Okay, I know that a lot of you think that Dave got off really easy with the whole John situation. All I have to say about that is this: Just Wait! Anyway thanks for all of the reviews. Keep 'em coming and I'll keep the updates coming. And speaking of updates, my other story Never Alone isn't doin' so hot. I don't know whether it's because I haven't updated that much or people just aren't feeling it but, for those who are reading it, tell me whether or not i should continue with it. Anyway on to this chapter:

Chapter Fifty-Six: Dave's P.O.V.

The next month went by quickly and there had been no more altercations between Jessie and I about her relationship with John. There was a lot more stuff to deal with anyway. Wrestlemania was now only two weeks away.

I had said something to Jessie twice, about changing the outcome of Paul's match, but she quickly dismissed the subject by saying, "Stop worrying about everyone else's career in the WWE and worry about your own."

She was right, as usual, but I just couldn't take anymore of Paul's whining and complaining, so I figured maybe third time's a charm.

We were sitting at a restaurant in the lobby of the hotel we were staying at when I brought up the subject one last time.

"Jess, I know we've already had a couple of discussions on this but…uh…I was wondering if you would reconsider Paul's match at Mania."

She set her fork down and looked at me. "Dave, how many times are you going to ask me this? I'm sorry, but my answer is still no. I know that Trips is your friend and all but I just can't and won't do it."

"But why, Jess?"

"You know, if he would've been a real man and come asked me himself, I might have possibly considered it. But, no, he sent you out to do it for him. Plus, management is absolutely thrilled with the idea of Benoit being Champion. And I am too. Eighteen years, putting his body through hell, I think that he deserves it. He wins, Paul loses. End of discussion. And my mind isn't going to change a week from now, so don't even think about asking me again."

I nodded as she picked up her fork and started eating again.

After we were done, we headed to the arena for RAW. We were walking through the halls, hand in hand, when someone called out Jessie's name. We both turned around to see Edge.

I looked down at Jessie with questioning eyes, but she just shrugged her shoulders as he continued to walk up to us.

"I was looking at the lineup for tonight," he began, not breaking eye contact with her, "and I noticed that I was in a match with Booker, but he's on vacation for the week and I was wondering if you had a backup for me or if you just wanted to cancel the match."

"Wow, I didn't think anybody was on vacation right now. I think we're just going to have to cancel it. Everyone else is booked for tonight. So, I guess, enjoy your night off," she smiled weakly before beginning to walk again.

I followed her but not before noticing the sorrowful glance Edge gave towards her. Once I caught up with her, I mentioned something that had been on my mind for a long time.

"You never did tell me what he said to you the day we came back from my suspension."

"It was nothing."

"I'm sure. That's why you were crying."

She sighed but kept on walking. "He told me he loved me."

"What!" I asked, surprised. Truth be told, I really shouldn't have been. After all, Randy had called on that when I first started to get with Jessie and she was hanging with Edge.

"Yeah, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to start anything with him. So, now that it's out in the open, let's drop it okay?"

"Alright. I have to go talk to the guys. I'll see you at the curtain," I told her and gave her a kiss before walking to Evolution's locker room.

"Has that bitch girlfriend of yours changed her mind yet?" Paul asked as soon as I stepped foot in the door.

I kept myself from letting my temper get the best of me. "Number one, she's not a bitch. Number two, I'm not asking her again because it's about time you learned that she is not going to change her mind. So, get over it."

"Get over it? That's what you think I'll do? Do you not realize thatI made this title? That I made this company? Do you think that Benoit will do a better job at holding this title and carrying this business on his shoulders than me? This title is my life."

"Well, I suggest you get a new life because you're going to lose that one," I said matter of factly.

"You think you're big now that you're serious with the writer? In case you've forgotten, let me remind you. I was the one that told Orton to make her even consider going on a date with you. It's because of me that you are even with her now."

"Bullshit! I would never have given up on her! I would've eventually gotten her to go out with me on my conditions and not that damn plan of yours. So as far as I'm concerned you can go to straight to hell!"

To my surprise, Paul smirked. "Really? Believe me, you're going to wish that you never said that," he said and walked out.

What had I done?