+Chapter 4+

Punk glared at Edge. "What good would that do?"

"Teach her a lesson. Show Jeff that he can't always protect her…. I don't really know. I would just find it comical." Edge laughed.

Jericho walked towards the two men with a questioning look upon his face. "What's going on?"

"Nothing major. Just talking about our matches tonight." Edge smiled.

Jericho raised an eyebrow and glared at the two men. Hazel strolled into the hallway and waved across the room at Jericho, who blushed and waved back. Edge laughed and looked at Jericho. "Yeah she's a friend…"

C.M. Punk looked from Jericho to Hazel. "What does she see in Jeff anyway? I mean she's hot. She can wrestle… she's got a good head on her shoulders…."

"She's got a fire in her…" Jericho muttered.

"And she's got an amazing body." Edge finished.

Hazel walked up to the three men and looked at them suspiciously. "You boys ok?"

All three of them nodded their heads and stared at her. She looked at the men and wondered how Jeff would feel knowing she was in such close proximity to two of his most hated rivals. She adjusted her shirt strap and turned to them. "You see the matches for tonight?"

"Yeah…." Jericho muttered.

"I get to wrestle Michele McCool. I'm confused but I'll take it." She turned to Edge. "Good luck with Jeff tonight. I'm sure he won't hurt you too much." She laughed patting Jericho on the shoulder before walking away.

"Oh she loves to toy with me!" Edge exclaimed after Hazel was out of hearing range. "It's been like this since she broke up with me. She drives me nuts!"

Jericho laughed. "I think you want to protect her. Not have her taken out."

Edge pondered the statement for a moment and laughed it off. "Yeah right."

Jericho left Punk and Edge a moment later. Edge turned to Punk. "I need your help."

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Jeff watched Hazel wrestle Michele McCool as he prepared for his match. This match was a warm up for Hazel, nothing more and before he realized it, Hazel was being announced as the winner. She quickly walked into their locker room and smiled at her boyfriend. "Hey Babe." She announced happily. "You almost ready for your match?"

"Yeah, are you going to come down with me?"

"Of course! I know you don't like no DQ matches but I won't get hurt." she laughed as she changed out of her ring gear into a tight pair of jeans and a black halter top. Jeff stared at her in amazement. "I love that shirt."

She grinned at his reaction to her cleavage. "Thanks it's new. Are you ready? The sooner you get the match over with… the sooner you can take the top off." She smirked as she kissed his cheek.

Jeff walked out to the ring with Hazel by his side as Edge stood in the ring waiting for him. Edge sneered at Jeff as Hazel kissed him and stood cheering outside of the ring. For Edge, Hazel was the one who got away. She had left him for what she claimed to be his own good and always was around him, circling like a Paraná. During the match, Jeff knocked Edge from the ring and Punk charged the ring attacking Jeff violently. Punk nailed Jeff onto the mat and left him unmoving on the mat. Hazel climbed to the apron and began yelling at Punk.

"What are you doing?!" she screamed at him.

Punk sneered at her and smiled at her. She shoved him and he laughed a little at her. Jeff was still down on the mat, but he was beginning to stir beneath her. Punk laughed and quickly grabbed her arm, dragging her towards himself. He picked her up onto his shoulders, preparing for the GTS, she struggled trying to free herself from his grasp. Jeff was coming to slowly. Hazel continued to struggle against Punk. Suddenly, Punk's grasp on her released and she felt herself lowering towards the mat. She stared at Edge, who had just low-blowed Punk. Her eyes looked at him with confusion. Edge hated her. She hated him. Why would he save her? She gazed at him as she rolled outside the ring. Punk retreated quickly to the back. Jeff was to his feet now and was battling Edge. Jeff hit him once in the kidneys and pushed him into the turnbuckle. Edge dropped to his feet and the referee pushed Jeff away. Hazel wondered what was going on. The referee called for the E.M.T.s to come ringside for Edge.

"What happened?" she called to Jeff as he came close enough to her.

Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "He just went down."

They walked to the back and saw Edge on the stretcher. "What's going on?"

"Possible torn ACL." The one medical staff said.

Hazel stared at Edge. He had saved her from a GTS. "Thanks, Edge." She said offering him a small smile.

"No problem Haze."

Jeff looked from his girlfriend to Edge. Hazel and Jeff continued to their locker room in an uncomfortable silence. "I hope he's ok." She muttered softlty.

"Why's that? You never cared before."

"He saved me from Punk. He didn't have to and honestly I never thought he'd be the one to help me." She continued softly.

Jeff shot her a nasty look. "How can you say that? Edge? You can't feel sorry for him. After everything he's done to you and me… just everything he's done? How can you feel sorry for him?"

She shrugged. She really didn't know. For the first time in years, Edge seemed like the Edge she once loved.

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To Be Continued?