I had beaten Taka and got my shot at the belt on Smackdown. Crash was the one who put me in the hospital, but I had fought him before and that wasn't so hard. None of the eight man power trip was at the arena that night. None of them were slated for a match.
"Good job." I heard someone say. I turned around and it was Shawn.
"Shawn." I said surprised. Shawn was a huge superstar, what was he doing here?
"We've lost touch, I know, I'm sorry." He said.
"It's all right, really it is. You're doing your thing and very well. And, I'm doing mine."
"Guess you could say that." He smiled. "Sucks my D-X idea sort of fell through. But, I have Paul on my side. I mean, I've got most of the guys."
"True."
"Just don't have X-Pac. I hate it that Vince is keeping Road Dogg down on Metal and Heat." Shawn always called him Road Dogg.
"Vince is trying to punish anyone that's said one word to us."
"He's a bastard, what can I say?"
Shawn and I talked for a while. He swore he was going to have me by his side more again. I told him it really wasn't a big deal. I told him I liked being dressed. Then, he promised to let me be me, but still be sexy at the same time. I kept telling him it was all right and I didn't mind in the least. Yeah, try telling Shawn Michaels that.
Anyway, I went to the TV to see what Jericho and everyone had to say. It was pretty funny. He was looking at the monitor kind of stunned in a way. I laughed.
"Well, in a strange turn of events, your fellow partner, Destiny, taking the place of Jeff Hardy tonight." Cole said. I was loving this.
"What can I say? The girl's amazing. She deserves the shot."
They talked for a while and soon we had to leave for RAW, which was going to be in Boston. Jeff was so happy I won and I was going to have my shot at Smackdown. I still didn't mention the match at RAW. I still had to talk to Regal. So, on the plane ride to Boston, Stephanie and I told Regal what we wanted.
"Please, it would make us very happy." I said to him.
"I can see that it would." He replied. "Honestly, I don't see why not. I mean it feeds to the story line with Amy, and brings you, Stephanie, right back into the game."
"Thank you!"
Stephanie and I hugged Regal and walked back to our seats. Jeff was awake by then and wanted to know what was up. I told him not to worry. He shrugged it off and fell back asleep. I snuck over to Matt.
"Hey." He said to me, in a whisper.
"Hi." I moved a few things around so I could sit next to him.
"Congrats again on the win last night." He told me. "You deserve the shot."
"It would be pretty cool to own the Light-Heavyweight belt and the Women's Belt." Ha, getting a little ahead of myself, Taka was the easy part, Crash was the hard part, and it wasn't even his fault. I think last chapter I might have said something about Taka being hard. Whatever, I really don't know.
"Then, all Jeff and I have to do is win those tag belts back and become the IC Champ and Euro Champ." He laughed.
"It's possible." I said. "Then, one of you has to beat Angle for the WWF Title and then the other has to become Hardcore Champ and we'll have it all." He laughed again. "What?" I asked.
"You just keep reaching for the stars, don't you?"
"I'm a dream catcher and a dream chaser, what can I say."
"No, that's a good thing." He said. "Always chase your dreams, no matter how stupid you think they are." He put his arm around me. "If I listened to everyone who told me becoming a professional wrestler was going to be a waist of time, I wouldn't be here now, and I'd probably be miserable."
Matt gave me good advice about chasing dreams and trying very hard to be satisfied in life. He said he could never be satisfied in life, but he was very content with what he's got. I felt the same way. Matt said no one really believed he and Jeff could be who they were today, and he loved shoving it in their faces.
I had gotten a whole new light on this WWF situation. Sure, it wasn't the best right now, everything was going on, but I couldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't change this for the world, and I damn well know I'd do it all over again if I had to. Matt made me realize why I was here. It may not have been so hard for me to get here like it was for them, but we were all here doing the same things for now the same reasons.
