Sevina shot awake, gasping and scrabbled for her clock. She stared at the time. It was seven-thirty. Her alarm wasn't set to go off until eight. The dream had been so vivid, she had been two hours late, she'd been certain of it. She threw the clock across the room and closed her eyes again, laying a hand over them. Then it hit her. It was WrestleMania today! She bolted into a sitting position and gasped as excitement and nerves swept over her body. She let it roll over her waves for a moment, knowing there was no chance she'd get back to sleep now. She jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. She took a shower, which lasted longer than her usual ones. She was trying to kill time.

She threw on her sweats and a hoodie, shoving her feet into her sneakers and checking that she didn't look a total wreck before she left her room. She then swore and ran back inside, grabbing her phone, her keys and her bag, all of which she had managed to forget. She had arranged to meet Maria in the lobby. She was early but she didn't care. Sitting around in the hotel room was going to drive her crazy. She laughed out loud when she saw that Maria was already waiting for her, bouncing up and down. "Hey, Boop." The hotel around them was already a hive of activity, superstars were coming and going restlessly, no-one seeming to know totally what to do with themselves. Sevina grimaced a little and looked at Maria. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast."

Maria nodded in agreement and they left. They both tried to eat a fairly nutritional breakfast, but their excited stomachs couldn't hold it, so in the end they gave up and ordered some pancakes. They took them to go, both cradling the polystyrene boxes as they wandered around the area, taking everything in. They didn't talk much, there weren't words to describe how they felt, but Sevina couldn't help remarking on it being the first time Maria had shut up for more than five minutes in the whole time they'd known each other. In response, Maria threw a half-eaten pancake at her head.

Sevina's laughter was interrupted by the sound of her cell. She pulled it from her pocket and hit the answer button. "Ataera."

"Vina, hey, it's Matt. Where are you?"

"Getting breakfast with Ria. What's up?"

"Just got a call from creative, there's been some changes to the script." Sevina listened and her eyebrows went up, but she nodded slowly even though he couldn't see her. "Okay, that's…unexpected but it's cool. No problem."

"Alright, well, Jeff and I are gonna head over to the arena at about three. Meet you there?"

"You bet. Bye Matt." She hung up and then looked at Maria who was staring dreamily into space. "What?" Maria grinned mischievously, remembering the plan that Matt had hatched, but she wasn't about to break her promise, so she answered with a very honest thought, but not the one she'd been thinking. "Matt's yummy." Sevina stared at her, then made a disgusted face. "Maria, that's gross. Seriously, I'm eating here." Maria giggled and shook her pretty head. "Oh come on. You had a romantic storyline with him when you were on Raw. Is he a good kisser?"

"Yes…no...Ew! Ria!" Sevina screwed her nose up and then tossed her pancakes in the nearest bin. Maria giggled more, finding Sevina's discomfort extremely amusing. They two women bickered about it as they headed back to the hotel. "Listen, Boop. I'm gonna go bust an hour in the gym." Maria nodded and waved, jogging away to talk to Mickie who had just appeared. Sevina smiled and headed to the gym. She stuck her ipod on and started a rather vigorous work out. It cleared her mind. It took her to a purely physical place where there was nothing but the burn in her muscles and the sound of her heart beat and her breathing. She was so caught up in it, that she ended up pushing another hour. She then went straight to the sauna. She wrapped her towel around herself and sat on the wooden slats, perfectly alone in the steamy room. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing, which felt like it was going to start accelerating at any moment if she only let her thought linger over that night's events for even a moment.

She managed to waste forty-five minutes in the sauna before going for a shower. She was feeling a lot more relaxed, but knew that once she got outside, it was all going to come rushing back. She checked the time. She didn't have to meet Matt and Jeff for two hours. What was she going to do with herself? Luckily for her, a group of WWE performers were all going out to lunch and she was invited along. She enthusiastically agreed and everyone seemed to be of the same understanding that they needed to kill some time.

Mainly she just listened to the others as they talked about the upcoming show. She joined in when the need called for it, but she was rather lost in her own thoughts. She was wondering what Matt and Jeff were doing. Were they as excited as she was? Why wasn't she spending this time with them? She already knew why, but it still felt wrong. She loved her new friends, but she missed hanging out with Matt and Jeff all the time.

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"Jeff? Jeff? Jeff!"

"Dude, what?!" Jeff looked at Matt, frowning slightly. "I was asking you how you're feeling about tonight."

