Disclaimer: I don't own Edge or Adam Copeland, or any other professional people featured in this fiction. I do, however, own the non-famous people (ex. the characters of Analei and Layla), but I cannot regulate who reuses my names. I just ask that you please not steal what I have worked so hard at creating. This is my first fan fiction that I have posted, so be kind, but truthful. If it sucks let me know and give me pointers on how to improve it. If you love it, let me know that too. Enough of me rambling…read my story. :-D
A/N: In this fiction Adam Copeland is not married and has never been married. Just so no one thinks he is cheating on Alannah.
Chapter 1:
Meet Me In PittsburghI never get sick of seeing my favorite people live. This would be the reason I am presently in line for the past three hours. Being at a signing for my favorite WWE Superstar never seems like a waste of time. In fact, I have already stood in line for Adam Copeland's autograph five times before today. I keep hoping one day he will remember me. Although, I realize that the WWE character that he portrays, Edge, has many other fans. So the likelihood that he could recall my face from the thousands that have paraded in front of him is very close to nil.
"Analei," a voice spoke to me. "Are you going to move? We are almost at the table."
Yeah, that was enough to snap me out of my monologue. I turned to my best friend and cohort, Layla.
"Well of course I am going to move, straight into Adam's heart that is!"
We giggled together as we inched closer to where my idol was sitting.
About all that has been said so far, a girl can dream, can't she?
When my turn came, I asked if I could get my picture taken with him. Adam, as I refer to him, smiled and granted my wish. Security let me stand behind the table right next to Adam. Layla was allowed to come around also so she could get a full-length shot.
Adam leaned over after Layla snapped the picture.
"Hey, I recognize you from the Pittsburgh signing last year. Around nine p.m. tonight meet me on the fourth floor of the hotel across from the arena. We'll hang out or something."
I was instructed to walk back around the table. Adam quickly scrawled his name across the glossy pinup. As he handed me the autograph, he winked at me.
My heart was thumping in my chest by this time. Did I hear correctly? Did Adam Copeland, the WWE's Edge, just ask me out? Am I imagining all this?
'Ok, ok, Self. Breathe.'
I only hope I didn't look so nervous or worse yet, childish in front of Adam. Then I noticed Layla looking at me. She had a perplexed expression on her face.
"Analei, Hun, snap out of whatever state you're in. What's the matter with you? We have met him before and I have never seen that crazy grin. What's up?"
I fixed my glassy eyes upon her. My jaw dropped, closed, and dropped again. We were far away enough from where Adam was sitting so I didn't keep my elation in check.
"Oh my God, Layla! Oh my God!" was all I managed to get out before I started screaming and jumping around. I know I must have looked like a fool, but who cares?
"Okay, okay. I think I am calm now. After you took the picture Adam told me to meet him at the hotel tonight. We are going 'hang out.' Isn't that awesome?!"
Layla just stared at me. Her jaw then did the same thing that mine did a few minutes ago.
"Are you serious? Adam Copeland just invited you to the hotel? Come on Ana, who do you think you are kidding?"
An angry scowl crossed my face. She didn't think I was telling the truth.
"Lay, did you not see him bend down? I mean it had to be obvious. He is over six foot tall. I am only five foot, eight. That had to be noticeable. Then did you not see him wink as he handed my the picture?"
Layla just sighed.
"Yeah, I did notice all that. I just figured he was humoring you or something."
"Well he wasn't humoring me. He was serious. So now what do I do?"
The two of us just stared at each other for a moment. Then it was a mad dash to the car, as I needed to go home and rethink this evening's attire. I could not chill with a bunch of professional wrestlers in their merchandise. That would make me look like an obsessed fifteen year-old fan.
Back at my apartment, Layla was sitting on the queen size bed while I stood in my closet, flinging clothing at her. I nearly had my entire wardrobe now on a huge pile by Layla's feet.
"I think I have found it," I pronounced holding up a dark blue top and a pair of black capri pants. It was a sensible outfit. And blue always made my eyes stand out.
I changed and the two of us prepared for the evening.
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Smackdown! was great. Adam looked spectacular as he flew around the ring. He got the pin on Eddie Guerrero by way of the Edgecution. Layla and I have never cheered so much in our lives. I think Adam purposely looked for me during the match, because he posed at our side of the ring after he won the match. I swear he stared me straight in the eye and winked before walking back up the ramp. Soon after that match I took off for the hotel. Layla gave me the thumbs up meaning to have a great time all the while a look of pure envy showing in her eyes.
