A/nThis may be confusing, but it shall all become clear soon.
I*Flashback*
"What the hell do you think it means, tosser?" She screamed "It means I'm pregnant!"
"But how?"
"Magic, how the fuck do you think?" She stared at him, her eyes blazing the sorrow of moments ago, dissipating as he played dumb.
"But but, we were so damn careful!"
"Obviously not enough!" She was going to hit him, she really was if he.
"What are you going to do?" "Excuse me, YOU? ME? This is your problem aswell, don't forget!" the stupid SOB! How dare he! "Yeah, but what do you want to do?" He looked at her calmly, as if this wasn't a terrible earth shattering problem. "The only thing I can do" She sighed, his calm, causing her to breath and realise she was the taking her anger out on him "The only thing" I
RAW - June 10 He crouched behind the barrier, watching, waiting, until the right time for him to make his move. The figure pacing the ring ahead of him continued to talk, threatening him, unaware that he was being studied from behind. Music hit on the titan tron and he observed a second figure appear, standing confidently at the top of the ramp, taunting the big man in the ring, as if this second figure knew something the big man didn't. Which of course he did, he knew that he had back up, not only from the ladder in his hand but from himself, the crouching loneman. "I like that" he thought "to be a lone soldier, fighting alone to bring down the big evil!" the crouching shape mused as he watched the scene ahead of him "Oh god! Got to stop listening to the Hurricane!" he mentally reprimanded himself. He was so deep in thought he almost missed his chance, almost but not quite, and he leapt into action, swiftly jumping the barrier, running to the turnbuckle. He pulled himself onto the apron, and quickly scaled the turnbuckle, resuming his crouched pose, this time upon the top of the turnbuckle, watching the unsuspecting figure glaring up the ramp. The crowd saw him and let out a huge cheer, and he mentally willed them to shut the hell up. Suddenly the cheers turned to disgusted yells. "What the?" he thought, not seeing any reason for the crowds discontent. That is until he felt a hand on the small of his back, pushing with concentrated force. It was surprisingly strong and caused him to lose balance, and he fell, his face smashing into the mat with a sickening impact. He felt warm, sticky blood running down his face, and he groaned in pain. He rolled over, staring up into the face of h is attacker, who he instantly recognised, he felt the mat shake as his companion was driven to the mat as he stared up in disbelief at the woman standing over him. As he struggled to remain conscious he heard the familiar sound of 'Her ghost in the fog' by Cradle of Filth, and he knew that he was seeing the right face swimming in front of him. After all that was her favourite song, he remembered as he felt a sharp dig in his stomach, as she connected a viscous kick to first his stomach then his groin. "Why here? Why now?" Were his final thoughts before Jeff Hardy's world turned black.
The crowd clamoured as they saw their beloved Hardyz get beaten down by The Undertaker and his mysterious companion. They had tried to warn the younger brother of the presence behind him, but he didn't realise that he was being shadowed by an unidentified female. She moved with intent and purpose, yet she had some undeniable femininity about her as she sashayed up behind Jeff, ascending the stairs behind him with cautious quiet, so as not to alert him of her presence. She moved up behind him then in one swift, sharp movement she dislodged him from the turnbuckle. Her face was cloaked by a thick black curtain of hair and her body concealed in an ankle length black coat. The only detail to be seen was her black boots and the gothic patterned fastenings that held the coat closed around her torso, though it flared out at her hips and billowed behind her, revealing a rich red lining. She crouched over as she entered the ring, and walked to stand over Jeff, staring down at him, an evil smile on her lips. She revelled in the shocked look on his face as he realised who it was that had hurt him. She aimed a couple of kicks at him before concentrating on Taker's actions as he lifted Matt above his head and brought him down in a viscous Last Ride. He then looked over at her, smiled and extended a hand to her which she took allowed him to help her out of the ring. Instead of walking to the backstage, she mounted the bike behind Taker and exited the ringside upon the back of it, her arms entwined around Taker.
After the match The deep rumbling of Taker's bike echoed down the corridor and people dove from its path. He headed straight to the parking lot, past the room where EMT's who were seeing to the Hardyz. Jeff was being checked for concussion whilst Matt anxiously looked on. When the noise of the engine reached his ears he went to try and see who Taker's mystery friend was. Sure enough there she was sat behind him on the bike, he stared in disbelief at the figure (Who had pushed the hair from her face) "Charity?" he asked, disbelievingly. She just shot him a self satisfied smile as the bike carried her away and out of the arena.
