I wrapped my arms around Jenny Cash's waist from behind and then used all my strength to lift her up into a German suplex. I released her with a grunt, just in time for her to crash head-first into the mat with a sickening thud. With a malicious smile, I crawled across the ring and used the ropes to stand up, giving Angela, who was standing in the entrance way. my most psychotic smile possible. Just so you know, that's pretty damn psychotic.

The match had been going on for four minutes already, mostly with myself dominating and 'torturing' Jenny. It was great fun. As I was on the ropes, I felt an arm hook up through my legs and pull me backwards into a roll-up pin. The referee counted to two before I kicked out and the fans booed me for doing so.

I was the first to get up and ran at the ropes, rebounding into a low drop kick to Jenny's face as she was on all fours. On the outside of the ring, Wesley cheered me on and threw her cowgirl hat into the air in jubilation. I rolled my eyes and stomped on Jenny's back a few times, glaring at Angela who simply glared back with attempted-but-failed authority. Slowly, Jenny stood up and I allowed her as I stalked her from behind. As soon as she was fully up, I kicked her firmly at the bottom of her spine and she fell forward.

I grabbed her from behind, putting her in a half nelson hold, then lifted her up and threw her face first into the mat. She bounced back up due to the springs under the ring and then fell back to the mat on her front, looking absolutely lifeless. I rolled her over onto her back and covered her with my forearm in her face and counted along with the referee as he called the three count.

"The winner of this match," Cat's voice sounded out over the PA system as the referee and Wesley both lifted my arms into the air in celebration of my win. "And advancing onto the next round in the Queen of FCW tournament: Hope French!"

A few minutes later, I was sat on a chair backstage controlling my breathing after having a warm down and rehydrating myself with as much water as possible. I put my head down and swept my hair away from my sweaty face. A shadow passed over me, but I figured it was just one of the production staff doing something near me. It wasn't.

"Hey Hopey!" came Angela's screech from above. I groaned inwardly and decided to act like I hadn't even heard her. "Earth to Hopey! Are you okay?"

I looked up at Angela, feigning shock as if I'd not known she was there at all. "Oh, I'm sorry Angela. I was in my own little world then. Can I help you?"

She laughed, snorting in the process. I always knew she was a real pig. "That's okay, Hopey. I was just wondering if you have to, like, do anything in the next taping?" The next taping was in about half an hour as FCW was doing a double decker of filming this week, which meant I had to do a flurry of house shows for the next few weeks. I didn't mind, I thought it would be nice to wrestle more and get my mind off of things at home.

"Not really," I said as I racked my brains, trying to think. "I just have to sit at ringside with you to watch the diva's match and that's me done for the night. Why do you ask?"

"Oh. Didn't think so, the only diva stuff on the next show is Rosa and Alicia beating Cat and Tiffany in the tournament, right? Oh, yeah what I was going to talk to you about... Well, I was – no, Matt was wondering if maybe you'd wanna come out with us tonight for a meal? To like, celebrate our marriage and stuff. Scotty's coming so he thought it'd be cool to have you along too, just the four of us. Matt's best friend Scotty and... you, it'll be fun," Angela smiled and I could tell she really didn't want to. I smiled back, with even less willingness behind mine.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," I started, but never got the chance to finish and state my reasons.

"Please? It means a lot to Matt for some reason," she whispered. Yeah, I'd have bet it only 'meant a lot' because he wanted to rub it in my face that he had played me like a bloody naïve fiddle. "Besides, it'll be a good chance for you and Scotty to get to know each other properly instead of just in the bedroom!" She winked cheekily.

"Fine, sure. Whatever," I finally caved in. With a wide smile, Angela skipped off in the direction of the locker room and I leaned back in the chair to mull things over.

It had been two days since Matt had come back from Vegas with his bombshell surprise marriage. So far I'd played nice, staying away from the apartment and making with the happy faces whenever I saw one or both of the happy couple which was thankfully only a few times. Most of the time I'd spent away from home was at Katie's, but she was now gone on tour with the Smackdown! crew for this week, although neither of us knew why as she was on the ECW roster which was touring with RAW that week. At night I'd taken to spending time with Scotty; licking my wounds, among other things, in bed with him. I couldn't help it, whenever I thought of Matt I still got pretty horny and obviously I couldn't have him and a girl's needs need to be taken care of.

Besides, Scotty wasn't too bad himself and I think he was looking for a relationship with me, which I was admittedly dubious to jump into, but I would. Call it a rebound thing, that's all it was to me. For some reason, I still stupidly loved Matt. He'd made me look like an idiot, stabbed me in the back and still hadn't explained himself, although it was hardly like I'd allowed him to. Yet I still had this stupid little 'thing' for him and it was because this feeling had remained strong even through the pain that I knew it was love and not just a silly little schoolgirl crush. Weird.

