"Pride and Prejudice"
An Edge/Ashley fanfic
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I'm SO sorry for the long wait...! I had to resolve a personal situation before feeling free to write again, then writer's block got in the way and i'm currently sharing the pc so this is slowing me down a bit, but now i'm back on full speed lol.
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Chapter 31
"Boys Don't Cry...But They Fight"
Edge refrained from rolling his eyes –and from spearing the older Hardy right on the spot- and limited himself to just respond in annoyance.
"What do you want?"
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Excuse me?!" The blonde scoffed "If you haven't noticed it's you the one who just waited for me."
"You should really stop trying to steal what's mine. That makes you just more pathetic than what you already are." He said with a despising tone in his voice.
Edge just stared at him for a second in –masked- disbelief.
"I always thought you were a little slow," he eventually replied "but which part of 'she wasn't your girlfriend anymore' you don't get? Hell, for what I know you two were done more than a year ago, this has nothing to do with you. Nothing."
"And there you're wrong," Matt cockily snapped back "cause we've always been close friends since then."
"And so?!"
"And so I know what you're doing, you're just trying to use her to upset me."
By now the disbelief was clearly showing on the Rated R superstar's face as he scoffed.
"Just for the record, my life doesn't revolve around you, Matt. The only thing I feel if I think Ashley was once your girlfriend is surprise… actually I'm amazed by how much time she managed to be with you without realizing what asshole you really are."
"And I always wondered how Amy could choose you among all… but in the end she should have realized how low she had settled her choice cause she ran away, didn't she?" Matt smirked.
"You don't know anything about our relationship." He clenched his fists "And leave it out of this cause it has nothing to do with Ashley."
"You know you're going to hurt her anyway. Do us all a favor and give up now."
"Shut up." He hissed.
"You know I'm right, that's why it bothers you. I'll tell you what's going to happen… A) You'll dump her for another skank once you get bored with her and will break her heart. B) She'll open her yes and realize what useless piece of crap you are. Either way, she's coming back to me sooner or later. Spare yourself this humiliation and go away now. C'mon, what can you offer her? Nobody likes you, you're already getting her emarginated. With me, on the other hand, she got perfectly along with all my friends, starting with my brother. See? You can only lose this fight."
He completed his little speech with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
Adam tried to calm himself down, blood boiling in his veins, before he eventually glared at the dark haired man.
"Fuck off." He muttered, hardly brushing past him, and then he slammed his locker room's door behind him.
He had no idea of how he had managed to refrain from breaking his nose with a right hook.
x—x—x—x—x
"Divas match! Our sexiest women on television!" JBL cheerfully announced when the ppv got back from a commercial.
"And here it comes the dirty diva," Michael Cole echoed while the blonde jogged towards the ring, slapping a few fans' hands in the process "who posed on Playboy last March."
"Oh I loved that issue."
"I loved it too!" Jerry 'The King' Lawler unexpectedly piped up from the Raw announcers' table, receiving weird looks from his colleagues.
"Back on topic," Michael Cole said with a roll of eyes "in the last months things got a little personal between our two ladies here."
"A little personal?! Jillian deliberately injured Ashley's leg and forced her out of action for several months! She's totally jealous of the punk diva!"
"Indeed she did. And I have to say, it's surprising at last to see Ashley back in the ring after what happened only 2 days ago."
The punk princess jumped off of the turnbuckle and stared at the titan tron, scrunching her nose when a footage of last Smackdown! was shown.
She still had no idea of what had happened. Or better, of why that had happened.
The audience started to boo at the scene and she chuckled, raising high in the air her rock sign, grateful for their support.
"A nasty blow indeed." JBL commented watching the sequence in slow motion.
"Seems like both Edge and Cherry have some explanations to do, their actions were totally uncalled for."
"And they will, Michael, cause next Friday we'll have a special edition of the Cutting Edge, with both ladies in the same ring at the same time!" The self made millionaire announced.
"Make sure not to miss it!" Cole echoed, stopping when Jillian's –horribly- self sang theme started "But let's focus on the match now, here it comes Jillian."
"Nooo, cut the music!" JBL whined.
Ashley observed her opponent coming to the ring with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips.
She had no idea of why Cherry attacked her, she was pissed off at Matt, she was confused and hurt by Layla's reaction, she was surprised at the just received news of what was expecting her next Friday… but one thing she knew for sure: Jillian wasn't going to get out with what she did to her. Not tonight.
"How's your head, huh? Feeling a little ditzy Ashley?" The pop singer wannabe teased with an amused grin.
