Chapter 4
Kit sat in the green room as she watched SmackDown. Lita wasn't at ringside, since she was suppose to be out with injury. Kit had saw her backstage, so she was here somewhere.
Just when the match with Edge and Christian vs. Hardy Boyz ended, the door opened. Amy Dumas. Kit pretended to not notice her. She was finishing her Stephen King book that she didn't get to finish because of Adam.
Amy walked over to the table, and got a cup. Kit got up and walked over to her, pushing her into the coffee table. Amy screamed as she touched the hot pot of coffee. She held onto her burn and got up. Kit ran over to her, and started kicking her. Amy, being the pro-wrestler she was, tripped Kit. She landed on her head, and everything was blurry. Amy started kicking her. Kit tripped Amy, just how Amy tripped her. The two started brawling on the floor, when the door opened, and the Hardy Boyz came in. They picked up Amy, who straddled Kit and was punching the crap into her.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Matt screamed, as Kit sat up, holding her face and back. Jay and Adam ran in, noticing the commotion in there.
"What the hell?" Jay asked, running into the room. He noticed the broken table, with the coffee everywhere. Kit must have attacked Amy.
Adam ran in after him, and ran over to Kit. "Oh, okay, so I see all the pieces coming together now," Amy screamed as Jeff and Matt tried to hold her still. "Kit is with you two, and you guys told her to jump me didn't you?"
Just then, Vince walked into the room to see all six in there. He saw the broken table, the coffee spilt, and two girls holding their head. He figured what happened. "Okay, I warned you guys. That's enough. You all are suspended for two weeks. Not any kind of suspension, but you six wrestlers have to still travel with us. The catch is, you won't be on any television while still traveling. If you don't travel since you know you aren't going to be on television, then you all will be fired." With that, he left the room and ordered some backstage workers to clean up the mess.
All six glared at each other until Jeff and Matt escorted Amy out of the room.
***
"You should have ran out of the room after you pushed her into the table," Adam yelled at Kit as they entered their hotel room. "Now look what you did."
"I didn't do anything," she said. "I did as you told me to."
"But being the dumb blonde you are, you should have known that someone was going to walk in on you!" he said. Jay listened on, and closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, the Hardyz did, but they didn't do anything," she said. "And if you were "smart", then why didn't you tell me and Jay to leave when you ran in, huh? Before Vince got there!" He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her on the bed. He pinned her down as Jay flinched.
"Don't you dare talk smart with me," he hissed. He was holding her hands so tight onto the bed that Kit's hand was almost purple, and his knuckles were turning white.
"Adam, let go, it hurts," she whimpered. He pressed down harder, and she cried out.
"Adam," Jay said when he heard her cry out.
"Jay, shut up and stay out of this," he said. He turned back to his girlfriend. "Now, who's fault is this?"
"Mine, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I won't do it ever again. I promise."
"That's a good girl," he said. "Now, go. Get the f*ck out." He let go of her, and she ran out, grabbing her jacket on the way, as told.
Kit ran over to the elevator, and pressed the buttons as fast as she can. It made a 'ding' and opened. She tried to pull her jacket on as fast as she can before anyone saw her, but the door opened already. She was hesitant to go in, for there stood Jeff Hardy. She blinked a few times, and stepped in. The door closed, and suddenly, Jeff had grabbed ahold of her wrist where Adam had just held.
She screamed out in pain as he pinned her to the wall. Her tears began coming out as the pain ran through her body. Jeff, knowing that he didn't even do anything yet, let go of her. He looked confused, and he remembered the bruises all over her arm, shoulder and wrist. "How did Amy give you bruises on the wrist?" he asked. The elevator opened, and she fled out.
She ran out of the hotel, and he can imagine her sobbing. He walked out of the hotel also, to buy some pain-relieving medication for Amy's burn.
***
Jeff walked around the parking lot, whistling and playing with the bag he had in his hand that contained Amy's medication. "You're a stupid slut," he heard someone scream. "Sleeping with all these guys and shit."
"I don't do anything," she said. "I'm loyal."
"Shuddup and stop lying," he hissed. Jeff noticed the voices. It belonged to Adam and Kit. "Now, go back up to our room, and stay there. Don't you dare leave!"
"Where are you going?" Kit asked.
"None of your business, now go!" Adam demanded. He heard footsteps of Kit leaving. When the door opened and closed, he heard another footsteps. He heard a car start and speed off.
He got out from where he was standing and walked up to where the couple previously stood. He noticed blood from where they were standing up to the door where Kit had walked through.
