Disclaimer: I own nothing! But we can't help but dream right? Rated for language and some other things that aren't really appropriate for the little ones. It is Edge after all.

He groaned in annoyance as he began flipping through channels on his television set. The television screen flickering between sitcoms to sports to commercials at random.

"Why is there nothing good on?" he whined as he continued to lay further back into his leather chair. His feet resting awkwardly on the foot rest in front of him.

Today was the same as the last. Two weeks of Adam Copeland sitting in the same chair watching the majority of reality shows on certain networks. Sometimes though he'd find reality shows a bit too predictable for their own good. So when he tried his luck with trying to watch ESPN at the moment, he only sighed in frustration when he saw that bowling championships were on.

"Come on, seriously? Who gives a rat's ass!" he griped, before he finally settled on some useless infomercial with some loud guy selling kitchen utensils.

These days, he just could not find a potentially interesting show that covered most of his time. It was then he sat up and thought about the library of matches he had on tape. He could watch those…

"NO!" his thoughts scolded at him.

He finally then sighed in defeat bringing his eyes towards the ceiling of his house. So it was only two weeks ago that he decided it was time for him to retire from the squared circle and he was already bored. He wasn't sure what really made him decide on retiring earlier than he intended to. It certainly wasn't because he was in too bad of shape. Hell, he would tell himself that none of those matches involving tables, ladders, and chairs would cause enough damage to literally fuck him up.

Or spearing someone to a flaming table, or being slammed into thumbtacks, or being thrown around in steel cages…

Damn he was such a horrible liar.

So maybe those matches were indeed taking a toll on his body. After countless injuries he was surprised at the fact that he didn't end up being in a wheelchair the rest of his life. But it wasn't like he shared a dislike towards performing those type of matches. He lived for it, everyday.

He supposed that he felt the need to officially have some time to himself after being on the road for so long. He never really imagined himself continuing to wrestle way over 50. He was still young in his mind and his heart.

"If you count being in your late 30's as young…" he joked to himself. He wasn't sure if that was true or not.

Perhaps he felt that he needed to take care of another interest that more likely suits him.

Like writing a book?

He shook his head, he had already written one book about his life and that was more than enough to write about. He could try to play up some fiction but then thought that his ideas were not really up to par with many of his favorite writers. Even so, he'd probably steal an idea by accident and he was not the type of person to fight over copyright infringement.

Music was another interest, in fact, collecting a number of guitars were a big part of that. Unfortunately he doesn't have the singing talent that his friend Chris Jericho has, not to mention can't play guitar like a pro neither.

Did I make a mistake? He asked himself, Did I decide to retire too soon?

Many accomplishments have been made on his own and he was well aware that he had a high number of them. As well as good and bad memories he's shared personally with everyone.

He shut the TV off so he wouldn't have to continue listening to the horrible clichéd reasons why he needed to buy a set of kitchen knives for his personal use. And he sat there, knowing full well that insomnia has become a factor lately.

He got up and started walking towards his small office room. Noting the laptop sitting on the wooden desk, dusty and lonesome in itself.

"Oh what the hell," he mumbled as he pressed the power button on the laptop. Luckily the laptop wasn't too old for it to be completely useless.

He never was a fan of the internet, his opinion not changing when his personal life had become public knowledge because of someone who couldn't separate personal life from the professional. He only chuckled at how ridiculous people were during the ordeal and people who were still sour after it happened so long ago. He guessed that they were just enjoying the fact that they could savor the fact that he wasn't perfect and neither was she. As far as he was concerned at least Matt and himself were okay for now.

Of course he would never forget about the ordeal but he knew it only made Matt grow up as a human as well himself. As for Amy Dumas, well, he never really forgot about her completely.

When Amy Dumas and himself were involved it felt as if there was so much of his life that was missed came into light. Their endless conversations bringing them closer and closer, even though the consequences were especially great for it. She had said the same as well and while their actions were in the wrong – the feeling of love was still there.

The public knowledge was overbearing for her though and she grew tired of the disrespect coming from everyone. He would hold her closely during the times she felt she needed to cry. He would tell her that everything would be okay, kissing her forehead in the process. But it was not enough for her to stay in the business. Enough for her to stay with him. While looking back it may have been selfish on his part but he couldn't help it. A missing piece of his heart was leaving him by his lonesome.

He told her that he understood her decision and since then, he wish he would have given more hints that he was going to miss her so damn much.

Since then he had kept in touch with her since she had decided to retire. Phone calls and text messaging playing a big help in that. During the time of being alone, he had trouble getting used to the fact that she was no longer there with him on the road. And it still showed for a while. They had moments together for so long with one another, it was just hard to forget when she was gone.

So far he had heard of her playing in a band, hearing about how happy she was earned him the right to be happy for her as well. It made him smile to know that she was content with the rest of her lifetime. Finding other interests that kept her busy. Hopefully he would find something with his as well.

When the screen for the computer had come up he clicked on the icon for the internet. It was then an idea had popped up into his mind.

As soon as the internet window had popped up, he typed into the search bar, the results of his search inquiry instantly showing up afterwards.

He continued clicking on random links before he settled on a particular map. He smiled as the feeling of excitement engrossed in his mind. He always loved to travel whether it was for a show, an appearance, or just for fun. There was one thing that Adam Copeland could find some major appeal as a WWE alumni.

One big giant road trip.

Author's Note – What do you think? I know it's weird to have Edge as a retired wrestler when he's basically at his peak right now. But let's pretend that it was his time. So where do you think will Edge stop by first on his big road trip? Well, you'll just have to find out later! ;)