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Chapter 4: Lust—Edge

"Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes."—Marquis de Sade

We all know lust. We've all felt it, acted on it, or at least thought about acting on it. But has it actually consumed any of us? True, there are rare cases where lust has driven a few of us absolutely mad, to the point of complete insanity, but those cases are rare. In Adam Copeland's case, though, he was teetering on the fine line between insanity and normalcy. As each day passed, the lust inside of his heart began to grow more and more determined, aiming to reach the point where it would be able to consume him completely.

Anyone that knew Edge, whether as a close friend or simply just an acquaintance, understood that the man was passionate. However, his passion was not solely for the business he was in, professional wrestling. No, the blonde Canadian lived, breathed, ate, and slept passion. He had almost a lustful approach to each task in his everyday life, most notably in his personal one. The Toronto native had never allowed himself to be tied down for a long period of time, and quite frankly, he preferred it that way. To him, there was something exciting about having a different companion each day—it made him feel almost god-like, in a sense. With each passing day, his sexual appetite grew, until it reached its peak and Edge found himself in the situation where no matter how many women he had on his arm, no matter how many different ways he tried to spice up his sex life, it was never enough. Nothing could quell his massive appetite, and this was very disturbing.

It was his breakup with the Extreme Diva, Lita, that changed Edge's life for the worse. He'd never faced rejection in his life—girls had always jumped at the chance to spend a night with the Rated-R Superstar—so when he realized that Lita was about to dump him, he went ballistic. No one rejected Adam Copeland. In a mad rage, he'd tossed the redhead out of his house, changed all the locks on the door so that she couldn't back later if she changed her mind, and threw all her clothes out in the street.

As a way to get back at her for dumping him, Edge began seducing almost every woman he came in contact with, from his personal assistant, who was so disgusted by his behavior that she quit, and every ring rat that showed up to the SmackDown tapings. His friends, worried for him, begged him to go see a psychologist or sex therapist to deal with his unhealthy behavior, but Edge shrugged them off. Sex was just a natural, healthy act, right? How could it be an addiction? He was weary of therapists anyway—they charged 150 bucks an hour to "help" you out, when really all they did was point out your shortcomings and make you feel ashamed. Edge wasn't about to let some quack tell him that his sex life was unhealthy.

And so he continued down the sordid path of decadence, not caring a bit about his actions and the eventual ramifications of them. His daily routine of "different day, different girl" stayed the same, and even though he knew perfectly well that he had no intentions of making a commitment with any of the poor girls, he lied to them anyway and told them that he'd call, throwing away their phone numbers after they left. He left a trail of broken hearts in his path of debauchery, and God, he loved it. He never felt so alive during those moments where he claimed another body as his own, bringing himself and his conquest to an unbearable fever pitch of ecstasy. The moans, the sweats, the groans, they all drove Edge absolutely crazy.

But like the saying goes, nothing lasts forever, and even though Edge was "living in the moment", as he frequently insisted, his downfall was creeping up slowly. He was completely blind as to what was about to happen. All those years of carelessness caught up to him on one frigid Tuesday morning, when a knock came at his door.

The fragile young girl on the other side of the door stuttered and stammered as she tried to explain, through the tears that were pouring from her big green eyes, that she'd just taken a pregnancy test, which of course had come up positive. She blabbered on and on about how she was 100% sure that this child was Edge's, because he was the only man she'd ever been with, and what would she do when her parents found out, and on and on until Edge simply told her to get lost, that what she was telling him couldn't possibly be true—he'd always taken a very methodical approach during sex, always making sure he had a condom, always making sure that the girl was taking birth control. So it didn't matter what she said, that child was not his, and that he was not going to be scammed by some two-dollar tramp, who was trying to cash in on his fame.

Of course, the girl didn't leave without a fight. She pleaded for the Rated-R Superstar to hear her out. She wasn't trying to scam him, she insisted. All she wanted was for him to do the right thing, and support his unborn child. The red-haired woman stated over and over that she didn't want anything for herself. But Edge still vehemently denied the claim, and sent the woman back to her hotel.

The blonde man paced back and forth in his living room for several hours, trying to piece together the entire situation. This can't be happening, this can't be happening, he kept telling himself. I'd never do something that stupid…I don't even want kids. Try as he might, though, the Canadian had to admit that he had been quite careless lately. He'd been so caught up in his plan to try and quell his sexual appetite that he'd allowed lust to blind him and cloud his judgment. Now, he had no one to blame but himself for this unfortunate situation, and no one could help him out of it, either. He was paying the price for his actions, and once this child was brought into the world, he would have to do the right thing and support it.

Edge couldn't help wishing that he'd listened to the others now, and sought out help for what he now realized was an unhealthy sex addiction. But what's the saying? Too little, too late? Edge knew now exactly what those words meant. He'd waited too long to fix things, and now it was too late to even attempt to do so.

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