Disclaimer: …………is this trip really necessary?

A/N: This is my idea I got from watching a match on TV a little while ago while surfing the net. This pairing came from the extreme lack of fics for this diva and the possibility of the two getting together. So you don't like, don't read, mmmmkay?

Prologue Jazz's POV

I never thought this day would come. I used to think about this when I was little girl. I never thought it would end up this way. I never thought this would happen. And certainly not with him. I didn't think he would ask me the time, let alone a date and much later, my hand in marriage.

As I stand in the mirror looking over my white dress, this all feels like a dream. It's like some fantasy I left behind to become a wrestling diva. This is all so unbelievable. I think I'll wake up at some time and no one will be there. He won't be there. It's unnerving, but I just pray that I never wake up if this is a dream.

" Hey girl," Trish pops her head into my room. Her bridesmaid dress is off-white and she's carrying white roses in one hand. " Are you ready for this?"

I shake my head and suddenly don't want to go out there. I'm afraid that if I move, then I'll ruin this moment. That everything will fade away and I'll be all-alone again. Alone in my world where only two things are important: becoming the strongest, and punishing myself when I'm weak.  

Shyly, I pull my sleeve down to hide the faded scars on my arm. They are what started it all so I guess I should be somewhat thankful for them. But still, he made me promise to never do it again. He worried over me. He called to make sure I was okay. He cared.

" C'mon. You've been waiting for this forever. Don't chicken out now."

Her voice startles me out of my thoughts. I had forgotten she was there in the first place.

" I'm not a chicken." I say.

" Then come on. Everyone's waiting on you. You look beautiful if that's what you're worried about. And you already know he thinks you're beautiful." She says.

" Does my dress look okay? Do you think he'll like it?" I ask; my doubt surprises me.

" Gurl, he wouldn't care if you came down the isle in a thong and sports bra. In fact, he probably suggested it." She said tapping her finger to her lip.

" He did actually." I say thoughtfully.

" Sick little boy. I'll pray you put up with him long enough to have kids." She said.

I blush at her comment. Us having kids? Well, we discussed it. He seemed to love the idea. Nothing ever bothered that guy. Well, I guess that's how he became the way he was. And the way I came to love him. And he came to love me.

" That is if you ever get down the isle." Trish sighs." If you don't come on, he's gonna think you are not interested."

" Oh God, if he pulls that pout………." I trail.  

" Then COME ON! Hurry up!" She says pulling me out of the room.

Nothing happened so I guessed that this was real. I was going to marry the man of my dreams. As we walked to the door, I peeked out. He looked so nervous and it was so cute. He fidgeted and pulled on his collar. It seemed his eyes wandered over to the door every once and a while. Huh, I knew the feeling. Something so exciting and new that would change your life forever. It's a little overwhelming. I can see his brother has to keep a hold on him to keep him from bolting out the door.

My other bridesmaid is on the other side. Lita was quick to agree. She was so happy that we found each other. A big smile was on her face right now as she caught sight of me peeking out. She motioned for me to come on out. I glance behind me and Trish is gone. I look out again and she's there. She is standing next to Lita. She gives me this 'If-I-have-to-come-get-you' look and I decide it's now or never.

Whoo. That was easier than I thought. Now that we're standing together though, it's even scarier. We're both shaking. His hand is sweaty and I can tell he's just as afraid as I am. He shoots me a nervous smile; looking as cute as ever. I return it. Then we turn to hear the preacher speak.

" We are gathered here, in the sight of God and these to unite in holy matrimony, Carlene and Jeff."

That's right. I, Carlene Moore, Jazz, is going to get married to the high-flying, daredevil, Jeffery Nero Hardy. I remember exactly how it happened……………….