A/N: Amy really wanted to know what Nami's lil' secret is? Ya have to find
out! And, I'm gonna string Nami with other guys until I'm satisfied. Why DO
YOU ALL WANT JEFF AND NAOMI TOGETHER ANYWAY!? Now, on to the story.
"Nami, hey Nami, are you all right, girl?" Trish asked her friend worriedly. Naomi had been pacing the room at least ten times and it was making HER dizzy.
"How am I going to tell him? How am I going to face him?" Trish could hear her friend muttering something at the corner of her mouth.
"Nami, if you don't tell me what's going on, I can't help you in any way," Trish sighed. Naomi turned to look at her, as if she'd just noticed that Trish was just there.
"Trish. oh Trish. I don't know what to do!" Naomi wailed, tears starting to form in her eyes. She walked over to where Trish was sitting on the bed and poured out her problems. When the brunette had finished, Trish was gaping and wide-eyed.
"You're what!? Who did this to you!?" Trish exclaimed. Naomi pointed wordlessly to the picture on the table beside her hotel bed. The picture showed Naomi with her arms around a brown-haired guy. Both of them were smiling and looking at the camera, the side of their heads pressing onto each other's.
"Who's this?" Trish's breath caught sharply as she picked up the picture.
"He was my ex-boyfriend before I came here, Denny Jackson. He was the one, who made me like this," Naomi mumbled, her voice muffled, from the bed. Trish dissolved in the news. What kind of a person was Denny to make Naomi caught in this bad situation?
"Tell me everything about him," Trish said firmly. The brunette nodded slowly and told Trish all about Denny from his past to her final breakup with him. When she'd finished, Trish looked thoughtful.
"Have you told Jeff about this?" Trish asked, making eye contact. Naomi's eyes widened.
"No! I don't want him to know! Please, Trish! Don't tell him! I don't want to stay in the locker room if he finds out!" Naomi pleaded. Trish looked at her friend. If she was in this kind of state, she sure wouldn't want to be in a locker room and watched her friends' debut.
"Oh all right, but you HAVE to tell him someday. If he finds out, YOU'RE in trouble!" Trish advised. Naomi nodded mutely and watched as Trish left. She brooded over her problem until her cell phone rang shrilly, startling her.
"He-hello?" she said into the phone, almost like a whisper.
"Have you told him yet, you bitch!?" the man growled again.
"No, Denny! I haven't! I need time!" Naomi cried into the phone.
"You better tell him soon, bitch! That baby in there isn't going to live if you keep up with those matches!" Denny snarled back.
"Hey! It's my job! You were the one responsible for this!" she shot back, agitated. There was a tensed silence between the two of them.
"Remember, time's running out," Denny growled before hanging up. Naomi tried her best to control her tears.
If she cried now, people would get suspicious and ask her why she'd been crying. She stood up and walked to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. Reluctantly, she forced herself to look in the mirror. Her hand moved down to her stomach and rubbed it lightly. She couldn't believe it either. Denny had just called her a week ago and said that she was. pregnant? How could she be pregnant? She hadn't slept with him or maybe she had. But that was years ago. So how could she be pregnant now? She walked back to the bed and started to change. Naomi slipped on a long-sleeved V- neck shirt, dark blue jeans and matching boots. After securing her belt around her waist, she grabbed her duffel bag that contained her everyday stuff. She opened the door and found Jeff waiting for her.
"Ready to go?" he asked as she locked her room door.
"Yeah, I guess so," Naomi replied softly. The two walked down the hallway and met up with the other wrestlers in the lobby.
"I was so worried about you! Did he call again?" Trish whispered as Naomi stood next to her. The girl could only nod mutely as they piled into the bus that would take them to the arena. Luckily, Trish was the one who was sitting with her.
"Nami, what did he say?" Trish asked.
"He told me about everything I needed to know. Trish, I don't know what I'll do!" she exclaimed, frustrated.
"Maybe you should go to a doctor and ask a doctor. This Denny could be lying," Trish wriggled her nose.
"Maybe, but I guess I'll take your advice. Can you accompany me?" Naomi asked her best friend.
