The car rental company were sympathetic but ultimately unhelpful, the cops weren't that interested, only Phil had been a rock. We'd skipped the cinema that night and gone straight back to the hotel. Phil had left me alone to take a nice hot bath, he returned half an hour later with a takeaway and a DVD. We relaxed infront of the television and fell asleep in each others arms. It almost made me forget.

A day of goofing off, and then back on the road. I'd hoped my misfortune would've remained a secret, but no such luck. Waiting to enter the ring alongside Eve Torres for a tag team match against Abigail, and Maryse, Abigail sauntered across to me.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm good"

"Phil told me about the car. It's horrible. Who would do such a thing?"

I didn't have time to answer, Eve's music started up and she dragged me out to the ring. Eve pinned Maryse for the win. The match was a blur, and not my best I've since been told.

I'd wrestled two house shows with Abigail and by the time Monday arrived, I was ready. Abigail was in the ring and I watched her on the monitor.

"In my four years with the WWE I have been called many things. Ruthless, a liar, cruel, a bitch! But one word I have never been called is a coward. I will fight any wrestler face to face, and I will win. I don't have to resort to cheap shots, I don't have to attack an opponent from behind. I fight one on one and I dominate. Last Monday you witnessed a travesty. Some wannabe entered the ring from the audience, and they attacked me from behind with a steel chair"

"A steel chair she was about to use on Eve" the king interjected.

"Now that hurt my feelings. I've been reading a lot of books on child psychology, and it turns out that children play up when they want attention. You have my attention. I want a match. I want the opportunity to put you back in your place, to tear you apart, to teach you some manners. Get out into this ring, look me in the eye, wait for the bell to ring, and fight me fair. Come out, come out, whoever you are."

And that was my cue. I gave it a few seconds then marched through the curtains. No music, but a nice little pop. I ignored the audience, didn't take my eyes off Abigail. I jumped into the ring and snatched the microphone off her. She smirked and took a couple of steps back introducing me to the audience.

I was out of my comfort zone. I was a wrestler not an actress. I could feel my hand shaking as I held the mike as tightly as I could. I'd had nightmares about dropping it. Abigail's eye's widened, encouraging me to talk. Stage fright was my new nemesis. Slowly, hesitantly, I raised the microphone to my lips.

"My name is Lucy Jones, and I accept your challenge." I let go of the microphone, the referee scramble between us and tossed it out of the ring. In the distance I heard Jerry Lawler enthusiastically scream "Well, I love Lucy." We squared off, she struck me around the face as rehearsed and everything went like clock work. We had a good, scratch that, great for a four minute match, and I ate the pin. Of course Abigail didn't want to stop there and went about beating me to a pulp until Beth made the save. Abigail backed out of the ring, and Beth raised my hand. The crowd cheered, and it was bliss.

I'd served my purpose. Beth, and Abigail's match was set for Wrestlemania, and despite my rabbit in the headlights act Vince was apparently pleased with my work. I had another match lined up for the following week alongside Eve, and Kelly Kelly, facing off against Abigail and Laycool. And now it was time to kick back.

A new club was opening near the stadium and Phil had managed to get tickets for the opening night. It wasn't anywhere near his type of event but he knew that I loved to dance. We got there at 12.00 and somehow managed to get a table in the corner of the room. Phil nestled his Pepsi, as I knocked back shots. I gazed out onto the dance floor, itching to join in. And then I saw her, arms wrapped around Wade Barrett's neck. I looked away quickly hoping that Phil hadn't seen them. I looked across at him and my worse fears (at this point) had been realised.

"Isn't that?" he said.

"Isn't what?" I replied.

"It is"

He stood up and shouted "Abigail, Stu." fortunately the club was loud and they were otherwise occupied. I grabbed his arm "sit down, they're probably on a date." "Right" he said. I didn't want to dance anymore. I didn't want to be anywhere near her. It's petty I know. "So we're back in Chicago next week" I veered the topic away to his favourite subject, and it seemed to work. For the next twenty minutes he told me of all of the places he was going to take me to, and when I left to use the bathroom my head was spinning. We had a future.