Matt's advice and talk made me feel better about myself and my place in the WWF. I was on my way to become the Light-Heavyweight Champion, if everything went to plan, I'd be the WWF Women's Champion soon, and I was loved by many. Jeff gave Kurt Angle a royal ass kicking. There was no way he'd try to do anything to me again.
I got off the plane with Matt, still talking about our dreams. It seemed very odd for us to be so into this conversation. We were spending so much time together that people started wondering. Looking back on it now, it was something we could have avoided. Something we really could have avoided. I guess I was feeling so bad about myself and who I was I needed someone to tell me I was doing all right, and Matt had no problem telling me that. I needed someone to feed my ego because I sure as hell wasn't.
The relationship Matt and I had started was something I learned from. What not to do. But, you can't stop someone who is feeling so bad about themselves, there's just no way. I'm not saying Jeff was a horrible boyfriend, he wasn't, but Matt was telling me just what I wanted to hear.
I found Jeff getting his bags. I skipped over and got mine as I saw them come out. I leaned on him and he looked down and smiled at me. I looked over and made a face at Matt. He threatened to throw one of Matthew's bags at me.
I was feeling a lot better going into RAW, I really was. Stephanie and I had our own dressing room. It was as close to the stage as possible. We put everything down and went out to kick RAW off. Stephanie's music hit, which was old Triple H's music, and we walked out together. I was trying to do the gunz, but it was weird without my music and with Stephanie just walking down.
I slide into the ring and put the ropes down with me foot for her. I got on one of the turnbuckles and did the gunz. Stephanie grabbed a mic.
"Now, I know it's been awhile since I've been in the ring. All of that is about to change. Tonight, Destiny and I have a match against Lita and Trish. Now, Trish, you and I have a lot of history together. I could never forgive you for what you did." I took the mic from Stephanie.
"Steph, it's great you're still pissed at Trish. But, let me just say one thing. Lita, I kicked your ass on RAW last week, you try and get into my business with the Hardy Boyz again, and I promise you it will be your last."
"Strong words from Destiny." Paul responded to my statement.
"I also have to say this. I have been known as Stephanie McMahon-Helmsly. Well, as of tonight, I will no longer use that gut wrenching last name. I will simply be, Stephanie Helmsly."
"Seriously words coming from the billion dollar princess." Paul replied.
We said a few things else and went backstage. It took me the whole two other matches to get Stephanie ready. She really did look like a whole different person. I was impressed with my make over skills.
"As you know, Stephanie Helmsly, as she will now be called, and Destiny kicked RAW off tonight." JR said. "Right now, we're getting ready for their tag match against Lita and Trish."
With that, my music hit. I came out first, did the taunt, and the pulled Stephanie out. The crowd, and everyone backstage, was shocked beyond belief. Steph was a great sport about it, she went with the whole thing. Doing the gunz and everything.
Lita and Trish came out next. It was the perfect match for us to start out on. I never fought along side Stephanie and she hadn't fought in a while. So, this was a perfect start for us.
I let Stephanie start first. She took it to Trish pretty good. She was trying hard to break from the "chick fighting" style that pretty much every girl in the federation uses. She was getting into this character I had created for her.
Once Trish tagged in Lita, I was freaking out on the apron to be tagged in. The match was mostly dominated by us. I had a lot of chances to pin Lita, or Trish, but I let Stephanie to the honors as she pinned Trish for the victory.
"It felt good kicking their asses." Stephanie said as we walked into our dressing room. "It was pretty funny hearing the responses of the fans when they saw me like this. And everyone backstage? Man, I wish I could have seen that."
"Well, I think I did a very good job." I said proudly.
"Just wait until it's my turn to do you." She smiled. "Man, no one's going to recognize you when I'm done with you."
We laughed over that. Stephanie didn't really change out of what she was wearing. She was a Hardy for the whole night basically. We left the locker room to go converse with everyone else. They were in our usually locker room number.
"Gentlemen, I present to you, the new Stephanie Helmsly for the night." I said and she walked through the door.
