A/N: A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. Classes for me begin on the 20th, so I've been trying to get that whole mess sorted out. Oh, and I just posted a Jaria oneshot, called "Love is Pain". Check it out, you might just like! As always, please R&R and let me know what you thought about this chapter!

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Chapter 4: Envy—Chavo Guerrero

"Envy eats nothing but its own heart"—German Proverb

Who does that asshole think he is? I am a Guerrero; I'm the one with the pedigree and the years of experience running through my veins. Not him. I'm sick of standing by and watching idly while he tries to cash in on my family name, like a snake in the grass. I'm not stupid, and I see what he's trying to do by seducing my Aunt Vickie. Well, I think Mr. Copeland needs to know that regardless of his status with my aunt, he will never be a Guerrero.

I am the one who's held multiple titles in both WCW and WWE, both on my own and with my uncle—the man I considered mi hermano, my brother—Eddie. I should be the one getting the glory, the recognition for my accomplishments, and the numerous title shots, not him. But of course Vickie buys into the bullshit Edge is spewing to her, so that's why. After the death of my uncle, Vickie was a broken woman. She never left her house and she wouldn't answer phone calls—she stayed in her bedroom all day long, crying until she couldn't anymore. Finally, after a lot of begging and pleading, she decided that getting involved with the business might not be such a bad idea after all. I know, I know, you all think it was a mistake to push the woman into the very business that claimed the life of her husband, but she wanted to. I didn't force her into anything. And for a while, it seemed like working as the General Manager on SmackDown was the perfect choice. She got to spend time with her family, be happy, and forget about her problems. Slowly, as the months passed, she began to get that smile back and her vigor for life. I held the Cruiserweight Championship before it was finally vacated, and the two of us grew closer as a family. We were able to finally move on from Eddie's death.

I gotta hand it to the guy, Edge picked the perfect time to swoop in and effectively snatch my aunt's heart. The moment he entered our lives, she was instantly besotted with him. All I ever heard was "Edge this" and "Edge that", from Vickie. She acted as if he was the greatest Superstar on the roster, when she hadn't even known who he was six months earlier. That chump wined her and dined her, and I was fine with it at first, because she seemed happy, and after Eddie's death, I felt she deserved it. Seeing that smile she used to always have on her face present again made me happy. I had my suspicions about Edge, but he seemed to genuinely care about Vickie—God knows they were making out at every available opportunity—so I let it drop.

Big mistake. I should have known that Edge was just using Vickie, like every other woman he's used in his life. When the guy outright told me that Vickie was nothing but a fat whore, that he only pretended to care about her so she'd give him easy matches and no title defenses, I was furious. I threatened to tell Vickie what Edge had told me, but he just gave me that stupid ass smile of his and said, rather coldly, that my aunt would never believe me because she was so infatuated with him. He had her wrapped around his finger and I knew that no matter what I said, she was going to defend him. I was backed into a corner, leaving me no other choice than to drop the issue.

Those two continued their sickening whirlwind romance, and even got married in July. Now, I will admit than when we formed La Familia, which consisted of myself, Vickie, Edge, Hawkins and Ryder, and Bam, the very first goal was to help me take the ECW Championship title away from CM Punk, which I accomplished. But then everything else, like helping me actually retain the title, was pushed to the side in favor of Edge. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about killing that guy. He's pompous, arrogant, dishonorable, and tasteless. We formed La Familia because that's what we were supposed to be—a family. It became apparent to all of us, even Hawkins and Ryder, Edge's best buddies, that it was less about La Familia and more about Edge. Family is supposed to help each other out, care about each other, and work together. Edge had no interest in that. All he cares about, all he's ever cared about since day 1, is himself. My poor aunt is caught in the middle of this, and she doesn't even know it because she's been blinded by that idiot's lies. Even after being presented with proof of him cheating on her, she still loves him. I, on the other hand, wish that he'd get out of our lives and let us be a family again.

Edge ruined my life. If he had never come into the picture, I might have become the WWE Champion. I would have finally gotten the recognition and the praise I deserve after all my hard work and dedication to the business. Once he swooped in like a vulture attacking its prey, though, I knew there was no hope of me ever getting that. My lifelong dreams were crushed in a matter of weeks. I wish I could go back to when it was just me and Vickie, when the two of us were trying to bring more honor to the Guerrero family name. Edge soiled it, and I'll never forgive him for that. I know that I have half the talent he does, but sadly, I'll never get to show it.

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