Chapter Two - Let The Drama Unfold

Danny was avidly tapping at his keyboard when I found him. I was meant to be seeing Vickie about the script, but I needed to freak out before I could have a rational conversation with her about it. "Have you seen this?" I dropped the script in front of him, "Have you?"

He looked up at me puzzled, "Kinda working here Kat, what's the deal?" I glanced at his keyboard. Jeff Hardy. Topless. Now I had been in the industry for seven years, it was nothing I hadn't already seen, but it wasn't just the fact that the was topless, it was the vulnerability in his eyes. The same eyes that I had glanced into earlier, that really mesmerised me. "Oh come on! You still have a thing for Jeff, don't you?" I punched him in the arm, fairly gently,

"Not the point right now."

"Okay, what's in the script then?" he asked.

"Oh. You won't even believe this. Not only do I have follow Vickie around like she's god's gift throughout the taping, I have to close the taping with a speech. A frickin' speech. They've given me lines!"

"Well that was sort of implied when you said you had a speech."

I glared at him, gesturing for him to look at the script. He fanned through it, and I told him to stop when he got to the page. I watched him scan over the page, his eyes widening when he read what I was going to have to do.

"So do you still have a thing for Jeff? Cause this could get messy." He laughed.

"Again, not the point. This isn't what they told me was going to happen at the writer's meeting. I know they had to change the rumble thing because the Christian thing went viral online. But this? Are they insane? How is this going to be believable? Nobody even knows who I am!" I ranted, getting ever more stressed by the second.

"Kat, babe. Calm down. You just have to go out there, and say the lines. You'll be fine."

"There are going to be sixteen thousand eight hundred and forty three people out there in the arena, never mind however many more that sees Smackdown. I thought I was going to lay low for few weeks, settle in." I sighed. My cell rang just as Danny was about to say something else, "Hold that thought. I'll find you after the taping."

I secured my hair in a messy bun, pulling a few strands loose. I would no doubt find a need to fiddle nervously with my hair as I stood in the ring next to Vickie. My first appearance of the evening was quite simple. I was to stand next to Vickie with a clipboard and agree with everything she was saying. I decided the throw my glasses on too, trying to look semi professional in my black shirt and jeans.

I followed Vickie down the ramp, ignoring the boos. They were for her, not for me. Although I knew I could be facing a similar reaction later in the night. Maybe.

I crept under the middle rope, it was definitely a good decision not to wear heels otherwise I never would've made it down that low without falling off the apron of the ring, and handed Vickie the microphone as she took her spot in the centre of the stage. "Excuuuuuuse me," she screeched, only for the chorus of boos from the crowd to get louder, "Excuuuuuuuuse meee." She glanced at me and rolled her eyes, as the crowd slowly began to quieten. "The unrest in the locker room has become clear to me, especially after the Rumble. The Road to Wrestlemania," she paused as the crowd erupted, "is going to be a rocky one. And it is in our interest," she gestured to me who nodded as just as the script said I should, "to make sure that everyone at Smackdown is well prepared for the biggest night of the year."

The crowd began to get restless at Vickie's speech, chants of 'Hardy' and 'You Suck' echoed around the arena as she moved from discussing Wrestlemania, to the WWE title. "My husband Edge, took the opportunity presented to him, and my baby got his title back." This statement was met by a thunderous chorus of boos, "And tonight as Jeff makes his return to Smackdown after losing the title, he will take part in a tag team match with the ECW Champion Jack Swagger, against my husband," Vickie paused for dramatic effect and glanced at me, "and…MATT HARDY!"

It felt as though a jolt of electricity was rushing through my body. There was a sudden buzz about the crowd as they all slowly began to contemplate the idea of Hardy on Hardy, actually… Vickie's music started up and I followed her back out of the ring, being careful not to fall on my backside as I stood on the ring apron. However, instead of following her down the stairs, I jumped from the apron to the bottom of the ramp. Apparently it was to make me look edgy. Spotting a refreshments table when we got backstage, I told Vickie I'd catch up with her later and walked over to it, spotting Danny doing the same.

"Pepsi?" he guessed.

"How did you know?"

"Don't leave it in the machine this time." I glanced over my left shoulder to see Jeff Hardy rush by, paint in one hand, shirt in the other. My gaze locked on him, until he turned round and I quickly looked away, hoping that he hadn't seen me.

Danny raised an eyebrow at me, handing me my drink, "You so do have a thing for Hardy! I knew it!"

"Shut it Dan," I hit him playfully on the arm, "And when did I ever tell you that I was a Hardy's fan in my teen years anyway?"

He shrugged his shoulders and grinned at me, "Remember the first time we met? You were rushing around like a maniac before your meeting with the McMahon's and I was-"

"Getting ready for a Raw taping." I cut in, "You had that stupid hat on, and left one of your bags at reception, and me being the kind-hearted soul that I am, ran after you to make sure you had it. You said I saved your ass and your job, just as Stephanie walked by. Dude you were pretty much the reason I got the PA job in the first place." He rolled her eyes at me. We both knew that wasn't strictly true, I only had a few final details to sort out and the contract to sign "And then after my interview and after the taping you got me very very drunk!" In a way, it terrified me that the memory we were recalling was nearly seven years ago. But I think the terror I was feeling was more to do with the fast approaching feeling of impending doom I had.

"Jeff's single you know…" Danny trailed off, nudging me, "And it seems that you are going to be spending a lot of time with him in the next couple off weeks. Who knows what could happen?" He enjoyed teasing me far too much, so I whacked him in the arm,

"Don't think about saying anything else," I warned him, "You know what damage I can do!" He mimed zipping his mouth shut, "Good."

Nothing was going to be happening with Jeff Hardy. The storyline was simple, I was only a device to further the storyline along until Christian was at the back of everyone's minds. There was no romance involving me and anyone. Anyone at all.