A/N: I'm back! The main reason that I'm doing this story is that I got bored with my other story – "Dangerous Business". Writing a Hell in a Cell match is tougher than I thought it would be. The other reason is that I really, really, don't like Evolution, or whatever Flair's group call their stupid selves. Anyway, please review! Also, I've decided to use the wrestlers' ring names instead of their "real" names because it would just be too confusing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything with the exception of Jennifer.
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Through Glass Shards
Chapter 1
The ring shook slightly as two bodies crashed against it. Both fallen men – HHH and Y2J – lay sprawled over the canvas for a minute before struggling to their feet. On the side of the ring, a brunette slammed her hand against the canvas again, yelling at the two wrestlers, and raking her hands through her dark brown hair that was presently in curls. Her brown eyes narrowed as Jericho made it to his feet first, with HHH still stumbling off of his knees. The brunette cried at HHH in despair, and then nibbled her lip in despair as Y2J gained the upper hand. Beside her, Flair was yelling something at HHH. The girl stared down at her clothes, cursing her clothing choice for the match. A black fringe skirt with a diagonal end that traveled from just above her knee to the middle of her shin, clunky high heels, and an off the shoulder shirt – definitely not something she could throw a decent kick in without giving Y2J a free show. Still thinking of her predicament, she didn't look at the match until the mat shook again. HHH had delivered the pedigree and Y2J was down for the count.
1…2…3! The brunette let out a cry of joy, and then stepped into the ring. She shouted a quick congratulations to HHH, who made a move to injure Y2J and to carry out the match after the bell. Immediately, the girl placed her hands in front of him, shouting to him not to.
"Get out of my way, Jennifer!" he growled, gently shoving his sister away. While HHH had been delayed, Flair had slipped in and applied the Figure Four. Jennifer ruthlessly tugged him off. Flair whirled around, giving Jennifer a punch in the face.
The brunette spun and her body slammed against the mat. She wasn't a wrestler, and Flair had put enough force to knock down one. Already the burning pain spread across her cheek. She clutched at it, and then looked across the ring. HHH hadn't bothered to check on her, and was now dismantling Jericho with Flair. My own brother…Jennifer thought sadly. Slowly, using the ropes, she pushed herself to her feet, leaning against the turnbuckle.
Finally, the shaking of the mat beneath her feet stopped. HHH and Flair raised their arms in victory, and started through the ropes.
"C'mon," snapped HHH to Jennifer. She sighed sadly. His tone had been disgusted, not concerned. While HHH and Flair walked up the ramp to the boos of the fans. The fans then looked to the still Jennifer, waiting for her response, and looking in awe at the bruise rapidly forming on her cheek. Her gaze settled on Jericho. Blood had seeped from his forehead into his blond hair from the title belt slamming into his head. Jennifer sighed and bowed her head, stepping from the ring, quietly going up the steel ramp. The fans voiced their disappointment, and Jennifer did her best to ignore them, and the stares that a few of the wrestlers wandering around gave her. Pity.
Jennifer walked into the locker room, her lips pursed ready to say something. HHH turned around, having been standing in front of the lounging Flair, Batista, and Randy. Jennifer shrunk in his glare and closed her mouth, sitting down on the last available recliner. HHH rolled his eyes and continued his speech.
"Why?" her voice sounded cracked, but it gained the attention of the four men. "Why did you hit me?" she repeated, stronger this time as she looked at Flair.
"You got in the way," he replied icily, as he sneered at her. The four men returned to their conversation, leaving Jennifer with her jaw open slightly. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She meekly stood up and made her way to the door.
"Where are you going?" questioned HHH, narrowing his eyes carefully at his sister. He raised his eyebrow as Jennifer stared at him blankly, a tear threatening to spill.
"To get something to eat, if that's alright with you, your majesty," she snapped, and, not waiting for a response, slamming the door behind her. Instead of going to the cafeteria, Jennifer headed to the backstage bathroom.
The bathroom was rather nice, a reason why Jennifer had come in. There was a "room" before the stalls that contained a comfortable sofa and two chairs, all with a intricate flower design. Sighing, Jennifer plopped down on the couch, sliding her feet out of the painful high heels and curling herself into a small ball. Tears spilt silently over her face as she thought quietly about the last two months – her first months at the WWE, but more pacifically, how her brother and his group had treated her.
Why was I even expecting them to apologize? …Or care? It's not like it's the first time they've hit me…she thought quietly. The first few shows had been fun. Everyone in the group had been nice to her and all, but now they just "accepting" her. Accepting me like some sort of a rag doll to win them matches, she added bitterly in her head, thinking about the past month. She had won them some matches, a la distraction, but then… When they tried to go further – to dismantle their opponents – she tried to stop them, to keep them decent, whatever. It's not like that worked. What – Hunter shoved me to the mat once, Flair hit me twice, and Batista hit me… she trailed off in her thoughts, leaving her sentences unfinished, trying to push the thoughts out of her head, but they remained fresh in her mind, causing an extra round of tears to smear her make-up more. Quickly, she glanced around the corner to the stalls that were freakishly empty. Jennifer reached her hand to her skirt and gently tugged it down a few inches, revealing tanned skin, a thong strap, and several circular bruises. She gently pressed one of them, wincing immediately. Damn you Batista, she thought angrily as the door began to creep open. Jennifer quickly let go of the skirt and wiped her eyes, staring at the door, which had revealed a concerned Trish Stratus. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief.
"Jen!" Trish cried out, sitting next to Jennifer quickly, giving her a quick hug. "Are you all right? I saw what happened in the ring," she added as an afterthought.
Jennifer sniffed in reply and mumbled, "I'm okay. I look like crap though," she added, making a face. Trish smiled, grasping her purse, rummaging through it.
"C'mon. Tell me what happened," said Trish, finding the tiny bottle of make-up remover that she carried around. Finally, Jennifer related the story to Trish, the only person who'd actually been nice to her in the WWE.
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A/N: Stupid, I know. I promise that it will get better next chapter! Oh, and I'm only doing RAW shows at the moment, and they don't follow the storylines in the real shows unless I say so later. I hope you liked it so far. Please review!!