Ow.
What a sucky day.
I lost my match. But she cheated. She held my tights and she put her feet on the ropes. I can't believe the ref didn't see it! But that's okay. That's okay. I'll get to her anyway.
That's not really on my mind at the moment. What really chaffs me is that little punk, Steven Richards got in the way when I was going after 'Little Miss Psycho'. He hit me with something, what was that thing? Oh yeah, a kendo stick.
Man, that hurt like hell!
But that's not on my mind either. What really is on my mind is who came out to help me. I couldn't see very well from my position on the ground, but I did recognize the hair and the body paint.
Jeff Hardy saved me.
After seeing the replay, I learned that he slid into the ring and then he did that thing where he grabs you and your chin slams into his head. After that, he ducked a chair from Victoria and shoved her into Steven, who was then hit with the chair instead.
And while she was apologizing to Steven, Jeff gathered me in his arms and got out of there.
This is where I am now, still in his arms as he carries me to the infirmary down the hall. Man, that shot to the head really hurt!!
" Jeff?" Boy, do I sound weak or what? " What....What happened?"
" You took a pretty good shot to the head. Can you stand now?"
" I think so. Put me down."
The moment my feet hit the ground, I crumpled on the floor. Man, My legs feel like jelly. I was told I had a hard head by my parents, but this really, really hurts!! Oh my head!
Jeff kneeled next to me and placed his hand on my back.His green eyes look so concerned. He looks like it's his brother he's looking at hurt on the ground and not me.
" You gonna be alright?"
" Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine Hardy boy. Just give me a minute."
" Okay, hey, I gotta go get ready for my match tonight, so I'll come check on ya later alright?"
" Whatever."
With that he patted my back one more time and dashed off. I couldn't understand for the life of me why he was being so nice and trying to help me. No one ever wanted to help me before. And I certainly didn't expect him. The extreme one himself. I would have guessed Kane before I guessed the Hardy boy, but I suppose these things happen.
It has to be a rare occurrence.
He'll be back to normal after he goes into his match.
*********************
Great news.
I got the next RAW off. Thank you God.
My head really hurts. I've got a slight concussion. Grade 1 I believe. I guess he hit me harder than I thought. Oy, what a pain in my a.
Right now I'm going to check my messages and I'm going to take a nice bath. I'm so tired and in pain. Jesus H. would you look at this? I can barely press the button straight.
Beep
" Hey Carlene, this is mom! I just called to say I love you sweetie. I hope you feel better. And you know your big brothers can come and straighten out that boy who hit you."
Thank you momma. I can handle it on my own. Heaven forbid he do it again; my brothers will crack his head open.
Beep
" Hey Jazzy, this is Trish. I saw what happened after your match. What was that? You have a thing for our young daredevil?*Laughs* Bye!"
Listen to her! She is a cool girl to chill with but she can just get so nosey. Not when she was flirting with everything that had muscles when she first got there. No she didn't go and suggest me and the Hardy Boy had something kinda funny goin' on.
Beep
" Hey Sassy! It's Jeff! I know I'm just next door, but I didn't want to bother you. I wanted to make sure you're okay and were feeling alright. Glad you got the night of and hope your concussion goes away. Those things are wicked. I oughtta know. Just knock on my door if you need anything. Bye!"
That wasn't normal. The Hardy Boy calling to making sure I'm okay? Why is he taking interest in me all of a sudden? What's with his wanting to make sure I'm okay and his sudden compassion towards me? It wasn't there before? Maybe I should talk to Lita.
What a sucky day.
I lost my match. But she cheated. She held my tights and she put her feet on the ropes. I can't believe the ref didn't see it! But that's okay. That's okay. I'll get to her anyway.
That's not really on my mind at the moment. What really chaffs me is that little punk, Steven Richards got in the way when I was going after 'Little Miss Psycho'. He hit me with something, what was that thing? Oh yeah, a kendo stick.
Man, that hurt like hell!
But that's not on my mind either. What really is on my mind is who came out to help me. I couldn't see very well from my position on the ground, but I did recognize the hair and the body paint.
Jeff Hardy saved me.
After seeing the replay, I learned that he slid into the ring and then he did that thing where he grabs you and your chin slams into his head. After that, he ducked a chair from Victoria and shoved her into Steven, who was then hit with the chair instead.
And while she was apologizing to Steven, Jeff gathered me in his arms and got out of there.
This is where I am now, still in his arms as he carries me to the infirmary down the hall. Man, that shot to the head really hurt!!
" Jeff?" Boy, do I sound weak or what? " What....What happened?"
" You took a pretty good shot to the head. Can you stand now?"
" I think so. Put me down."
The moment my feet hit the ground, I crumpled on the floor. Man, My legs feel like jelly. I was told I had a hard head by my parents, but this really, really hurts!! Oh my head!
Jeff kneeled next to me and placed his hand on my back.His green eyes look so concerned. He looks like it's his brother he's looking at hurt on the ground and not me.
" You gonna be alright?"
" Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine Hardy boy. Just give me a minute."
" Okay, hey, I gotta go get ready for my match tonight, so I'll come check on ya later alright?"
" Whatever."
With that he patted my back one more time and dashed off. I couldn't understand for the life of me why he was being so nice and trying to help me. No one ever wanted to help me before. And I certainly didn't expect him. The extreme one himself. I would have guessed Kane before I guessed the Hardy boy, but I suppose these things happen.
It has to be a rare occurrence.
He'll be back to normal after he goes into his match.
*********************
Great news.
I got the next RAW off. Thank you God.
My head really hurts. I've got a slight concussion. Grade 1 I believe. I guess he hit me harder than I thought. Oy, what a pain in my a.
Right now I'm going to check my messages and I'm going to take a nice bath. I'm so tired and in pain. Jesus H. would you look at this? I can barely press the button straight.
Beep
" Hey Carlene, this is mom! I just called to say I love you sweetie. I hope you feel better. And you know your big brothers can come and straighten out that boy who hit you."
Thank you momma. I can handle it on my own. Heaven forbid he do it again; my brothers will crack his head open.
Beep
" Hey Jazzy, this is Trish. I saw what happened after your match. What was that? You have a thing for our young daredevil?*Laughs* Bye!"
Listen to her! She is a cool girl to chill with but she can just get so nosey. Not when she was flirting with everything that had muscles when she first got there. No she didn't go and suggest me and the Hardy Boy had something kinda funny goin' on.
Beep
" Hey Sassy! It's Jeff! I know I'm just next door, but I didn't want to bother you. I wanted to make sure you're okay and were feeling alright. Glad you got the night of and hope your concussion goes away. Those things are wicked. I oughtta know. Just knock on my door if you need anything. Bye!"
That wasn't normal. The Hardy Boy calling to making sure I'm okay? Why is he taking interest in me all of a sudden? What's with his wanting to make sure I'm okay and his sudden compassion towards me? It wasn't there before? Maybe I should talk to Lita.