See just like I promised... another chapter... Changes are a must sometimes, But like always I do not now or ever claim to own any person whom has ever been affiliated with the WWE... Please Read and Review... Again I am sorry about the delays of my updates and I plan on getting back on track.


"Chey!" I heard someone yell, but the pain was to intense for me to care who.

"Oh SHIT!" I cursed grabbing my leg and rolling across the matt.

"Chey, answer me, what's wrong?!" they called to me again.

Everything was toned out, but the pain I felt shooting from my ankle up my leg. We had been working really hard in the ring all day with no problems, until now. I had half expected a few injuries from the students, but not me, and certainly not at the end of the day.

John and I were working a seriously advanced match and as John was going for his signature FU, I felt myself shift in mid-air and when I went to correct it my foot came crashing down to the matt, with my entire body weight on top of it.

I knew better than to try and correct a mistake in the middle of a powerful move, cause it never ends without an injury... I didn't think... So, as a result here I lie wallowing in pain.

Feeling someone wrap their arms around me they picked me up, cradling me to their chest and maneuvered us through the ropes of the ring, then down to the ground.

"Shhh... I got you." Johns voice cut softly through my pain.

"What happened?" Another voice asked to the side of us.

John's chest heaved a heavy sigh, "I really don't know." He answered.

Hot tears covered my face as John carried me toward our medical area, and I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and buried my face into his nape.

"Chey?... What's happened?" Marti asked while John sat down on the couch with me still clutched to his chest.

"I don't know... She's in a lot of pain, right leg."

"Cheyenne, you've got to tell me when it hurts." Marti instructed putting both hands on my knee and giving a gentle squeeze then he moved his hand lower on my calf, then to my ankle.

"Marti, DON'T!" I howled facing him as he put the slightest pressure on my swollen appendage.

Unlacing my boot, he slowly pulled it from my foot and grabbed the hem of my sock and removed it as gently as he could, to reveal the purple skin.

"Damn." He hissed as he looked it over, "It's possible that it's broken we need to get her into town." He informed John.

With out a second thought John scooped me up again and started walking out of the garage toward the van, "I'll wait in the car for you." he tossed over his shoulder.

Minutes later, both men had me on my way to the emergency room. I could feel myself getting pissed that I was going to be taken out of action, even more so cause I knew it was my fault. Resting my head on John's shoulder I let out a ragged breath.

Reaching up he smoothed some of the hair on my head, "You ok, princess?"

"Yeah, pains starting to dull a bit." I answered brokenly.

"Do you know how this happened?" he asked looking puzzled, "I mean, I felt you shift a little when I went to push you over and I couldn't fix it, but when we landed the next thing I know you were cursing a streak and holding your leg."

Here we go, I just know both of these guys are going to give me an earful, "Well, I felt my body turn wrong and I tried to straiten out a bit but somehow my foot ended up under me."

Marti pulled the van up in front of the emergency room doors and cut the engine before looking back at me, "Cheyenne... YOU know that you are not-"

"Supposed to do that..." I nodded in defeat, "I know... I didn't think, I'm sorry."

Surprisingly they let it go, I don't know if it was because I told them I knew I'd messed up or if they were going to wait until I was better to lay into me. Opening the door, Marti helped John pull me out and carry me inside. They explained what had happened to the nurse behind the desk and she promptly had John place me in a wheelchair and then they pushed me back and helped me onto a bed.

"Excuse me, are my friends coming back?" I asked the nurse before she left the room.

She shook her head, "No, sorry, we asked them to please wait out in the waiting room... But don't worry Miss Cheyenne, we'll take good care of you." she assured me before pulling the curtain closed.

A silent tear slowly burned it's way down my cheek once I was alone... Just days prior I was asking what else could go wrong after the guys busted in on my bath... Since starting this whole adventure I had been working my ass off just to keep up with all that I had going on and slowly, peace by peace, my world had begun to unravel. This was not how I planned for this to go! Not with work... not with the boys... certainly not with Mark... and now I lay alone in a hospital bed wondering if my summer was going to be ruined and my new dramatic life was going to be shut completely down, leaving me hobbling around on crutches for at least six weeks.

"Shit." I muttered aloud. I've got a match in less than a week to send my title rein to one of the other girls so that I could concentrate all of my energy toward the camp, and if it is broken Marti is going to have to create a new angle for the loss of my title, even if it isn't I have a strange feeling that like the past few weeks, something is going to make it difficult.

"Hello, Miss Cheyenne..." the doctor greeted throwing the curtain back, "Let's get a look at that ankle."


Makes you wonder if she will ever catch a break, huh? So what do you think? Please review..... thanks!