"Don't be nervous." Jeff told me. "It's just another match."
"It's Summer Slam, first match back from a major injury, and my belt is on the line."
"You did want it that way." Jeff said.
I sighed and tossed my belt on a couch in our room. It was now Summer Slam and I was back. Going after the person who started the injury for me. Training's been hard and long for me to get here. But, now I'm back and people are going to be wishing I was still gone. It was a singles match. Women to wo-well something like a women. I knew Dean would be there. Matt and Jeff also knew. They had a Tag Team Titles match later on.
"I want those belts back." Matt said. "I can't believe the Dudleyz took them from us."
"That's right, everyone lost their belts." I said.
The eight man power trip was screwed by Vince. He made sure everyone lost those belts. Austin is now the World Wrestling Federation Champion, but that was on his own accord. No one helped him. But, Vince made it impossible for Rocky to hold onto the Hardcore Title. He faced Rhyno, but everyone who ran out during that match was a challenge for the worn out Rock. Edge lost his European Title to Test. Christian's Light-Heavy Weight Belt is now in the hands on Dean. He only won because Vince told the ref he'd fire him if he yelled at Perry for doing anything. Jericho's ICU Title is now fitting comfortably around the waist of Chris Benoit. And, the Dudleyz own the Tag Team Titles.
"You're the only one who's held onto the belt this whole time." Jeff told me.
"That's because I've been out for so long."
"Well, tonight you'll prove Amy wrong. She's been going on and on about becoming the Women's Champ. That she's going to do to you what she did two months ago." Matt told me.
"Don't worry, she won't have the chance."
"Dean's gotta defend his title tonight, he's going to be careful." Jeff said. "But, I'll still be there."
"Me too." Matt added.
"Thanks." I told them.
"What are teammates for?" Jeff asked. I kissed him.
Unfortunately for us, the Hardy Boyz were the only ones who have been able to win the belts back. Vince has made sure that these belts don't come back to us. Maybe the Hardy's had something Vince liked, and he let them try for the belts.
"Everyone must envy you." I said.
"What do you mean?" Matt asked.
"Well, no one else has been able to try to win their belts back." I answered. "You have."
"Vince wants this to break up." Jeff said. "He figures if he lets us try and keep them, everyone else will get pissed and it'll all end. That won't happen since we're all smart enough to realize that's what he's doing."
"Wow, you guys really do have brains." I laughed. Matt made a face.
"Where's Matt?" Jeff asked. "Did Steph take him again?"
"No, someone who tours with us said she'd watch him while we did all this." I answered.
"Yeah, Steph can't keep taking time off because of Matt." Matt replied.
"I have to say Vince is actually letting you take it easy." Jeff said.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"You're match against Amy is only a singles match." Jeff answered. "If he really did hate you, he'd have you in a cage match and all that."
It didn't matter. I would have rather made my comeback to the WWF on Heat or something. But, I did say I'd be back on Summer Slam so I blame it on myself. It was a PPV, my belt on the line, the stakes were higher.
"Loosen up." Hunter told me.
"You've got a major match against Austin, don't you?" I asked.
"I do. Unfortunately, his WWF Title isn't on the line." He answered, a little disappointed.
"You'll get your shot." I told him. He smiled and put his arm around me. I leaned my head against his chest and felt him breath. Soon, he told me he had to go. He had to wait for Shawn to get in to talk to him about his match.
I strolled around backstage waiting for my match. I wasn't going to be with Matt and Jeff during theirs. They didn't want me to. They knew if I was to be at ring side, I'd get involved.
I watched as the Hardyz put everything into this match. Dudleyz did a 3-D. I thought it was over. But, somehow, some way, Matt put his shoulder up. I looked at the TV stunned. He crawled for the tag and Jeff went out on fire. Something had happened during the match that made Jeff pissed at D-Von. So, he yelled at Buh Buh Ray to tag him in. When he did, Jeff ripped at him. Needless to say, they won the titles back.
"Congrats!" I yelled, then kissing Jeff.
"Thank you." Jeff replied. "Now it's your turn."
