Hate Is A Strong Word
by: Chic of Extreme

Disclaimer: I own Caria Moore. Becky Anderson belongs to Queen Rhodes.

Rated: T (for adult language and content)

Genre: Romance/Humor

Type: Wrestling

Pairings: Edge/OC/Cody, Shannon/OC and possibly more.

Summary: She's the bitter little lady. He's the business' biggest douche bag. Beither of them liked each other what-so-ever. But they'll find out that they have a stronger connection than they think.


Chapter One: Airplane Madness

A/N: I was inspired by Queen Rhodes' other favorite superstar, so I had to make it. And it's something to make up to her since we got off on a rocky start. Hope you all like.

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Becky growled to herself. Nothing, absolute nothing was going right for her. There was ignorat people in her hair, a totally sceduale and on top of things, she had to rush. Becky and rushing did not make a good combination.

The petite brunette sighed in irritation. She pushed passed people to get to her destination. On her long list of things she loathed the most, crowded areas was definitely in the top five winners. All she wanted to do was get on a plane and fly off to Phoenix, Arizona.

Becky Anderson was the younger sister of the loud mouth himself. Like Kennnedy, she was a part of the RAW roster. But now since the Draft was held days earlier, she was transferred to SmackDown.

As she arrived at the correct lobby, she took a breath of relief. She discovered that she wasn't late for her plane. It didn't leave without her after all.

"Thank you God." she muttered to herself.

She looked at the clock on the wall. Becky had twenty minutes 'till she left.

"Yo Beck'!" someone called in the background.

Blue eyes fixed on the person who was trying to get her attention. It was Ashley Massaro, one of her friends.

"Oh. Hey Ashley." Becky greeted her back. "What's going on?"

"Nothing much." the blonde said as she stood up. She started walking over to her. "Are you okay? Looks like you were running from a killer."

"Not really, I was just rushing. I thought I was late for my plane." Becky explained.

"Oh I see. Well we got some extra time left. Wanna get some coffee?" Ashley offered her.

"Sure." Becky accepted.

The two women stepped over to a small McDonalds resturant. They ordered a couple of hot coffees and english muffins.

"Ugh, I could so go for a Big Mac right about now. I hate when they only serve breakfast." Ashley held her stomach. "What about you?"

Both of them waited as the cooks prepared their meals.

The brunette shrugged some. "Eh, I'm not that hungry."

"What's wrong?" Ashley asked her.

"I don't know." Becky said honestly. "I guess I'm kind of nervous..."

"About what?" the blonde replied.

"Well, for as long as I could remember I've always been on RAW. Even longer than Ken." Becky explained. "I'm just really nervous. I don't know what they'll think of me."

Ashley patted her on the back. "Hey man, look. We all get that way. You'll be fine. Trust me."

The Greenbay native nodded, half-smiling. "Thanks chic."

"Not a problem." she replied.

The cashier handed them their tray of food and napkins. "Here you are ladies."

"Thank you." Ashley thanked him. She pulled out a couple dollar bills and a few coins and handed it to him. Becky took the tray and began walking off with it, when she accidently knocked into someone and spilled the two coffees and food all over the person.

She gasped when she did it. "Oh shit I'm s--"

"What the hell man?! Watch where the fuck you're going!" swore the man. Becky saw who it was. Adam Copeland.

"I didn't mean to do that Adam, I saw I was---" But she was interrupted once again.

Canadian green eyes glared at her. "Just stay the hell from me Anderson."

That set Becky off. She saw a passing person with a cup of Mt. Dew and snatched it from him. She whipped it at him and had the green soda splashed Adam in the face and all over the other food that he was wearing. Matt, his brother, Caria Moore and Shannon just watched with jaws dropped and bugged eyes. She didn't care. He deserved it. Becky walked off in anger with her bags over to the lobby.

Ashley just smirked smugly. "Serves you right dickhead."

With her own suitcase, she followed her friend and waited for their plane to come.