the hell is your problem," Randy demanded.

"You," Edge replied, taking Angela’s hand and leading her out of the locker room.

"You shouldn’t have done that," she said softly, cringing when she heard a chair fly across the room.

"Like I give a flying fuck about him or his feelings," Edge replied. "After tonight I won’t have to call him my partner." He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Let’s go find Jason and Kane."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randy found Edge and Angela talking to Rampage, Victoria and Kane at the Gorilla position before the match. Kane stood with an arm around Angela’s waist and she leaned comfortably against him. Randy felt his blood boiling at this sight. Not only had he lost her to Edge, but now to Kane as well.

He shoved his way over to his tag partner thrusting a tag title into his hands. "You forgot that when you left the locker room," he said. Edge glared at him, but took the title without a word.

Randy turned his attention to Angela, pulling her away from Kane. "On camera she belongs to me, big man," he said, wrapping an arm possessively around Angela’s shoulders. With that he dragged her away. She cast a glance back at Kane as she struggled to keep up with Randy. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't want to go with him, but had no choice at the moment.

Kane’s hands clenched into fists and he attempted to go after the younger man. Rampage stopped him. "I know you hate him," he said. "Chill. You’ll get your revenge in the ring. Let him have her for now."

"Trust me, Kane," Victoria said smiling. "Her heart belongs to you. She just doesn’t know it yet."

"Listen to the pretty lady," Edge said smiling. "She knows what she’s talking about." With that said he followed his tag partner out to the ring.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The match started off quickly with Rampage and Edge exchanging blows until Rampage finally got the upper hand whipping him into the corner. He tagged in Kane who took out his aggressions on the prone Edge. The match soon shifted with Edge fighting back. He finally managed to get away from Kane long enough to tag Randy in.

The match was back and forth, all four men getting in some good licks on each other. Victoria played cheerleader for Kane and Rampage while Angela did the same for Edge and Randy. Finally came the point in the match to put Angela’s plan into action.

Edge had the ref distracted while Angela slipped a chair into the ring. Randy picked it up, intent on smacking Kane upside the head with it. Unfortunately Kane saw it coming and booted the chair into Randy’s head. On the outside Angela acted like the concerned girlfriend, though inside she was cheering. It took all of her restraint not to smile.

Randy crawled back to his corner as Kane went to his own to tag in Rampage. Edge tagged in, watching Randy shaking off the chair shot on the apron. He glanced at Angela and she gave a slight nod. With a smirk he made to attack Rampage, but instead tagged Randy back in.

"What the fuck," Randy demanded holding his aching head as he stepped through the ropes. "What’s going on?"

Edge didn’t reply. He simply pointed behind him. Randy turned around, confused, right into a superkick from Rampage. He stumbled back into Edge who DDTed Randy. Rampage quickly covered him for the pinfall. Edge left the ring, a satisfied smirk curling his lips as he walked up the ramp.

Kane and Rampage helped Victoria into the ring and accepted their titles from the referee. Angela slid into the ring, crawling over to Randy, who was just coming to. She helped him to his feet. Randy pushed her away.

"What the hell is this," he demanded of her. "Were you in on this shit too?"

Angela leaned into him so that he could hear her over the screaming crowd. "Who do you think planned the whole thing," she replied. She slapped him hard across the face. "That’s for yesterday," she yelled. "And this…is for Kelly Kelly." With that she swung her foot back and kicked him where it really hurt.

Rampage, Victoria and Kane all watched stunned as Randy crumpled to the mat. With a satisfied grin she walked over to Kane, pulling his face down to hers and placing a heart stopping kiss on his lips. His title slid from his hands as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body close to his, returning the kiss greedily.

"Let’s go celebrate," Angela said when the kiss was broken. Kane smiled and nodded, holding the ropes open for her. Victoria grabbed his abandoned title, following them out of the ring with Rampage close behind.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Later that night Rampage and Victoria lay in bed after a night of celebrating their victory with Kane and Angela. She lay against his chest, their fingers laced together. They both sighed contentedly.

"Jason," she said softly.

"Hmm?" He was just starting to doze off.

"This is going to sound crazy and incredibly cheesy, but I feel like you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all my life," she said, biting her lip.

He placed a kiss on her temple and smiled. "It’s not crazy or cheesy," he whispered in her ear. "I feel the same way about you."

"Oh, Jason," she whimpered, happy tears filling her eyes. "You’re just the sweetest man ever." With that she rolled so that she could look up into his eyes. "I love you."

"Love you too," he replied, kissing her softly. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart. It lulled her to sleep and soon he too drifted off.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Do you mind if I crawl into bed with you," Angela asked Kane when she emerged from the bathroom. She had borrowed a shirt to sleep in and it fit her like a nightgown. He smiled, patting the bed next to him. Happily she crawled under the covers next to him.

"You don’t have to worry about me expecting anything from you," he said softly. "You set the pace. There's no rush."

"Are you saying you don’t mind snuggling instead of shagging," Angela asked with a smirk.

Kane chuckled. "Yes, that is what I’m saying," he replied. "It’s been a long time since a woman has made me laugh the way you do."

"Is that a good thing," she asked.

"It’s a very good thing, Angela" he replied unable to wipe the smile off his face. He reached out and gently pulled her to him, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

When the kiss was broken she rested her head on his chest. "I want this to be something special," she said softly. "You made me feel things I’ve never felt before and I know that I don’t want those feelings to come to an end any time too soon."

"Good," he said running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations his touch brought. "Get some rest."

He reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, settling in with Angela in his arms. He couldn’t believe she was there with him. After all that she had been through she had chosen him. With a content sigh he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep to the sound of her even breathing.