"Thank you, thank you." She replied.
"Wow, is all I can say." Chris said. "You could have told us about this."
"Why? It wouldn't have been fun." I replied. I smiled. "I did a good job, didn't I?"
"Nice match." Matt told us.
"Oh! Paul, I have to talk to you about something." I said. I looked at him. "How long have you and Stephanie been you and Stephanie?" I asked. "And, don't look at me like you have no idea what I'm talking about." He couldn't deny it now.
"Uh, well." He started. Everyone looked at him and smiled. He was caught. "Awhile."
"Awhile? Steph, how long is awhile?" I asked her.
"About two years, two and half years or so." She answered proudly. Paul was defiantly caught. A camera man came into our room. It was time to act.
"How in the blue hell did you get Stephanie to do that?" Rocky asked me.
"I can get people to do whatever I want." I answered. "But, enough about that. Has anyone seen Kurt?"
"Destiny, you have nothing to worry about." Hunter said. "Kurt's not dumb enough to mess with you again."
"Yeah, after Jeff's royal ass kicking, he's a totally gearbox if he tries anything." Edge added. Christian just laughed in response.
"If you want, I'll hang with you for the rest of RAW." Jericho said. "I don't have a match, and I know you're boyfriend here's aching in places he didn't know ached." He looked at Jeff, who was sitting down. "I have you covered. Don't worry."
"Hey, aching brother, lets go. I got my match." Matt said. He and Jeff left the room.
"Jericho, I appreciate it and all, but I know you have some commentary to do tonight. You're kinda the third man out there." I said.
"I can give that up, it's not big deal."
"No, no, go out there and do what you have to. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
With that, I left. And, there was a commercial. I said good-bye to everyone and went to my next destination. Chris was commentating the rest of RAW tonight. Matt had his match next, Rocky had a match with Triple H against Austin and Test. Christian had a solo match against Buh Buh Ray Dudley and Edge was going to be with him. So, it was a full roster for the Alliance.
When the commercials ended, RAW came back with the APA playing a game of poker and drinking beers. I knocked at there door.
"Come in." Bradshaw said. I walked in. "Well, if it isn't Destiny."
"Hey boys." I said with a smile. "Remember way back when I came to you with that suitcase full of cash asking for protection?"
"Yeah, I remember. We said no deal, we'd do it on the house for ya. Is Kurt giving you problems?" Faarooq asked me.
"No, no I haven't seen him yet. But, since we had that agreement, would you mind in sort of watching over me for the rest of the night, just in case?" asked. "And, if I like what you do for me, would you mind terribly as to being my personal body guards?"
"Us?" Bradshaw asked. "Don't you have some sort of Alliance or something to watch over you? Not that we wouldn't mind, we don't at all."
"I do have Triple H, The Rock, and a lot of other people on my side, but no one is like the APA." I said. "You guys are like the best at protecting people. I just need you for a few days, that's all. You'll get your money, I promise. Just until I know Kurt's out of the picture for good."
"Like we said, it's on the house, you don't have to pay us a dime." Faarooq said.
"We'll watch over you for as long as you like." Bradshaw added.
"Thank you boys so much." I said with a smile.
"Pull up a chair, we need another player." Bradshaw put a beer down and stared dealing the cards.
"You just saw Destiny asking the heavy guns for some protection against Kurt Angle." JR said.
"The APA are in my mind, the best to go to in times like these." Paul replied. "But, why would she go to them when she has Triple H and The Rock on her side, when she's pretty good friends with The Undertaker and Kane?"
"Well, she did say she thought they were the best at protecting people, and she's right." JR answered. "Kurt Angle is still recovering for the match against Jeff Hardy on Smackdown." Hardy Boyz music hit.
"And here's Matt Hardy now, along with brother Jeff." Paul said. "Jeff's got a lot of guts coming out here after that Xtreme match against Kurt Angle."