Kit sat in the green room as she watched SmackDown. Lita wasn't at ringside, since she was suppose to be out with injury. Kit had saw her backstage, so she was here somewhere.
Just when the match with Edge and Christian vs. Hardy Boyz ended, the door opened. Amy Dumas. Kit pretended to not notice her. She was finishing her Stephen King book that she didn't get to finish because of Adam.
Amy walked over to the table, and got a cup. Kit got up and walked over to her, pushing her into the coffee table. Amy screamed as she touched the hot pot of coffee. She held onto her burn and got up. Kit ran over to her, and started kicking her. Amy, being the pro-wrestler she was, tripped Kit. She landed on her head, and everything was blurry. Amy started kicking her. Kit tripped Amy, just how Amy tripped her. The two started brawling on the floor, when the door opened, and the Hardy Boyz came in. They picked up Amy, who straddled Kit and was punching the crap into her.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Matt screamed, as Kit sat up, holding her face and back. Jay and Adam ran in, noticing the commotion in there.
"What the hell?" Jay asked, running into the room. He noticed the broken table, with the coffee everywhere. Kit must have attacked Amy.
Adam ran in after him, and ran over to Kit. "Oh, okay, so I see all the pieces coming together now," Amy screamed as Jeff and Matt tried to hold her still. "Kit is with you two, and you guys told her to jump me didn't you?"
Just then, Vince walked into the room to see all six in there. He saw the broken table, the coffee spilt, and two girls holding their head. He figured what happened. "Okay, I warned you guys. That's enough. You all are suspended for two weeks. Not any kind of suspension, but you six wrestlers have to still travel with us. The catch is, you won't be on any television while still traveling. If you don't travel since you know you aren't going to be on television, then you all will be fired." With that, he left the room and ordered some backstage workers to clean up the mess.
All six glared at each other until Jeff and Matt escorted Amy out of the room.
***
"You should have ran out of the room after you pushed her into the table," Adam yelled at Kit as they entered their hotel room. "Now look what you did."
"I didn't do anything," she said. "I did as you told me to."
"But being the dumb blonde you are, you should have known that someone was going to walk in on you!" he said. Jay listened on, and closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, the Hardyz did, but they didn't do anything," she said. "And if you were "smart", then why didn't you tell me and Jay to leave when you ran in, huh? Before Vince got there!" He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her on the bed. He pinned her down as Jay flinched.
"Don't you dare talk smart with me," he hissed. He was holding her hands so tight onto the bed that Kit's hand was almost purple, and his knuckles were turning white.
"Adam, let go, it hurts," she whimpered. He pressed down harder, and she cried out.
"Adam," Jay said when he heard her cry out.
"Jay, shut up and stay out of this," he said. He turned back to his girlfriend. "Now, who's fault is this?"
"Mine, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I won't do it ever again. I promise."
"That's a good girl," he said. "Now, go. Get the f*ck out." He let go of her, and she ran out, grabbing her jacket on the way, as told.
Kit ran over to the elevator, and pressed the buttons as fast as she can. It made a 'ding' and opened. She tried to pull her jacket on as fast as she can before anyone saw her, but the door opened already. She was hesitant to go in, for there stood Jeff Hardy. She blinked a few times, and stepped in. The door closed, and suddenly, Jeff had grabbed ahold of her wrist where Adam had just held.
She screamed out in pain as he pinned her to the wall. Her tears began coming out as the pain ran through her body. Jeff, knowing that he didn't even do anything yet, let go of her. He looked confused, and he remembered the bruises all over her arm, shoulder and wrist. "How did Amy give you bruises on the wrist?" he asked. The elevator opened, and she fled out.
She ran out of the hotel, and he can imagine her sobbing. He walked out of the hotel also, to buy some pain-relieving medication for Amy's burn.
***
Jeff walked around the parking lot, whistling and playing with the bag he had in his hand that contained Amy's medication. "You're a stupid slut," he heard someone scream. "Sleeping with all these guys and shit."
"I don't do anything," she said. "I'm loyal."
"Shuddup and stop lying," he hissed. Jeff noticed the voices. It belonged to Adam and Kit. "Now, go back up to our room, and stay there. Don't you dare leave!"
"Where are you going?" Kit asked.
"None of your business, now go!" Adam demanded. He heard footsteps of Kit leaving. When the door opened and closed, he heard another footsteps. He heard a car start and speed off.
He got out from where he was standing and walked up to where the couple previously stood. He noticed blood from where they were standing up to the door where Kit had walked through.