I ran down the RAW ramp, metal chair in hand. This wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it had to be done.
I slid into the ring, wielding the metal chair. Randy Orton and Ken Kennedy were attacking Jeff Hardy.
I slid into the ring, and Randy Orton takes off out of the ring, and I swing the chair towards Kennedy, who drops like a sack of potatoes.
Randy, who was on the outside, looks pissed, but did nothing to get into the ring.
With a sour look on his face, Kennedy rolls out of the ring. I drop my chair and bend down close to Jeff, who is my good friend.
I knew he was probably going to chew me out for this, but I didn't care.
"What…what are you doing out here?" He asks as I help him to his feet. He looks sore, but that was about it.
"Come on, let's get out of here." I said, grabbing Jeff's arm and tugging him towards the ramp.
He follows me, and my music, "Cyclone," by T-Pain and Baby Bash begins to play. He follows me, and we walk in almost silence to his dressing room
"You shouldn't have done that, Kendra," Jeff scolds as soon as I think he's not going to say anything.
"But-" I began to retort.
"But nothing," He says quickly, "You could have gotten hurt."
"You would have gotten hurt worse," I said, "If I hadn't come out there."
"Shawn would have come out there," And then he adds to himself, and thinks I can't hear it in a dark tone, "Eventually."
"I'm not afraid of them, Jeff," I declared truthfully.
"Yeah, Kendra, but I'm afraid of what they would do to you," He argues, "Those guys are assholes. They aren't afraid to hit a woman."
I say nothing, and he says, "Next time you do it, I'll kick your ass, got it?"
"Yeah," I said with a slight laugh, "Alright."
Shawn Michaels jogged up to us and looked immediately at me, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I said , "I didn't get touched. I'm fine."
"Good," He says, then turns to Jeff, "What about you?"
"I'm fine, thanks," He said with a meek smile.
"Well," He said, "McMahon just told me that you and I have a match together and we don't have any time to get ready."
"Me?" I ask.
"Yeah, you," He answers patiently.
"Against who?" I asked.
"I don't know," Shawn explained, "He wouldn't tell me."
"Alright, I'm coming," I said, then turned to Jeff, "I'll talk to you later."
I hugged my best guy friend, and he said, "Alright. Good luck."
I was walking in silence with Shawn.
Don't let it be Beth. Don't let it be Beth. God, please, don't make me fight Beth Phoenix.
Flashback
My head pounded insanely, and I sit up and look around. I'm in the hospital after an epic match with Beth Phoenix. And my memory stops there. What happened in the match? Who won? Around me are my best friends, Ashley Massaro and Jeff Hardy.
"Who…who won?" I asked groggily, "Who won the match?"
"You did, hun," Ashley says, smiling at me.
"Then…why am I in the hospital?" I ask, confused.
"Lay back down, Kendra," Jeff orders, pushing my shoulders into laying position. I don't object, knowing I'm not going to win this fight.
"You kicked the wholey hell out of each other," Jeff explains, "But you did the Swanton Bomb-"
"I did?" I asked, confused, "Why?"
"Because Jeff told you to. You two just beat the living shit out each other tonight, Kendra," Ashley says with a laugh, "I knew you would, but you came out on top, Kendra. You beat you fair and square."
"Then why am I in the hospital?"
"Blood loss," Jeff explains, frowning.
"What?" I ask. "Where"
I feel around, and I have stitches on my forehead. I count them; there are seven, but underneath my arm, there seem to be five times that. I would find out later, there were twenty two
End flashback
I had a three inch scar from that epic steel cage match. I had to admit it; I was afraid of fighting her again. I wasn't afraid of her but the thought of being hospitalized again.
"Kendra" Comes Shawn's voice, "Come on"
His music pumps, and I follow him out there. I wasn't at all offended at having to do that. In fact, I was honored.
We go down to the ring, waiting for our opponents in the intergender tag match
"And introducing their opponents…MVP and Kelly-Kelly!!!"