It was the following Sunday Night Heat and Christian and I were booked to face Stevie Richards and Victoria in a mixed tag team match. I began to psych myself up in the locker room. Victoria was one nasty chick and I really didn't want to get hurt tonight, I just had to hope that Christian would protect me from any injury. I heard a sudden knock at the door that broke me out of my thoughts and I allowed entry.
"Hey babe you ready for tonight?" It was Christian and he was evidently pumped.
"Sure let's head out."
I followed him out of the locker room, through the corridor backstage and then out into the arena. We both walked down the ramp and into the ring to Christian & Edge's theme music. I sat up onto the top turnbuckle comfortably and waited for our opponents. Not long after our arrival, Victoria and Stevie Richards came running down the ramp, sliding into the ring and literally threw themselves at us. Victoria pulled on my hair and dug her nails into my scalp. I screamed and flailed at her furiously until the referee pulled her off and started the match normally. What a cowardly attack!
The boys started in the ring and played a test of strength game before beating the crap out of each other. I looked over towards Victoria and saw a hungry look on her face and I could tell she wanted to slaughter me. We had both been in a personal feud for a few weeks just because she was jealous of me, she was nothing but a bitch! I was looking forward to getting my hands on her tonight.
The match went on for about 5 minutes normally and more importantly, legally. There had been two tags, I was legal once and then tagged Christian back in. I finally dealt a few blows to that witch and returned to my post satisfied; now it was up to Christian to win. All went smoothly for another 2 minutes, that was until Richards slid out of the ring and grabbed a steel chair. Victoria distracted the ref long enough for Richards to whack poor Christian over the head with the chair. He threw it out and went for the pin.
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They had won. Cheaters! Both of them! I jumped in to check if Christian was ok but Richards came at him again with another chair. I quickly rolled out of the way and watched in horror. He hit him about 3 times before Christian crawled out of the ring and started to run away. I screamed after him not knowing why he had just left me behind. My heart stopped when Stevie Richards and Victoria turned around to face me. Oh shit. I was dead. They took 2 slow paces towards me but then a familiar theme song began to play and out of nowhere came the extreme Jeff Hardy, steel chair in hand and swung the weapon at Richards and Victoria. They ducked the attack and proceeded to run up the ramp and into the safety of the backstage area.
I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at my hero standing before me. My joy turned to fear when Jeff turned around and stared at me with rage in his eyes. My heart stopped once again as I anticipated his next action. Jeff Hardy was spontaneous and I had no idea what he was about to do. I eyed him up and down; he had blue/green hair with green body paint all over his face and arm. It was weird but damn he looked good, it oddly suited his look.
I broke out of my trance when he dropped the chair and began to walk towards me. I freaked out and fell flat on my ass. I crawled backwards into the turnbuckle and shook my head at him to signal not to hurt me. I had nowhere to go, he had me and my heart was racing. I began to pant and felt sweat drip from my forehead; I hadn't felt so frightened in my life. Jeff Hardy was an enigma and I had no idea what he was truly capable of.
Jeff lifted his hand up into the air and clenched his fist. I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes, turned my head to the side and braced myself for his deadly strike.
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Seconds felt like minutes and no punch. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Jeff Hardy standing in front of me with his hand out towards me. He was offering his hand to help me up. To my confusion but utter relief I extended my arm and placed my hand in his. He pulled me up and I lost my balance, falling into his arms. He steadied himself and caught me; my head was on his shoulder. I looked up and straight into his deep green eyes once again but this time he had no signs of rage and instead he looked concerned. I found myself fixated on his piercing gaze but without warning he helped me regain my balance and let go.
"Why did you save me?" I asked over the loud cheering of the crowd.
"I owed you after my rude comments last Smackdown!" He replied before turning around to leave. I watched him walk away up the ramp and into the back. He didn't turn around to see me once.
I was left standing in the center of the ring confused and in a bit of pain from my match. It was then that I remembered Christian. He was the one who left me there in the first place. That bastard! I had to confront him now.
I finally left the arena and found Christian sobbing in the lounge with an ice pack on the back of his neck.
"Trish!" he yelled.
"What the fuck Christian? Why did you leave me out there alone? I was almost attacked by Richards and the witch!" I scolded him.
"I…I had to protect myself, he came after me with a steel chair. Sorry babe." He protested.
"You're a coward! You couldn't even attempt to save your girlfriend. You're lucky Jeff Hardy came out and saved me for you!" I turned around to leave.
"Babe wait!" He cried out.
That was it. I wasn't breaking up with him but I sure as hell wasn't staying around to hear his whining. I was going home without him tonight.
