Is It Still Me That Makes You Sweat? Chapter 1: Could've loved you all my life, a wrestling fanfic

A/N: My 51st story, yay :) That's kind of hard to believe. Anyway, this idea just came to me and I'm not really sure what to do with it or where it's going..just kind of winging it. I also realized that I've never written a fic revolving around Christian, so this is my attempt.

Set in 2005, after the draft. I'm ignoring the whole Edge/Lita/Matt fiasco, and also Jericho's departure in August.

Please R&R, and oh yeah, enjoy!

One.

Jay Reso was the kind of guy that women confided in, the kind of guy that was viewed as a "best friend" type. You know the kind, the guy who accompanies his female friends to birthday parties and swanky restaurants when they don't feel like showing up alone, or if a date canceled. To women, Jay was that stereotypical "nice guy", the one that you could count on for anything.

He was not the kind of guy that women dated. At least, not lately.

The reasons why were unknown to him, and in fact, he'd spent many a night contemplating exactly what quality he possessed that made women turn the other way and run. Was it his looks? Jay felt that he was reasonably attractive—maybe not "male model" attractive, just regular—but attractive all the same. Was it his physique? Jay knew that he wasn't the most muscular guy, especially if he compared himself to the majority of the guys on the roster, but he trained hard and was content with his body, overall. He didn't want to be one of those overly muscular guys, anyway.

Could it possibly be his attitude? Jay was famous for having a biting wit and sarcastic tongue, which sometimes rubbed others the wrong way. It was never his intention to offend anyone with his comments—Jay really was a sweet guy who valued his friends and enjoyed making new friends—his sarcastic humor was just another aspect of his quirky personality. Jay could understand if that turned some women away, but really, he didn't think that his humor was a factor in why women seemed to avoid him.

He tried not to think too much about his bad luck when it came to women, but his friends liked to constantly remind him. Adam in particular loved to make jokes at Jay's expense. He often referred to his best friend as a "chick repellent", which really irritated Jay, although he laughed along with Adam. That was another endearing quality of Jay's—he wasn't afraid to laugh at himself.

In all seriousness, though, Jay knew that he was a great guy, with a lot to offer any woman. It just seemed to him that women would rather be his friend than his lover.

That hadn't always been the case, in fact, Jay had been in a couple semi-serious relationships, and then of course, there had been that one serious relationship—the one that he could never push out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. It would be a stretch to say that the demise of the relationship had drastically altered his view on commitment, but he was much more cautious now about dating. He wasn't so jaded as to believe that there wasn't anyone out there for him—the man just believed that it was better to just let things unfold as they may. If he happened to find his soulmate—if there was such a thing—then of course he would be happy. But Jay wasn't holding his breath for that.

Besides, the lack of a romantic life gave him much more time to train and hone his skills. He hadn't been in the title picture as of late—not that he minded being in the tag division, because it had been great and had changed his life thus far—but what he really longed for was singles gold. With the extra time, Jay knew that he could work his ass off to prove that he belonged at the top.

Sometimes, however, life throws you curveballs and it's up to you to decide how to counter them.

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She was the "Extreme Diva", the one that the other girls watched in admiration every week. If one thing could be said about Amy Dumas, it was the fact that she had an unbridled passion for what she did. She gave 110 percent in the ring, which was exactly why she was loved so much by her fans and respected by her peers. It was obvious to everyone that had the pleasure of watching her and working with her that Amy thrived at her job.

But even though she loved the admiration of her fans, it wasn't enough. The redhead couldn't quite pinpoint it—even though she'd tried time and time again—but her life seemed to be lacking something, or perhaps someone. Now, Lita had never been one to depend on a man to keep her happy—but the redhead still couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was missing something in her life. Her last serious relationship had ended on a particularly sour note, and so she'd vowed off dating for a while. Besides, the Women's Championship was calling to her, and what better time than to reclaim it? The beautiful Diva was a firm believer of seizing every possible opportunity one was presented with, and now that she wasn't spending the better half of the week crying into her pillow, she was in the perfect state of mind to recapture the Women's Championship.