"Sure! I'm your friend, remember?" Trish replied, earning a hug from the elated Naomi. The two became so absorbed talking about clothes later, that they didn't notice that they had arrived to the arena. The wrestlers all filed into the building that was their arena, eagerly preparing for their matches. The Divas all shared a locker room so there was no confusion. Naomi was the first to make a beeline for the room and to her own locker.
"Hey Trish, is Nami all right?" Lisa Marie asked curiously. (A/N: In case you don't know, Lisa Marie is Victoria.)
"She's fine, she might be a little nervous," Trish replied quickly. Lisa Marie looked a little more curious but shrugged and left Trish alone.
"She's pregnant, ain't she?" Stacy asked Trish quietly.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Trish answered even quieter. Stacy shrugged.
"Lucky guess," she said and sauntered off. Trish went to her locker and dumped her stuff in there. Naomi was pulling on her black armbands. She'd changed her clothes into a black tank top, but still the same jeans but black combat boots.
"You're wresting tonight?" Trish asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, intergender tag team match with Jeff against Nora and Nowinski," Naomi nodded.
"But what about-?" Trish began worriedly.
"I'll be fine, I'll take care of myself," Naomi interrupted her.
"Team 2Xtreme, Molly and Chris, you people are on in five minutes," the intercom voice announced.
"Trish! I gotta go, we'll go to that doctor later, ok?" Naomi said, turning a little pale.
"Hey, good luck, ok? Don't do anything too serious," Trish said and turned on the television.
Jeff looked at his tag team partner, who looked a little pale and nervous. She was looking great but she looked flustered, as if something was bothering her.
"Hey Nami, you all right?" he asked worriedly. Naomi looked at him and smiled faintly.
"I-I'll be fine," she stuttered. Their entrance music came on and the two walked out. Jeff took his time while Naomi saluted to the fans (A/N: If you did watch RAW when it had the Casket Match and return of HBK, that thing Jeff did to his fans when he entered? Yeah, that one.)
"Entering the ring for the intergender tag team match, weighing a total of 415 pounds, known as Team 2Xtreme, Jeff Hardy and Naomi Williams!!!" Lillian announced. Naomi gave Lillian a small smile before climbing up the posts to make her presence known.
Then, Molly's entrance video came on and some of the crowd booed. She had a scowl on her face, which in Naomi's opinion, made her look as if she'd seen someone strip in front of her purposely. (A/N: IMO, Nora looks better as a blond than a brunette.)
"And their tag team opponent and one-half of her team, Molly Holly!!" Lillian's voice rang out around the arena. Shortly, Christopher's annoying music came on.
"Her tag team partner, weighing 270 pounds, Christopher Nowinski!!!" Lillian said and exited the ring.
"You go first, I'll warm up," Jeff muttered to Naomi, who nodded and looked at Molly.
A little nervous, Naomi circled the ring with Molly looking at her intently. She charged forward and grabbed her onto a headlock.
"Trish told me about that. I'll be gentle," Molly muttered. Naomi nodded slightly.
Molly did try her best to restrain from going too extremely rough. She did a nice German suplex, which gave much back pain. But Naomi reversed and did a Suplex on her. Molly managed to tag Nowinski in and Naomi gave him two clotheslines before tagging Jeff in. Jeff did get into the action, with a clothesline but Nowinski did retaliate with a mean block. He managed a DDT but Jeff couldn't take it anymore and tagged Naomi in. The girl was petrified but went in anyways. She was scared. She'd wrestled with guys, yes, but Christopher Nowinski?! She tried her best and something but she always almost got hit. Finally, she managed a spinning heel kick that sent Chris down. He tagged in Molly, who immediately got into the action. She did manage a 1-2- but Naomi kicked out, clutching the back of her neck and rolling on the ring. Molly stepped her hair and grabbed her hands, pulling her hair painfully, leaving poor Naomi to kick and scream out with pain. Molly did this thrice before doing the three counts. It was painful but Naomi did her best to bear it. Feeling a little angry, she did the same to Molly, only it was four times. Chris interfered but the referee called him back and prepped him. This gave Jeff and Naomi a chance to double team. Crouching down, Naomi ran up and stepped on top of Jeff's back to deliver a nice Poetry in Motion. The referee called Jeff to go stand behind the ropes. Chris didn't have enough time to interfere. Naomi did the three counts. 1-2-shoulder up! Damn, Molly was too good! Unfortunately, she took too much time looking at Molly to fight. Molly tagged Chris in but Chris had hit Naomi before she could tag Jeff in. He hit two elbow drops and one German suplex before Naomi could roll over and tag Jeff in.
