"I'm gonna be on the Wayne Brady Show," I sang knowing it was getting on Matt's nerves. Amy just sat in the car silently laughing.

"I will not kill her. I will not kill her," he chanted quietly as he lifted his hand from the steering wheel to smooth back his hair. Jeff slept silently as he was deathly tired from winning a massive battle at the pay per view. That's right, Bad Religion were Tag Team Champs and I was still Women's champ.

"I'm gonna be on the Wayne Brady Show," I continued.

Matt slammed his hands down on the wheel and let out a low growl causing Jeff to wake. "Jeff, if you don't shut her up now, I'm gonna kill her!" he exclaimed.

"Why?" Jeff groaned tiredly.

"She's annoying Matt," Amy spoke finally letting out her laughter.

"Baby, you're on the Wayne Brady Show at 10 then have a match on RAW. It's almost 1 in the morning, go to sleep," Jeff ordered as he fell back to sleep.

"Nobody let's me have any fun!" I pouted.

"Casey, I love you, but if you don't shut up, I'll have to cause you bodily harm," Matt warned.

"You mean like you did tonite?" I smiled.

"Oh you're so gonna get it!" Matt exclaimed letting a soft chuckle loose.

"Chill Matt, she's just using her little sister status to her advantage," Amy smiled.

"If she keeps it up she's not gonna be anybody's little sister for much longer," Matt threatened as I leaned forward, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"You love me and you know it!" I said sweetly.

"And you're lucky I do," he laughed. "Now get some sleep."

I leaned back and rested my head on Jeff's lap and with a smile on my face I quietly sang, "I'm gonna be on the Wayne Brady Show."

"Casey!" Matt yelled.

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I stood in my dressing room with Jeff, matt, and Amy, beginning to get nervous from the thought of being on my first talk show. My light blue, green, and purple hair had been crimped and held back with a bandana I had designed. I looked in the mirror and straightened out my black cut up tank top that covered a hot pink tube top and made sure my flares were low enough.

"Babe, if you lower them anymore they'll be around you ankles," Jeff joked rubbing my shoulders gently.

"I look okay?" I asked turning around to face them all.

"You look fine," Matt nodded.

"Do I play the Mystic Angel bit or myself?" I asked nervously.

"Be yourself. You'll do fine. Just picture this all happening in the ring," Amy said.

"Casey, we're ready for you," one of the techs said. I let out a deep breath and Jeff kissed my cheek softly. I followed the tech down the hall and waited for my introduction.

"My next guest is not only one of the most beautiful women in the wrestling business, but she also kicks major butt. She's currently the holder of the WWE Women's Championship, Hardcore Championship, and 1/3 of the Tag Team Champs Bad Religion. Let's take a look," Wayne said as a clip of me doing a Halo's Twist on Jericho for the Intercontinental title played. "Please welcome, WWE's Mystic Angel." The audience clapped for me as the band played their best version of "Haunted". The minute I walked out, a few men stood and whistled. I smiled and waved at the crowd as I walked to Wayne. He hugged me and kissed my cheek before we sat down. "Wow, thank you for being on the show."

"Thanks for having me," I smiled.

"WE LOVE YOU ANGEL!" the men yelled.

"Love ya'll too," I laughed.

"I'm sure hearing that never gets old," Wayne smiled.

"Not at all!"

"You must have quite the Angel following."

"I like to think so. It pays to be the Hardy Boyz girl at times," I laughed.

"So what should I be calling you? What do your friends call you? Mystic? Angel? Ang? What?"

"Actually most of them call me Casey."

"Gotcha. So, Casey, it seemed like you just jumped into the wrestling scene when you started winning titles."

"Yeah, I was the youngest women's champion at age 19 and had only been wrestling for about 4 months when I won my first title. And since then I've had every title but undisputed and heavy weight."

"So basically you've had every title but the big ones."

"Basically. I don't think people are ready to see a woman at the top of this business yet."

"You're one of the most talented female wrestlers, excuse me, Divas, I've seen. You've set a new level for the upcoming Divas."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I'd prefer to be called a female wrestler. Divas still are looked at as eye candy like Torrie, Stacy, and Nidia. To me, I'm a female wrestler like Trish, Victoria, and Molly. We're here to show people that we mean business and can kick ass while being beautiful."