It was at that point I felt a little guilty, but Adam had asked me to meet him, not her and not both of us. Edge was not even her favorite wrestler. I quickly shrugged off this depressing feeling as I walked out into the brisk autumn air. I folded my arms across my chest, not because I was cold, but because of the anxiousness that had begun to creep over me.
'What would he want to do? Who else would be joining us? Will I look like a complete fool among all the sophisticated people?' All these thoughts ran through my head as the elevator ascended to the fourth floor.
Once up there, I had no clue as to where to go. I had not even noticed that Adam did not tell me what door to knock on when I got up there. Lucky for me the hotel was very posh and had an elegant lobby opposite the bank of elevators. I took a seat in an overstuffed black chair. There were no magazines on the small tables throughout the room, so I sat and drank in my surroundings.
Even though I had lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for seven years, I had not once been in Whyndham Gardens. Now I know why. This place was way out of my price league. The time that I had been in the city had been spent as a college student and now as a member of an emerging marketing company. Although I am making a very good living for a twenty-six year old, there is no way that I could ever consider myself in the lap of luxury. Not until now at least. Just being in the lobby of the fourth floor made me feel special. There were large expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls. I recognized many of them as prominent people of Pittsburgh's past. My eyes drifted to the ceiling. It was scalloped with a beautiful pattern in swirls that resembled paisley.
By this time I was bored with looking around me so I decided to see what interesting things I could discover in my purse. Nothing all that exciting, that's what. A few gum wrappers, my credit card holder, keys to my blue Jetta, some make up and my cell phone. I plucked out the gum wrappers and looked around for a trashcan. There were none to be found in such a fancy place, so back into the purse went the wrappers.
I looked at my watch. It was almost nine thirty. Then a thought crossed my mind. How could I have been so naïve, Adam was only kidding when he invited me here. I should have realized that. Vince never lets anyone leave before the show is over. My head slumped down. I could feel my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. I was about ready to leave when I heard the ding of the elevator.
Still too embarrassed to see who had come up to the fourth floor, I kept my head down and pretended to be fascinated with my silver bracelet.
'Hopefully whoever it is will just walk to their room and not see me sitting here like a fool,' I thought.
Nope that was not to be my luck tonight.
"Hey sorry I made you wait, but I had to convince Mr. McMahon I had a better place to be," Adam said followed by a strangely nervous laugh. He crossed the room and sat opposite of me in another of the big, plush chairs.
"How do you like this place? Crazy, it's like a palace." He glanced at me and then looked quickly away.
Then the conversation moved to a more comfortable topic, wrestling of course.
"Great match tonight, Adam." I made a point to use his real name. I was not dealing with a character at the moment. His body language told me that. His legs were relaxed and he was leaning back in the chair, probably because he was exhausted from working. His arms were resting in his lap.
Suddenly Adam turned a bright red. He gave me a half smile as he spoke, "Oh my gosh. I don't even know your name. That was very rude of me. I invite you up here and have no clue who you are. Okay wow, that makes me look really bad."
I was beginning to understand what he meant. It did look trashy, more like a booty call than just hanging out with some friends.
I stood up and stuck out my right hand. "My name is Analei Chasez."
Adam stood also. Instead of shaking my hand, he pulled me in for a friendly hug.
"Nice to meet you Analei. I'm Adam Copeland." He flashed me that award-winning smile before continuing. "Well now that we know who we are, should we migrate to somewhere a little more comfortable?"
I gave a nod and he led us down the hall. The inside of the hotel room was even more beautiful than the lobby had been. There was a large sitting area just to the left of the door. A moderate size kitchen with a wet bar was opposite that. A small hallway was straight ahead. Through the doorway I could glimpse part of what had to be a magnificent bedroom.
"Take a seat there, Analei. Would you like anything to drink?" Adam was standing by the refrigerator door.
"If there is any kind of soda in there I would like that."
Adam chuckled. "You can tell that you are not a Pittsburgh native. I have learned from hanging out with Kurt Angle that carbonated beverages around here are called pop. So since I have figured that much out, tell me more about yourself. I am sure you already know a lot about me, as I have seen you at the past couple of signings."
He has noticed me before. That's not possible. Thousands of people are at each signing. I don't stick out that much, do I?
