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: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to put this chapter up but the week before now seemed to be so busy for me and I'm just catching up with all my writing now. I know - before anyone tells me - the middle to the ending of this chapter might not make perfect sense, but there are reasons for that. One - she's too caught in the moment to realize events in perfection and a second reason is a secret. Thanks for all the reviews and adds to story stuff. It makes me so happy. I'm thinking a few more chapters left in the story, if it goes my way, probably four, maybe three depending. I'll let y'all know. For now though, read this chapter and I apologize for any grammar mistakes, I'm in a rush! Enjoy! :)
Minutes pass and I began to ponder the night. The match that is planned last minute is stupid enough and even more so stupid as we now have to go out there and wrestle someone whose neck all three of the face team wants to break. That Kyle kid better watch his back… better yet, what the hell is that kid's last name? I don't really care to know… but why doesn't anyone know?
"Matt, our match is up next," Jeff calls out, coming into the lockerroom and smiling at Beth. They share a glance, one they happen to share a lot and there is a lover's feel to the room suddenly. "Hey… where is Charity?"
"Getting ready to come out there. She said she still wants to go out there… why the hell stop her?" I explain quickly, hoping that she really is okay going out there. She didn't have to worry about looking good… that was already down pat but the emotional stress of the night seems to be taking a very heavy toll on her and I worry that she'll even last out there.
There is always such a feeling walking through the curtain and hearing the cheers or boos coming from the audience. It fuels me and Jeff but would it scare Charity? I know she's not a child but I still think of her as one in my mind… she's so much more innocent and younger.
"She's seriously coming out?" Jeff replies, looking around the room at Beth and I. "No fucking way, what did you tell her?"
"Nothing," Beth cuts in for me. "She just wanted to."
"I'm surprised," Jeff admits. "I thought we'd be dealing with an emo girl the entire night."
Beth looks at him and rolls her eyes. "Don't call her that… she's not 'emo' or whatever the hell the kids are calling it these days. She just got fucking embarrassed in front of strangers over personal business… I'd say she's allowed to sob if she wants to."
Jeff chooses to ignore Beth and goes about slipping on his armbands and finishing his way for in-ring action. I know it annoys Beth because she just gives him that death-glare, the one she only used when she was really mad. I'd have to agree with her though, Charity doesn't isn't emo… she's just hurt.
I mean, come on, the girl has been through hell and back in the course of two days… I'd say she's a bit screwed up in the head right now, but it's temporary. Maybe Jeff doesn't realize that, but he needs to. We definitely don't need him saying stupid shit and her hearing right now… it'd only screw things up more.
We don't need that.
-Charity's POV-
Pam surveys over me once last time, her eyes falling on the blue dress I am dressed in. She seems proud of the dress almost, smiling with both her mouth and eyes, like a proud mother. Mother… I haven't even thought of my parents today. I will be going home to hell.
Away from that, bad Charity I scold myself. If I can avoid all the confusion and thoughts inside of my head long enough, I can get through the night. I need to avoid the day's events and Adam Copeland's devil-like qualities… and get through the night. Why don't I think I can do that?
"Honey, you look amazing, a true bombshell," Pam tells me with a wide smile, shaking the foundation of my recent inquiries inside my head. I smile at her politely while she fluffs my hair around in a circular motion, eyes glued to the mirror as she worked. "I think your hair is amazing… I wish I had it… what do you use?"
"Other than shampoo and conditioner, nothing," I admit with a tiny smile. Most people get mad when I tell them that, they go into a rant about how it isn't fair and they go on and on about how much money they spend on hair products to get half the look I have… basically why is it my fault their hair is bad?
Like I know.
"Very lucky girl," Pam murmurs, giving my hair once last poof with her manicured laser-green fingernails. The plump woman then turns in front of me, one finger indenting into her cheek as she studies my ensemble.
