A.n.: IT'S SO GOOD TO BE BACK!!!!!! Lol. Well in case any of you haven't checked my bio lately, I've been having Exams. And last week was review and I finished the actual exams yesterday. I decided to take a break and study so that I wouldn't be grounded until March (when the next report card comes out). But I've got great news! I got an 88 on my English exam, 77 on my algebra exam, and 88 on my ELPS (Economic, Legal, and Political Systems) exam. That leaves Computer Applications and I took that one yesterday so I won't know until I get back. And since the exams are 25 percent of my final grade I think I shall pass! Anyway I'm really sorry that I annoyed you all and went on hiatus lol. And yes I do realize that I used to be able to bang out about 5 chapters a week. But you know what? That was more or less back in the summer and school was just starting. And back when I was, ahem, FAILING! I refuse to fail but I also love to write these stories so I'll update about 2-3 times a week probably on Monday, Friday, Sat, or Sunday. So please bear with me y'all. Also thank you for being so patient and reviewing. I'm off from school for like 2 whole weeks so I'll try and get in as much as I can before going back to the doomed place of hell.





Lita paced the halls of the Arena on the final night of the competition. Her mind raced with lucid thoughts of how to win. She'd only won one out of her two matches with Francine. She was mad. Hell she was pissed. More than ever she was disgusted with herself for letting herself loose. Her blood pumped and was flowing freely through her. I reminded Lita of how hard she'd worked. But still everyone was right. This wasn't just any match. This wasn't just any tournament. It was the first and she had to make an impact. IT wasn't just a match. It was a Hardcore match. She hadn't come prepared before but since her last two matches she'd decided that she needed a little help. She needed weapons to bring with her. Matt said he had some sort of idea. Lita sighed and wrung her wrists. How does one get into the mindset of a Hardcore match? In these types of matches the chances of getting hurt were extremely high. She turned slightly and looked at a piece of paper on the cold hard white wall. It was the list of each match that had occurred since the Tournament had started.







Molly had won both of her matches with a pretty freshman from ECW as had Stacey with a girl named Tammy. Stephanie and Shane won both of their matches but Steph was still in obvious pain. Jeff and Matt won their matches with Christian and Edge each winning at least one of theirs. Kurt won his first match and scraped by with a win on his second. Mystic lost her first match but had picked up the pace in her second beating out her opponent. Then there was of course Gregory and Chris Jericho and Benoit who won their matches with ease. Lita groan when she found her place. She won her first match but badly lost her second. Taking a deep breath she calmed herself and began walking to the locker rooms. Everyone would be arriving early. The tournament would occur earlier than it had the other nights. It was mostly because of the ball that was to happen that evening at nine. Lita hadn't even been shopping for a dress yet. Sighing as she pushed the door to the women's locker room door open she immediately began to do her stretches.











"So I'm going to get to meet your mom tonight huh?" Mystic asked as she watched Kurt finish up stretching. They were in his dorm room and had planned to jog to the small arena that the school had. After raising from the ground he walked over to her and smiled. "You are going to be at the ball aren't you?" He teased. The ball wasn't actually all for the students. It was for the parents to meet up with the coaches and check up on their sons and daughters. It was going to be the best. The ball was going to be set up at the Harbor Pointe' ball room.









Mystic smiled back at him. " And who are these extra people that are supposed to be coming. You mentioned them earlier but well...are they still coming?"





"Unfortunately." Kurt said sounding a bit ticked.









"What do you mean "unfortunately?" Mystic mimicked his expression before picking up her duffel bag.









"They're my friends from my old school." He sighed.









"Well then why do you look so.glum?" Mystic questioned him. He looked away from her contemplating whether he should tell her before they arrived. He inwardly cursed himself for telling them they could come and meet her.









"They're.well.they won't like you.." He bit into the inside of his cheek and then let out a shaky breath. "They're prejudice."









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"That'll be 25.85!" Trish chirped placing a plastic smile upon her face. The old withered woman in front of her held out with a shaky hand the exact amount. Trish took the cash and slipped it into the drawer and handed her a receipt. Bagging the woman's things she finally handed her the bag of groceries and turned to the next customer.



"Hello there Ms. Stratus." A voice smooth as velvet said. The lips twirled into a full curve.





Trish shivered and looked up into a pair of brown eyes that seemed to pull her into a heavy world of black. His peaches and cream complexion topped of his face and she some how felt that he was familiar. Then it struck her. As he smiled she remembered she'd seen it before. In the ring with Jeff, at the spotlight with Hailey, and of course walking backstage at the tournaments. Her eyes narrowed. "Where are your purchases sir?"





"Cute Trish, really cute. He planted his palms down on the counter. "I don't have any actually."





"Then I suggest you get out of line. There are angry customers behind you waiting to check out." Her eyes swept over him as if he were disgusting. He grunted slightly offended.





"Well I thought that you might want to you know talk." Trish ignored him and looked at the clock and noticed one of her fellow employees coming to take over. Turning from him she walked to the back to grab her things hoping he'd be gone when she got back.





Dressed in her ring attire she walked out side and hugged her jacket closer to herself. She swung her bag over her shoulder and began the very short walk to the small arena. She could already hear the crowd cheering from where she was walking. It brought a smile to her face. The sound of footsteps behind her took care of that, Trish had a dark feeling that she knew to whom they belonged to. Quickening her pace she nearly broke out into a full run. It was of no use. A strong hand gripped her arm and slammed her into the hard brick wall. Her mouth opened and a gasp of pain fell out. She looked up at her captor and her eyes watered.





"Now Ms. Stratus you will listen to me. I want what I want and I will get it.and you WILL help me." He said calmly.





Raising her chin she spoke in the same deathly tone. "And if I don't?"



"If you don't then Jeff Hardy.well lets just say he'll be indisposed, for a very long time." He smiled cruelly and gripped her chin and squeezed harshly.



"Now...Trish. I want you to get in between Jeff and Hailey. I want you to tear that girl to shreds make her cry make her hurt and if necessary make her bleed." He smiled maniacally. "She is to feel that she has no one to turn to that Jeff is using her and hates her that she isn't worth the gum on his most soiled shoes. Make her come to me. And if you do then Jeff will be fine if you don't." He trailed off.



"You'll what hurt him? Kill him? You don't have the balls." She glared at him.



"I'll do worse than kill him. He'll if I do it right he'll kill himself. I'll ruin him. I'll make sure that little multicolored punk never steps in a ring again. Actually I could make sure he never steps anywhere again." He grinned nastily at her.



"I have a boyfriend.I can't hurt him." Trish choked back a sob and he gripped her jaw and squeezed so hard she thought it would break.



"You would have eventually." He smirked. "And Trish I need this little project to be kept secret you tell a soul and there goes Mr. Extreme."



"You're sick." She growled at him. "Just because you can't compete and." He raised his hand and she found herself cowering.





"Don't speak like you know me. Jeff Hardy has followed me my entire career." He said and laughed. "So Trish do we have a deal."



Trish watched him hold his hand out to her. Her stomach churned. She had to. There was no other way.





"Deal."