I looked up. Adam stood in front of me holding out a class of Coke. He had this weird look on his face. Then I realized that I had not answered his question. His revelation that he remembered me had thrown off my concentration.
"I am originally from eastern Pennsylvania. I grew up about an hour away from where the Rock went to high school, actually. Steve Blackman lived just a few blocks from me, too. Geez, I sound like an obsessed wrestling fan. I am sorry."
Adam reassuringly touched my arm. "That's quite alright. I was way worse. Then I became a professional wrestler. Trust me you have nothing to be ashamed of. Go on and tell me more about you."
I let out a breath that I had not known I was holding. Adam really wanted to get to know me. That made me relax a little more.
"I went to college here in Pittsburgh and just recently acquired my masters in business, marketing to be specific. I now work for a company downtown. There really is not much else to say. I have not led an adventurous life."
"That makes you about twenty-five, right?"
I smiled. "Twenty-six, but you were close." We both laughed. 'This could be the beginning of a friendship here.'
From there the conversation drifted into wrestling again. We talked about the past and how we both missed Edge tagging with Christian. Adam expressed how he felt when Jay Reso's character was moved to RAW. I got the impression that even though they only pretended to be brothers during their tag champ reigns, Adam connected with Jay as if they really were brothers. We also pondered on the future of the business, the strength of the fan base, and what storylines we would like to see develop for different talents in the company.
It was getting late, but I didn't want to leave just yet. Adam suggested we either watch a movie or something on tv because if he continued to talk his throat was going to be worse off than his body after a ladder match. I guess he didn't want me to leave either. So we settled down on the couch facing the big screen tv. Digital cable allowed us to pick a decent movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
Part way into the film, my eyes became tired of reading the subtitles. Man do I ever hate having to read to watch a movie. That defeats the whole purpose of watching a movie. Adam must have felt the same way, because before long I felt his hand caress my arm. It sent shocks of electricity through my body. There was no way that it was actually happening. Wait, why am I complaining? This is what I have dreamed of for so very long.
It started with a small kiss on the cheek. That one kiss led to more, much more. The couch was not big enough for Adam's tall frame. He stood up from the black leather couch and pulled me up with him in a strong, passionate kiss. Leading the way, Adam made his way to the back of the hotel room. Once inside the bedroom I was met with a gigantic king size bed. There were fluffy white pillows all over it.
Adam turned me around and we continued with the events that had started on the couch. As the night drew on, our clothing came off. What happened next is only logical. Afterwards, I feel asleep on Adam's shoulder with his arms around my body.
The next morning was a bit awkward. I was not quite sure what Adam was thinking. All my uneasy feelings were put to rest when he asked if we could talk.
"Listen Analei," Adam signed. Oh no, this is not going well. "I didn't mean for that to happen. Please understand that. I don't want you to leave my hotel room thinking that you were a booty call. I have recognized you from some signings the WWE had here in Pittsburgh in recent years. I guess you could call it a recurring crush. You are an amazing person, and that is not a blow off sentence. I would love for us to keep in touch. As I don't have many contacts outside my job, so I guess what I am asking is, if it's okay with you, that we…umm…"
"I know what you are getting at Adam. The past few hours were a surprise to me. Even in my wildest dreams there is no way I could have even thought of it. And if you want keep a friendly correspondence going, I would definitely agree to that," I interrupted his nervous chatter.
So we exchanged email addresses and promised to keep in touch. I had every intention of doing so and from the sound of it so did Adam. I left his apartment that morning before him. Leaving with him would have been nice, but he explained we would run the risk of mass hysteria if fans saw Edge leaving a hotel with a gorgeous female. Even at that, through all that had happened in the past 12 hours, I blushed.
Once outside Whyndham Gardens, I dialed Layla's number. She answered on the third ring.
"Hey chica, it's me. Can you swing by on your way to work and pick me up at the hotel?"
I had to hold the phone away from my ear as Layla let out a surprised scream. "You're still there? Ana what happened there? Some wild party that I missed?"
"Calm down," I reassured her. "I will tell you all about it when you pick me up. Now get dressed because its freezing outside and I have no coat."
I hung up with her and stood outside, bracing myself from the bitter cold wind whipping through the city of Pittsburgh. Inside me were the warm thoughts of last night. Just by chance the man of my dreams invited me to his hotel room. Was every girl this lucky?
Little did I know I was just beginning to find out all about my luck.