Jeff did three clotheslines and hit his own Twist of Fate. Chris kicked out on the three counts, furiously enraging Jeff. Jeff did the Knife-Edge Chop and cornered Chris on his team's turnbuckle, repeating kicking him while Naomi secretly choked Chris with the rope. Jeff dragged Chris to another corner but Chris retaliated and dragged Jeff to the corner. Luckily, Jeff jumped and tackled Chris down from the top rope. 1-2-shoulder up! Chris was still energetic. Naomi tried to get in. Big mistake. Molly came in and ganged up on Jeff. The referee called her back and Naomi took this chance to interfere and gang up on Chris. She crouched down and Jeff hit the Whisper in the Wind on Chris. Molly had kept the referee well distracted and Jeff could hit the Swanton Bomb on Chris. The referee came back just in time to referee the match. 1-2-shoulder up! Damn! Chris tagged Molly in and Jeff tagged Naomi in. The girls got into a catfight but in the end, Naomi got the control. She hit a nice DDT on her own and managed Stratusfaction, thanks to Trish for teaching her. Molly seemed to be knocked out so Naomi climbed up the top rope and hit a Moonsault on her. Molly shuddered slightly and Naomi did the three counts. 1-2-3! The bell rang and Team 2Xtreme were the winners.
"And here's your winner, Team 2Xtreme, Jeff Hardy and Naomi Williams!!!" Lillian announced. Naomi walked up the ramp, as the music played, clutching her stomach painfully and walked up with Jeff.
A/N: Aha! What's happening here? Naomi's pregnant! Or is she? Did she get a miscarriage because of the moonsault? Find out in Chapter 17! Byez!
"Nami, hey Nami, are you all right, girl?" Trish asked her friend worriedly. Naomi had been pacing the room at least ten times and it was making HER dizzy.
"How am I going to tell him? How am I going to face him?" Trish could hear her friend muttering something at the corner of her mouth.
"Nami, if you don't tell me what's going on, I can't help you in any way," Trish sighed. Naomi turned to look at her, as if she'd just noticed that Trish was just there.
"Trish. oh Trish. I don't know what to do!" Naomi wailed, tears starting to form in her eyes. She walked over to where Trish was sitting on the bed and poured out her problems. When the brunette had finished, Trish was gaping and wide-eyed.
"You're what!? Who did this to you!?" Trish exclaimed. Naomi pointed wordlessly to the picture on the table beside her hotel bed. The picture showed Naomi with her arms around a brown-haired guy. Both of them were smiling and looking at the camera, the side of their heads pressing onto each other's.
"Who's this?" Trish's breath caught sharply as she picked up the picture.
"He was my ex-boyfriend before I came here, Denny Jackson. He was the one, who made me like this," Naomi mumbled, her voice muffled, from the bed. Trish dissolved in the news. What kind of a person was Denny to make Naomi caught in this bad situation?
"Tell me everything about him," Trish said firmly. The brunette nodded slowly and told Trish all about Denny from his past to her final breakup with him. When she'd finished, Trish looked thoughtful.
"Have you told Jeff about this?" Trish asked, making eye contact. Naomi's eyes widened.
"No! I don't want him to know! Please, Trish! Don't tell him! I don't want to stay in the locker room if he finds out!" Naomi pleaded. Trish looked at her friend. If she was in this kind of state, she sure wouldn't want to be in a locker room and watched her friends' debut.
"Oh all right, but you HAVE to tell him someday. If he finds out, YOU'RE in trouble!" Trish advised. Naomi nodded mutely and watched as Trish left. She brooded over her problem until her cell phone rang shrilly, startling her.
