Disclaimer: I do not own WWE. I only own the OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf.

"Damn, dude, I had chills just watching that match." Jack Edwards, one of George's older brothers and known as The Jackal throughout his career, said.

"Benoit is one heck of a wrestler." Daryl, the other brother, said as the phone was on speaker so George could hear both of them.

The man was backstage and in the locker room, nursing some of the bruises he sustained during his match with Chris. His forehead was bandaged, the blood had been wahsed off, and the doctors recommended that he take the next few weeks off to recover. Vince had agreed with them when they told him their opinion, and George didn't have it in him to argue as he felt like he could do with a few weeks off. But Vince promised that he'll have a storyline for him when he gets back.

"How's things going in ECW?" George asked, and heard a pair of sighs on the other end. "That bad, huh?"

"Yep. I'm gonna be honest, I want to leave." Jack admitted honestly. "We both want to. We've went to Paul and given him our notice. things are just... we're not happy, but we know it's not Paul's fault. He's doing what he can, as is everyone else in ECW. But we refuse to go down the same route as we did with WCW, and it's a good thing we did leave because that place is not the same as it was when we were there."

"Yeah, even Steve agrees." Daryl added. "But to his credit, the Stinger did say that if the ship goes down, he's going down with it. Can't imagine how you guys in WWF are doing without a big name like Stone Cold Steve Austin."

George scoffs. "Steve isn't our only big name. One of the top stars to see, yes, but we've kept the ship going without him this long. He'll be back soon, I've kept in contact with him and checked up on his rehab. Just as I did with Mark."

"Gotta admit, I love this new gimmick the Deadman is sporting." Daryl said. "While I'll miss the whole Lord of Darkness thing, it's a different time and gimmicks need to switch it up more."

"Mark said it's because he wants to hang with the others on the microphone." George said with a small chuckle then sighed. "I miss you guys. I do wish you'd give this place a shot."

"Well..." George perked up at Jack's trailing off, knowing he had something to say. "Daryl and I have been thinking and talking, and we agreed that we may approach WWF about getting a place with them. Hopefully have a meeting with the higher ups in the summer."

That made George happy, to hear that his brothers were attempting to join the same wrestling company that he was part of. He had wished that there would come a day where the three of them were in the ring together, whether it be as partners or opponents and it appears he may see both come to fruition one day but he knew that he had to be patient.

"That's good to hear." George said with a smile. "I mean, I love teaming with Mark and Glenn as part of the Brothers of Destruction, but we did often joke about being in the ring together as a team and Tag Team Champions."

"That we did." Daryl chuckled. "I gotta admit, from what I've been watching, the WWF product is looking great. Hopefully we'll be part of the company before the end of the year, or at least before WrestleMania 17."

"Either's good for me, but I do hope to see you guys here soon." George said.

"And we can finally meet the lovely and gorgeous Trish Stratus." Jack said teasingly, making George groan in annoyance. "Hey, your words."

"That doesn't mean you have to tease me about it." George growled.

"Our brother's got a crush, what do you want us to do? Not tease you? Not happening. Better us than our sister." Daryl said.

George went quiet at the mention of their sister before he shook it off. "Have you guys heard from mom and dad?" He asked quietly.

"Only mom." Jack said with a sigh. "Dad's still not happy with us choosing to be wrestlers. Mom understands and came around, knowing that it's our passion, our dream. She worries, and rightly so as she is our mother. She worries for you because you're the youngest."

George swallowed at that and looked away. He did recall his mother's tearful face the day he walked out of the house after an argument with his father went completely out of control. His father had never approved of his sons being wrestlers, deeming the thing dangerous and had even tried to use Owen Hart's death as a reason for them to give up before they ended up dying. George had argued with his father on the phone that day, and had not spoken to him since.

"Yeah." George said. "Listen guys, I gotta go. Rest my body after the match I had, then head back to the hotel."

"Alright." Jack said.

"You take care of yourself, you hear?" Daryl added, getting a chuckle from George.

"Sure." He nodded, even though they couldn't see it. After a few more exchanges, he said his goodbyes and hung up, putting his phone on the chair before pressing down on the ice pack he was using for his right shoulder.

He heard a knock on his locker room door and called for the person to come in. He looked up to see it was Trish. "Hey George." She smiled at him. "You okay?"

"Hurting, but I'll recover. I always do." George assured her.

Trish watched him for a moment as he sat there, hand placed over the ice pack. She then grabbed his hand and gently pulled him up. "Come on, you best get something to eat before we head back to the hotel. Neither of us have anything else to do, so I want you to eat and then go to the hotel, to your room and rest before you have to head home."

George almost rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile as his hand gripped Trish's and she squeezed back.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." George cursed, leaning his head against his hotel room door, then glanced at the ceiling. "Why God? Just... just why?"

He was locked out of his hotel room. He had stepped out and went down the hall to get some more ice, as his body was healing up and less hurting than it was earlier but he still felt some more ice will do. He had come back, went for his key only to remember that he left it in the room.

"Goddammit." George said, turning and looking up and down the hallway as he contemplated what to do next.

He heard a door open. "George?"

He turned and saw Trish poking her head out her hotel room, looking at him in bemusement.

