Title: Not your Average Love Story

Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay

Email: RemainNameless17aol.com mailto:RemainNameless17aol.com

Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth

Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative

Summary; When is love ever easy? Three people are about to find out that life and love can totally suck.

Pairing: Stacy/Randy Lita/Edge Trish/?? Y2J? Christain?

Author's Notes: I decided to write a in depth weird as hell love story. Ok, Edge is still on Smackdown to make this story work, ok? Also he's seeing a female wrestler. Who is it? Well it's going to be Torrie. Also he never broke his neck. The draft will affect this story some how. One more thing, Kurt Angle is the GM of Smacky down. Also the tournament is crucial to the story. It isn't something I pulled out of no ware.

Stacy looked at the pamphlets in front of her. Her brown eyes focused on the one picture, the picture of the fetus in it's second month of life.

She knew she had to be at two months, that's when it happened.

Tears rolled down her eyes looking at the poorly drawn sketch of the child, she knew this wasn't her child, but the feeling, of that in some odd way was her baby.

Her thoughts froze at those words.

'Her baby"

Before she called 'it' or 'this baby', never really acknowledging it as her own. Something that came from a piece of her and someone she truly felt for.

Had genuine feelings for that were not returned.

The tears began to fall quickly, and more heavily looking at the picture. She just wasn't sure if she had the strength to kill this baby, correction. Her baby.

Lita was also at the clinic. Joyce had told Stacy to come in whenever she needed too, and Stacy wanted to get this done and over with as soon as possible.

But something told her, deep down, Stacy wanted this baby and she was just running from her problems.

However, her opinion didn't matter because Stacy would just begin to cry with the fear of what's going on in her belly.

Lita wasn't sure if doing this made Stacy stronger or weaker. Because she knew sure as hell she'd never have the strength to walk through the clinic's door.

"Hey Rey!" Torrie cooed running over to the little Mexican in the hotel lobby that the locker room of Smackdown! had decided to hang out in that evening.

Rey gritted his teeth as the blonde ran up to him, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

After a moment of cruel and unusual punishment, she stepped back and turned toward her boyfriend, correction, finance' who approached the two.

His expression had a look that said 'What the hell did I just do" but he was faking a big smile, leaning down and kissing his girl.

Rey tried not to vomit at the scene. Rey didn't like this relationship at all. They just didn't fit. Well they kind of did. Neither could commit. She was a whore, and he didn't like commitment. One date was ok, and maybe another but when they kept dating he knew it was wrong. A big empty relationship, no love, no passion. Maybe some good sex, but even Rey doubted that.

So when Edge decided to propose, mostly because of his mother's nagging and his commitment issues he did it. For all the wrong reasons.

There was another reason why Rey thought this was a bad idea. Because of someone else. Someone Rey didn't know who the hell she was but liked to call 'the ghost.' The one that got away that's always on your mind and makes you do stupid things.

Ever since he met Edge he dated lots of girls and kind of backed away once it got a little serious. One day Rey even called him on it.

Two Years Earlier

"Dude, Becky was hot!" Rey yelled in disbelief. Edge had just come home from his date. He didn't come home the next morning, that meant he ended it.

It was a cycle. Meet a girl, see he for a week or two, always come home the next morning. Then dumps her when it gets serious. First night he comes home that evening in weeks.

So predictable. So the minute his roommate entered the room he shouted at his friend for dumping the cute little blonde.

"Sure she was hot, but not you know, hot."

Rey raised an eyebrow at the revelation. "Sure, uh huh, what about the chemistry?"

"Not there."

"It's never there man." His roommate looked at him long and hard. "Do you EVER feel it, you know chemistry, have you ever been in love?"

A haunted, a painful look crossed his face. It was then it hit him. He had, not sure how long, but he had and he was still in pain over it. Still healing. Damn he had it bad for this girl.

"Woah, who was she man?"

"Nobody." Edge said, looking away and walking over to his bed.

"MAN! WHATEVER THIS CHICK DID TO YOU, GET OVER IT! YOUR STILL HURTING AND SHE OBVIOUSLY HAD IT BAD AND SHE OBVIOUSLY MESSED YOU UP!"

"No.. She was… great. She was different from anyone I met."

"Then what happened?" Rey asked, surprised at his friends revelation.

"I, She never knew. I never told her. When I finally had the guts, her life took a bad turn and, she just, well, I never saw her again."

Rey just sat quietly looking at him, trying to figure out who stole his heart and was completely unaware of it. She must have been one hell of a catch. But who she was, he was unsure. How long ago was it? The question was always in the back of his mind, and he wanted to figure out who this chick was.

Present

"I love you." Torrie cooed.

"Me too." The blonde Canadian said, no emotion in his eyes. Not the same emotion Rey had seen two years ago.

"I'm going to find Sable. Bye Bye." She turned away from them and skipped off to find her fellow diva.

"She's… she's great huh?" Edge said, turning toward his friend

"Yeah, sure." Rey said, his voice lacking sincerity.

"Ok man, what the hell is your problem?" Edge snapped, looking at Rey, his eyes dark with concern and anger.

"Nothing."

"Come on, tell me."

"It's just, I think your making a big mistake. You don't love Torrie."

"You don't know how I feel."

"Yeah I do, you are not in love with her."

"Rey, leave it-"

The two were cute off by the approach of Kurt Angle.

"Hi guys, listen, I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure no problem Kurt." Rey said, beginning to follow the GM, Edge at his heels. They stopped in the corner of the lobby, when Kurt looked to both of them.

"Listen, I had a little, confrontation with Bischoff and he's a little upset with me. So we arranged a paper view this month, were his top 5 and two Diva's and my top 5 and two diva's will sort of go against each other in tournament of sorts. Winner comes out on top. The final two, the winner gets a title shot at there shows top prize, the other, get's fired." Kurt said eyeing Edge. Recently Kurt had taken a bad turn, not liking the blonde man one bit.

"And who came up with that little "fired" wager? Hmm Kurt? Because I know sure as hell know you don't like me."

"Then you better win. Because I know we know our Diva's don't have a chance, but you two, made even the score." With that the bald man walked away.

"Woah, that was a little harsh."

"Well he hates me." Edge said, walking away from the corner."

"No, I mean the Diva part. I mean, I know there not that good, but I've seen some Raw Diva's at WrestleMania man, and I think Torrie and Sable can take them."

"Yeah, like Bischoff is going to pick Stacy and Jackie. Raw has the woman's title over there for a reason. There going to slaughter Torrie and Stacy."

"You don't seem that upset over Torrie getting slaughtered."

Edge stayed quiet a moment, and then kept walking,

Lita held onto Stacy's hand in the clinic room.

Only wearing a polka dotted hospital gown, she wasn't concentrating on her near nakedness.

A minute later, the door opened and the doctor entered.

"Hello Stacy, how are we?"

Stacy watched the woman with wide eyes, her eyes still red and puffy. It was strange. A strange feeling over taking her…

"Stacy?" The doctor asked, watching her with concern.

"I..I.."

"Stacy."

"I CAN'T DO THIS!" She yelled, turning quickly to Lita, her head buried in the red head's shoulder. "I can't kill my baby." Stacy whispered, her tears dampening Lita's

Shirt.