THE SMACK HEARD AROUND THE WORLD

It's been a couple of days since the fight at The Olive garden took place and to say I've been avoiding both Hardy Boyz would be an understatement.

The only time I really have opened my mouth to say anything to either one of them is when we're going over our upcoming storylines for the show, or if I have a speaking role with them during the show, and even then, while I'm doing that, it's hard for me to control my anger.

Surprisingly, Mark has been my lifesaver through this whole ordeal, not only by taking up so much of the time that I would have spent with my two best guy friends, but also by making it his duty to try and see if he can work things out between the Hardyz and I, which I think is unusual given the circumstances of everything.

"Y'know Red, your going to have to talk to them sooner or later. There's really no point of ya'll's fighting with each other over little OLE me."

Standing up from my position on the floor, where I was doing my stretches for my upcoming match, I cant help but roll my eyes at Mark; something I've noticed I do a lot lately when he brings up my situation with the Hardyz. "First of all, there's really no reason for me to have to talk to them right now. You've seen it yourself, they do not want to talk to me just as much as I do not want to talk to them. And, second of all, for your information, we are NOT fighting over you, we are fighting over the fact that they are being overprotective jackasses, who think just because I am with you, that I have lost my ever loving mind, and that since I am going against them, and not hanging out/dating someone that they have chosen for me, that I am the epitome of-"

Before I can finish what I have to say, Mark grabs me by my face, and silences me with his lips, and before I can protest what he's doing, all coherent thought leaves my brain, and I am melting into his arms; letting his tongue into my mouth, and letting the little moan, that always builds up inside of me when he's near, out of my mouth.

"Y'know something, Red," Mark begins, in a lust-filled voice, as his mouth leaves mine, and he rests his forehead on top of mine, "I dont think I've ever told you this, but when you get pissed, and start throwing those lil temper tantrums of yours, you really are one big huge turn on."

At this comment, I cant help but giggle a little, before moving in, once again, and brushing my lips up against his.

After a couple more minutes of this, I feel, rather than hear, someone behind us, and take a slight step back from Mark, before turning around, to see who interrupted our moment.

"Matt..."

"Save it. I dont care." He says, fidgeting with the door knob to my dressing room, "I just stopped by to see if you wanted to work on the slap a little more before we go out there..but seeing as your busy and all, I guess we've rehearsed it quite enough."

Hearing Matt's bitter tone towards me, and seeing the way he looks at me and Mark as if he's looking through us, I cant help but feel as though I've been kicked in the stomach; but at remembering the reason why he's acting this way towards Mark and I, I cant help but feel my body tense up, and an angry growl rise up in the back of my throat; an angry growl that probably would've been followed by a few choice words if Mark didn't open his mouth and speak up before me.

"Y'dont need to worry your pretty lil Hardy head if she's ready. YOU just better be ready if that lil slap you give her out there leaves one smidge of a bruise, y'hear?"

"Perfectly," Matt says, without hesitation, as he backs out of the room, not bothering to take his eyes off of me, "just remember, though, everyone gets what they deserve."

With that being the last word, Matt released his hand from the doorknob, giving Mark and I one last look at his fleeting image before the door slammed shut in front of us--giving me one last thought:

That after tonight our friendship would never be the same again.

My match with Stacey started off just like it was supposed to: Her slapping me. Me punching her. Her kicking me into the apron. Me clothes-lining her on to the floor.

I have to say, before long, all thoughts of Mark, Jeff, and my earlier conversation with the eldest Hardy boy left my head, and I was fully concentrating on the match; and also fully concentrating on how well my opponent was doing.

Honestly, I wasn't ashamed to admit it; but Stacey had been getting better and better each time I worked with her, and since her and I had practiced together many times before, our working together in the ring felt like a breeze compared to all my other matches.

Before I even knew it, I was getting so into the match, that I didn't even realize it was almost over until I caught a glimpse of Matt heading down towards the ring.

"Alright, Matt's here. So its your turn to control the match." I whispered to Stacey, before she gave me a little nod, and kicked out of the slight pin I had given her.

The few brief moves, that Stacey gave me after that, were pulled off gracefully, and it wasn't before long that I had to reverse her clothesline, sending her over the top rope, and having her land in Matt's waiting arms.

"What are you doing?" I, or better yet, Lita screamed; causing Matt's eyes to widen before he dropped Stacey to the ground, giving me an I thought it was you look.

Stepping backwards, I dropped down to the ground, and positioned myself, behind Stacy, getting myself ready for when she was, supposed, to duck down and Matt was to hit me.

Waiting for the slap to come, I watched, bewildered, as Matt, instead of going to slap Stacey, pulled her by the arm, half-clothes-lining her into the wall barrier, and then if that wasn't enough, watched him again as he drew his arm forward, before bringing it backwards quickly..elbowing me in the eye.