I got up with a dramatic sigh, earning me a few strange glances from some of my fellow wrestlers and other staff and headed towards the locker room so I could go shower and squeeze into a dress so I could just go out to the ring and sit down. Fun stuff.

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There's something you should know about me. That is, if you haven't figured it out already. I'm rather petty, in the best possible way. If I feel someone's wronged me, I wrong them right back. But I do it worse, and I pack a bigger emotional punch than they possibly could. It's because I'm British I suppose, we're not really that nice. Cynical, sarcastic and cruel. That's us. But I'm only like that if someone deserves it.

Matt, as it happens, fully deserved it.

I was in my bedroom getting ready for our supposed 'celebration', which was feeling more and more like a double date from a nightmare – and it hadn't even started yet! My lusty red dress was doing wonders for me, making any imperfection invisible, or so I hoped. It looked like it did to me, but that was probably because I was just confident I'd look better than Angela tonight. Not exactly hard to do. My hair and make up was simple, but my lips were a dark cherry red to match the dress and add a little drama. I felt like being dramatic.

I sprayed perfume in the air in front of me and walked slowly through it, then dabbed some on the crook of my collarbone too, both sides. Collecting my shoes for the night, a pair of Katie's black open-toed high heels, I sat on the edge of my bed and began to slip them on which was a little harder than it should have been. She was a size smaller than me.

With one shoe on, I shifted position and began the attempt to put the second on when there was a knock on my door. I glanced at it, wondering who would ruin my preparation. It could have been one of two people, the most obvious was Matt who was getting ready in the room next to mine and the second would be Scotty who was coming over practically any minute now to collect me. Plastering a smile on my face, I stood up and hobbled with one shoe to the door and opened it.

I didn't even bother looking who it was as I walked back to my bed and flopped down on it. Leaning over, I got back to forcing my shoe onto my foot. After succeeding in putting both shoes on, I leaned back on my bed and looked at the doorway. Matt was stood there in a nice light blue shirt and dark jeans. It's so unfair how guys can get ready so simply and easy and we can't. Damn them. Still, he looked pretty sexy (as always) so I wasn't really complaining. I just wish I could look that sexy without hours of preparation.

"Are you going to just stand there watching me for the rest of the night or do you actually want something?" I asked with a cheeky smile. I wanted to be nice. For now.

"Sorry," he said with a gentle smile, leaning against the door frame with his hands crossed over his chest casually. "I didn't want to disturb you."

I got off my bed and grabbed my earrings, slipping them in and turning to Matt. "Well then, make yourself useful and tell me how I look." I twirled, giving him a good view of me from all angles and then looked into one of my mirrors to check me out for myself.

"Beautiful," he remarked softly. I fought the urge to blush, or kiss him. I wanted to do both.

"Should a married man really be saying that?" I asked. Matt shrugged casually as he watched me sit back down on my bed.

"Probably not," he smiled weakly and removed himself from the door frame. I felt the bed creak as he sat next to me and I looked over at him. He looked sad, but he did a lot lately. It wasn't nice seeing him this way. "We need to talk, don't we?"

"Do we?" I asked, smiling widely and hoping he'd accept my faux obliviousness. Now wasn't the time for a 'talk'. Definitely not.

"Yeah, we do."

"Oh." I looked away from him, taking a sudden keen interest in my curtains.

"I'm sorry," he said slowly. I continued to stare at the curtains, noticing for the first time a small stain on them. Damn, I had to get new ones. Noticing my silence, Matt continued, "I'm a dick. I know that. I promised you something and then did something so... so stupid."

"Yes, you are a dick," I noted as I began studying the ground beneath us instead. I didn't want him to see that I had the beginnings of tears building in my eyes. Why did he have to start this conversation when I was all dolled up? Bastard.

"I'm really sorry, Hope. I don't know what to say except that, I'm not good with this shit."

I stood up and looked down at him. My gorgeous, lying, sweet bastard. "I forgive you Matt. To be honest, I wasn't really expecting anything to come of what you said." I hated lying, but then I hated people seeing that they've hurt me.

"If it helps," he started, "I don't even remember getting married, I was so damn drunk. What the hell does that say about me?"

I laughed, thinking he was joking. But when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was telling the honest truth, and it hurt him. I didn't know what hurt him more – the fact that he felt like such a lousy husband or the fact he was married to Angela. Personally, I would have been more distraught that my first wife was a hybrid of human and pig. But that's just me.

"Do you want a medal or something?" I asked, sarcasm oozing from me. I smirked triumphantly as he frowned.

"Hope, don't be so-" I turned my back on him, strutting over to the door confidently. I wanted to leave, go wait outside for Scotty or something. It was vital, I'd just won a small battle. Matt felt crap, I felt great. Serves him right.