"Mind if we steal the beauty you're pampering?" a southern voice asks. From the mirror's reflection I spot the incoming Hardy Boys and Beth Britt. All of their eyes are on me, in the reflection too, watching me. I know they are all worried about me, there is that familiar look in there eyes. I want to tell them I'm fine and I'm not trying to play big girl… that the big girl is not an act. But it is and I can't tell them that.
I've caused the three enough trouble and I can't imagine just adding more to it. I don't even want to think of another North Carolinian resident, one who is probably kicking himself despite what happened. It hurts to know what he did, but if I don't focus on it now, the pain can wait to later. Even though there is a slight nagging feeling inside me… I ignore that even more. The feeling shouldn't still be there. It should have been demolished when it was announced. It makes me think that I really am spineless… or you know… crazy. Either one works just fine.
Push the pain aside and just work it. I deserve this; I've had quite the week. Right? This is my time. I get to go out there and see what it feels like to be a WWE superstar and feel the same electrifying feeling all the guys and gals feel each week. It may only be for a moment, but didn't someone say a moment can last a lifetime? Or a moment can flash before your eyes too… either way… I want this moment.
This is something to be cherished and held forever. I can't wait to get out there.
I smile to the Hardy's and Beth, allowing them to know how excited I am. Even tonight's events can't break what feels like excitement. This is my now and I am living in the moment. If I rely on the past right now, I will miss the moment. The past will come back to haunt me soon, but right now… do what the Hardyz do and 'live for the moment.'
"Hi guys," I say a little more nervously then I thought I felt. My legs stand almost on their own and I smile proudly at what I am in. It feels like I'm a WWE diva in this blue cocktail dress. It's smooth and fits snug, highlighting what it should and missing the parts we shouldn't see. "What do you think?"
Both men, as if they rehearsed it whistle on cue, their grins giving the Cheshire cat a run for his money. They both just stare at me, so Beth assumes words could be more helpful, "You look wonderful hunny, that is the perfect dress for you," she states proudly. "Kick ass tonight."
I giggle. "I'm just announcing the match, Beth."
"Still," she protests. "With that, you will be just kickin' ass by walking out there."
"Thank you…"
"Well, come on boys, it's time to get to the gorilla," Beth says, even though the boys are still frozen. Okay… now they're just getting creepy… move it fellas! "BOYS!"
"OH RIGHT!" Matt yells and hot steps it out of the room, Jeff following on his tail.
"You should take that as a compliment," Beth whispers to me as I follow her out the door, and to where I would make my debut that night.
We reach the gorilla position seconds later, both of the Major Brothers at the waiting area already. They both stare at me pitifully, trying to not be obvious yet failing miserably. Over in the corner is Kyle Kryptonite, his eyes glued to me with an evil smirk—worse than any grin Randy Orton could ever give—placed firmly on his lips. Asshole. Shannon is in the other corner, avoiding everyone all together to the extent where you can barely see him, unless you were looking… and trust me, I am looking.
"And for this match, please welcome our guest announcer, Charity Burns!" I smile softly as my name is announce, just barely realizing I'm suppose to be out there already. I run out, smiling still as the song 'Crazy for this Girl' by Evan and Jaron begins to play the chorus.
I almost trip when I hear the entrance song music that is playing, but I keep it together. Even though the crowd is mostly dead (and probably confused) I beam and wave as I make my way to the ring, Jerry Lawyer waiting with the ropes open. I smile at him politely too and stand before the crowd.
"First, making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 435 pounds, from Long Island, New York, Curt Hawkins and Zach Ryder!" The two friends come out, even though they are booed. "Next making his way to the ring, accompanied by Empress Evita, Kyle Kryptonite!" He has a cocky grin on his face as he and Evita march to the ring, evil (and probably not even worked) smiles on their faces. Kyle winks at me as he passes. I ignore him and smile widely, "Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 202 pounds, from Whispering Pines, North Carolina, Shannon Moore!" I attempt to smile in his direction as he enters his depression no longer evident as he slaps hands with the fans. "And making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 465 pounds, The Hardy Boyz: Matt and Jeff!" The roof probably explodes. That is how loud it is when their theme music hits. I smile as wide as I can and clap for the brothers as they come into the ring. Shannon comes up on the side of me. I get chills.