The punk diva didn't waste time on words though, responding with a slap on the cheek and prompting the ref to signal for the bell, making the match officially start.
x—x—x—x—x
"Where did that come from?!" Michelle asked in surprise, a smirk on her lips, as she and Cherry settled down in the catering room.
"I have no idea…" She shyly shrugged, then a smile formed on her lips "But it felt so good!"
"I can tell!" She echoed with a giggle "And that bitch had it coming. Well done."
"Yeah… and I have it coming from Ashley, I guess." She sadly added, wincing when on the monitor the dirty diva performed a perfect hurricanrana on the 'singer'.
"Aw don't worry, she'll give you a chance to explain yourself… just as I did." She confidently smiled.
"And what if I got stuck or something? I'm not that good when it comes to speak up in public…"
"Well there's no need to wait for the Cutting Edge, right? We can do that right after her match."
"Really?" Cherry's eyes hopefully widened.
"Sure, who's stopping us?" And with that she reassuringly placed a hand on the younger diva's shoulder as they watched the match with great interest.
x—x—x—x—x
"Ashley always has these great comebacks," Michael Cole commented "first the hurricanrana and now the headscissors."
"Ah, only a count of 2!" JBL complained as the two blondes got back on their feet.
"Yes, but I think Jillian's starting to lose her confidence now…"
"I wish she did that about her singing too, Michael."
Adam watched the action from his locker room, observing on the edge of his seat as Jillian sent Ashley against the turnbuckle and his girlfriend promptly jumped up helping with the top rope and secured her feet around Jillian's neck.
He chuckled remembering the proud smile on her face when she told him she had learnt the trick from Trish. He was prepared for the headscissors that was coming… only to wince when Jillian got hold of the punk's legs and made her fall to the ground.
"Shit!" He muttered as she went for a 'schoolgirl' –helping herself with the ropes-, only to sigh in relief when his girlfriend kicked out at two.
A frustrated Jillian stomped her hands on the mat and looked outraged at the crowd's reaction.
Ashley, on the other hand, slowly rolled over and reached the bottom rope to help herself up. An expression of pain on her face as she held her lower back.
"Seems like Ashley suffered some damage from the impact with the mat."
"Yeah, let's not forget that just 2 days ago she got speared from the apron to the floor. She can't be at 100 tonight."
"But she's fighting anyway, that's what I like of her!" JBL echoed while the crowd cheered for the dirty diva.
"C'mon baby," Adam almost whispered "you can do it, I know you can."
And just as she could hear him, at the same time she finally stood up again, ducked a clothesline from Jillian and punched her in the stomach.
"That's my girl." He smiled his approval.
x—x—x—x—x
There was someone else though who wasn't that pleased with how the match was going.
The Extreme Exposé members were sat close to each other on a wooden bench in the women's locker room, identical annoyed expressions on their faces.
"What is Jillian waiting for to just take the bitch out?!" Kelly finally exclaimed in exasperation, spreading her arms as she did so… and almost knocking down her friends in the process.
"She's tough." Layla distractedly commented, perhaps forgetting for a moment where her loyalty laid now.
A moment that didn't last long as she found Kelly glaring at her and so rushed to correct herself.
"I mean, the bitch is tough!"
The blonde seemed satisfied with the new sentence as she turned to Brooke, waiting for some other encouragement.
"I like her top. I wonder if it will go along with my brand new jeans." The brunette commented, not sharing the same interest as her leader's in bashing the dirty blonde diva.
But Kelly wasn't willing to admit even that, as she loudly cleared her throat.
And this was apparently enough to wake Brooke up.
"Cause, c'mon, she wears it awfully! The skank!" She promptly added.
Her not-so-spontaneous words were soon echoed by Maryse, though, who was sat behind them, checking her perfectly applied nail polish.
"I can't believe she's dating Edge." She sighed "Mon Dieu, what a waste!"
Kelly's blood boiled in her veins at the reminder, as she clenched her fists together.
"I wish it was me in this match."
x—x—x—x—x
"Look at Ashley! Oh I like this girl!" JBL exclaimed as the self proclaimed dirty diva countered one of Jillian's attacks with a backbreaker.
"And you know what's coming next now." Cole added as the punk quickly climbed the turnbuckle and pointed at the tattoo on her elbow, calling for her finisher.
"There she goes!!"
And so the Starstruck was delivered… and the 3 count secured.
"I guess that finally ends this heated rivalry. Ashley proved Jillian wrong, got some revenge-"
"-And finally silenced her!" JBL concluded.
"Yes, she definitely had the last laugh tonight."
And indeed it was so, as she walked back to the ramp, her arm still raised high in victory as she beamed at the fans.
