Chapter Fourteen: For a Moment

Not only was Vince upset about me not making it to Raw, Dave got furious that I lied to him about the meeting. Can you believe he has the nerve to be mad at me for lying when he did the exact same thing? Needless to say, Dave and I haven't been on the best of terms. We're still dating but we're already done with the "honeymoon" phase. In fact, I don't think we ever had a "honeymoon" phase.

That's besides the point, the point is that I'm right now sitting in my locker room waiting to read the match assignments for the night. Instead of my normal ring gear, I'm wearing a black tank top with blue jeans and brown work boots. I heard rumors from the tech guys earlier today that I'm cut out for a hell of a match, I walk to the gym doors to check the list:

Low Card

Shad v.s. JTG

Matt Hardy v.s. John Morrison w/Alex Nooks

R-Truth v.s. Drew McIntyre

Mid Card

Women's Champion Beth Pheonix + Tiffany v.s. Michelle McCool + Layla

Chavo Guerrero v.s. Rey Mysterio

C.M. Punk w/Serena + Luke Gallows v.s. Chris Jericho

Main Event

Lillie Guerrero v.s. Edge

Batista v.s. Kane

I stand there, stunned. I'm main eventing? Against Edge? How in the hell did this happen! Just last week I was mid carding but now I'm going to fight one of the best past world champions ever! I shake my head and head to talk to the somebody who made the match Vickie Guerrero. I enter the general managers office to see Vickie talking to Chavo. They look surprised to see me and Vickie says, "Lillie, babydoll…"

"You don't call employees by pet names," I reply almost coldly.

"Lillie, please don't be to upset with your mother." Chavo pleads, "Let her…"

"Mother? She isn't my mother. She's some woman who raised me. I'm not her kid," I reply.

"Do you know how idiotic you sound? She raised you, she's the closest thing to a mother you have! So your not a Guerrero by blood, so what? We raised you to be one of us!" Chavo yells at me. He's always been one to stand up for the rest of the family, especially the women.

I get right up in his face, "She, like most Guerrero's, is good at the Gurrero mantra. She just doesn't have the cheating and stealing down."

Chavo doesn't back down and we're stuck staring at each other furiously. "Maybe you ought to tell Vickie why you're here and then get the hell out. We don't need a bitch like you here."

I turn to Vickie, "You put me against your lapdog, Edge? Why?"

Vickie looks surprised, "You didn't call for that match? He said you had been ranting and raving about getting revenge for him blabbing the secret about you…"

"No, I didn't call for the match." I sigh. She really likes taking that bastards word over logic. "Whatever. I'll do it." I turn on my heels and storm and back to the gym. I need to train for later tonight. It's a main match against one of the strongest man in the WWE .

X X X

The other matches of the night have flown by because of my anticipation I guess because soon enough it's time to go out for my match. I take a deep breath as my theme song begins.

"And it's just like the ocean under the moon/ well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you/ you got the kind of loving that could be so smooth yeah/ give me your heart make it real or else forget about it…" my theme plays loud. I'm not in the mood to go out and play up to the crowd. Nonetheless, they are still cheering for me. Well, it is either me or Edge so I guess that I am the reasonable choice.

"You think you know me/ on this day I see clearly/ every thing has come to life/ a bitter place and a broken dream/ and we'll leave it all behind/ on this day it's so real to me/ everything has come to life…" begins Edge's theme. He walks out shirtless and looking at me like I'm what's for supper. He gets into the ring, smirking at me.

I hear the beell ring and I get Edge in the lockup. I wrap my arm around his midsection in a semi bear hug hoping to inflict some damage. All that seems to do is make him upset. He grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder using brute strength. I hit the mat, my back connecting in pain with the canvas of the mat. I get a boot to the stomach and then another. He's not to strong but he's still a man compared to me who's a girl. I push myself to my knee's and try to get up. Edge of course won't have that so he pulls me up by the arm and flings me into the turnbuckle. As he runs at me for a shoulder bump, I move out of the way and he hits the turnbuckle hard. I grab him by the hair and slam his head into the top turnbuckle. The ref yells at me and I stop.

Edge backs out of the corner and I get behind him to lock him in a half nelson. Well, attempt to lock him in a half nelson. Again he almost effortlessly tosses me over his shoulder. So I have to avoid future flips or slams until he's a bit weaker. Until then I need to focus on strikes. Edge smirks at me as he sits up in the corner and again runs at me, delievering a harsh kick to the face. I can almost feel my nose gush blood so I reach up to feel my face. Hm. My nose is bleeding. Great. I pinch my nose as the ref tries to get Edge away from me. "You want to give up?" the referee asks.

"No," I reply almost angrily. The blood has stopped for the most part and the ref moves. What happens next is almost slow motion. I'm in one corner and I back out before looking up to see Edge coming in for the spear. I can't move out of the way and with that final blow he rolls me into a pin. 1! 2! 3! The ref raises his hand in celebration but Edge doesn't stop there. He gets out of the ring and grabs a steel chair before coming back at me. I feel the chair collide with my skull again and again and again. I'm truly helpless, unable to fight back. But soon I see Edge drop the chair and run off. I close my eyes and feel someone scoop me into their arms and pick me up. I curl my head against the figures neck, resting.

I feel safe in this figures arms as it carries me away from the ring. It almost has to be a man because they can carry me for this long a distance and most women generally aren't strong enough to do that. I open my eyes briefly to see…Phil. "Hey," he whispers down at me.

"You…why…"

"Dave wasn't so I had to," Phil replies. I've never noticed the pure brown color of his eyes or the face that even though he has facial hair it's not unkempt at all. "Your bleeding…you don't mind doctors?"

"Don't need…" I say softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. A spark passes between the two of us and for a brief moment in time it seems as if we're totally alone. If this was a romantic movie, there would be choral music and rose petals.

He carries me into the doctor's office and lays me down on one of the beds, "The doctor will be here soon. Rest up."

I close my eyes again and pass out. When the doctor comes in to check on me, Phil is gone and Dave is in his spot. Either Phil left or…or I just imagined him…