"You're gonna be our valet for the match," Matt whispers to me when he comes into the ring.
"Okay, who—"
"Hey, Charity, your dress has a loose string," Kyle whispers. I look at my dress, raising my arm where he points. Before I can stop him though, his arm jets to my arm, pulling on the dress, meanwhile, as Curt Hawkins coming charging towards us, tackling Kyle to the ground, snapping his grip of the dress along the way.
The fabric slips into two pieces, just barely help together at the end, falling before I can catch them. I feel my face already getting red as two pale arms wrap the fabric of the dress back ground me. I don't have to look to see who it is. The person glares at Kyle while the bell is rang three times, signaling for me to get the hell out of the ring.
When I'm finally on the side, I realize what Kyle tried. Looking at my dress I can see a slip where if you were to pull it, the very flimsy double stick tape that should really be thread comes undone. It wouldn't come undone unless pulled… oh my God; they tried to… holy shit!
I meet his eyes and he confirms it just by the way he stares back at me. If it wasn't for Curt Hawkins and himself, I would be just in my bra and panties in the ring. Kyle would have continued to pull the dress until it turned into a blanket, not just a zipper. ASSHOLE!
"Charity… are you alright?" Jeff whispers to me as he comes to the side from a tag. I didn't even see him go into the ring. "Did he rig the dress, Kyle? Is that the one he gave to you from his 'room'?"
I nod, feeling tears come to my eyes. "Yes… it was," I start and explain how Kyle went about what he would have gotten through with if it weren't for two long haired blondes.
"Fucking asshole, I'll kill him!" Jeff grumbles, looking at him from across the ring.
"Focus on the match and don't worry about me, I'm fine," I assure him, and look out to the crowd. They are all too busy seeing the Hardyz together to even notice that my dress is coming undone. So much for looking hot.
I watch the match with a smile on my face, despite what went on in the ring moments before. My mind also floats back to my entrance music, why would Matt, Jeff, and Beth choose that? Maybe to make me look sexy? I'm not sure.
Matt keeps the upper hand going for his team during most of the match, nailing a DTT and a running bulldog. He goes for a Twist of Fate, but Zach Ryder refuses, tagging in Kyle. I know how mad everyone is and you can almost see the stiff moves.
In the end, Kyle wins by his finishing move called Double K, a very strange leg move I have never seen before. They heel tag team struts out of the ring, arrogant smiles on their faces. Matt, Jeff, and Shannon say in the ring, looking angry and licking their wounds.
"Charity, come in the ring," I barely hear Matt whisper.
I point to my dress and Matt slightly nods. I hang back until they exit the ring and follow the face team in suit to the gorilla position. Before I can even ask a question brewing in my mind, Matt explodes, "WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING DICK ASSHOLE? I'M GOING TO FUCKING TEAR HIM TO PIECES!"
Embarrassing, if you ask me. Everyone around me is staring at me. Oddly enough, I'm not too embarrassed about what happened out there. I stand there, still shocked though, watching as Matt and Jeff pace angrily. Beth pulls me away to get changed and I look for Shannon. Even if I'm pissed at him, he deserves a thank you for saving my ass… literally.
"What happened out there?" Beth asks.
"Adam Copeland and his dogs happened," I muttered, pulling the dress off in the lockerroom and slipping back into the clothes I was originally wearing. "They were trying to strip me into my panties and bra!"
"Fucking dicks," Beth grumbles, the profanity seething from her mouth. "You're fucking kidding me, right? And no one is doing anything?" I listen to her rant for a moment more, but my min wanders to a question. A very odd question.
I need an answer.
Now.
Next update is in a few days... probably Saturday... I'm busy on Halloween. OH and Breaking Stereotypes is on a mini hiatus... and new POLL! Read and review, and update I shall. :)