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{Chapter 1}
“You ready to go, chica,” Victoria called into the bathroom. They were in Vegas for the weekend where Victoria’s bachelorette party and Rampage’s bachelor parties were being held.
Angela came out of the bathroom tying the straps of her emerald green halter top. She smoothed it out and fixed the belt on her black jeans. Her honey blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, the ends curled. She fixed her hoop earrings and smiled at Victoria. “I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s get our drink on!”
Victoria chuckled. “We are gonna get so damn wasted tonight,” she giggled. “This is gonna kick so much ass!”
~*~*~*~
“Ready to partay,” Edge asked Jason Rampage.
“Do you have to be such a dork,” Rampage asked pulling his hair back into a ponytail.
“Excuse me,” Edge grunted. “We’re not all so lucky to have a hot fiancé. Am I right, Kane?” The larger man just glared at him and shook his head. “Oh…right, you have Angie.” He sighed. “So, I guess I’m the loser.”
“You said it not me,” Kane muttered as he downed the rest of his beer. “Kid, you done primping? I need another beer and they're too damn expensive from the mini bar.”
“Calm your damn nerves, Red,” Rampage said. “I gotta look good for my bachelor party.”
“Right,” Edge agreed. “It’s his last night of freedom.”
“You ask me Victoria’s doin’ him a favor,” Kane replied before stalking out of the hotel suite.
“Yeah…well…no one asked you,” Rampage called as he and Edge followed the larger man to the elevator.
~*~*~*~
“I can not believe you managed to get Trish and Lita to come to my party,” Victoria said smiling at her friends in the crowded limo. Besides Angela, Victoria, Trish and Lita the limo held Maria, Candice, Layla, Torrie, Melina and Kelly Kelly.
“How could we not come to your bachelorette party,” Trish asked.
“Yeah, you’re getting married tomorrow, Vic,” Lita said smiling.
Just then Melina popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. “A bit of bubbly, ladies,” she asked pouring herself a glass.
“Hell yeah,” Victoria giggled. All the ladies got some champagne.
“I propose a toast,” Angela said holding up her glass. The other ladies did the same. “To Victoria and Jason. May they have a lifetime of love and happiness.”
“And mind blowing sex,” Layla added making every giggle.
“Who couldn't use that,” Maria giggled.
“Cheers,” everyone said clinking glasses.
They had just finished downing their champagne when the limo pulled up outside the club. All the ladies slid out and headed into the club. Angela had pulled some strings and managed to rent out the club for the night.
“Bring on the strippers,” Kelly giggled. “I got my money!”
“Kelly,” Torrie scolded. “The strippers come later!”
“Yeah, don’t you know anything,” Maria giggled.
“And they call you the dumb one,” Candice chuckled.
~*~*~*~
“This is your idea of a party,” Kane demanded when he stepped into the strip club Edge had booked.
“Come on, Big Red, loosen up a little,” Edge replied. “Ya got booze, broads and boobs. What more could a guy ask for?”
“At least Jason’s having fun,” Kane grumbled taking a seat at the bar and ordering a beer.
“Do you need help removing that stick up your ass,” Edge asked ordering himself a drink.
“Edge, need I remind how severely I can hurt you if I want to,” Kane asked picking up his beer and taking a long sip.
“Point taken,” Edge said grabbing his drink. “Try to have some fun, Kane. I know you don’t like being away from Angie, but I can guarantee you that the girls are living it up tonight.” With that he headed over to where Cena was getting a lap dance.
Kane sighed. “She sure as hell better not be having THIS kind of fun,” he grumbled downing the rest of his beer and ordering another.
~*~*~*~
The ladies were well into the party and most were feeling no pain. Angela and Victoria were up on a table in the club dancing back to back. It was almost two in the morning and the night was still young for them.
The strippers were now sandwiched between Melina, Kelly, Candice and Maria. Trish and Lita were dancing together, whispering and giggling now and then. Torrie and Layla were bopping to the music and chatting.
After a while Angela started to feel a little dizzy and sick. She excused herself and headed toward the ladies room. Once inside she splashed some cold water on her face. The feeling was not going away and she began to worry that she would need to leave the party early.
With a sigh she tried her best to shake the feeling and headed out of the bathroom. She got two steps outside the door and suddenly the room began to spin. It dawned on her then that someone had slipped something into one of her drinks. She could feel the floor rushing up to meet her moments before she blacked out completely.
Before Angela could hit the floor someone stepped out of the shadows and caught her. He lifted her into his arms with ease. “Soon, Angie, soon you’ll be all mine,” he said caressing her cheek. With that he carried her out of the club and disappeared into the night with her.
~*~*~*~
“Has anyone seen, Angie,” Victoria asked the next morning. The women had crashed in Victoria’s suite when they returned around four in the morning.
“Isn’t she in her room,” Layla asked, her head pounding.
“No,” Victoria replied frowning. She went to the phone and dialed Kane’s room. “Kane, is Angie with you?” She listened and her frown deepened. “No, I’m sure she’s all right. Try not to worry.” With that she hung up.
“Well,” Maria asked.
“She’s not with Kane either,” Victoria said and began wringing her hands. “Where could she be? I can’t have my wedding without the maid of honor.”
“Don’t worry,” Candice said slipping on her shoes. “We’ll find her.” She took Trish, Lita and Maria with her.
~*~*~*~
Groaning Angela rolled over in bed and slung her arm over her eyes. The bright morning sun was shining in through the sheer curtains in the hotel room making it hard to get back to sleep. Her head felt as if an entire percussion band had set up permanent residence there.
She rolled onto her side, burying her head under the pillow. Her stomach gave a lurch at the sudden movement and she dashed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. She made it to the toilet just in time, emptying the contents of her stomach. With a groan she rested her head against her hand on the rim of the toilet.
It was then that she felt something cool and smooth against her skin and it wasn’t the porcelain of the toilet. Pulling her head away she gazed down at her left hand and gasped. On her ring finger was a gold band with diamond chips embedded in it.
“Oh God, why,” she groaned. She sat back with her back against the door, pulling her knees up to her chest. The tile was cool against her bare thigh. Looking down at herself she realized that she was clad in a flimsy pink silk nightgown that barely covered anything. “How did this happen?”
Angela racked her brain to remember what had happened the night before. She had been in charge of getting Victoria to the bachelorette party. She remembered arriving at the party and having a few drinks, but after that everything was black.
Somehow she had gotten so drunk that she had gotten married, but couldn’t remember any of it happening. She wondered if Kane was as smashed as she had been. Not the way she had planned for her wedding to go. Getting to her feet and steadying herself as the room began to spin she caught sight of her purse sitting on the counter by the sink. A slip of haphazardly folded paper was sticking out of it.
Snatching the paper she unfolded it and waited for her eyes to focus enough for her to read it. It was a marriage license. The names on the paper made her feel ill all over again.
“No, this can’t be,” she gasped, grasping the doorknob and throwing the bathroom door open.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Randy Orton said as he sat up in bed, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. “Did you sleep well?”
