"Oh hell no," she stated quietly, too mad to even raise her voice. Mark stared at her in astonishment when she pushed past him and jerked the door open. She had tunnel vision. Just wait until I get my hands on you Adam Copeland she thought as she jogged down the hallway to his locker room.

She slammed the door open with her palm of her hand and stalked right up to him.

"Maggie," he stated, a genuine smile on his face.

"Just couldn't help yourself could you?" She asked.

He frowned at her, puzzlement cutting across his face. "What?"

"Don't play dumb Adam. You just couldn't wait to brag about your latest exploit could you, fictional exploit at that."

The next emotion that crossed his face was anger but she didn't care.

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about," he stated quietly. "I've just been discussing the match with John," he motioned to John Cena who was staring at her like she had two heads.

"Mark just informed me that there is a rumor going around about us. Seems I'm GLOWING," she used her fingers to mark the air angrily. "Where would someone get the idea that we had been in bed together if it didn't come from you?"

"Maggie, I swear I haven't said anything about you. I came in here and started getting my shit together. The only person I've spoken with is John."

She whirled around to face John. He held his hands up in surrender and took a step back. "Whoa Mags, honest to god he's telling the truth. He never said a word about you."

She turned back to Adam, fully prepared to apologize until he gave her that shit eating grin. "Want to tell me what the hell is going on?" He asked.

"Bite me," she retorted before whirling on her heel and leaving the room.

"Gladly," Adam muttered, shooting a grin at John.

"Man, I've never seen her like that," John looked at the door. "She's actually quite attractive when she's pissed."

"You should see her with her hair down," Adam added. John raised his eyebrows. "But nothing happened," Adam was quick to note. "We're just friends."

"And you're happy about it."

"Gotta start somewhere," Adam shrugged.

"And what exactly does that mean?"

Adam hadn't noticed Mark leaning against the wall. "Oh shit."

"Oh shit is right," Mark stated, closing the door firmly and standing in front of it. "We need to talk."

John didn't know what to do, stay and watch or get the hell out of dodge.

"Look Mark, I know you care a lot about Maggie," Adam began, only to shut up when Mark held up his hand.

"Did you start the rumor?" He asked.

"No."

"That's all I wanted. But if you are sincere about being friends, I expect you to defend her. She's a good girl."

Adam flashed back to the way she felt in his arms. "I wouldn't exactly call her a girl," he stated cautiously.

"You wouldn't huh?" Mark cocked his head to the side and stared at him.

"Nope," Adam replied, staring back.

"Huh," Mark acknowledged and then left the room. Adam released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Damn, he's scary," he stated to John.

"The rumors are flying man. You know how this place is. I'm surprised you haven't heard them yet."

"What's the big deal? I've spent the night with plenty of women. It'll die down soon." Or at least I hope it does he thought.