"Well I think you show that very well," he said. "Mystic Angel has gone through many stages. You've been everything!"

"I know! I've tried everything at least once. I guess my looks and personality changes on screen are just my personal evolution off. I mean you can tell what type of character I'm gonna be by my entrance music. Like when I was a heel, or bad person for all you non-wrestling people, I came out to "Sacrilege" by a totally awesome band Otep. It was a rougher song and it showed that I wasn't the Angel sent from heaven everyone thought I was. And then I have Evanescence's "Haunted" which is softer, so it shows that I'm a sweeter girl and stuff like that. But you can always tell how I'll be by my music that's why it's constantly changing."

"How'd you get into wrestling?"

"Well I had been a fan for a few years and being a wrestler was always in the back of my mind. I met the Hardy Boyz in Boston when I was an 18 year old runaway and they, along with so many others, trained me. I started out as a photographer, then was Matt and Jeff's valet, and now I'm a wrestler."

"Training must have been horrendous. I bet you're glad to be done with it."

"Actually, I'm still in training. I go out with some of my friends once a week and just train. I'm constantly learning new moves. I actually love it."

"I was reading the Hardy Boyz book years ago and they have like a 10 page chapter all about their relationship with you."

"You read it?! Wanna tell me about it cause they wouldn't and still won't let me read the book," I laughed.

"Well, it seems like you three have a very close relationship. Almost as if you're all family."

"Yeah, they kinda adopted me. I even call their father Dad. I live with them and everything. It's a great place for me, I didn't have the best living situation, so I welcomed it with open arms."

"You also have one of the most feared men looking aft you, correct?"

"Oh yeah," I replied letting out a quiet giggle. I smiled brightly. "The Deadman himself, the Undertaker."

"He's gigantic and very frightening!"

"Yeah, he's almost 7 ft tall. But he's always been a father to me. And his wife is close with me. I'm seriously their daughter's older sister. He's always looked after me and worried about me. He's a teddy bear deep down."

"A LARGE teddy bear," Wayne joked. "You seem to have a large family."

"Oh yeah, I do. Edge is my brother. He stuck up for me when I had some other issues. Plus I'm the God mother of his son. Chris Jericho and Christian are my annoying older brothers," I laughed. "And then there's Shannon Moore and Rey Mysterio. Shannon's my partner in crime."

"Triple H has told me about some of the pranks you two have pulled on him. You've made him look like a fool in the past."

"Oh he's not as innocent as he may have made you believe he is. He gets us back everytime. It's a never ending cycle."

"Let's get into relationships. I'm sure every guy out there is dying to know, are you single?"

"No I'm not. Jeff Hardy and I have been together for almost 3 months now."

"Really? I heard you were with Shane Helms."

"I was."

"How long was that relationship, if I may ask?"

"It would have been 3 years September."

"Wow. So keeping it in the company? Are there a lot of relationships between wrestlers?"

"Some, but not as many as you'd think."

"You obviously like it better."

"It's good with the long distance aspect because you're traveling together but a break up can screw things up. It can cause a bit of tension between wrestlers."

"Speaking from experience?"

"Um, kinda, yeah."

"Well I hope things with you Jeff continue," he smiled as I nodded at him. "Now injuries are a problem for wrestlers, especially your style. Have you had any major career threatening injuries?"

"Just fear," I joked. "For being the extreme lucador I am, I've been very lucky. I've been knocked out a couple of times, some concussions, a few stitches, a broken wrist, sprained ankle, a few pulled muscles, and a couple bruised ribs. Nothing major."

"What exactly does extreme lucador mean?"

"Well, I fly. I do a lot of aerials and acrobatics. Um, I'll jump off pretty much anything. I have like no fear anymore. I live for hardcore matches and beating my opponents with weapons. It's dangerous, but the crowd loves it. People have called me the female Jeff Hardy and in many ways I am. But I like to think I have my own style."

"I was watching RAW one nite and heard that you sang on Jeff Hardy's entrance music. I had no idea you could sing."

