A WWE Life

Summary: Alexandra Marie Copeland is Edge's new wife she gets offered the chance of a lifetime, which Edge doesn't like, she also meets someone along the way, can she change him for the better?

Disclaimer: The only thing in this story that I own (apart from the plot) is Alexandra.

Chapter 1: Hi

I held onto Adam's hand and squeezed it really tight. I was so nervous. I had always dreamed of the day being backstage of a WWE show, let alone be Edge's wife! I was shaking all over…wait why don't I tell you about myself before continuing.

My name is Alexandra Marie Copeland, I have brown, straight hair up to my shoulders. I'm about 5 ft 7 and I'm quite skinny. I get nervous a lot! And it takes a long time to get used to me...see? That didn't take long.

"Don't be shy Alex, it'll be alright," Adam said when we walked in. I was first approached by Shawn Michaels - my absolute favourite wrestler.

I let out a little squeal and a grin grew on my face. "Is she ok?" he asked Adam quietly, hoping I wouldn't here. 'Nerves' Adam mouthed. Shawn put out his hand. I shook his hand, shaking as if I was in an earthquake.

I couldn't contain it, I had to let it out. "I can't believe I'm meeting SHAWN MICHAELS! YOU ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE WRESTLER! I HOPE WE CAN BE GREAT FRIENDS!" I screamed, everyone stopping to stare at me. "Big fan are you?" he asked, slightly scared. I nodded. I calmed myself down at said "Don't worry, I'm not a stalker," I smiled and Shawn walked away.

"Well I messed that up," I sighed. Adam put his arm around me. "It's ok, it was your first time meeting a WWE wrestler, I would have done the same, but with a diva of course," I gave him a look. "Sorry," he replied. I walked into the diva's locker room, the first diva's I saw were Mickie James and Michelle McCool.

"You must be Alexandra!" Michelle said. "Adam has not stopped talking about you, all he says is how great you are!" she added. I looked back at Edge and smiled. "Sit down, lets talk, tell us a bit about yourself," Mickie said, she talked kind of fast, she was very hyper. She rushed me down and I started saying a bit about myself.

"..so I guess I just want to find out about them and how their life went on," I finished. Both Michelle and Mickie had tears in their eyes. "So you're an orphan?" Candice Michelle asked, walking in. "Duh!" Mickie and Michelle said in unison. "It's ok though, I learned to live with it," I admitted, staring at the floor.

I couldn't stay long with the wrestlers. I promised them I'd come back because I had to go and see who some of the superstars called 'Big Granddaddy'. Yep, Vince McMahon.

Adam dragged me along. "I don't see why I have to go and see him, I was perfectly fine talking to Jeff Hardy!" I said, trying to think of an excuse. "You can go and talk to whoever now just talk to him, please," Adam asked. I sighed.

I walked in with Adam following close behind me. I was back to shaking again. I had calmed down when talking to other wrestlers but meeting 'Big Granddaddy' himself was scary beyond belief. "Don't be so shy, take a seat!" he said, sounding merry but as if he didn't really mean it. I sat down and put on a sweet smile. "Now that's what I want to see!" Vince smiled.

"So, how are you feeling about being backstage at a WWE show for possibly, your first time?" "Oh I have had loads of fun, talking to all the stars and such," I replied, feeling really nervous. "Oh that's great! Now I have to talk to you, in private please," Vince looked at Adam and he got the message.

I walked out of the office really happy. "What happened?!" Adam asked. He sounded worried, despite the fact I had a huge smile on my face. "Well, I have been offered the chance of a lifetime!" I shouted. "Tell me!" Adam pleaded.

"I've been offered the chance to become a WWE diva!" I shouted. Adam had a concerned face. "What's wrong with that?" Adam sighed.

"You watch the WWE right?"

"Yeah, HELL-O did you see me today?!"

"So you know how the diva's are and all,"

"What do you mean?"

"I just don't want you showing your body to all those desperate male fans,"

"No, I'm not like that,"

"Vince will make you like that, trust me,"

"How would you know, are you a diva?"

"Listen I know what I'm talking about so follow my advice and decline it,"

"No, Vince won't offer me this chance again, you have to let me!"

"No!"

"Are you the boss of me? No, you're my husband, we promised before man and god we will stay with each other no matter what so it is your job to support me!"

Adam didn't reply. He walked away. "Don't walk away from me!" I shouted. "I need to go get ready for a match!" he shouted back, sounded like he was about to cry. I checked the schedule next to me on the wall and it didn't say anything about Adam having a match.

I walked back into the locker room. I didn't exactly remember the way so I accidentally walked into the men's locker room.

Without noticing Randy Orton standing there, I sat there, crying. He walked over to me. He kneeled down so he was level with my head. He moved the brown hair from my face and lifted my head up. "So you must be Adam's new wife," he realised.

I wiped my tears from my eyes and nodded. "Yep, its me. Little, defenceless, good-for-nothing me," Randy was staring at me. "What?" I asked. "You're, beautiful," he accidentally let that slip out. I knew that because he turned red and turned away as soon as he said it.

"It's ok, I don't think any less of you because you said that," I smiled. "Thanks," he said. "Wow, you are awfully out of character, I even heard rumours that backstage and in real life you are a jerk," I said. "I guess I am, maybe it's just the person I'm talking to," he said.

I realised what was happening. I said it myself, I promised before man and god…well you know you was at the ceremony. You wasn't? Oh, well that's you problem!

"I have to go now, to see Adam, you know how he can be," I said. Getting up, but he grabbed me and pulled me down. "Look, I'm ok now thanks for the comfort, hey, is that you're wife calling?" He let go of me and stood up to listen. I took the opportunity to run out of the room.

I ran and ran until I felt a muscular hand grab me. "I don't bring my wife backstage, she has a baby to look after, so you can't fool me,"