However, my journey to the door was stopped by a large hand wrapping around my wrist. It was tight, and the next thing I knew, I was pushed roughly up against the wall with a loud 'thud'. Luckily the walls were paper thin and it didn't hurt at all. Matt pinned my arms above me and scowled down at me. For a moment, I allowed myself to show the slightest hint of fear before masking it with a stony expression.

"Why are you being such a bitch?" he growled. I had to admit, I was kind of liking angry Matt. The way his muscles bulged in his shirt and he breathed heavily, it was all rather erotic. Quite sexy.

I ignored his question and instead glared up into his eyes. "You're hurting me, Matt."

Shock and realisation seemed to course through him and within seconds my hands were free again, but I was (willingly) still trapped against the wall by Matt's body. He sighed and rested his forehead on mine, looking down into my eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered before his lips pressed against mine. I acted quickly, furiously, and pushed him off of me. My hand reared back and I slapped Matt squarely on the cheek. He recoiled and I did the same again, but with the other hand to the other cheek.

"How dare you!" I screamed. "You're fucking married!"

Matt opened his mouth, to apologize I suppose, but he never got to. I lunged on him, pressing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue inside him. His tongue readily and rather enthusiastically responded to mine. He soon had me pressed up against the wall again, our lips never parting.

I placed my hands under his shirt, running my finger tips over his impressive abs as his hand ran through my hair, pulling on it slightly to pull my head back. He nibbled my bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth gently as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn't know what I was doing as I ripped open his shirt and landed my lips on his neck, sucking and nibbling away at his skin. There was a haze of red lust clouding the both of us.

His hand found my breast and he cupped it roughly as we once again kissed passionately. I could feel his throbbing member through the material of our clothes and I needed it so badly. My body ground against his groin as he slowly ripped my dress from my body. I didn't care. I wanted him. My dress fell to the ground, next to Matt's shirt.

I undid the button on his jeans, slid the zip down and he allowed them to fall to the ground. We parted from one another's lips and both smirked as I reached into his boxers. My hand tentatively took a hold of his large member and our eyes met for a brief moment.

DING DONG DING DONG

I jumped off of Matt as soon as I heard the doorbell ringing and turned away. I wiped my hand, that had only a few seconds ago been on Matt's manhood, on my leg desperately, I needed to get rid of the thoughts and germs. Shame ran through me. I'd just almost cheated, and with a married man! Scotty and Angela hadn't entered my thoughts once, all I had cared about was having Matt inside of me. Thank God the doorbell disrupted us.

"That will be Scotty," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and refusing to look at him. Matt came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his rock hard member pressing into my back.

"You should leave him," he whispered into my ear before nibbling at it. I pulled away. "I'll leave Angela. We'd be great together."

I was tempted to take him up on his offer. So very tempted. But I didn't want to be that woman. You know, the one that wrecks homes and breaks everyone's hearts. Do it once and the stigma follows you for eternity. Besides, he was probably just horny and wanted in my panties. Men will say anything to get a woman in bed.

"No. That's your dick talking. We can't," I pushed his hands away from me and walked across the room. "Tell Scotty I'm not feeling well, that I'm sorry but I really can't come out tonight. Tell him I'll see him tomorrow."

Matt frowned, but pulled his jeans back up and fastened the button again. "Fine. But if you're not going to the celebration dinner then I'm not either."

DING DONG

"Yes, you are, Matt. You can't screw what you have with Angela up," I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Why does love and life have to be so complicated? "Now go answer the door, and don't let him come see me. I can't be dealing with that. Not tonight, not now."

Matt sighed too, looked at me for a few moments, then left without another word. I busied myself cleaning up after Matt and myself, discarding our now ruined clothes and waited until I heard the front door slam shut ten minutes later. The apartment was silent. Bliss. I took my cellphone and sent Katie a message as I smiled.

'Matt so wants me.'

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A.N.: Gosh, I'm blushing like a nun caught playing with herself after writing that little scene between Matt and Hope, haha. I've never written a sexy scene before, eeek! Anyway, I'm sorry for the wait. Really, I am. I started a new job and it needed my time and attention foremost, but things are slowing down now and I'll be able to write a bit more I'm hoping so there shouldn't be another huge wait between this chapter and the next. Don't hold me to it, but I'm going to really try for an update within the next week.

Again, I'd like to point out that while this wrestling side of things may seem a little silly, there is a reason behind it. The match between Angela and Hope will be a major thing within the plot & story so please bare with me there!

As usual I would like to thank the wonderful people who review this story: faither (still the same name? Omgee!) JohnCenaFan, BournePriceless54, angelwilliamsfan, IloveEvanBourne, Straight Edge Queen and Alexa. To Alexa: don't worry, I plan on having this story be a slow burner!