"That was my dream for the longest time. Music has always been a part of my life and, like I mentioned before, I think I show that every couple of months when I walk out to a new song. But I now do the National Anthem at every RAW house show and even sang a little bit on a Fozzy song for their new album."

"You were in a music video, weren't you?"

"Yeah, Jericho who's the lead singer for the band Fozzy had my boyfriend of the time, Shane Helms, be in the video. Shane dragged me to the set and Chris convinced me to be in the "With the Fire" video."

"Would you like to sing us out to commercial?" Wayne asked handing me a mic.

"Um, sure. Ya'll know "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera?" I asked the band. They nodded and I began to sing.

"Thank you for being her," Wayne smiled.

"Thank you for having me. Was I alright though? This was my first talk show and I have admit I was a bit nervous," I said biting my lip.

"You did an excellent job. You'll come back?" he said hugging me. I nodded and walked back to my dressing room.

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"There's our little talk show star now!" Chris exclaimed as I walked down the hall, Jeff's fingers intertwined with mine.

"You guys saw?" I asked with a smile as he lifted me off the floor.

"Yeah, you did really well," he smiled kissing my cheek.

"Thanks."

"I especially loved how you called me your annoying older brother," he said standing with his hands on my hips.

"Yeah, um, sorry?" I smiled.

"Yeah, uh-huh. I just bet you are," he laughed.

"So I'm annoying older brother, huh? Hmmm, what does that make you?!" Jay asked coming out of the locker room.

"Your sweet and adorable little sister?" I asked sweetly.

"It's a good thing you are so adorable, cause otherwise I'd have to hurt you," Jay laughed.

"Right, I'm sure," I joked.

"Paul is trying to kill me!" Shannon yelled as he ran by the group of us. I turned around and watched him run down the hall.

"Okay, I am so NOT involved in this one," I smiled.

"Where the hell did he go?" Paul stormed up to us.

"What happened?" Jeff asked.

"He put my tights in the dryer," he smirked sarcastically holding up a pair of black tights. They were half the size they had been before.

"Oh my God," I laughed putting my hand over my mouth. "Go Shan!"

"Run, now," Paul warned. I quickly kissed Jeff's cheek and took off down the hall after Shannon. Paul started laughing as Jeff, Jay, and Chris stared at him. "I had these specially made. He didn't do anything. But I am!"

"Oh man," Jay laughed slapping Paul's shoulder.

"Jeff, wanna give me her bag?" Paul asked.

"Why?"

"I'm taking her CD player for a little bit," he smiled. Jeff shook his head and handed it over.

"I never saw it!" Jeff said walking off.

I caught up to Shannon, both of us out of breath, and I leaned against the wall that he was sitting in front of. I looked down the hall that I had been running down and shook my head when I noticed Paul wasn't following. "So what did we do?" I asked.

"You mean you don't know?!" Shannon asked shocked.

"If I did, I wouldn't have asked you," I replied putting my hands on my hips.

"I thought you did this," Shannon sighed.

"I haven't done anything to him for like a month. Hell I just got here!"

"Apparently we shrunk his tights. His only pair of tights for the nite."

"This man has to learn to bring an extra pair with him," I laughed.

"No shit. But you didn't do this?"

"No, Shan. I didn't. You didn't either?"

"Not my kind of work. He just burst into the locker room and threw em at me. I threw em back and he was yellin at me. I figured you did it and blamed it on me."

"I wish I could take the fall for this one, cause it's pretty good."

"Then why the hell were we runnin from him?"

"Fear," I said quickly. Shannon nodded before we started laughing hysterically.

"What do you think he's doing to our stuff?"

"God only knows! This was a slick trick though. I'm surprised he was able to think of something like this."

"We should probably get back and see what kind of shit he's done," Shannon laughed as I helped him to his feet. We walked back to our locker rooms and started to get ready for the show. I had gotten dressed and was to go out in 15 minutes, so I searched for my CD player and CDs for my pre- match ritual. When I came up empty handed I began to get panicked. I ran across the hall and burst into the guy's locker room.

"Baby, what's the matter?" Jeff asked putting his hands on my shoulders.

"My CD player and CDs are gone. I can't find them," I said, my hands trembling.

