a.n. WOW guys!!! *Hugz every single reviewer! * 180 reviews!!! Thanx guys its safe to say that Y'all are the bestest reviewers in da whole wide world!!!!!!! Well I got some great news. If you guys haven't known that when I get older I want to be a WWE diva well now you know. The great thing is that I've got my self a trainer! Meaning I'll be getting bumps and bruises from learning how to wrestle! I can't wait but my onlyest problem is that I gotta wait till I turn 16 in April! Until then I'll be working out to be in perfect shape (I'm in shape now but I still wanna get better) Because this is seriously important to me lol. *Squeal* Well nuff about me lol You guys are here to read the next chapter so.READ ON AND ROCK OUT!







"Stacey are you alright?" Stephanie asked her friend who was walking haltingly with her to Indy.

It had been a week since the whole Fear incident. Edge had told her straight up not to talk about the baby in front of Stacey. She could understand. Stacey had lost her baby and was going to through a rough time. From what Edge said every time you mentioned baby around her she'd freak out and curl up into a ball. It was at those moments that Stephanie really did worry about her friend's health both physical and mental.

"Huh?" Stacey sighed and responded. "Oh yeah I'm fine."

"Hey guys.." Mystic walked over a tiny smile on her face.

"Hey Mys." Stephanie said linking arms with the two girls. Mystic mouthed to Stephanie in concern if Stacey was ok. Stephanie rolled her eyes in a sign that things were definitely not well.

"Well today we get to start practice for the royal rumble." Mystic said excitement bubbling in her stomach.

Despite the happenings around her she really was happy that she'd gotten picked there was this guy from a school called ECW named Rob that she'd checked out on a web site. He was hot. She bit her lip and thought about Chris she wanted him right? Or was she just holding on to something that she was really ready to let go of?

"Alright Lita." The girls' coach Ivory stated watching the girl in the ring. "We want you to work on a new move with a little more flash. Don't forget there isn't just elimination rounds you are still judged at the end of the night and it counts towards your score and rank at WrestleMania."

"Ok so do you want me to make up one or do you have something in mind?" Lita asked.

"Actually I do." Ivory said. "I'd like you to work on your corkscrew moonsault."

"But that's my worst move I don't have enough elevation to do that." Lita said her eyes wide. Normally she wasn't one to back down from anything. But this was different she'd almost broken her neck the last time she attempted that move.

"You'll just have to put yourself on a stricter regimen. I want to see you soar and I want those points for your charisma to soar also." Ivory said nodding seriously. "Now Stephanie get in the ring with Lita for your warm ups."

Stephanie slid into the ring shooting her best friend a worried glance. She didn't' look her normal happy self. Of course she could have just been having a bad day but Stephanie sensed more and obviously so did Trish and Molly seeing as they were shooting concerned glares into the ring. And Stacey.was being depressed and there was nothing anyone could really do. Groaning as Ivory struck the bell and the match started Lita began to circle Stephanie like a lioness ready to pounce and maybe even kill.

For the first time in a while Stephanie found herself absolutely terrified of her friend. She almost cried out when Lita hit her with a viscous neck breaker. Lita swung her into the ropes and Stephanie bounced back to be knocked down by drop kick. With Stephanie down on her back Lita climbed to the top rope and did a perfect moonsault adding her anger into it. Stephanie climbed to her feet to be lifted up into a power bomb form.

Spinning around she caught Lita in a hurranacuranna (sp?). It was a move Lita herself had taught Stephanie in the 9th grade. Running up the turnbuckle Stephanie pulled Lita in her signature move. And covered her 1.2.Lita kicked out with so much purpose that she sent Stephanie flying. Jumping to her feet she darted after Stephanie.

"Come on Lita where the hell is your fire? Did it extinguish over the holiday because of that ghost thing you went to? Are you whimping out on me?" Ivory yelled pounding the mat. "Stephanie come on don't let her dominate you like that where the hell is your presence?!?"

Matt Hardy looked on in utter confusion. Lita was pissed he was sure but damn he hadn't known her to be so violent in the ring. It just didn't happen. He watched as Lita Irish whipped Stephanie into the ropes and knocked her down by a spear not to her waist but her knees. Stephanie broke her uniform façade and screamed out in pain writhing on the mat gripping her left knee. Chris Jericho was already rushing to the ring and Matt and his brother jumped up and followed him sliding in the ring as Ivory was checking on Stephanie.



Lita cocked her head at Ivory. "There's my fire."

With that Lita whipped around and slid out of the ring her anger apparent. She stopped about halfway to the locker room door when she heard Stephanie say that she felt like her knee had been broken in half. Stephanie wasn't usually the won to cry when it came to taking a few seriously hard bumps in the ring. For a second she turned and looked at her friend being helped by her brother Shane McMahon and Chris Jericho. Shane shot her a dirty look as if asking, "what the hell were you thinking". She looked down at her friend's leg and there was already a huge bruise forming around her knee adding to the redness and the swelling. And Stephanie.. well she just didn't even look at her.

"Lita?" Matt placed his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder. She turned around tears in her eyes just what WAS she thinking.

"Oh Lita." Matt pulled her into his arms and she cried on his shoulder unaware of the real feelings going on inside her. She had to get better she couldn't loose her temper like that. She would be the best of the best if it were the last thing she did.

"Ok Lance so who's this friend?" Mystic asked.

"You know him very well Mys." Lance said.

"Really?" Mystic questioned curious and afraid.

"Andrew Martin aka.. Test."