"He-hello?" she said into the phone, almost like a whisper.
"Have you told him yet, you bitch!?" the man growled again.
"No, Denny! I haven't! I need time!" Naomi cried into the phone.
"You better tell him soon, bitch! That baby in there isn't going to live if you keep up with those matches!" Denny snarled back.
"Hey! It's my job! You were the one responsible for this!" she shot back, agitated. There was a tensed silence between the two of them.
"Remember, time's running out," Denny growled before hanging up. Naomi tried her best to control her tears.
If she cried now, people would get suspicious and ask her why she'd been crying. She stood up and walked to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. Reluctantly, she forced herself to look in the mirror. Her hand moved down to her stomach and rubbed it lightly. She couldn't believe it either. Denny had just called her a week ago and said that she was. pregnant? How could she be pregnant? She hadn't slept with him or maybe she had. But that was years ago. So how could she be pregnant now? She walked back to the bed and started to change. Naomi slipped on a long-sleeved V- neck shirt, dark blue jeans and matching boots. After securing her belt around her waist, she grabbed her duffel bag that contained her everyday stuff. She opened the door and found Jeff waiting for her.
"Ready to go?" he asked as she locked her room door.
"Yeah, I guess so," Naomi replied softly. The two walked down the hallway and met up with the other wrestlers in the lobby.
"I was so worried about you! Did he call again?" Trish whispered as Naomi stood next to her. The girl could only nod mutely as they piled into the bus that would take them to the arena. Luckily, Trish was the one who was sitting with her.
"Nami, what did he say?" Trish asked.
"He told me about everything I needed to know. Trish, I don't know what I'll do!" she exclaimed, frustrated.
"Maybe you should go to a doctor and ask a doctor. This Denny could be lying," Trish wriggled her nose.
"Maybe, but I guess I'll take your advice. Can you accompany me?" Naomi asked her best friend.
"Sure! I'm your friend, remember?" Trish replied, earning a hug from the elated Naomi. The two became so absorbed talking about clothes later, that they didn't notice that they had arrived to the arena. The wrestlers all filed into the building that was their arena, eagerly preparing for their matches. The Divas all shared a locker room so there was no confusion. Naomi was the first to make a beeline for the room and to her own locker.
"Hey Trish, is Nami all right?" Lisa Marie asked curiously. (A/N: In case you don't know, Lisa Marie is Victoria.)
"She's fine, she might be a little nervous," Trish replied quickly. Lisa Marie looked a little more curious but shrugged and left Trish alone.
"She's pregnant, ain't she?" Stacy asked Trish quietly.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Trish answered even quieter. Stacy shrugged.
"Lucky guess," she said and sauntered off. Trish went to her locker and dumped her stuff in there. Naomi was pulling on her black armbands. She'd changed her clothes into a black tank top, but still the same jeans but black combat boots.
"You're wresting tonight?" Trish asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, intergender tag team match with Jeff against Nora and Nowinski," Naomi nodded.
"But what about-?" Trish began worriedly.
"I'll be fine, I'll take care of myself," Naomi interrupted her.
"Team 2Xtreme, Molly and Chris, you people are on in five minutes," the intercom voice announced.
"Trish! I gotta go, we'll go to that doctor later, ok?" Naomi said, turning a little pale.
"Hey, good luck, ok? Don't do anything too serious," Trish said and turned on the television.
Jeff looked at his tag team partner, who looked a little pale and nervous. She was looking great but she looked flustered, as if something was bothering her.
"Hey Nami, you all right?" he asked worriedly. Naomi looked at him and smiled faintly.
"I-I'll be fine," she stuttered. Their entrance music came on and the two walked out. Jeff took his time while Naomi saluted to the fans (A/N: If you did watch RAW when it had the Casket Match and return of HBK, that thing Jeff did to his fans when he entered? Yeah, that one.)
"Entering the ring for the intergender tag team match, weighing a total of 415 pounds, known as Team 2Xtreme, Jeff Hardy and Naomi Williams!!!" Lillian announced. Naomi gave Lillian a small smile before climbing up the posts to make her presence known.
