A/N- I know, it's been 5592553583 years since I've updated this, but here it is! I even managed an insult in here about Ted's wife, let's see who can pick it up (excluding Becky, who heard me rant enough about Ted's wife that she will pick it up in no time).

Flashbacks are in italics in this.

It could be another 385390853 years before I update this again..

So enjoy!

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Thin Line Between Love and Hate....and Attempted Murder.

"So how did your hot date go last night?" Ted asked his still half asleep roommate. It was the morning after Cody and Becky's first date that wasn't considered a date because Becky had no idea it was a date.

"Good, considering she had no idea you planned it." Cody said groggily.

"I didn't plan it. I just didn't agree to a double date. You know, you shouldn't set those up without asking the other party first."

"I wasn't really thinking at the time. You seemed to get rid of...I forget her name, quickly last night. She was gone by the time I got back." Cody commented, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"One round with this God, she was done. No sense in keeping her around." It wouldn't be long until Ted was labeled "Lil' Randy". He was just as bad, if not worse, then Randy was.

"No surprise there."

"So what's your fascination with Becky?" Ted asked. He has been curious for awhile now.

"It's hard to explain really..."

"I don't know if you have noticed this man, but she puts the itch in bitch." Ted said, impersonating a snobby cheerleader.

"I can't deny that, but..."

"Although I've only really ever seen her be a bitch to you. I mean, all you have to do is walk past her and she is bitching you out." Ted continued on. He just didn't understand it. If some chic treated him like that, he'd move on and never look back.

"She's not all bad." Cody defended.

"Cody.....she broke your leg in OVW."

"Not purposely. Besides, all she did was sprain my knee and ankle" Cody corrected, while remembering what had happened that day....the day he became scared of a 130 pound diva.

She loved the sport of professional wresting, but workouts like the one she had experienced today, made her think about changing her career choice. Training six days a week was torture for anyone. Up at six, run five miles, workout out in the gym for two hours, train in the ring for five hours, run another two miles, and try to get in more time in the ring. Excruciating pain would describe what she was feeling at that moment. All she wanted was a bottle of water. She didn't count on seeing someone else reach for that bottle of water....the last bottle of water. It would have been different if the man appeared to be dehydrated, or had a workout like the one she just had, but he appeared as though he had just woken up.

"Hey, I don't think so." She grabbed the bottle out of his hand, taking him by surprise. He looked up to meet her gaze...err..angry stare, gently pulling the bottle back towards him.

"I had it first." Childish games anyone?

"I'm thirsty." She argued.

"So am I!"

"Drink my sweat then!" She grabbed the bottle again taking a step back.

Cody made the mistake of stepping towards her, his hands outstretched in reach of the bottle.

CRACK!

Before his hands made contact with the bottle, she dropped him to the ground by sweeping her foot behind his leg and causing him to lose his balance. He twisted his ankle and landed awkwardly on his knee. Did she offer him sympathy? Hell no. She opened the water and took a drink, then dumped the rest on him.

"Guess you aren't thirsty anymore." With that, she walked away.

That was only incident number one.

"See, what do you possibly like about that evil woman?" Ted recalled Cody telling him the story before , and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out the attraction!

"Do you ever get sick of women throwing themselves at you?" Cody asked.

"No."

"Don't you ever want a challenge?"

"No."

"You don't want to work towards earning a woman's respect?"

"No." Cody sighed, shaking his head. His friend was hopeless.

"Well I do man, and no one offers it but her."

"So yo only want her because she doesn't want you?" Ted asked, trying to make sense of what Cody was saying.

"It started out like that. I've never had somebody hate me for no reason at all. I became interested in her, and it went from there." Cody explained.

"Even after she gave you a concussion?"

"She accidentally tripped me."

"Ha. Okay. Whatever you say."

All the wrestlers in training gathered once a week, and a famous known wrestler currently working for the WWE would come down and train with them, give them tips, and promo advice, but they always started out with a motivational speech.

It was only natural to want to sit in the front. So obviously, you had to beat everyone else there. One chair remained in the front, and two people were currently power walking (Cody's knee had healed by now), trying to get there first.

Thwack!

Cody was laid out on the floor as Becky innocently sat down on the no longer open seat. Cody held his head in pain, especially the side that hit the leg of the end chair.

Painful it was.

He sat through John Cena's "motivational" speech in agony. Not to mention he was clean in the back, hardly able to hear or see anything. How was he supposed to succeed in wrestling if he couldn't hear the best there was talking? Soon after, he was diagnosed with a minor concussion.

"Maybe you have a fetish for pain or something. That's like two attempted murders, and you're still trying to pursue her." Ted offered his thoughts.

"No. I like her. I don't have to explain it to you."

"I was just saying. Besides, I thought her and Orton were dating."

"They're just friends. Same thing with Ken."

"Newsflash Cody, a guy can't just be friends with a girl and have no romantic feelings for her." Ted wasn't talking about Ken, who was already married. Ken also didn't look at Becky like Randy did. Ted might not have been there very long, but he was there long enough to pick up on all the tension between Cody, Becky, and Randy.

"Newsflash Ted, not ever male is trying to get into a girls pants like you." Cody mocked.

"I don't do that all women."

"What was the name of the girl you had last night?" Cody asked, trying to prove a point.

"Kristen." Point not proven.

"So she wasn't good enough?" Another point trying to be made.

"No, she was. We just had nothing in common. She asked to play dress up wedding." Point not proven again.

"Why is your life so simple, and mine a mess?"

"I'm not in love with a bitch."

"You've never talked to her!"

"I did too. My first night here. She bit my head off for bumping into her. I could tell right away...bitch material."

"Okay, I'm done. I have to go meet Chris."

"Jericho?"

"The one and only."

"Why?"

"I don't know. He told me to meet him for coffee today." Cody never really talked to him before and was surprised by his forwardness. There was no "Hi", just a "Meet me for coffee."

"He seems like a decent guy."

"Yeah, no drama or craziness with him." Which Cody was glad of.

"Well I'm off too. I need to hit the gym. Are we riding to the arena together?" Ted asked, grabbing his gym bag from his bed.

"I told Becky I'd ride with her. You can too, I suppose." Cody offered. With all that Ted had been saying, he was sure the answer would be no.

"Sure. I'll be back by five."

Great.