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Edge laughed along with Maryse as he carried her to the back. Both of them were reveling in their deliciously devious actions.
The Rated R Superstar couldn't have been more happy with how their plan had gone. Maryse had been absolutely perfect in both her timing and with the outfit she had chosen specifically for the occasion. Then again, he thought, when doesn't she look perfect?
The statuesque platinum blonde let out a throaty laugh that was part-giggle as he set her down on her feet. The pair walked through the hallway hand-in-hand, ignoring the stares of their fellow superstars who had opted to come over and watch them. Just about the one person they paid heed to was MVP, who stood just outside his locker room, clapping and cheering.
On the other hand, Matt Hardy, who'd for over three years been Edge's most hated enemy, shook his head.
"I always knew you were feces, Edge," he muttered.
All his remark earned was a casual glance by Maryse, who then leaned closer to whisper into her boyfriend's ear. Edge met her eyes with merriment and laughter, nodding in agreement with whatever she'd said.
The newly revealed couple continued their way through the hall until they suddenly stopped. The former World Heavyweight Champion pulled the tall blonde against him, and the two made out like hungry animals yet again. Edge even emitted a slightly muffled growl as he devoured his girlfriend's full lips.
"Jeez... Get a room!"
Although Maryse seemed to completely ignore the exclamation, Edge tensed and pulled away from her. With the adoring, gorgeous blonde still in his arms, he found the source of the comment and scowled.
"What's the matter, Punk? Jealous?"
CM Punk snickered at that. The so-called Rated R Superstar was truly pathetic.
"Of you?" He smirked at the blond man. "Keep dreaming, Edge." He held the little blonde at his side even closer, his hand on her hip.
Edge delivered a smirk of his own and held Maryse even more closely against him. His face was partially against her hair as he switched his focus to Ashley.
"And you - newsflash! You're not Lita! That woman was one of a kind... Too bad you're just a dime-a-dozen little skank!" He boomed with laughter, and the French-Canadian diva joined in with her giggles. They casually walked away, leaving the other couple alone.
"You bastard..." Punk muttered between clenched teeth. He had instantly seen how the man's comment had affected Ashley. Her jaw had dropped, then she'd raised a hand to her face. He knew she was hurt by what he'd said. He wanted to just run right after Edge and beat the holy hell out of him... But he wasn't going to do that now - not when he needed to comfort his girlfriend.
"Hey." He turned back to the blonde, holding her against him and stroking her short, shaggy hair.
"Wh-what a jerk!" she cried.
Punk pulled back just enough to gaze down into her blue orbs. He was actually surprised she wasn't crying - though he knew she was close to doing so.
"Shh..." he soothed, gently brushing the hair from her eyes. "... He's just trying to piss us off. You know what he said isn't true, Ash."
The blonde raised her gaze to her boyfriend's warm brown eyes and nodded.
"Yeah, I know," she murmured. Still, what Edge had said truly hurt her. Normally, she wouldn't give a crap about anything that man would say - but comparing her to Lita was really upsetting. She had been dealing with such from some of the fans ever since she'd entered the WWE nearly three years earlier.
"I'll show him," Punk said softly in spite of his anger towards the blond man. "I'll challenge him to a match and knock him senseless."
Despite his words, a tiny smile came to Ashley's face. She knew her boyfriend was defending her honor in this, and it made her feel good, like a lady. She tightened her arms around him.
"You're doing this for me, aren't you?"
Punk closed his eyes as he deeply inhaled the sweet fragrance of the blonde diva's hair. Strawberries and cream - it was unmistakable. He nodded as he rubbed his cheek against her streaked tresses.
"Damn straight, I am," he whispered before kissing her lips.
Ashley managed a small smile as she responded, kissing him back. He was so good to her, so kind and sweet and chivalrous. She couldn't imagine being with anyone else at that moment.
Little did she know, that was exactly what was in store for her soon enough.