Then, Molly's entrance video came on and some of the crowd booed. She had a scowl on her face, which in Naomi's opinion, made her look as if she'd seen someone strip in front of her purposely. (A/N: IMO, Nora looks better as a blond than a brunette.)
"And their tag team opponent and one-half of her team, Molly Holly!!" Lillian's voice rang out around the arena. Shortly, Christopher's annoying music came on.
"Her tag team partner, weighing 270 pounds, Christopher Nowinski!!!" Lillian said and exited the ring.
"You go first, I'll warm up," Jeff muttered to Naomi, who nodded and looked at Molly.
A little nervous, Naomi circled the ring with Molly looking at her intently. She charged forward and grabbed her onto a headlock.
"Trish told me about that. I'll be gentle," Molly muttered. Naomi nodded slightly.
Molly did try her best to restrain from going too extremely rough. She did a nice German suplex, which gave much back pain. But Naomi reversed and did a Suplex on her. Molly managed to tag Nowinski in and Naomi gave him two clotheslines before tagging Jeff in. Jeff did get into the action, with a clothesline but Nowinski did retaliate with a mean block. He managed a DDT but Jeff couldn't take it anymore and tagged Naomi in. The girl was petrified but went in anyways. She was scared. She'd wrestled with guys, yes, but Christopher Nowinski?! She tried her best and something but she always almost got hit. Finally, she managed a spinning heel kick that sent Chris down. He tagged in Molly, who immediately got into the action. She did manage a 1-2- but Naomi kicked out, clutching the back of her neck and rolling on the ring. Molly stepped her hair and grabbed her hands, pulling her hair painfully, leaving poor Naomi to kick and scream out with pain. Molly did this thrice before doing the three counts. It was painful but Naomi did her best to bear it. Feeling a little angry, she did the same to Molly, only it was four times. Chris interfered but the referee called him back and prepped him. This gave Jeff and Naomi a chance to double team. Crouching down, Naomi ran up and stepped on top of Jeff's back to deliver a nice Poetry in Motion. The referee called Jeff to go stand behind the ropes. Chris didn't have enough time to interfere. Naomi did the three counts. 1-2-shoulder up! Damn, Molly was too good! Unfortunately, she took too much time looking at Molly to fight. Molly tagged Chris in but Chris had hit Naomi before she could tag Jeff in. He hit two elbow drops and one German suplex before Naomi could roll over and tag Jeff in.
Jeff did three clotheslines and hit his own Twist of Fate. Chris kicked out on the three counts, furiously enraging Jeff. Jeff did the Knife-Edge Chop and cornered Chris on his team's turnbuckle, repeating kicking him while Naomi secretly choked Chris with the rope. Jeff dragged Chris to another corner but Chris retaliated and dragged Jeff to the corner. Luckily, Jeff jumped and tackled Chris down from the top rope. 1-2-shoulder up! Chris was still energetic. Naomi tried to get in. Big mistake. Molly came in and ganged up on Jeff. The referee called her back and Naomi took this chance to interfere and gang up on Chris. She crouched down and Jeff hit the Whisper in the Wind on Chris. Molly had kept the referee well distracted and Jeff could hit the Swanton Bomb on Chris. The referee came back just in time to referee the match. 1-2-shoulder up! Damn! Chris tagged Molly in and Jeff tagged Naomi in. The girls got into a catfight but in the end, Naomi got the control. She hit a nice DDT on her own and managed Stratusfaction, thanks to Trish for teaching her. Molly seemed to be knocked out so Naomi climbed up the top rope and hit a Moonsault on her. Molly shuddered slightly and Naomi did the three counts. 1-2-3! The bell rang and Team 2Xtreme were the winners.
"And here's your winner, Team 2Xtreme, Jeff Hardy and Naomi Williams!!!" Lillian announced. Naomi walked up the ramp, as the music played, clutching her stomach painfully and walked up with Jeff.
A/N: Aha! What's happening here? Naomi's pregnant! Or is she? Did she get a miscarriage because of the moonsault? Find out in Chapter 17! Byez!