"I'll say. But, he's showing support for his brother Matt as Matt takes on Justin Credible one on one."
I hung out with the APA pretty much all night. After Matt beat Justin Credible, the cameras went back to me with the APA.
"I won again." I said.
"How in the-?" Bradshaw asked.
"I'm the best." I smiled. "Don't worry, you can keep your cash." Then, the cameras switched to our Alliance.
"Hunter, you and Rocky should be worrying about your match, not who Destiny is seeking protection from." Stephanie said.
"I don't see what's wrong with us." Hunter replied. "I mean, Rocky, we're big, we're strong, we're that damn good."
"The Rock understands why you're so upset. The Rock is upset himself. You see, The Rock cares for Destiny like you do, Triple H. And, The Rock hates to see Destiny running around with the APA. But, The Rock also understands why Destiny is running around with the APA. You see, Triple H, the APA are the protection agency around here. They're not good enough to fight in the ring. So, let Destiny hang around the APA. The Rock doesn't fear that the APA are going to take the place of The Rock, or you, Triple H. The APA are just pieces of trailer park trash. Not good enough to compete with athletes like The Rock and Triple H. Don't take this ass whipping personally? Well, maybe The Rock and Triple H should show the APA what an ass whipping really is, if you smell what The Rock is cooking."
Hunter nodded at the comment. Ah, yes, a new tag team for them to kill. It was a good story line. Hate the APA. Yippy. Anyways, I did stay there the whole night. At their tag match, Rocky and Triple H made it known that they weren't happy of the APA.
"Now, Kurt, where ever you are, I hope you're listening." Hunter started off. "After the ass kicking you got from Jeff Hardy, I don't think you're dumb enough to try anything else with Destiny. But, if your small brain is thinking of trying to put your hands on her, you'll get an ass kicking from The Rock and myself. And, if you thought Jeff's ass kicking was hard, wait until you see what we have in mind." He paused as the crowd cheered and screamed. "But, Kurt, believe it or not, you're not the only one we're a little mad at. Faarooq and Bradshaw, the APA, how dare you step in on our Alliance? We can take care of Destiny ourselves." Rocky took the mic.
"The Rock can understand if you're not good enough to fight in the ring. All the millions, and millions of The Rock's fans understand if you're not good enough to fight in the ring. And, all of the superstars backstage understand that you're not good enough in the ring. That's why you jabronies have your little protection thing going on. Because you can't fight in the ring. The Rock knows this because The Rock's seen how crappy you fight. Well, you want to cash in on the Alliance's success, fine, you protect Destiny, you protect her well. Because, if you screw up just this once, The Rock's going to take his left boot and his right boot and stick them straight up your candy asses!"
The crowd enjoyed Rock's little speech. Triple H went back on the mic. "Rocky, you forgot one thing. Who's going to protect them from us? Because, I sure as hell don't like the fact that they've taken Destiny."
"Triple H, The Rock has an idea. Lets wait until they mess up, we'll bust them so bad-"
Stone Cold's music cut them off. The two men were pissed that Austin cut them off. Rocky passed around the room as Hunter stood there and eyed him. When he got to the end of the ramp, Test's music started.
While they were doing their match, I was backstage thinking of things to say in response to The Rock and Triple H. It was an amazing match. Rocky and Hunter won, but man, Austin and Test did great together.
That was the final match. So, I couldn't respond to their words. Faarooq and Bradshaw walked with me to my car. I sat on the hood of the car and started talking with them.
"I couldn't give you one logical reason why Kurt's acting this way. I couldn't." Bradshaw said. "It's pointless and immature."
"I know I've noticed a change in your personality." Faarooq replied. "Keep your head up."
"It's just so weird." I said. "Coming into the WWF I didn't have a problem with him. Sure, he was a pain in the ass, but I respected him, a lot. He's an amazing wrestler, and you can't take that from him. I wish I knew why all of this was happening."
"You're never going to know." Faarooq told me.
