A/N: Alright, I fell in love with this song, and as it played before I fell asleep, I'm like "Okay, must write story." I'd tell you the song, but then you'd know what to expect, and then that'd be boring. Though, you can probably guess though.

If not, I will reveal it at the end.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the song, the wrestlers used, or anything else.

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Chapter One: Go on, I dare you...

This... this treatment is so not fair.

I did nothing wrong, and there's no way that you can say you wouldn't have done the same. Seriously, all you want from a man is a little sympathy, a good cuddle, an ear to listen. But he was none of those things.

And to top it all off, there was this thing he did...

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She purposely slammed the door shut as she entered, dropping her keys and purse onto the table in the entryway. Frustration was getting the best of her, and she knew she was at the short end of her rope.

When she saw him on the couch, clad only in jeans... It brought a little hope to her otherwise hellacious day.

That was, until she heard it.

"Christian, don't do that." She said irritably, her chocolate brown eyes hardening.

He looked at her with a small smile. "Sorry Chels."

With a sigh, Chelsey walked over to the blond Canadian, taking a seat by his feet. "You wouldn't believe the day I had."

"Uh-huh." Christian responded, almost listlessly as his eyes stayed glued to the television and he took a great gulp of beer. "That's great, sweetie."

She looked at him incredulously, getting back to her feet. "Are you even paying attention, Christian?! My day was horrible! The car ran out of gas seven blocks from work. I had to call a tow-truck to bring it to a station, and by the time it came, brought me to the gas station, and I finally made it to work, I was over an hour late! Liz had a tantrum, because I was supposed to be working with some important clientele, who never even showed, by the way! And then at lunch, I spilled coffee down my shirt, and spent the rest of the day with this stain on my best work shirt. To top it all off though: I locked my keys in the car! And here, I come home, thinking that since you're home for a week, things might actually get better."

Blue-grey eyes met brown eyes, and it only riled her up more as he cracked and popped the piece of gum in his mouth.

"Seriously, stop doing that! Chew it properly, or get rid of it!"

With his trademark smirk, Christian set to blowing a fair sized bubble, to which Chelsey sent him heated glares.

"I'm not in the mood, Cage. You pop that bubble, so help me God, it won't be the only thing that pops."

The threat went ignored as he popped the bubble, loudly and obnoxiously.

And it was what pushed her over the edge as she stormed from the room, returning shortly after with...

"Chelsey, sweetheart, what...?" Christian asked, his eyes wide at the semi-automatic in her grasp. It had been his idea to get it for her for when he was away, and now, his idea was coming back to haunt him. "Baby, I was just playing around."

"Yeah, well I'm not. You had your chance, Cage."

He had no time to react before he slumped back into the couch, his eyes widened forever in shock and horror.

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I warned him.

Is it my fault that he's a typical male and just doesn't want to hear what I have to say? All he had to do was pretend to care. But that wouldn't be the way of Christian Cage, former WWE and TNA wrestler.

And thanks to me, he'll never have that chance.

Do I regret what I did? Maybe, a bit.

Did he get what was coming? I think so.

Nobody else did though, and now, here I sit, waiting to hear my fate...

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So, anybody got any guesses? It's pretty simple, but hey, I love the song, and this just clicked.

Review please? Xx