I pushed the door open, it was the poshest restroom I have ever been in. Shiny taps, and one of those people that sell you perfume. But the décor, the atmosphere was destroyed by the sound of vomiting. The perfume lady tried to ignore it as best she could. I touched up my make-up, and winced as the cubicle door swung open I didn't want to bump into a cheap drunk, and I certainly didn't want to bump into Abigail, but that's who I got. She didn't stagger, she wasn't green, and she didn't look like she was about to loose consciousness.

"I didn't know you were here." she smirked.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, we had seafood. I think it was off, but it's ok." she pulled a toothbrush out of her bag, "It's gone now."

"Right."

"Are you ok?" she said looking at me, "I get the feeling sometimes that you don't really like me."

"Why wouldn't I like you?" I reapplied my lipstick "So you and Wade?"

"We're just friends"

I left her to brush her teeth and returned to find Wade/Stu, sitting at our table. Phil made the introductions and I sat down hiding my displeasure rather convincingly I thought. Abigail joined us a few minutes later, and then the night became all about Abigail and Phil sharing stories, reminiscing over the past. I left the club feeling slightly less than content with my lot.

My next TV appearance came around and miraculously Phil and I had managed to avoid the clutches of Abigail for a full week. So this time, when I saw her I didn't want her to die horribly. First Abigail, and then Laycool were introduced to a chorus of boos. Kelly Kelly was out next, and then I entered the arena with Eve Torres – I still didn't have my own music, and our entrance wasn't televised. I locked up with Layla and our match began. It very quickly turned into a cluster fuck. Michelle attacked Eve from behind taking her out of the picture, she then entered the ring distracting the referee. As she did so Abigail entered the ring and joined Layla in a 2:1 beat down. I got to my feet and bounce off the ropes into a clothesline from Kelly. I fell to the floor. I wasn't ready for it, my head smashed down against the mat. Dazed and confused I just lay there as the referee tried to clear up the chaos. That wasn't supposed to happen, Kelly wasn't supposed to be there. I felt like my head was going to fall off. In the back of my mind I heard the sound of hands clapping then felt myself being pulled to my feet. It was Abigail, she said something I didn't hear what, and then she swung me across the rings and against the ropes. What was she doing? Couldn't she see that I was hurt? I bounced off the ropes and she scooped me up in her arms before slamming me down on the mat. She pinned my arms and I felt my leg being pulled into the air. I have a faint recollection of the referee hitting the mat three times. Abigail stood up and I heard her music play. She kicked me in the ribs and left the ring. I could hear Layla and Michelle laughing, and then Kelly's voice "I'm so sorry, are you alright?" She stroked my cheek then helped me to my feet; we stumbled away from the ring.

Backstage Abigail waited alongside a concerned Phil, Mike and Beth. Phil put his arm around my shoulder but as the pain began to ease my anger grew.

"What the fuck was that?" I yelled "You could see that I was hurt and you just carried on. You could've killed me"

Abigail seemed surprised by the outburst.

"You were fine." she muttered.

"Naha. I could barely move. I was no condition to wrestle. You just dragged me to my feet and threw me around like a rag doll."

"Nothing was going to happen to you." She turned to leave. "I get it. You've got a thing for Phil, and you don't me very much. But seriously you need to keep your personal feelings out of the ring. Act like a professional. Jesus Christ."

I rubbed my head, Abigail turned back to me. First she looked embarrassed and then she looked angry. Apparently it was her turn. "You should be thanking me" she stormed, "Your second televised match and you made a mistake. Not me, not Layla. It's not my fault you can't take a bump properly. I hauled your arse around the ring while you were seeing stars because the truth is if that match was called off your career would've been over. You're second match, you fucked up, I covered for you, and you're welcome." She stormed out.

"Ha, can you believe that?" I looked around to my friends, or at least I tried to. Most of their eyes were pointed south. Only Phil looked directly at me, and his face betrayed a mixture of anger, and confusion. Eventually Mike broke the silence. "As soon as she saw what happened she tagged herself in." Then Beth, "I'm sorry honey. Safest pair of hands on the roster"

I looked across at Phil, desperate for something. A hand on my shoulder, just a little reassurance. I was so sure he would understand. I was frustrated, and I was hurt. "Phil?" He just shook his head and looked away. "Fine. I should apologise." and I walked away towards humiliation, towards humility, towards the women's locker room.