"Did you put them in a different bag?" Shane asked.

"No, they're always in my gym bag. But they're not here now!" I exclaimed.

"Well, you don't have time for them now. You gotta get out there for the match!" Jeff pushed me out of the locker room. Nervously I walked to the curtain carrying my Hardcore belt.

"Case, you alright?" Mike, one of the sound guys asked.

"No, I couldn't find my CDs," I said as I felt a large pit in my stomach.

"Chill, you'll be fine," he said.

"I hope so," I stuttered. "Haunted" hit and I slowly walked out there trying to put on a brave face.

"The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWE Hardcore Championship. Entering the ring first from Cameron, North Carolina, the current Hardcore Champion, MYSTIC ANGEL!" I handed over my belt to the ref and waited for my opponent. "And the challenger, weighing in at 220 lbs, MAVEN!" He slid into the ring after grabbing a chair, I was ready for him and drop kicked the chair into him. I slid out of the ring and pulled out a ladder. I slid it into the ring and he pushed it back into my chest. He tried for the pin outside of the ring, but I kicked out. He pulled me up and into a scoop suplex. Pulling me up by my hair, he whipped me back to the ring and I rolled inside. He went up top and tried for an elbow drop, but I had moved out of the way. I pulled him up and brought him down onto the chair in a DDT. I did a Rolling Thunder and pinned him only to have him kick out on 2. I pulled him back up and whipped him into the ropes. On his return I locked my legs around his neck and pulled him down in a headscissor. I grabbed his arm and applied an armbar. I hoped for him to tap but he rolled over and went for a quick pin. I kicked out and he picked me up. He threw me down in a powerbomb. Pulling me back up he whipped me into the corner and stood on the second rope for a set of punches. I picked him up and brought him down in an atomic drop. I jumped up to the top rope and did a Senton onto him. Instead of going for the pin I rolled out of the ring and grabbed a broom handle. When I stood back up, Maven was waiting behind me and pulled me down across his knee in a backbreaker. I grabbed at my back as he hit me with the broom handle. He pulled me up and while holding my head slammed me into the steps. I wasn't concentrating and forgot to block it with my arm. Blood gushed out of a large slash across my forehead and flowed down my face. He covered me for the pin and won. He had beaten me for my most favorite belt, the Hardcore belt. I held my head as I sat up to watch him walk up the ramp with my belt. I pulled my hand away and saw that was covered with blood. Getting a sudden felling of sickness, I felt as if I'd faint. The ref helped me up the ramp and to the back where a medic was waiting for me.

"Casey, what the hell happened?" Jeff asked as he rushed to me while the medic was trying to bandage my head.

"I was so distracted by missing my CDs that I didn't block the step shot," I answered.

"This bandage isn't gonna cut it," the medic said.

"I really don't wanna get stitches," I whined.

"We can try the liquid stitches. I'm not sure how well they'll work with this kind of cut, but it's worth a shot," he said as cleaned the area.

"Um, Case, there's something you should know about the CDs," Jeff said shyly.

"Jeff, can this wait? I have to get her to first aid to get this taken care of," the medic said helping me to first aid. Jeff sighed and went on a man hunt for Paul.

"So this was all because you couldn't do your pre-match ritual?!" Nick exclaimed almost in laughter.

"Shut up," I said sternly as he applied the liquid stitches.

"You need to get your priorities straight," he joked.

"I hate you," I glared at him.

"Well, you're done. If it doesn't hold, go to the emergency room. If you can manage to get there without your CDs," Nick teased.

"If I wasn't so sore and tired, I would kick your ass," I growled as I jumped off the table. He laughed as I walked out of the room and down the hall. "What an ass. Who does he think he is by teasing me? When I get my hands on whoever took my CDs, I'm gonna strangle them!"

"Death threats aren't going to get it back," Paul laughed as I walked by him leaning against the wall.

"YOU!!! I should have known!!" I yelled placing my hands on my hips. "Give em back!"

"You can have them back if you find them," he smiled.

"You're such a fuckin asshole. I blame this all on you!! Just wait till I get you back. It's gonna be the best prank ever!" I exclaimed as I walked down the hall in search for the my stuff.