Title: Good at Being Bad

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't sue.

Note: All italics mean what the characters are thinking

Dedication: This chapter's dedicated to Digital Tempest since I borrowed the idea of Trish being "less than perfectly self confident". Thanks Tiara! (yeah I know you said I didn't need to give you credit but still..you made that trish's persona so I felt I owe you, lol.

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After the "chat" that he had with Molly, he had driven himself over to a local bar, to try to wash away his sorrows, all the things he had been going through with lately. He was sick of it all. He wished he could just walk away from it all and when he came back, everything would be all right but he knew problems couldn't be so easily solved.

"Bartender, the strongest drinks you've got," Edge said, throwing the bartender bills, not even counting how much he had just given. Edge quickly drank up his first glass, then the second, then everything else became a blur. After a while he had even lost track of how many glasses he had drunk, probably more than fifteen. His vision began to differ, everything seemed to become one.

"Mind if I join you?" A voice asked.

He tried to look around but found the world tilting sideways. The person helped him up. Edge shook his head, in one last attempt to make things clearer but to no avail.

"Had a little too much to drink there haven't we Edge," The person laughed, helping him back to his seat.

"No really, I've only had a couple of drinks…Trish?" Edge squinted his eyes, he saw a blond set of hair.

"Who did you expect? Now let's get you back to the hotel before you screw some ring rat and regret it the next day."

Edge tried to pull away. "No, it's fine I can drink…." He felt him leaning on Trish for support. Suddenly he was very tired, he just wanted to sleep.

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Edge woke up, to find the sun shining on his face. He could feel the after effects of the alcohol he had drunk the night before. He suddenly felt sick. He ran over to the bathroom, to get rid of whatever food he had in his stomach. He rinsed his teeth and walked back out of the bathroom. That's when he noticed he wasn't alone.

Edge froze in his tracks when he had realized there was someone in the bed he was just in. He neared the bed and his mouth dropped in shock when he realized it was Trish Stratus.

He shook her gently, and when she awoke he backed away. "Trish…..what happened last night?"

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Trish slammed the door to her room but not before yelling at Edge "You better be out of my room before I get back!"

She felt tears of humiliation burning in her eyes.

How could I have been so stupid? So naïve? Nobody as good as Edge would ever want me…unless they were drunk out of their minds.

All her life everyone thought she was a whore, a toy, something to be used up then thrown away in the trash.

Stacy Keibler is being treated with more respect than me and she sleeps around with at least 10 guys a week!

She wiped her tears away angrily.

Just because I like Edge, doesn't mean he would want me.

She didn't expect for him to want her, not at all. Because after all, she was just a plastic doll in everyone's eyes, 100% fake with no emotions, no feelings.

Maybe if I say that to myself enough, I would have no feelings, maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much.

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Edge couldn't believe what just happened. He and Trish Stratus? If Molly had said that, he would have laughed it off. Molly…. He hadn't remembered anything that had happened last night after the drinking.

It was a mistake, Molly would forgive me

He stopped. Molly and him weren't together now, he didn't know why that came to mind. Edge felt that he was worthless, that now the only person who cared for him was now gone, he didn't have anyone else to talk to. He could remember all the good times he had with her, everything that had happened the last few weeks paled in comparison. He had to get Molly back, at all costs.

Whatever it may cost him in the end, he hoped it would be all worth it.

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"So Molly can you please come out here?" Edge spoke into the microphone, waiting for Molly to come out into the ring.

Molly's music came on as she went down the ramp, uneasily looking at Edge as if he might have had a plan up his sleeve. She went to the outside of the ring, Edge tried to hold the ropes open for her but she backed up, so he let her get into the ring without help.

"Your probably wondering why I called you out here." Edge started.

Molly shrugged and nodded her head.

"I've been thinking lately, and I was wondering if…" He was cut off as music came blaring through the speakers.

Edge turned to the ramp to see Christian coming down to the ring. Edge yelled at Christian, asking why he was out here but his voice was muffled above the crowd.

"Big Brother, EDGE. I came out here simply because I know you well enough, or at least did to know well enough to know what you're about to do now. Trying to get Molly back aren't you? Missing her so much that you can't live without her?" Christian spat out, walking back and forth just outside the ring.

Christian jumped up on the ledge of the ring and climbed in before continuing "Well, you thought it couldn't be done. Your little brother having something you desired. Now you'll know what it was really like for me. You had everything, friends, the girls, even our parent's attentions. What did I get? NOTHING. I had to climb my way up to the top, I didn't have any friends, girls didn't even look my way, if they did it was because I had YOU for a brother. Our parents? They always loved their oldest child the best, Edge who could do nothing wrong, Edge who was perfect. What was I thought of? A bug, a tiny low life bug that needed to be stepped on. Well I say NO MORE."

Christian wrapped his arm around Molly's waist protectively, turning her to him and kissing her in front of the fans. Edge felt numb, he felt the last hope for Molly and him getting back together slip from his fingers. He felt anger welling, everything seemed to turn red right then. Edge pushed Molly out of the way, spearing Christian as hard as he could.

He got up and pointed to Christian yelling words that were lost in the crowd, then turning to Molly, kicked her in the stomach and clotheslined her.

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Christian helped Molly back stage.

"Are you ok Molly?" Christian asked concerned, touching her arm lightly.

"I'm fine." Molly mumbled, moving his hand away from her arm.

"I'm so sorry what happened out there, I never expected he would try to hurt you. I'll promise you'll never get hurt by him again." Christian seemed to be pleading for her to understand.

"I said…I'm fine. I'm going to get some fresh air." Molly turned and left Christian to watch as she walked away.

She could feel the cool air hit her hair and face as she stepped outside.

I'm tired of having Christian trying to take care of me, as if I were a precious jewel that could shatter if anyone tried to hit me.

I've worked so hard to build myself a nice image, a nice reputation. But by getting involved with Spike and Edge had started a fine

crack in her work. She had hoped that by being with Christian, this would change, but it didn't seem to be getting any better.

Molly sighed, sat down on the pavement, her head on her knees.

Now you've really done it Molly, you've dug yourself a grave you can't dig out of.

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Edge was heartbroken, the only person that had cared for him was now gone. Gone, thanks to his stupidity.

You should have known she would have found someone. You practically left her on the road by herself.

He had to at least try to begin a fresh new chapter in his life. A chapter with no mistakes. He saw Trish Stratus walking right in front of him. Edge would begin a new chapter of his life first by making mends of the mistakes he had made in the last.

"Trish wait up."

Trish recognized the voice, it was Edge. She tensed, starting to walk faster but stopped when Edge caught her arm.

"Please I need to talk to you."

"About what?" Trish asked, her voice void of any emotion.

"I just wanted to say…thank you."

Trish looked at him in surprise.

"I…I know that I might have screwed some ring rat and gotten myself hurt if you hadn't come and saved me."

"Saving hardly is the word, more like me taking advantage of you." Trish laughed, but it came out more as a sob.

Edge touched her shoulder. "Hey, it's ok..if I actually remembered any of it, I'm sure it would have been nice memories…" Edge turned away so she wouldn't see him blush at what he had just told her.

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up. I think it worked" Trish said, smiling.

Edge looked relieved she wasn't offended at what he had said. He held out his arms. "Friends?"

Better than nothing. Trish hugged him.

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Note: SEEE?? I was able to write a chapter without even mentioning Lita OR Spike once! Yay for me, hehe. Next chapter will be a mix of Spike, Lita, Edge, Trish, and some other wrestlers. Hope your liking the fic so far :) If you have any suggestions of what the story should have added then just email me at: girloriginal@hotmail.com or just leave a review :) Thanks again!