A/N: Inspiration comes from sitting next to the window at my grandma's house while playing (as Edge) SmackDown vs. RAW. It seemed appropriate.

Rated-R Era
Chapter 2

It's cold, autumn nights like these that remind me of why I'm a wrestling fan.

They remind me of the gray days I spent in my home country of Canada. They remind me of all I've been through while trying to make it to the big time. It's even better when it's just a gray evening with no snow, nothing to blanket the earth and the trees are bare. The world is at its core and you can see everything.

You might find it crazy, but I think that the colder times of the year are the best times to be a wrestling fan. Let me explain. It's cold outside, and the electric atmosphere of a wrestling event instantly jolts you up. Being a performer, it's amazing entering an arena from the cold, wintry outside and meandering around the drafty corridors. And then you hit that entrance ramp and BAM!

Your soul is on fire.

I think that the fans who are blessed enough to see live wrestling events in the winter are the luckiest. I appreciate the fact that they'll wait for hours in the blistering cold and snow just to see us. It's like Christmas, at least to me. It's like leaving a blizzard for the warm and comfort of a fireplace in a cabin.

But then there's another side to all of this. For one perfect moment, you're warm and content. But then...Then your best friend comes and stabs an icy knife in your back.

I'm sure you'd like to know about the girl in question who has stolen the heart of the Rated-R Superstar, but it is a name that you wouldn't know. She and I remain good friends to this day. All bad things blow over in the end, even though happy endings may not always be there.

Her name is Katrina. She worked as a production assistant for the WWE, and that's how we met. She started on SmackDown, and I was on that roster at the time. I believe she was twenty-five at the time, and I was thirty-five. A ten year age difference at that age doesn't seem like much, at least not to me. At first, Katrina told me I was too old for her. I suppose I could see now where she was coming from. I remember being that age, and I was in no way ready for a relationship with a thirty-five year old woman.

Please, do not throw the Vickie Guerrero storyline in my face. That's happened enough to me, and it's not as big of a deal as some people have made it out to be.

Going back to the whole winter thing, the seasons are like how my friendship with Chris Jericho has played out. Spring was his return. Summer, we were inseparable. Fall, everything crashed. Winter, we don't speak anymore.

I'm not going to lie, I do miss Chris dearly. But the thing is, we're so bitter about all of this. I'm sure that one day he'll read this and find out my true feelings on the matter, and it will be like we were never apart.

But sometimes, things aren't that simple.