A/n ermmmmm.Now you've read, please review!
I*Flashback*
"What the hell do you think it means, tosser?" She screamed "It means I'm pregnant!"
"But how?"
"Magic, how the fuck do you think?" She stared at him, her eyes blazing the sorrow of moments ago, dissipating as he played dumb.
"But but, we were so damn careful!"
"Obviously not enough!" She was going to hit him, she really was if he.
"What are you going to do?" "Excuse me, YOU? ME? This is your problem aswell, don't forget!" the stupid SOB! How dare he! "Yeah, but what do you want to do?" He looked at her calmly, as if this wasn't a terrible earth shattering problem. "The only thing I can do" She sighed, his calm, causing her to breath and realise she was the taking her anger out on him "The only thing" I
RAW - June 10 He crouched behind the barrier, watching, waiting, until the right time for him to make his move. The figure pacing the ring ahead of him continued to talk, threatening him, unaware that he was being studied from behind. Music hit on the titan tron and he observed a second figure appear, standing confidently at the top of the ramp, taunting the big man in the ring, as if this second figure knew something the big man didn't. Which of course he did, he knew that he had back up, not only from the ladder in his hand but from himself, the crouching loneman. "I like that" he thought "to be a lone soldier, fighting alone to bring down the big evil!" the crouching shape mused as he watched the scene ahead of him "Oh god! Got to stop listening to the Hurricane!" he mentally reprimanded himself. He was so deep in thought he almost missed his chance, almost but not quite, and he leapt into action, swiftly jumping the barrier, running to the turnbuckle. He pulled himself onto the apron, and quickly scaled the turnbuckle, resuming his crouched pose, this time upon the top of the turnbuckle, watching the unsuspecting figure glaring up the ramp. The crowd saw him and let out a huge cheer, and he mentally willed them to shut the hell up. Suddenly the cheers turned to disgusted yells. "What the?" he thought, not seeing any reason for the crowds discontent. That is until he felt a hand on the small of his back, pushing with concentrated force. It was surprisingly strong and caused him to lose balance, and he fell, his face smashing into the mat with a sickening impact. He felt warm, sticky blood running down his face, and he groaned in pain. He rolled over, staring up into the face of h is attacker, who he instantly recognised, he felt the mat shake as his companion was driven to the mat as he stared up in disbelief at the woman standing over him. As he struggled to remain conscious he heard the familiar sound of 'Her ghost in the fog' by Cradle of Filth, and he knew that he was seeing the right face swimming in front of him. After all that was her favourite song, he remembered as he felt a sharp dig in his stomach, as she connected a viscous kick to first his stomach then his groin. "Why here? Why now?" Were his final thoughts before Jeff Hardy's world turned black.
The crowd clamoured as they saw their beloved Hardyz get beaten down by The Undertaker and his mysterious companion. They had tried to warn the younger brother of the presence behind him, but he didn't realise that he was being shadowed by an unidentified female. She moved with intent and purpose, yet she had some undeniable femininity about her as she sashayed up behind Jeff, ascending the stairs behind him with cautious quiet, so as not to alert him of her presence. She moved up behind him then in one swift, sharp movement she dislodged him from the turnbuckle. Her face was cloaked by a thick black curtain of hair and her body concealed in an ankle length black coat. The only detail to be seen was her black boots and the gothic patterned fastenings that held the coat closed around her torso, though it flared out at her hips and billowed behind her, revealing a rich red lining. She crouched over as she entered the ring, and walked to stand over Jeff, staring down at him, an evil smile on her lips. She revelled in the shocked look on his face as he realised who it was that had hurt him. She aimed a couple of kicks at him before concentrating on Taker's actions as he lifted Matt above his head and brought him down in a viscous Last Ride. He then looked over at her, smiled and extended a hand to her which she took allowed him to help her out of the ring. Instead of walking to the backstage, she mounted the bike behind Taker and exited the ringside upon the back of it, her arms entwined around Taker.
After the match The deep rumbling of Taker's bike echoed down the corridor and people dove from its path. He headed straight to the parking lot, past the room where EMT's who were seeing to the Hardyz. Jeff was being checked for concussion whilst Matt anxiously looked on. When the noise of the engine reached his ears he went to try and see who Taker's mystery friend was. Sure enough there she was sat behind him on the bike, he stared in disbelief at the figure (Who had pushed the hair from her face) "Charity?" he asked, disbelievingly. She just shot him a self satisfied smile as the bike carried her away and out of the arena.
A/n ermmmmm.Now you've read, please review!