title: What I Always Wanted

author: Tempest

email: tempest@thatbitch.com

disclaimer: I don't own any person or personas recognizable from the WWFE. They are owned by Vince McMahon and Titan Sports. No money is made off this, no copyright infringement intended.

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They all posessed different qualities that he loved about them. They all had something different offer him. If he could take everything he liked about each of them and make one woman, he would. But until that day came he couldn't pick one over the other, he loved them all. He distributed his time as evenly as he could among them. Three women, so little time. He was just an ordinary man contrary to popular belief. How he had managed to fall in love with three women, he didn't really know. It had just happened, and now he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to give them up, but he knew he couldn't keep seeing them all. It wasn't fair to them to stay with all of them.

It had started with Lita. Firey and seductive, he had fallen for her first. It happened one night after she had gotten into a fight with Matt Hardy. She had been standing outside the locker room on the brink of tears. He had always had a soft spot in his heart for crying women. Even the toughest women seemed so vulnerable and fragile at that single moment. He wasn't trying to use her pain as a way to get to her. He had been genuinely concerned about her. He took her out that night and showed her a good time to make her forget about her problems.

"I had a lot of fun." Lita had said kissing him on the cheek after their so called date. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

And thus started a torrid, clandestine love affair. Matt and Lita stayed together a while until Matt said that Stacy was what he wanted. He suppose Matt thought that Lita was suppose to be heartbroken over it. Much to the chagrin of Matt, Lita had simply shrugged it off. When it was revealed to the world that he was dating Lita, Matt had nothing but evil glares for him.

Lita was fearless, fun-loving, and outgoing. She wasn't afraid to try new things or be around new people. She had daring heart,and she was very saucy. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and she didn't let anyone run over her. She, like her hair, was vibrant , bold, and unique. She was very entergetic, and sometimes he wondered how he kept up. She was always wanting to go here and there and do this and that. She was very competitive and loved all sports. There was never a dull moment when he was with Lita, and he loved her for that.

Then, there was Molly. Innocent and sensual, he had fallen for her second. Mighty Molly, as she was known to the world, was the former paramour of Spike Dudley. She had broken Spike's poor heart by leaving him and joining forces with Hurricane Helms. Truth of the matter was, she was still just plain old Molly. He had saw her one night sitting sadly in the parking lot of the Gund Arena with her tiara clasped in her hand. He had asked her what's wrong. It was then she confided in him that Helms was making her be Mighty Molly. Helms wasn't as 'good' as he wanted everyone to believe. According to Molly, Helms was sinister, manipulative, and conniving.

"Thanks for listening." She said patting his hand. He gave Molly a shoulder to cry on that night, and it should have ended with that. "I would like to talk to you again sometime."

And thus started a sugary, sweet love affair. Helms had actually found out about them by accident one day. Helms caught him and Molly embracing in the hallway. Helms told him he was a menace to the world, and that he was going down. Funny man, that Hurricane Helms was. When Spike found out about them, he stopped talking to him altogether. Spike felt that he had been betrayed by a friend.

Molly was warm, loving, and a bit shy. She wasn't the arrogant do-gooder that so many people had come to know. She would much rather cuddle than go out. She liked picnics and takins walks. She was always worrying about others. She was selfless for the simple fact that she would do whatever she could for someone else. If it came down to her giving someone less fortunate than herself the shirt off her back, she would do it and not think twice about it. She held a sweetness about her that melted his heart, and he loved her for that.

And finally, there was Trish Stratus. Wanton and sexual, he had fallen for her last. Trish considered herself the stuff men's fantasies were made off. She was the only one of the three that he hadn't been drawn to in a time of need. In fact their relationship sprung from hate. He didn't like her at first, he took every oppurtunity available to make fun of her 'low' morals. He wasn't sure how things turned. He had been arguing bitterly with her backstage, nothing unusual. He finally got sick of it and tried to lose her by going to his dressing room, but she followed him. They screamed more. He couldn't even remember what they were fighting about, probably something mean he had said about her or vice versa. Their fury turned to passion, right then and there.

"I hate you. You make me damn sick." She screamed at him as he pulled her in for another kiss. She didn't fight him, though.

And thus started a passionate, heated love affair that was fueled by love and hate, or was it just lust? He couldn't distinguish, he just knew he felt strongly about her. Nobody seemed to care that he was with Trish. Trish was everyone's prize, though Jeff did treat him a rather coolly. He was losing friends faster than Terri Runnels lost her top.

Trish was vixenish, vitiating, and just plain bad. She was cocky and full of herself. Everything was done for the so-called betterment of Trish. He hated her, yet he wanted her all at the same time. Most of the time they were together they fought and had sex, and he actually liked it that way. She was mean-spirited and selfish. Her main concern was causing trouble for anyone, didn't matter who. There was nothing good about her. Maybe, it was the fact that she was a bad girl that appealed to him. She once told him, behind every man there's a bad girl. He wasn't sure why he loved her.

They all knew about each other. He had made it no secret he was seeing all three of them. He didn't know why they stayed with him, what did he actually have to offer them? They had long stopped trying to make him chose between them, but they held an animosity for each other that was undescribable. They each tried to outdo the other, even though he made it perfectly clear that he liked something different about all of them, so technically they couldn't outdo one another. He knew that eventually he would have to choose between the three, but who was he going to chose?

He had become somewhat of a legend in the locker room. Three women, and they all knew about each other? He was good. He had got in many skirmishes trying to defend their honor, mostly Trish's. The men thought they could disrespect his women to his face, but that definitely was not the case. He wasn't playing them, it wasn't about sex, except maybe with Trish. He had just fallen for all of them, and he knew was asking for big trouble.

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author's notes: All characters are in character. Yes, I did mean to use the same paragraph structure when describing the 3 women, I thought it would be interesting. Yes, I did mean to leave the man a mystery for right now. I hope I didn't confuse you. Mystery man revealed next chapter. Until then, you'll have to figure out who he is. Mwahahahaha! Thank you, and have a nice day.