Hanging on the Edge

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I was so happy! I got the acceptance of the divas. Natty was overwhelmed too. I didn't know we would be getting that much energy but we did. They loved Natty's childish behaviour, they loved my expression in the ring and both loved our in ring work. I never knew, wow!

Me and Nat went in our locker room. Passing a couple divas on the way, but not much to talk. We went in our locker room. Nat sat down on a seat. I went on the bench and laid my head on her lap. "We did it." I looked up at her with a cocky smirk. "We sure as hell did." Her face soften a little and she started playing with my hair. "How is it going for you and Edge," curious much? "Well it's been going great! He never talks, he looks like he wants to kill me and is always pissed off! I couldn't ask for a better person to manage!" Sarcasm was screaming in my voice. "So, pretty bad I see?" I nodded my head. He was a pretty harsh man. I don't know what to do I really don't.

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July 18th 1998
I am not and probably never will like being his valet. But I was never told I didn't have to do it. I went to mr. McMahon's office. I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. "Come in!" Here goes nothing! I entered as and mr. McMahon's face light up. "Well this is a surprise, sit down." I sat down and took another deep breath. "Mr.McMahon, did you place me as Edge's valet?" He looked at me a little surprised, "not it was completely Edge's choice." "Yeah, but why do I have to do this can I please just stop." He sighed but looked like he thought of an idea. Oh no. What was he thinking? "How about, manage him for a couple more matches and then we will see about that. You know I gave Edge a valet for a reason?" I looked up at him and gave him a questioning look. "Just someone to watch his back, somebody that angry could lead to bad things," but isn't that what you want? It's wrestling company for gods sake! "so I'm his babysitter?" He was amused by my answer. "In a way, yes. Just watch his back and make sure he doesn't go too harsh on his opponents. When that bell goes, couple kicks, okay. Full on brawl, keep him under control. Okay?" "Okay." I sat up in my chair and got out of his office. And took that long walk to Edge's locker room.

I opened the door again "Edge?" It was dark and quiet. Well this is charming, I though to myself. I can't wait for those couple matches to happen so I can ditch his ass. I walked in the dark lighted room, I noticed it was once again cold. Those he ever take a break? I looked around, I didn't see him. I was going to get out of the room until the door closed on me. It locked itself shut, I panicked. What! No! How? Help me! I quickly turned around to see Edge siting on the bench, head down and once again looking in deep thought. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run or hide, anything. He appeared there out of nowhere.

I tried to calm down. Thinking of other things out of this current situation. He didn't seem to realize I was there. I was too busy being confused over the current situation for anybody to notice me.

"Son of a gun, Edge. What the hell is you're problem?" He didn't even look up to answer. "How about, you're problem?" What are you talking about? You're the one appearing out of nowhere! What the hell! I gritted my teeth, I was tiered of being treated like a clueless idiot because this brat thought he was above everyone.

Just like he was reading my thoughts, his eyes shot up in my direction. Blue eyes piercing through mine. If looks could kill I would be dead. He got up, slowly walked towards me. Like a predator stalking its prey, every step he toke made my heart jump faster. "Let's get a couple things clear," I was backing away from him until I hit a table. Damn it! There was nowhere to go now. "I am the wrestler you are the valet," he spat at me while my back was pushed on the table and he put both his hands on either side of my head. Well, shit! I'm screwed. "You don't ask me what my problem is," "so?" I didn't know where that bravery came from. "I remind you I am the dominant one here. I could take you down so easily," his left hand came up to my cheek and brushed out some hair.

"So vulnerable."

That was enough to get me to try and get out of his grip but he used his right arm to hold me down with his hand still on my cheek. "Impatient," I felt nails on my temple. "Innocent," What does he mean? His nails slid down to my cheek. "Lovely," he flicked my chin up to him. "Companionate." He stopped moving his nails on my lips, replacing the nail with his finger and rubbing it lightly. Get me the hell out of here!

His hold released on my witch I quickly shuffled out of. His head went up to look at me. "That's why I picked you to be my valet." He toke a break to think and stères again. "In the women's division you are one of their best competitors and from what I see with you are one of the bravest. However in the men's division, they could easily take pity on you. Fall head over heels." "What's the point of this?" I was getting really annoyed with him. He put his shades over his eyes. "Making sure you understand why you're here." I wanted to yell at him and punch him I the neck. He is a big freaking pain in my ass. What in fifty shades of hell is he planning to do with me?!
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That night my head was so light I could barely remember anything. Hell, bring in the ring was overwhelming. I was so tired.

It took all my energy to concentrate on the match. Edge was going against Pierre and holy shit was that a tiring match. Thank goodness my first language was French. Yes we learn French in Manitoba too. At some point in the match, which was probably the only thing I could remember was when he rolled out of the ring and started hitting Edge. Well, this is where I come in, yippee! I thought to myself. Just get this match over with!

"Hey toi enlève tes pattes de lui! Ta mère ta appris des manières? Laisse le tranquille, câline!"

Pierre looked up from Edge, with a light smile on his face. He leaned his weight on one hip. "Va ten shier." Dirty don of a gun! Why didn't I think of that!? He started laughing. But Edge would not want me to make him lose his match so I didn't hit him.

Edge really did look like he was going to lose. I couldn't think of anything to do. Pierre whipped him in the corner and started hitting Edge. But Edge with all the anger that built up, Pierre was hitting Edge but he just became more angry by every hit. He was attacking Pierre and quickly won the match.

I slid on the ring but didn't get to Edge. I went over to Pierre, shaking his body, hoping for him to respond. Out of the little time I've been here he has been so nice to me. I felt bad for him. "Pierre, est ce que sa va aller?" I asked him he nodded his head, good he was okay.

I felt Edge grab my arm and pull me up. I quickly turned around, he was mad. I couldn't tell If it was me or Pierre that he was mad at "I was just asking him if he was alright!" He toke a step forward, "Edge, I was just looking out for him, okay?" He seemed a little tired, thank god for that. I thought he was gonna do something else But in an instant he was back in the crowd leaving me Behind.

Good. I need time to myself and Nat. 3 more matches Lex, 3 more.