Disclaimer: If I seriously owned anything in this story, do you think I'd be writing it? Exactly. I own Charity Burns, her family members, and all the other OCs. Nothing else. Zip. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Notadamnthing. :) Kapeesh? :)

A/N: Hiya yo! Guess who is a new aunt? MEE. :) Sorry, I had to say that. And now I apologize for lack of updates, yet again. I'm gonna work like mad on some tonight so I can start working on the other stories and the sequel I will be posting on here for my other Shannon Moore/OC story. I just keep falling behind without wanting to and then have to push myself around to get where I need to get back too. The good thing is I'm off of school tomorrow so I pretty much have the entire day to myself, and I'm gonna write up a storm, yo! Anyway... this lets on onto some of what's been going on around the arena and such. Predicting probably two, maybe three more chapters at the arena, probably two, then maybe three or so more chapters out of the arena until the story ends. There will not be a sequel, since this story is so long to begin with. Thanks again for all the support and such for this. Y'all are AWESOME. This is dedicated to she who shall not be named. ;) Enjoy y'all! :)

-Beth's POV-

I can't decide what to get to drink. I think it's because of Adam and his little segment he pulled back there. Actually, I think it's in all our heads… how could it not be? Adam was Matt and Jeff's friend and now… it's just nothing. He has no right coming up to us and saying shit like that. Leave the past in the past before Matt goes off on you, you know?

Because he will, and it won't be pretty. Adam doesn't care; Adam doesn't seem to care about too much lately. I don't know why. I mean, deep down, I think he's a good guy, but the utter disgust I feel when I look at him doesn't help any either.

"Are you almost done?" an impatient voice says, breaking me out of my thoughts of Adam and the entire mayhem. I realize I'm still in front of the venting machine and staring at the choices. Straightening up, I stare at the woman before me. She must be a diva, even though I don't recognize her because there is no way she is a fan. Just no way.

She's dressed in low as the come low rise jeans, a baby doll tee that's white and doesn't leave much to the imagination, and white flip flops. She could too almost pass for Melina Perez but I know her and she wouldn't have been that rude to me. I had hung out with her a bit back when Matt and Jeff were teaming against Nitro and Mercury.

"Uhm… yes," I finally answer, as she chomps like a dog on gum, watching me with concern, or more likely disgust. Her body screams expensive and in a t-shirt I received from the fans and a pair of jeans I'd just bought from Kohl's I feel very… almost dirty compared to her.

"Then can you move out of the way," she continues, rolling her eyes. Okay… who the hell does this slutty princess think she is? I don't move and just stare at her like she's a work of art. "Um hunny… I said move."

"No," I replied.

"Oh, wait! You're dating what's his face… you know, the drug addict… um… the brother… that oh, right, JEFF HARDY, aren't you?" she asks innocently, batting her eyelashes at me. Bitch. Bitch. BITCH.

"Don't call him that," I growl and push forward into her. "Listen, kid, I don't know who the hell you are or—"

"Well, then, let me introduce myself, I'm Evita Powers, better yet known in the ring as Empress Evita! I'm dating Kyle," she says proudly, showing off her belly button like I actually give a damn. "And I'm sure as hell more known then you are."

I scoff. "Hunny, just get the hell out of my face before I require you to have plastic surgery… oh oops, you look like you already did," I say sweetly, resorting to something I hadn't used in years. And I'll tell you what: it felt great.

Evita just smiles at me, before tossing her weight into my hip and hip-checking me out of the machine's view. She then carefully installs a dollar into the slot and presses the button for diet Coca-Cola. "Unlike some of us, I need to stay thin. I have a job," she whispers in my ear, before leaving me off, staring at her retreating figure, an immediate scowl on my face.

What the hell was her problem? I'd never met her before and I certainly didn't do anything to upset her (at least not anything I could see). Little girls who think they are God's gift to this earth seriously need a reality check and a slap on the face. I'd surely be glad to give her both.

I had no idea who this 'Kyle' person is either but by the looks of it he has low standards if he's dating the trash that just walked by me. "Divas," I murmur, feeling something cool inch around my waist.

Before I can protest though I feel his facial hair rub on my cheek. "You look pissed, darlin', please… don't tell me that Adam came up to you," Jeff murmurs into my ear, nibbling on it as he does so. I can feel him roam my body with wonder, even though he knows it just as well as I know myself.

"Jeff… stop, not here, we're in public," I say, pulling his hands off me like I would with a child. "We're not at home and in our beds," I remind him, then remember his question. "And no, it wasn't Adam. Do you have any idea who Evita Powers and a guy named Kyle are?"

Jeff shrugs at me, looking down the hallways for what I'd assume is a familiar face. "Sort of, both new to the business. Coming from FCW… the chick has a background in some heavy ECW like shit. Don't know a damn thing about Kevin…"

"Kyle," I repeat.

"Whatever," Jeff says with a small laugh, pecking me on the lips. "Why darlin' did you have a problem with them?"

I shrug. "Don't know about Kyle, but the bitch he's dating sure needs to watch her mouth before I put her on an all liquids diet." Just thinking about her high pitched squeaky voice makes me want to strangle something… just not Jeff. Maybe I can find myself a dummy of some sort.

"What did she say?" Jeff continues, as he pulls me along, back to the dressing rooms.

"Just some stupid shit to piss me off… I have no clue why though…" I answer with a shrug.

"I hear they're friends with Adam. Maybe that's why." Jeff stops again, leaning me against the wall. I smile timidly as our lips meet and we share a short-lived passionate kiss, watching the Reject known as Shannon Moore walk by us, head in what seemed like the clouds.

