I Don't Give A Damn

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**Casey's Promo**

"Ladies and Gentlemen, i'm standing here with the newest addition to the WWF roster, the young lady you just saw attack Jazz, India! Now, for those of you who don't know, India was a leading star in Ecw, a world renowned independent wrestler, and a lovely young lady. Firstly, India, welcome to the wwf." Michael Cole began the interview with Casey.

"Thanks Michael, its great to be here in the wwf. Its a dream come true for me to be here, but for certain people, its their worst nightmare." Casey told him, totally getting into character.

"Would one of those people be Jazz? We just saw you attack her, is their a past between you two that caused your interruption?"

"A past? You could say that. You see, Jazz, you are the one who got me fired from Ecw, all becasue you were jealous of me. You always have been and always will be. You saw the need to spread rumours about me in ECW, just to get me fired up, get a reaction out of me. Well, you did that, and you saw what I did to Steve Corino, so take that as a warning girl, i'm here now, and i'm not afraid to finish what you started all those years ago." She told the everyone, her face directed toward the camera.

Michael Cole was about to say something when Jazz turned up, the referee helping her.

"You know what, bitch?" Jazz started, selling her injury while she spoke.

"I'm glad you came to the WWF, because know I have the chance to humiliate you and kick your ass in front of a lot more people. I spread those rumours about you because they were true. You were sleeping around, and they needed to know that."

"Jazz, dear dear Jazz, when will you learn? I never slept with anyone other than Steve Corino, and everyone knew that.You spread them because you didn't want me to have more sptlight than you, tough shit, I was, am and always will be a better wrestler than you, so deal with it!!"

"She's right, you were just jealous, she was only with Steve, trust me, i'd know!" Rob told Jazz, stepping out beside Casey.

"Stay out of this, Rob, it doesn't concern you." Jazz told him, stepping back a bit.

"It concerns my best friend, it concerns me. After all, you mentioned me in those rumours, so your damn right it concerns me!"

As the bantering continued, Casey tried her best to remain India, not Casey, and keep her head in the promo.

"You know Jazz, you were right when you said you would never sleep with someone to get to the top. I mean, seriously, who the hell would sleep with you?" India asked, smiling innocently before she stepped out from Jazz's wild swing.

Suddnely, India plunged at Jazz, the two having an extremely convincing fist fight on the floor, with India having the upper hand, until Rob pulled India away, Lance Storm pulling Jazz back. The two were yelling obscenities at each other until Lance told Rob off.

"You know Rob, you really should keep your woman on a leash like the dog that she is!" He told her, a hidden wink reminding Casey it was all part of the promo.

"Dont you start with me Storm, your still hung up that I kicked your ass all the way back to Canada every time we had a match. Why dont you two try to back up all these hard words on Thursday night, your bring your asses, we'll bring our talent, which will totally kick you!" Rob told them, staring at Lance.

"Oh trust me, we'll bring it, and as for talent, what talent? You two have each other, oohh, we have the rest of the alliance we can bring in for Vince if we need to!" Jazz told them, acting proud of it.

"Oh really? Thats funny, considering every single friend of mine from ECW that was in the wwf, and a few that weren't, is on my side!" India told them, smirking evilly.

"Really? And where would they be?"Jazz asked, knowing what was coming next.

"Turn around and find out!"

Jazz and Lance turned around slowly, fear on their faces as they saw a good number of ECW guys tanding there, looking pretty angry.

"So, if I were you, i'd reconsider messing with any of us, because this little feud just got taken to the extreme, and I will take it old schoo!"

With that, India and Rob walked off, arm in arm, leaving Michael Cole smiling at them, and then laughing as Jazz and Lance Storm slowly walked away form their old ECW buddies.

**End Promo**

Jazz and Lance storm walked up to Casey and Rob and congratulated her on a great first promo. After they and all the ECW people had finished congratulating her had gone on their own way, she realised she still had her arm around Rob, and that he was staring straight at her.

She pulled her arm back and nervously started a conversation.

"Um, hey you did a great job there, thanks for helping me out with everything." She started, trying to avoid his eyes.

"No problem, you were amazing, as always. Look, about before, I ..."Rob was cut off by Casey interrupting him

"Look, can we jsut drop it, please? I didn't mean it, okay, I was just caught up in the moment and thinking of someone else. I'm sorry, but I dont want to talk about it." She walked off, wiping her tears away, kicking the first door she found.

Rob stood there this time, watching her run away, again. He was shaken out of his trance by Terry, who, along with the others, had seen what happened.

"Don't worry dude, you know she didn't mean that." Terry tried reassuring his friend.

"I hope she didn't, cos i'll die if she did."

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Later that night***

Casey dropped her bag on the bed in her hotel room. She was sharing with Amy, but she had driven her own rental car back to the hotel straight after her little scene with Rob. She had lied to him about what ahppened earlier, and now she regretted it. She didn't know why she was so afraid to let him to tell her hwat he thought. She was so scared he would say he only loved her as a best friend, and that another girl had his heart.

Sighing, she stood up and made her way into the bathroom. She studied herself in the mirror and looked disgusted. Maybe her body was the problem. Rob was always bagging her baout her body, and her lack of breats. She always thought he was joking, as he had told her, but what if he wasn't? He probably had some other girl at home, big breasted and blonde, totally beautiful, everything Casey wasn't.

God, why couldnt she be prettier or have a perfect body? Why did she have to be small, tall and athletic? Why did she have to be her? The tears of frustration clouded Casey's vision as she punched the mirror, sending glass flying everywhere, including straight into her hand. She crumpled into a ball on the floor, the tears of anger now mixing with ones of pain. She watched the blood flow from the cuts, feeling too helpless to move. So she sat their and cried, about her life, love and herself.

It was about 10 minutes later that Adam found Casey in the bathroom. He rushed to her side, seeing her crying uncontrollably. He pulled her into his strong arms, noticing the bllod flowing from her hand. Jay who had been behind Adam went and got some towels and cloth upon seeing the blood, leaving Adam to ask the questions.

"What the hell happened? Are you all right? God, please be all right. Look at me Case, what's wrong sweetie?" Adam asked, concern flashing across his handosme features.

"Upset..hate body..hate me..punched mirror..glass cut..in pain.." Casey told him in between sobs.

"God, sweetie, what have you done? Come one, get up, we'll take care of you." Adam told her, helping her to her feet.

Two hours later, Adam and Jay were explaining what happened to a very worried group of friends, pacing around the bed where Casey now slept. All the glass was removed from her hand and it was wrapped, it wouldn't need stitches, luckily. She had been upset over what happened with Rob at the arena, and punched the mirror in a moment of hatred toward herself. Adam and Jay had found her because they were rooming next door, and they had found the adjoining door unlocked upon deciding to cheer Casey up. They had phoned the others, who were getting dinner while Casey was getting her hand looked at.

That brought them to the present moment. Rob was sitting beside a sleeping Casey, gently stroking her hair. The others were watchign them all thinking the same thought: They are so right for each other, but why cant they get over it and get together?

Everyone eventually left the room to egt some sleep. Amy crawled into her own bed, sending a silent prayer upward that her best friend would be all right, and that she would realise her and Rob were meant to be.