"Oh. Okay, I guess. Nervous. There's a lot of big moves." Matt nodded. He was feeling nervous as well. It had been a while since the Hardy Boyz had been in a big tag team match and even longer since they had been at WrestleMania as a tag team. He wondered if they would get the same kind of reception that they had in the past. Would they be able to live up to the expectations? Would they be as good as they once were? He shook these thoughts away. They weren't helpful and they were just making him more nervous.

Jeff had drifted off into his thoughts again, wondering what Sevina was doing and if she was alright. He knew how nervous she got and was hoping she wasn't pacing her room, working herself up as she had been known to do in the past. He hoped she wasn't alone. He wished he could be with her, that he could give her the support he had always intended to, but right now, with things being how they were, that would be the exact opposite of helpful. He trusted her other friends to make sure she was okay. It wasn't his job anymore. At least, not right now.

He followed Matt down to the gym. They'd just had lunch, both eating more meat than usual, but Jeff was addicted to carbs and couldn't resist having pasta with his steak. They both had a strict regime of eating carbs in the morning, but as the day went on they tried to eat more meat to get the extra protein. It fuelled them for their last workout before the match. Both pushed themselves quite hard, testing their limits, making sure they were totally ready for what was coming. Glen and Mark were fierce. Jeff was just grateful that they weren't going up against Mark's undefeated, singles match streak. Mark would not have given that up lightly.

Mark was awe-inspiring to Jeff. He was the most respected man in the locker room and he carried himself with so much dignity, but he never ran out of time for other people. He took the time to make sure everyone was alright. If someone had a problem, Mark would be there to sort it out. His undefeated streak at WrestleMania in singles matches was unparalleled and Jeff pitied anyone who had to try and either compete with it, or end it. Mark was very refined and quiet outside of the ring, but when he got in there, he truly became the monster. He was the big dog and if you messed with him, you got bitten. A lot of rooky stars would be very careful not to actually hit their opponent when ringing off the big moves, but not Mark. He hit it every single time. If you couldn't take the pace, you didn't deserve to be there.

Jeff had already proved that he could stand shoulder to shoulder (not literally, the guy was huge!) with Mark in the ring, but putting both him and Glen in there was a purely terrifying prospect and Jeff knew this was going to hurt. His body tensed in response, as if getting ready for a sudden blow. Matt noticed. "Thinking about that chokeslam?" He snickered and Jeff nodded, subconsciously rubbing his throat. "Or the tombstone. Either one. That's a long drop. Glen's seven feet tall. Dude, that's only a foot shorter than the stage. That's gonna hurt."

Matt laughed again, but it had an edge to it this time and Jeff could tell he was imagining it. "Oh and trust me, getting chokeslammed off a ladder, is not as fun as it looks. That hurt for a week!" Matt looked at Jeff with wide eyes. He could all too clearly remembering seeing his brother plummet to the mat after being thrown from the ladder in his match against Mark. He shuddered and shook his head. "Dude, stop it! You're freaking me out!" Jeff laughed this time. Winding Matt up was fun and it took his mind of everything else. Matt had never been in a match against Mark, so he'd never experienced the feeling of being crushed under the sheer weight of who he was. Stepping into the ring with Mark was to give up size to the veteran. He knew that ring like no-one else and he could work it however he wanted. If he wanted to hurt you, he'd hurt you and no-one would think he wasn't supposed to. He was intimidating without even trying and it was worse if he didn't like you. Mark never made any illusions when he didn't like someone. He seemed to find a kind of sadistic glee in getting the chance to punch someone in the head and not get in trouble for it.

Matt shifted uncomfortably on the weight bench and then sat up. He looked at Jeff and rubbed his palms together. "We should probably head over to the arena soon." His words brought Jeff back to reality and the nerves hit him again. He nodded mutely and stood up. He looked at the time. It was two-thirty. Wow, that had gone fast.

He took a deep breath, then he and Matt hit the showers. Jeff emerged much sooner than Matt and stood in the hall waiting for him, shifting it weight nervously from one foot to the other. When Matt finally emerged they were both silent. Neither was able to voice what they were thinking, but what Jeff couldn't have known was that Matt wasn't just nervous about the match. Tonight, his plan went into action and he was a little uncertain of how it would end up. He didn't want to make things worse. Maria had been constantly reassuring him, telling him it was a good idea, but it didn't stop him from feeling anxious about it.