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I DO NOT OWN THE WRESTLERS, I OWN MANDI!

"No."

"Yes!"

"Mand I am forbidding you to come with us to the club and that is that." Adam was shifting into Edge and being an asshole once again to me. Wouldn't you think he would owe me for the peep show earlier in the locker room? No he rather be a jackass and sit in the corner taking angst his problems out on me…fuck that. He is the angst bucket…not me.

"Come on Adam, I haven't been to a club in ages." I whined grabbing onto his nice button down shirt. He threw me a sly smile, wiggling himself from my hands. I hate him…I really do.

"Mand, you are a grown women with a child. I don't think you should be going around to clubs and partying. Now what kind of best friend would I be to let you do that to your daughter." He was slowly shifting back into Adam mode, but the Adam mode that is sarcastic and dick.

"Do you hear yourself when you talk, because I don't think you do." My hand connected with the back of his head. He made this low growling sound but I didn't care, he was being a dick and dicks deserve to be beaten.

"Amanda, I said no and that is final." He was serious Adam now, putting on his nice cologne for all the slut divas. What the fuck happened to the guy who I loved? Man, asshole is all I can think of at the moment. Whining could have been an option but I don't know…he would feel suspicious on why I was hounding him to go.

"Fine you won for now…go have fun with the harlots and leave your best friend here…all alone…and sad…" I used the guilt voice. The superstar turned on his heals and glared into my eyes taking my face into his hands kissing my head. "You think that is going to make things better?"

"Yes…I'll call when I leave." He kissed my cheek and ran out the door. Fuck this! I am going and that is final. I grabbed a quick shower, curled my hair actually did my make-up for a change and slid into my nice jeans with my Prada heals and blue and white halter corset top. I knew this would come in handy when the time was right! I dialed Matt's number and smiled. Knowing I was going to see him again put all my nerves at ease. In the matter of fixing my lipstick, I heard the heavy clunk on the door.

"Mand…wow…" his jaw dropped. That's when I grabbed the sweatshirt. I hate droolers…I hate when people stare at me when I try to dress up. I try to look nice one night and I have people crawling on me to get the clothing off. No not tonight…tonight I wanted to be with Matt and show up Adam…he needs a good kick in the ass.

"So can we leave or am I going to have to do strip show?" such a bad joke! I hate when I get nervous and bad jokes just fall out of my mouth like if my life depended on it.

"Oh, yeah…sorry just…wow…" he didn't know what to say…dammit; never again will I dress up! I forget sometimes that I can have actual power over a guy. Adam made me feel like that could never happen since he was such a big dick, and plus the whole thing with me having a four year old daughter was something too.

"Can we just go...your actually making me feel uncomfortable." I nervously laughed. I hate this...I hate eyes on me. Matt reached out his hand for me and I had to take it. For once it was kind of nice to have someone other then a large Canadian and a little girl to hold your hand.

"Once in a while, it is nice to take a complement." he smiled, helping me into the cab. Hs lips brushed slightly over my shoulder, and the tingling sensation was making me go crazy. Only Adam could make me feel like a twelve year old again, but Matt was like a drug that I needed, wanted. A sweet drug...if that makes any sense.

"Yeah, but they make me feel like you want something from me." I murmured. Now I am not one for touching and all, but as soon as his hand touched my face, I swear he could have taken off all my clothes in the cab and I wouldn't have cared. So this is what it is like to be a fan girl huh? Ugh I hate it but for the moment I'll take it.

"So you ready to see what a wrestlers night looks like?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to take once more. I have seen what a wrestlers night looks like...I mean I am best friends with Adam....fucking party animal.

We walked inside the bar and everyone around me just stopped and stared. Well not really everyone, just one person in particular in which I was happy for. Mr. Copeland stared at me with his mouth on the floor. See this is what I love about our games. This is way to much fun.

"Amanda, may I speak to you?" Adam growled, grabbing me by the arm. Ouch! He was actually hurting me.

"What? I am thirty years old I don't have to listen to you like when we were younger Adam." I snapped before he could even get a word in. I looked around watching as everyone in the club were staring at us like an animal in the zoo.

"Mand...I ask for you not to come...to do one simple thing and you even fuck that up." he groaned.

"Adam, I just want to have a good time thats all." I smiled, taking the beer from his hand and chugging the rest of it. Wow, I really am a bad example for my daughter huh?

"Mand, don't--" but I walked away before he could even utter another word. You know what...I don't care. I moved to Matt's side his arms wrapping around my waist. Really it was nice to be held...oh God forgive me for saying this but I think that I actually might think that my fairy tale ending is sooner then I thought. Too bad happy endings don't end forever.

Drink after drink, the night was rolling by fast. This was not going to turn out well. All I can recall is Matt's hands all over me, and my face turning and feeling hot. I was at my limit which meant I was almost at the limit where i start calling for Adam. Don't ask me why it happens it just does.

"Matt touch her one more time and you will pull back a stub." I heard Adam growl, and his familiar touch on my body. Oh when I am wasted my vision blurs and voices is all I can hear which means that I was TRASHED!

"Adam stop." I groaned, moving to find his arm, but I was to late. My dog of a best friend snapped and punched Matt right in the face. Matt hit back and it was a typical bar brawl. I can never take a break...now it was time for mother Mandi to take care of her big ass child. "Adam!" I growled this time, grabbing him by his ear. His blond hair swept on my face and next thing I knew I was being lifted in the air. Even with my kicking and screaming he didn't care. He took me back to the hotel and that was the third scolding I got, but it wasn't scolding...no he was trying to undress me, using his lips to put me back into the place I remember so vivid.

"Adam, no not like this...your engaged to the biggest bitch on earth." I moaned between kisses and undressing. Why the hell was I going along with this! Oh fuck it, not like I'm going to remember any of this.