Chapter Eleven

"You all know her and love her. She's our newest and from what we've seen, toughest diva. Weighing in at 145 pounds, Joey Schmidt!" Jerry "The King", Lawler announced grinning. He really liked Joey. One tough diva. "I'm not afraid." Joey's song began to play and she kissed her nephew's head.

"Just watch baby. Watch with Uncle Ben and John okay?"

Kenny nodded and the toddle watched his aunt/mom in amazement.

After giving John a quick small kiss Joey walked out to the ring smiling an waving beside her walked Melina. Her close friend and mentor. Together they did the splits sliding into the ring, a laugh from the girls after their display. Wolf whistles were heard from men in the arena which made the laughter from the girls grow.

"And going against her, weighing 264 pounds, CM Punk!" More screams erupted but confusion also covered their faces except on Punk and the two divas inside the ring. This match, was definitely scripted.
After Punk reached the ring he and Joey took a mic that Cole offered them.

"Aright guys" Joey started, "I know you all are surprised but this match is one requested by Mr. McMahon. He wants me, who he believes is one of the strongest divas, he does." She clarified, "to go against Punk. If it goes well there may be more of these kinds of matches. We're the guinea pigs."

"I promise guys, and Cena, that I wont touch Joey in ways that, you know, may be, well awkward. Especially on a family show." Punk earned a few laughs at that.

They both handed Cole the mics back and shook each others hands. Neither one knew who was going to win this. That was one thing that hadn't been scripted. The match began when Melina climbed out with a promise she wouldn't interfere. For the most part it was even, just like they had planned. Joey sat on her knees and watched Punk as he paced back and forth so they could both catch their breaths. His shoulder was feeling sore, just like he knew her ankle was.

Before Joey had a chance to get up, Punk grabbed her and slammed her down to the mat. As her ankle hit it gave out and Joey could feel a slight pain, but the adrenaline she felt numbed everything. This part wasn't scripted. All superstars knew there was a chance something scripted would go wrong. This was one of those times. Quickly she began to try and knock his legs out from under him just like she had learned to do when she was fighting Kenny's dad. She fought trying to gain some ground, even flipping over quickly, facing the mat to see if she could slide her way out of Punk's grasp. Before she knew it she was hitting the mat, most of the impact when into her knees but too much of it went into her head. She heard a collective gasp around her, then everything went black.
"Joe," John whispered, his blue eyes widening in shock. He watched as Punk and the ref both carefully moved Joey onto her stomach.

The ref checked her breathing and pulse. Then he looked off to the officials, "medic." His voice was quiet but with the silence in the arena you could hear everything.

Melina climbed into the ring and sat on her knees next to Joey and smoothed her hair out of her face. "Wake up Joey." She whispered. She glanced at John quickly signaling for him to run down.

John glanced at Kenny and Ben, "stay here. If they take her in the ambulance, Shawn and Randy will bring you along." He ran to the arena and jumped in, not even stopping. He slid on his knees to Joey from the momentum of his run down the ring. He took Joey's hand already seeing bruising on her face and knees. "Joey, wake up. Come on Joey. please."

Punk moved beside John. "I'm so sorry Cena."

John shrugged off the apology. "Don't be. Accidents happen."

Paramedics came up and one climbed into the ring, he checked Joey over then looked at John, "we're rushing her to the hospital." The next words chilled the arena into ice, "its life or death right now."

"I'm coming," John said and moved back for the paramedics to do there job. He glanced back and saw Randy and Shawn already at Ben's side and bringing him to the car they would drive in. Come on Joey. Kenny needs you.

Kenny needs you.