"Uh, evening, Trish." George said, looking away with a slight blush as Trish stepped out, wearing a housecoat, but the reason for his blush was because she wore a grey crop top and short shorts that might as well be underwear, and it didn't help how it really showed off her amazing legs.

Trish raised a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you standing out here?"

"Uh... I, um..." George looked at his room door before sighing. "I went out to get some more ice and left my key in the room, and the door locks on its own."

Trish stared at him before she started snickering at that while George gave her an annoyed look for her reaction. "Only you."

"Hey, it could happen to anybody." George defended himself.

Trish rolled her eyes then jerked her head to her room. "Come on. You can sleep in my room and get a replacement key tomorrow morning." She saw him about to no doubt argue and narrowed her eyes. "Better that than sleeping out in the hall and someone takes a picture of you to post."

George paused at that, thinking, before he finally sighed. "Alright then. I hope you have a couch." He said as he followed her into her room and she closed the door.

"Sadly, I don't. Just a double bed." She said, walking past him and over to her bed while taking off her housecoat to drape over one of the chairs. George swallowed as his eyes trailed up and down her curvy figure, taking in her long, toned legs, the swell of her ample, perfect and rounded breasts that had to be a D-cup, the toned stomach. And her gorgeous blonde hair. He looked away before she could notice and be creeped out.

God, he really had it bad for her, didn't he?

It was something he had started to realize the more they spent time together. His time off between Backlash and Judgment Day had helped them build their friendship and their bond but things seem to have changed. Trish was a beautiful woman, and a good friend. But was he willing to think of her in that way? Did she feel the same?

Hesitantly, he sat down on the side of the bed that was not occupied but didn't get under the covers like Trish did. He glanced at the TV and raised an eyebrow upon seeing her watching Jurassic Park and gave her a smirk.

Trish saw it and rolled her eyes, smacking his chest. "You know I love that movie."

"I didn't say anything, I love it as well. Just didn't expect you to be watching it." George said, hands raised in surrender.

"There was nothing else on but shit programs." Trish huffed. She watched as George leaned back and got comfortable to watch the movie with her, and her eyes took him in. He was dressed in a black tanktop and knee-length black shorts. Her eyes traced over the muscles in his arms and she had to force her eyes away from continuing to drink the view in.

'Fuck, I have it bad for him.' Trish sighed.

The sexual tension was just building more and more, but the two tried to keep their minds off it by watching the movie, laughing at some of the funny moments.

But at some point, as the film's credits started to roll, they glanced at each other and their eyes locked. And whatever occurred when that happened, it made things just snap.

Trish slammed her lips against George's and he pulled her onto his lap, kissing her back. Their kiss turned fierce and passionate as their hands roamed and caressed the other's body, and George boldly cupped Trish's ass cheeks in his hand, earning a muffled moan from the blonde. Their kiss continued as they started to remove the others' clothes, only stopping when their tops had to be removed.

Trish leaned back and shimmied out of her shorts which were then tossed over her shoulder, leaving her in a black bra and panties. George pulled her close and started kissing down her neck as he unclipped her bra and threw it to the side.

George played with and groped Trish's breasts for a bit, eliciting sweet moans from the beautiful blonde. George worked his magic on her for several minutes before moving downward and slowing removing her panties.

George kissed his way up her leg, building her anticipation as he moved his mouth closer to her cunt. Finally, he reached his prize, inserting his tongue in her pussy and licking it.

"Oh, George," Trish moaned, her voice filled with lust. She put her hand on his hand, urging him further onward with a buck of her hips, almost trying to hump his face, as with every skillful lick, he was rewarded with a moan from Trish bringing her closer to climax.

After 5 minutes of him licking her cunt, Trish was ready for her climax. "Oh god. I'm cumming!" She moaned as she came all over his. He eager licked up her love juices until she finished her organism.

George pulled his head up, savoring her taste, "Mm, it like nectar." He said. As she lay on her back, leg spread wide, George positioned himself over her, the length on his cock rubbing against her outer folds, teasing her.

"Stop teasing me already, George," Trish moaned. "Please."

"I'll start out slow." He whispered

Smiling lightly, Trish nodded in appreciation, before her face scrunched up as George began to bury himself into her.

George smiled down at Trish as he completely sheathed himself inside of her, before he French-kissed her, as she grabbed onto his shoulders, paralyzed by the pleasure of his cock being buried in her cunt. "F-Fuck... you're so big." She whispered with a gasp.

"You're so tight, Trish." Groaning, George kissed Trish again, lustfully, and began to pay attention to her breasts again.

After a minute of George staying motionless and kissing Trish, the woman finally bucked her hips against his, showing she was ready. "Fuck me." Trish smiled.

George pulled out only until the tip was in and with a hard grunt, plunged his cock back into Trish. The sudden hard thump made Trish moan loudly, her mind losing focus.

Bracing himself on his fists, George began to hammer away into Trish, as he lost himself in her tight walls "Fuck." George hissed, as he suddenly turned Trish onto her stomach and laid atop of her, as he continued to pound away, as a moaning Trish turned to kiss him, as the headboard began to slam into the wall, as they both lost themselves in their pleasure...

Bet you weren't expecting that.