"Yo, Reject!" I say with a laugh, watching as he crashed into a few empty crates and topples to the ground. A string of curse words spills from his mouth, all of which would make an elder person faint. "Jeez man, potty mouth," I continue to joke.

"You alright man?" Jeff asks, ignoring my teasing, holding out his hand for him. I can't help but tease Shannon it's just so fun to do at times since he's so… targetable. "What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." He chuckles softly but the stony look on Shannon's face makes both of us shudder. Shannon gets up on his own, ignoring Jeff's hand and averting our gazes.

"I… I need to go… see ya later, man," Shannon whispers before walking right out of the path we were standing in front of. He rushes away, heading in the direction he was going to before he fell, mumbling words I couldn't make out. To put it into simple words: he looked spooked.

"What was that about?" I say with a short laugh and try to figure out Shannon's problem. Never before has Shannon not come back at me when I've made fun of him and of course, he was usually doing something ridiculous and I was perplexed by his recent more apprehensive behavior.

Jeff shrugs and follows the way back to the locker-room, finding both Charity and Matt staring off into space. One look from says that something bizarre has happened here too. I abruptly sit next to her and eye around me. Jeff looks very bemused himself, watching Matt inspect at his duffel bag on the floor, yet not moving.

Charity keeps wrapping her hair around her finger and twirling it with a nervous banter, not making eye contact with anyone in the room, not even when we had walked in. I almost don't want to say something to her, it seems like she's in some kind of daze, a very intimidating one.

"Everything okay here?" I say to her with a smile. Maybe if I come off as calm and act like nothing is wrong with the people occupying this room it will make her act that way. "For someone who has such a big night ahead of them, you look pretty glum," I say, teasing her while poking her side. She gives me a less than one hundred watt smile and continues to look to her left, eyes floating around.

Across the room Jeff just keeps staring at Matt, eyes squinted as if studying him will give us an answer to the weirdness that quickly was filling our friends in the arena we sat in.

Jeff shrugs at me and then yawns, sprawling out on the couch he sits on. Lazy ass. Too bad I'm too lazy myself to get up and whack him hard on the back of the head.

Matt looks up and briefly gazes around the room, chewing on his bottom lip, not an everyday thing for him. Then again sitting around quietly while words are not being said isn't very Matt. Though it is very Charity, it doesn't seem very right either. What was going on?

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-Third Person POV-

"There you are," both Adam Copeland and the newcomer Kyle grumble as Evita comes into the locker-room they were sharing, a diet coke being held from her long, elegant fingers. "Did you get to Jeff?"

Evita smiles. "No, but I pissed off his fiancé. I figure that was good enough. I think she was about ready to deck me," the skinny Melina Perez look-alike states gleefully. Suddenly after seeing the look in Beth's eyes she is ready to help for the plan so it seems. She sits next to her boyfriend, resting her full head of hair and head of course too on Kyle's shoulder, smiling up at Adam and Kyle. "I did good, I know it."

"Better of," Adam grumbles, pacing. "We can't think of anything to get this plan into action." Evita nods, not really wanting to listen to Adam. Adam tends to go off into brainstorm mode that means next to nil a lot of the time. The finished project is usually more enjoyable then the brainstorm stage the pair had learned in recent weeks of hanging out with former friend of the Hardy Boyz.

"I told you, you should just cut the girl's microphone while she's on stage!" Kyle scolds.

Adam scowls at him, eyes raging much like his character's. "And I told you dumbass, I don't want to be suspended. We must do this in a way where we can have Hardy and Moore pissed at each other and have the ring-rat they call a fan crying by the end of the night. We have a good night; they have the bad night, understand?" Adam barks at Kyle.

Kyle just nods too frightened to speak.

"Now, I was thinking that we could have Evita tell dear Matthew and the punk wannabee about a fake meeting and we'll meet them there. Make sure they bring the ring-rat along and announce everything. It'll be perfect… but that's not it. We could have the ring-rat's outfit so it rips or something and falls off her on stage… but no one will know why…" Adam muses.

"How would we do that?" Evita asks, rolling her eyes. "You can't program a shirt to come off a girl without having it off her first. And if you haven't noticed, she's already wearing clothes."

Adam scowls at the brunette. "Did I ask for your opinion, E? No, I don't think so. Do you honestly think that the stagehands and such are gonna let her go out in the shit she calls an outfit?" Evita shakes her head, smiling. "Exactly. Now, how can we ruin a dress?"

The others shrug.

"Whatever. We'll think of it later. Now we have some work to do, we need to make up a false meeting. Better yet, tell as many people as you can see along the way, E," Adam continues. "The realer it feels the more it will draw attention and not make Hardy and Moore think it's a set up, understand?" Both Kyle and Evita nod, both learning to just listen until everything is set in stone. "Have the meeting in a half hour. It'll give me time to come up with my own plan," Adam murmurs an Edge-like smile on his face. "GO NOW!"

Evita scurries, thoughts of many things running though her head. She must find the Hardyz and Moore before it was too late. Behind her stands Adam thinking about how awesome he things he is. He just stands there, a slick smile on his blonde features, gloating in his master plan.

"Hey, Adam, what about me?" Kyle pipes up, looking hopeful.

Adam shrugs. "Know anything about sewing?"

Kyle shrugs too, a little smile curling on his lips. "A little… should I got get chopping?"

Adam smiles. "I like you, you're a quick learner. Get moving!" Kyle scurries out too, leaving Adam to his lonesome… and what a dangerous thing that was.

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