"I see your gang coming." Bradshaw told me. I got off the hood of the car and greeted Jeff with a light hug.
"Thanks you guys." Paul told them. "Means a lot."
"It's nothing." Faarooq replied. "Can't wait for this to boil over in the ring." He smiled.
"It will." Dwayne told him. "It will soon enough." Dwayne gave him a smile. I got in the frontseat of the car. Jeff wanted the back so he could lay down. We had rented a mini-van since we now how Matthew. Jeff went in the back back and I put Matthew in one of the seats behind me.
"Do you think Kurt will try anything else?" I asked Matt.
"I don't know. I hope not." He answered. "I just don't understand why someone would want to hurt you like that. I just don't understand it at all. It makes me really angry that he would want to hurt someone like you, someone who doesn't deserve it at all." I smiled as Matt went on. He was getting angry. "Where I grew up, and how I grew up, you just don't treat a lady like that, no way. I'd rather die a thousand deaths before treating a lady like that. I guess you could say it's the southern style, but whatever it is, you just don't go around doing that."
"It's sweet of you to say all this." I told Matt. "It really is, and it means a lot to me. Never let go of that southern style." I smiled. "That smooth southern style."
I carried my sleeping son to our room, Jeff was trailing behind. When I got in the room, I putt Matthew down in his bed and started getting into my PJs. Jeff sat down on our bed.
"You and Matt are getting pretty close." He said to me.
"Yeah, we are." I replied. "He's a sweet boy. It has to be in the genes because you and your brother, and your father are the sweetest men I have ever met." I kissed him lightly on the top of his head.
"I'm glad you think that." He said. He looked down.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No, nothing." He answered. "Just been noticing how you and Matt are always talking together."
"Oh, hun." I said. I sat on his lap. "Jeff, I love you. Matt's become a brother to me. Has that been bothering you?"
"No, not at all." He answered. He laughed to reassure me nothing was wrong. "I'm happy you and Matt are close. I'm glad he's like family."
I smiled and kissed his cheek. I crawled into the bed and closed my eyes. I felt Jeff get off the bed, but I didn't feel him get into it. When I woke up, he was sitting in a chair looking out the window. I wondered if he had gone to bed that night.
"Something bothering you, babe?" I asked.
"Nah, thinking." He answered. "Thinking about how tonight you're going to be the new WWF Light-Heavyweight Champ."
"If all goes well." I said.
"Why wouldn't it? You deserve the shot." He smiled and got on the bed.
"Did you sleep at all last night?"
"Yeah, I did. I just went out to get a drink at the bar last night."
"You got a drink?" I asked somewhat surprised.
"Yeah, it was nothing." He answered. He got up. "I'm going in the shower."
I sat up and pulled the T-shirt over my knees. I sat there for a while. Mainly thinking about when Kurt would return and what he would do. I was telling myself he wouldn't do anything, and at the same time I was thinking he would do it worse.
I told myself to not worry about it until he came back. So, instead I started working on a game plan to beat Crash for the Light-Heavyweight Title. I wanted to showcase my riskiness. I did that almost every night, so it wasn't go to be so hard to do that.
When Jeff came out, he told me to go in. We were driving to the next location. It wasn't going to be that far. It was in Orlando. I went into the shower. Jeff came back in the bathroom and brushed his teeth.
"When do you think you'll be back in the ring?" I asked him.
"Don't know." He answered. "I'm sore as hell."
"Maybe you should just hang backstage tonight." I told him. "Don't take it personal. I'd just feel a lot better knowing you weren't in danger."
"If you don't want me to be there, I won't." He answered.
"It's not that I don't want you there, I just don't want you to get hurt."
"I understand." He said. "I'm not offended."
"Good."
I was a lot happier that we were driving to Orlando. So was Adam and Jay. As Jeff, Matt, and myself were packing the van up, Adam and Jay asked to follow us. I was listening to my diskman. I had "Vitaolgy" in by Pearl Jam and had it on shuffle. I was sitting in the car when "Betterman" came one.