She felt finally free of Jillian and all she had to go through in the last months because of her.
The attack from behind in the women's locker room, the surgery on the same previously hurt foot, the forced stop… now it was all finally over.
Little she knew that another rivalry had already started for her, though without her knowing.
x—x—x—x—x
A proud smile came across the Rated R superstar's face as he watched his girlfriend celebrating.
She had made it. And he had no doubts she could.
Now the next thing to face was that special talk show on Friday… or better, first he and Michelle had to reveal her what they found out about the attack.
And it surely wasn't something he looked forward to.
But, in meanwhile, a sigh escaped his lips as the ppv went to a commercial break. One way or another Matt's words echoed in his mind, giving him no peace.
Not that he usually gave much credit at what the older Hardy thought or said –actually he didn't give a shit about it- but this time it was like he had hit a nerve.
He had caused her only trouble. She was now isolated because of him.
If until three days before the whole roster greeted the punk princess with a smile and now they coldly looked at her and whispered with each other, well, it was all his fault.
They hated him, not her.
But now he had her contaminated and they were with all probabilities going to be the outcast couple of the blue roster.
And he couldn't help but feel awfully guilty for this.
He had to do something.
He wanted to do something.
But his thoughts where interrupted when the door burst open and the dirty diva appeared with a huge grin on her face.
"Here's your winner and still your girlfriend… ASHLEY!" She cheerfully announced, before slamming the door behind her and literally proceeded to launch herself on his lap.
"Hey…!" He welcomed her in his arms with a surprised/amused chuckle, drowning all his worries –at least for the moment- in the sweet scent of her hair as she hugged him.
"I made it!!" She proudly exclaimed as she pulled back, in a tone actually surprised.
"Hell yeah you did!" He confirmed with a grin "And you were awesome."
"Really?"
"Really." He smiled at her hopeful expression "I think that was your best match so far, actually."
"…And that's the world champ's opinion, wow!" She said sincerely impressed "Thanks baby."
"Just the truth."
"See? Having seduced the chap has its advantages." She giggled "A month and a few weeks ago you would have looked down at me with that annoying smirk of yours and teased me one way or another… probably with Maryse or someone else around you." She added with a roll of eyes.
He chuckled "Yeah, probably."
"You sucked." She playfully hit him on the chest.
"Jealous of the past, punkie?" He teased showing indeed that infamous smirk.
"I'm better than them anyway." She smirked back, capturing his lips in a kiss.
"…Gotta agree with you in that." He playfully rolled his eyes when they finally pulled apart.
"Told you so." She giggled "Buuut I can say that back at ya, babe. You're waaayyy a better kisser than Matt."
"At your service ma'am." He grinned, trying to hide a grimace at the mention of the hated name.
Something that she didn't fail to notice though.
"What's wrong?" She unsurely asked "I showed him earlier, right?"
"Sure you did," he faintly smiled caressing her cheek "but he came to see me before your match."
"Oww and what did he want?!" She snapped, anger on her features.
"Just bullshit." He cut it short.
"Screw him," she muttered "you punched him right in the face, right?" She hopefully asked.
"Nope, I refrained from" he laughed at her expression "but I won't next time."
"Good." She approved placing her arms around his neck "Maybe we could organize some kind of 2 on 1 match: we against him."
"I like the idea." He chuckled.
"Don't mind him though," she softly said snuggling against his neck "whatever he said, you don't have to listen to him. He doesn't know anything about you. About us."
"I know, don't worry." He gratefully said holding her closer.
"I love you, champ." She whispered in his ear –calming his worries down with this- and captured lips in what soon became a heated kiss.
…That was soon interrupted by a knock on the door.
He groaned in protest, prompting her to smile in amusement as she left his lap.
"Come in."
"Michelle!" The punk happily exclaimed and ran to hug her friend.
"Hey dirty diva, what a victory!" She cheerfully smiled back, congratulating her.
"Thanks, finally a friendly face!" She sighed in relief.
"I know, right?" The other blonde sighed, obviously referring to the others' reaction "it'll calm down, you'll see."
"Yeah, maybe…" She sighed but eventually smiled "so what brings you here?"
"Well…" she unsurely began, giving Adam a knowing look "someone wants to see you…"
Ashley looked slightly confused… only to turn her expression from that into disbelief and then anger when Cherry appeared from behind the all-American girl.
"What is she doing here?!"
Next chapter: Will Ashley give Cherry a chance to explain herself? And if yes, will she believe her? In meanwhile Adam finds a way to act over his worries and Kelly finds a new ally...