"I hope so." I said. "I don't want to lose this." I held the shinny belt up.
"You won't" Chris said coming by. "You guys just had an intense match. I'll walk out with her."
"Thanks, man." Matt said, patting his back.
The two walked to the locker room to recover. Chris stood with me and watched me pace around.
"You're making me nervous, stop it." He said. He walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Everything will be fine."
"I'm trusting you." I told him.
He flashed me a goofy smile and we got ready to walk out. The fans freaked seeing us together. It was a nice touch. Then, Lita's music started. To my surprise she had Perry with her. Dean did have a match tonight.
The match began. I was so scared. I wasn't my normal risk taking self. Chris made sure that Perry didn't do anything to me. But, even the all mighty Chris Jericho can't do everything. Perry grabbed my legs as I was bouncing off the ropes and sent me falling to the ground. Y2J ran over and started beating him. But, while I was down, it gave Lita the only shot she had to win. She gave me two hard, kicks to the back and I was done. She rolled me over for the cover, and the win.
I rolled myself on my stomach and Chris ran in. He rolled me back on my back and looked down at me. I had tears rolling down.
"Are you OK?" He asked. I nodded. He picked me up and carried me to the ramp and set me down. "Can you walk?"
"Yes." I answered. I took it slow up the ramp.
"Destiny, hunny, are you all right?" Jeff asked running up to me. I nodded.
"I lost." I said.
"All that matters is that you're all right." Matt told me. "Who cares about that belt."
"I do." I said walking away.
"Two kicks can really kill someone." Jay said.
"I feel really bad. I should have been there." Chris replied.
"Didn't see it coming." Jeff told him. "You had to worry about Perry."
"Still."
I walked into the little cafeteria in the arena. Mark walked in and saw me there. He walked over to the table I was at and sat down. I didn't look up from the table.
"I saw the match." He said. "You did nothing that you should be ashamed."
"I lost, Mark." I said. "I lost my belt."
"At least you're OK." He told me. "You could have gotten hurt worse."
"It's my fault." I said. "I promised everyone I'd be back at Summer Slam, and of course Vince would put the belt on the line. I blame no one but myself."
"Yes, but if Vince wasn't such an asshole, this wouldn't have happened." Mark told me. "It's not all your fault."
I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. He sat there and let me. He didn't really know what to say. It wouldn't matter, I still blamed myself for loosing. What if I had waited until after Summer Slam, or fought on Heat before it? Taken it slow.
"Des, there you are." Jeff said.
"I think I'll go find Glenn." Mark said, and left.
"Hun, it's not your fault." Jeff told me. "You didn't nothing wrong."
"I lost, Jeff. To Amy of all people. That's wrong."
"You're letting this get to you." He said. "Look, you'll get another shot."
"Jeff, I won't get another shot. Vince hates me! Why would he give me another shot?"
"What me to talk to him?" He asked.
"No, Jeff, I'll do this all on my own."
"What do you intend to do?"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything that can get me fired." I sighed. "RAW's gonna suck tomorrow."
"It won't suck." Jeff said. I looked at him. "That bad."
"Who are you kidding? The one possession I held dearest to my heart is taken from my by some trailer trash, whore-bitch, brutal, skanky, trashbag hoe."
"Waoh, watch the words young lady." Jeff told me.
"I don't care, Jeff. I worked so hard to get that, I went through a lot of shit to keep it. And, with two cheep kicks, she took it all away."
"You're better then her, you're stronger then her, you can win it back." He took my hand. "You're making a too big a deal out of this."
"Don't you ever get pissed when you lose a belt?"
"Yes." He answered. "But not like this."
"Amy and I can't stand each other." I told him. "To lose to each other is like the ultimate hell."
"You need to calm down and move on. And, get ready for another shot." Jeff told me.
"If I ever get another shot."
It's clear I am not good at losing. But, this was Amy and the only thing I have ever gotten that meant something, so it was emotional. My emotions about the belt were sidetracked the next day but something so much worse. And, it was only the beginning.