"She lies when she says she's in love with him, but she can't find a better man. She dreams in color she dreams in red, but she can't find a better man." I sang to myself. I looked up in the rearview mirror and saw Matt's eyes. He made eye contact with me and smiled at me. I got a weird feeling in my stomach. This song is really about a guy that abuses his girlfriend. But, what if I say I'm in love with Jeff because I cant' find a better man? And, what if that better man is Matt?
I looked straight a head and skipped the song. I scared myself. Matt, a better man than Jeff? Hell no, it just couldn't be. I mean, no one is so much like me like Jeff is. But, Matt has been there for me in a lot of ways. And, Matt gives great advice, and Matt's been really good to me and about this baby situation. But, Matt couldn't be a better man, could he?
I decided to look at Adam and Jay in the car behind us. See what they were doing. Jay was in the passengers seat, making faces at me. I responded with my own. Jeff turned around.
"What are you doing?" He asked me.
"Making fun of dumb and dumber." I answered, not turning around.
"Oh." He said. He turned back around and started talking to Matt. I turned my diskman up and couldn't hear them. Soon, I feel asleep. I dreamt about "Betterman" and what I was thinking about. Matt could, in no way be better than Jeff. I mean, Jeff is everything I could ever want in a guy.
When I woke up, "Betterman" was on again. I guess it repeats after it goes through all the songs. I turned the CD off and sat up. Jeff was asleep in the front seat and Matt was singing along to "Given To Fly" off "Yield" by none other than Pearl Jam. I moved up from the back back seat to the middle seat.
"How's the trip going?" I asked.
"I'm glad you're awake. I was in a car full of sleeping people." He said with a smile. "Matthew was my company, then he fell asleep."
"Are we almost there?"
"Yeah, we should be there in an hour or so." He answered. "You were sleeping for a while."
"I was?"
"Yeah, an hour at least." He answered. "I saw you back there when you were awake, is everything all right?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You looked like you had seen a ghost."
"Nothing's bothering me. I'm fine." I told him.
"Good to hear." He said. "Hey, you have that title match against Crash tonight."
"I know." I replied. Also, Stephanie and I were going to kick off Smackdown by announcing the match at Unforgiven. I was going to be a prep.
"Nervous?"
"Not really." I answered. "Fear's only a four letter word."
He laughed. "That it is." He stopped the CD. "Can you hand me 'Vitaolgy'?" I picked it up and he put it in. He went right to "Betterman". Thanks, Matt, really. I sat back and looked out the window. "Is something bothering you? I know something's wrong."
"I'm thinking." I answered.
"Thinking depresses people."
"Is that why you don't do it?"
"Ye-hey!" He said. "Well, it would depend on what you're thinking about."
"Well, lets just say what I'm thinking about is depressing me." I told him. I sighed.
"Want to tell me?"
"Not really." I answered. "This is something I need to work out with myself."
Matt didn't say anything about that. Matt was also in the mood for that song. He played it about four times. Then, Jeff woke up, and made him put on "Nothingman". Thank God for that. If that song would have played one more time I think I would have screamed or something.
"Is everything OK with you?" Jeff asked me. God the one time that I wanted to be left alone everyone decides that they want to care about me.
"Yeah, everything is fine." I said not paying much attention to him. I looked over at Matthew, he looked so much like his father that sometimes it scared me. Now looking at Matthew made me think even harder. I mean, Matt and I did have a child together, was that supposed to mean anything? One night of fun turned into a lifetime of responsibility. And Matt and I were handling it all really well. But Matt be a better man then Jeff? I asked myself again. It can't be though, Jeff was meant for me, or was he?
I stayed quiet all the way to the arena, not paying attention to everyone's questions, they would think I was crazy anyway. Everyone knew how in love Jeff and I are, or were. Trying to concentrate on the show that night was unbelievable hard. It hadn't been this hard since I found out that I was pregnant. I had enough going on in my life to drive any person crazy, but to question my love for Jeff was the final straw to my little sanity.
