______________________________________________________
May 2008
He stood there with a sly grin on his face. This was all just too ridiculous, and he wondered how all these people had been so stupid as to buy the facade all these months.
"And do you, Edge, take Vickie as your lawfully-wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part, for as long as you both shall live?"
The tall blond man fixed his facial features so that they were now neutral. Chavo Guerrero, his Best Man, nudged him and whispered something as he handed him the ring. He accepted it and opened his mouth to respond.
"No... He doesn't," a heavily-accented female voice suddenly spoke. The three words resounded throughout the arena and were chased by laughter as the diva languidly approached the ring. It seemed too easy a feat in the spike heels she wore.
Edge noticed Vickie Guerrero's face suddenly display an expression of shock, followed by anger. The matronly SmackDown General Manager glanced from her to her fiance in a hurry, questioning him with her eyes before doing so verbally. He could very easily read her lips: "Honey? What the hell is going on here?"
Edge ignored the woman in the wheelchair as the gorgeous, statuesque diva made her way into the ring, which had been set up as a makeshift chapel.
Maryse gave him a super-winning smile. She looked possibly hotter than he'd ever seen, in her vinyl black halter top and matching booty shorts, her long platinum blonde hair loose and flowing. And Edge could suddenly not take his eyes off of her. He just wanted to grab her, have her wrap those long, sexy legs of hers around him, and ravage her. She sure brought out the beast in him, unlike any woman since Lita.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Vickie demanded, this time speaking loud and clear into the microphone attached to her dress. She didn't like this one bit. She glanced at her nephew Chavo, who appeared equally surprised but not really angry. From there, she looked over at Curt Hawkins and Zack Ryder. Edge's two right-hand men looked surprised, but in a pleasant manner as they high-fived one another. Finally, she glanced up and over her shoulder at Teddy Long, who actually looked somewhat disgusted.
Maryse grabbed hold of the mic that had been situated before Edge, bending over to her and flaunting her generous cleavage as she spoke.
"Guess what? 'Vickiekins?'" the woman snarled, using a term of endearment the blond man had dubbed her with many months earlier. "Wedding's over!" With that, the French-Canadian diva swung back her arm and slapped the General Manager hard across the face.
Vickie's hand instantly flew up to her cheek, and she gasped as she stared up at Edge. He was merely standing there with a grin on his face... And then, he started to laugh. It was cold, callous and cruel to her ears.
The priest stood there behind the podium with his jaw dropped, mouth wide open with shock. He had no idea of what to do, as the situation had gotten far, far out of hand.
Edge took the microphone from Maryse's dainty hand, exchanging glances with her for a beat. The diva draped an arm around him as he faced Vickie.
He knelt down to her level, coming eye-to-eye with the woman, barely able to contain his glee as he spoke.
"I think the lovely Maryse has already answered your question, Vickie... The wedding is off." He boomed with laughter as he looked her up and down with disgust. "Did you honestly think I was ever in love with you? That someone like you could ever be enough for someone like me?"
By now, the GM was openly crying and not doing anything to attempt to hide that fact. Vickie had her hands up to her face, and she was nearly shaking as his words continued to cut cruelly through her.
"Don't you get it? I never loved you - never! I only used you to get back my World Heavyweight Championship!" the Rated R Superstar spat, his face gone angry. "And you actually thought I would go from Lita to you?" He laughed. "Talk about lowering my standards, huh?" More laughter followed. "Negative, Vickie! You make me sick! Are you so fat and lazy, you insist on sitting in that chair when you can walk and even run?" He shook his head. "You're pathetic... I can't even stand to look at you."
Edge finally turned away from the weeping woman and focused on the blonde at his right. He winked at the smiling diva, then let out a soft growl as he embraced her.
As her now ex-fiance and Maryse kissed and groped one another heavily right before her eyes, Vickie couldn't take
it anymore. Turning her head away, she bolted up from the wheelchair and raced up the ramp. She sobbed as she ran
to the backstage area, never once turning back to see the spectacle in the middle of the ring.