Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE. I guess I for got to put these in the other chapters, I was just too excited about my story getting up, and forgot them.

Trish was frantically running through the arena, searching for Jeff to inform him about what had just accrued in her locker room.

She heard his music start up.

"Damn it! I'm too late!" she cried, jumping up on a crate to watch the match from a monitor. Every time Jeff took a bump she cringed at the thought of his pain. I If this gets bad; I'm going out there. /I She thought to herself, seeing how stiff Christian was being.

The ref was knocked down and Christian pulled out a steel chair. He cracked Jeff over the head with it several times. Trish let out a yelp and ran towards gorilla position, not noticing the man in the shadow's lurking behind her.

She had almost made it to the curtain when he stepped in front of her.

"Just where in the hell do you think your going?" He asked with a smug grin on his face, stepping to the side every time she tried to move around him.

"Hunter." she sighed, "I don't have time for this!" This gutsy blond got right in his face.

"Oh yeah, well maybe you have time for THIS!" He screamed, whacking her in the head with a sledgehammer he had been holding behind his back.

Trish landed on the floor with a hard thud.

~*~*~*~*~

Out in the ring all hell had broken loose. Every time Jeff gained offense on Christian, the volatile chair shots came back to haunt him. The match ended in a DQ, Christian finally being caught in the ring with a chair.

~*~*~*~*~*~ Backstage*~*~*~*~*~*

"Jeff, have you seen Trish?" Lita asked running up to Jeff out of breath as he walked to the backstage area.

'No I haven't, I just got done with my match, and. OH MY GOD!!"

RVD approached the scene with a bloody Trish Stratus in his arms, Charlene and Lisa running right behind him.

"Dude, we found her laying like this over by gorilla position." Van Dam stated, handing Trish over to Jeff.

"I've got to get her back to my locker room."

"What are we going to do about our match?" Lita asked.

"I'll go tell Vince and you guy's get Ivory to sub in." RVD said always willing to help.

Jeff was already half way down the hall when he spotted Triple H talking to Christian out of the corner of his eye. He darted behind some boxes before they noticed him and listened in on their conversation.

" I got that bitch good," said Triple H, smacking the sledgehammer against the palm of his hand.

"Thanks a bunch Trips" Christian said beaming.

"Any time man."

Jeff heard them walk away and he stepped out to continue his walk to the locker room.

I If I didn't have her with me I would have kicked both their asses. /I He thought to himself as he opened the door to the locker room. He plopped Trish down on the couch and brought out a first-aid kit.