"Are you still thinking?" Matt asked me while we were sitting in the locker room.
"Yes I am, and it's not helping me at all."
"So don't do it."
"Easier said then done."
"OK so how about I take you out somewhere and you forget about whatever's bothering you?"
"After the show?"
"Yeah, we can go to a little dinner, celebrate you winning the Light-Heavyweight belt."
"I don't think so." In my mind I was thinking go ahead and spend time with him, but I knew that could be dangerous. "I would love to and all, but I don't feel up to it. I'll take a rain check on that one."
"I'll hold you that." He said and smiled. When he smiled I felt my stomach sink. None of this was good at all.
I walked out to go get changed, and maybe even focus on what I was supposed to be doing for the show. Stephanie was waiting for me. A dress in hand.
"I've got this thing that will strip all that dye out of your hair and return you to a natural, um, what's your natural hair color?"
"Brunette." I told her.
She dolled me up, make up too. This is what you get for turning a prep into a freak. Stephanie said I looked amazing, but I thought I looked funny. She dragged me to the curtain. Her music hit and we walked out. Man oh man, did I feel weird.
"Here comes Mrs. Stephanie Helmsly." Michael Cole said. "And, is that Destiny?" I was blushing so bad. "On RAW Stephanie came out looking like Destiny, and tonight, Destiny is looking like Stephanie!"
I couldn't slide into the ring like I always do. I stood in the middle of the ring as Stephanie got a microphone.
"What do you think?" She asked. "I did a wonderful job, didn't I?" She paused to let the crowd responded. "Unforgiven is in three weeks. And, at Unforgiven you will see the Hardy Boyz take on the Dudley Boyz and Destiny take on Lita. But, it will be a six man tag match. Let me explain. It will go like all the other six man tag matches. But, if a Hardy Boy pins a Dudley, that doesn't end the match. After a Hardy pins a Dudley, or Destiny pins Lita, the match still continues. So, lets say Jeff pins Buh Buh Ray. He and Matt are done with that match and Destiny and Lita still go on. Understand?" I took the mic.
"I understand real well." I answered. "Going into Unforgiven I will be the Light-Heavyweight Champ. Leaving Unforgiven I will also be the WWF's Women's Champ."
We left the ring. Jeff was there waiting for me. He just looked at me.
"Wow, you look amazing." He said.
"Thank you." I replied. We walked to our locker room with everyone else.
"Damn girl." Adam told me. I sat down to get ready for my match against Crash.
"You look really good, Destiny." Matt told me. He said down next to me.
"Thanks, Matt." I said with a smile. He patter my shoulder and got up.
I finished getting ready and had a match left before mine. I left the locker room to go and think about what I was going to do. As I was thinking about what I was going to do, I walked to the curtain to get ready. Crash was standing there. He wished me good luck.
He went out first. When I came out, the crowd went nuts, like always. I slid into the ring and did my thing. I stood there, one on one, with Crash.
I was dominating the whole match. I mean really dominating the mach. I should have one the match. I was going up for a Swanton Bomb. That's when I felt someone push me off. That someone was Kurt Angle. I hit my head on the canvas the wrong way and blanked out. When I woke up I saw Kurt being chased up the ramp with the APA behind him and Crash holding high the belt he won.
I rolled over onto my back and tried to get up, I felt so dizzy and just fell back down. Matt came running down the ramp and picked me up and carried me out.
"I lost, Matt." I told him as he carried me up the ramp.
"It wasn't your fault." Matt told me.
He brought me to the first aid room to be checked out. He stayed with me the whole time. Jeff came in, with everyone else. I was fine. Jeff held onto my hand. And kept saying he was sorry about the whole belt situation. I called Matt over.
"I think I'm going to take you up on that offer." I told him.
He smiled. "Good."