Going into the arena that night, hearing the crowd swell with anticipation and excitement, was akin to a drug for the Toronto native. He never felt so alive as the nights where he entertained the packed arena of fans, screaming at the top of their lungs for their favorite Superstars and Divas. It was a feeling he never wanted to go away.

The show passed by quickly enough, although he'd been disappointed in the lack of airtime he'd gotten, and so Jay reluctantly made his way back to his locker room to gather up his belongings.

Looks like it's going to be another night of pizza and Sportscenter, he thought disgustedly as he bent over and tied the laces of his brand-new Nike shoes that Chris had given to him. In the past, Jay hadn't minded spending his nights in his hotel room, instead of going out with the rest of the roster, but after a while, it grew stale. A person could only handle eating take-out and watching ESPN for so long. He knew that he would be more than welcome to join the boys in their club excursions—Chris and Adam had tried to get him to come along numerous times—but it just didn't appeal to Jay anymore. When he was younger and first starting out in the business, he'd been quite the party animal. Sure, there were some nights when Jay liked to let loose and tear it up with the boys, but those nights were few and far between. He'd grown up over the years, unlike many of his male counterparts, and realized that the party scene and wrestling didn't exactly go hand in hand. He preferred to have a clear head when wrestling, instead of trying to work through a hangover.

The Canadian hoisted his duffel bag over his shoulder as he exited the locker room, closing the door firmly behind him. A couple of the guys were still lingering around in the hallway, talking and laughing about something. Jay tried his best to walk around them, hoping that none of them noticed him. As much as he loved talking to the guys, tonight he just wasn't in the mood. A hot shower and a cold beer was what he had been looking forward to all day. His muscled ached—but then, they always did—and he was just ready to get back to his room at the hotel across the street.

Jay never paid attention to people around him as he walked, which is exactly why his mouth dropped open when he snapped his head up and noticed a very familiar figure in front of him. He blinked at first, thinking maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, but when he looked again, his eyes confirmed what he had seen earlier.

Never in a million years did he expect to see her standing across the hall, deep in conversation with another friend of his, Trish Stratus. She still looked as beautiful as ever to him, and Jay wondered what she was doing here. He hadn't spoken to her in almost two years, ever since the infamous storyline between himself, her, Trish, and Chris. Of course, being on separate shows was a big factor in the reason they hadn't spoken—but really, it was more of an excuse on both their parts. Adam was on RAW, and Jay found plenty of time to talk to him. When it came to her, however, he simply just couldn't bring himself to break the ice.

For a brief second, if even that, their eyes met, both of them completely surprised to see the other. His blue-green orbs remained on hers for a few seconds, until he finally broke eye contact. Both waited for the other to say something, to clear the thick, uncomfortable silence that lingered in the air like a vicious storm cloud, but alas, neither of the two made any attempt to do so.

Jay contemplated actually speaking to the woman for a minute, but he brushed off the notion almost as quickly as it had entered his mind. He didn't know what to say to her—their relationship hadn't ended on the best terms, and he was positive she didn't want to speak to him either—so he continued on his path, letting out a sigh of relief once he reached the parking lot. That had certainly been..awkward, he thought. He quickly tried to push the encounter out of his mind as he started his car and pulled out of the small parking lot.

As they say, every end has a beginning. Jay didn't like to reminisce too much, but he would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't lie awake at night, wondering how the whole entire situation had gotten so messed up so quickly. He blamed himself, mostly, but there had been other factors that had contributed to the demise of the relationship.

All he could think about that night, in his bed at the hotel, was how happy she had looked, laughing and smiling with Trish. It set off a wave of jealousy inside of him—he had once been the only one who made her smile and laugh like that. She seemed to be doing just fine without him.

The problem was, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he wasn't doing just fine without her.

Is it still me who makes you sweat?

Am I who you think about in bed?

I'd really like to continue this. But I want to know what you guys think: if you think this is better as a oneshot, then let me know. And if you'd like me to continue it, let me know :)