Chapter Twelve: When 'Ow' Gets A New Meaning.

"Ohhh boy." I said looking down at my script.

Two guys having a match to decided who gets me. Then one of my good friends has to throw me down a flight of stairs.

How magical and oh so romantic. NOT.

Gee, ain't this grand? I asked myself, WHY must the writers pick on me?

I was reviewing over my scripts with Caria seeing what the two of us had to do. She wasn't going to get much pain in her match against Maryse. And then theres me. Damnit.

"Well, it won't be that bad... will it?" Caria asked. She was trying to cheer me up; I could tell. But now, this wasn't one of those moments where anything you try to say won't help.

"Stairs. Being thrown down. Major, major injury. Do I need to break it down any more for ya?" I responded.

"Well it's scripted, so you can get too hurt." Caria said. Again, didn't help.

"I really don't know." I said sighing. "I mean, sure; loads of Divas got injuries by the Superstars. Like Maria with Umaga, and Lita with Kane. But this is my first one. And I am really, really REALLY scared."

"You are a wrestler though, and when you become one; you put your life and body on the line." Caria told me. "I mean, I'm in the same hole as you and the rest of us are. But sometimes it just makes you think you know?"

She was right. It did make me think. Something that I really love to do, can end up hurting me. "Yeah I know that. I just hope I don't have to do this ever. EVER again."

"I doubt you'll have to." Caria comforted me. Well, that kind of worked this time.

The door opened up, and Jeff walked in. Though his hair was different. A LOT. It was cut a little bit passed his earlobes and it wasn't so much blue anymore. There was only like one chunk of it. The rest was dyed red, orange, and in there was his original blonde. He greeted us with a 'hey'; I noticed in his hand was a piece of lined paper.

My eyes were widened. "Holy fuck on a stick. Where did your hair go!?"

Jeff gave a half shrug. "Eh, I cut it; I figured some change was good."

"Some; not thw word. Drastic; YEAH." I nodded as I said that.

"I like it." he said.

"Well, I do too. But WOW." I laughed. "What's that in your hand?"

"A present for you." he said. A present? For me?

"What's the occasion?" I asked only joking.

Jeff shook his head. "Nothing. It's just I've noticed how you and my brother are getting so close. So I made you a poem."

I smirked. Like a grandmother to her grandchild, I pinched his cheeks saying in a baby sort of voice "D'awwww. That is so kind of you. You're such a wittle sweethawrt."

Caria just laughed. He unclinged my hand from his cheek and then handed me the paper. "Just read it. Ha-ha."

So I did, I took it and started scanning the lines that was written down on it. Jeff sure does have sloppy hand-writting.

After I was finished, I said "Awwww! Jeff that was so cute and well-written! I loved it, thank you!"

I was told he always did have a thing for poetry. And now I know, it's right. I have heard some stuff from his band Peroxwhy?gen. His music's pretty good too.

"You're welcome." he said. "Glad you do, though it was just a little something I thought of."

"Hey well, a little goes a long way." I told him. I was about to give him a hug, but he leaned back in defense.

"Whoa! No more pinching." he said.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "I was only trying to give ya a hug. Goofball."

"Oh okay." he said laughing along with me. He put his arms around me and gave me a hug.

Twenty thousand people in the Joe Louis Arena and not an empty seat left. A scene in the ring was happening right now with Matt and Montel bickering.

As Matt had a discusion going on about me and him, Montel came out as planned and started talking trash. Mostly about him, and how I should be his lady. Ew.

As the two of them argued, MVP stood on the runway and Matt in the ring.

"Hardy, that girl is just plain out of your league." MVP said arragantly. "Just give it up and give her to me. I mean, a lady like her needs a superstar such as myself."

"Hey superstar, last time I checked; we BOTH are superstars and tag-team partners." Matt replied. "And she's my girl so back off already; will ya?"

"Hell no," MVP refused. "But I do have a way we can both resolve this."

"Oh really now? How's that?" Matt asked.

"We'll both have a match against each other to see who wins her over." MVP declared. "Winner stays away for good."

"Deal." Matt accepted.

Then the big screen above the entrance to the runway came on. There stood Kane with his fist full of my hair. We were by a huge flight of stairs in the back. I pretended to struggle as he held on tight looking like I was about to cry.

"Well, well, well. You boys lookin' for her?" Kane said sinesterly with a smile to match. "I don't think you two will be having a fight any time soon for your prize. Unless you can come up and get her by the time I count to ten. (he laughed evilly) Bye."

And the screen shut off.

"What does Kane plan on doing with Hailey?!" Cole said.

"Looks like he's planning on tossing her down those stairs." JBL responded.

Both Matt and MVP sprinted away. They came rushing to save me, but when the two of them had already came Kane was down to two and then one. Then I was thrown by my hair down the steps. The last thing I could remember was my body hurting to the extreme point and Matt calling after me.