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I do own Rystine

Shannon walked Ry to the curtain. He stood, arms crossed, like a bodyguard as they waited for Randy. He eyed off anyone that came near and looked suspiciously at many of the backstage crew.

Ry- "Shannon relax. If what you think is true then they would at least have the guts to face me in the ring. You know this could all just be one of Vince's schemes?"

Shan- "Maybe. But it's not above any superstar to backstage someone."

Ry- "Didn't Matt have to do a script like that with Jeff once?"

Shan- "Ahh"

He ran his hand through his hair realising that he should have kept his mouth shut.

Shan- "Ah I wouldn't bring that up around him. He ah is still angry that Jeff won that feud."

Ry lost concentration as Randy Orton strutted to the curtain.

Randy- "Evening. I see your not throwing around accusations like you were earlier."

Ry- "Yeah. Ah sorry about that Randy. But you've gotta admit, if anyone had it in for me, it would be you."

Randy- "I'm not the only one."

Randy's music hit and before she could question him he took her by the waist and dragged her through the curtain.

Ry held her smiling facade as Randy led her to the ring. But inside she was furious. Randy knew something about this. He knew that some one else hated her but why hadn't he told her. She tried not to move her lips, from their constant smile, as she angrily questioned him.

Ry- "Randy what the hell is going on? Who did that to my locker?"

Randy- "It's not important. Just let it go O.K. please don't let this get to you?"

Ry- "What are you talking about?"

As he held the ropes open and helped her into the ring, his pleading eyes met hers. For the first time she saw genuine concern for her.

Randy- "Ry promise me you will leave this story line as a story line and nothing else. If you turn it into something more people could get hurt."

Ry- "Randy what do you mean? What's going to happen?"

Randy- "Remember Ry these people pay to see your character not you. The real you wouldn't last five seconds in this ring."

Orton took his place beside the ring as their opponent's music blasted through the speakers.

Ry- "Randy answer me!"

Ry yelled but the music swamped her words and they were lost to the 'boo's' of the crowd and by a moment of pure terror.

Her opponent Beth Phoenix ran to the ring, adorned in red lipstick. Ry's breath seems to stop and stick to the inside of her throat. Phoenix was not someone to mess with especially now that her and Ry shared a story line with Randy. But even now as the Glamazon thundered down the ramp, hell bent on destroying Ry, Randy's words did not make sense. All the same neither did Shannon's. If they both suspected Phoenix of the personal attack why had Shannon been worried about Matts reaction? Why had Randy begged her to separate her real life from that of the WWE? Ry didn't even understand what he had meant about keeping a story line as a storyline, but for some reason she knew she had to be careful tonight. She was scripted to lose. She would place Phoenix perfectly for her finisher then by interference she would be hurt and Phoenix would finish her. Assuming that sooner or later in this match Victoria would run out and join the fray, Ry lowered her stance and braced for the impact of Beth Phoenix.

The match went accordingly. But the impact Ry took was far greater than any Diva could have given. Phoenix lay in the ring, lying flat, appearing ready to take Ry's shooting star press. Ry climbed the ropes and for only a second she hung her head, reaching, then letting go of the ropes that supported her. As she flicked her hair from her face and raised her body she saw in the corner of her eye, Randy's falling mass, collapse onto the floor. 'It was only Victoria', Ry convinced herself. Beating down the unexplained fear that rose from the pit of her stomach. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. In the back of her mind questions raced, 'How had Victoria knocked Randy down so fast?' 'Why hadn't she come from the ramp?' 'Why was the crowd silent, not a cheer or jester throughout the entire arena?' She felt her body crouch then lift itself into the air. Victoria had missed, she was supposed to hit Ry before she carried out the finisher. But Ry felt a hand strong and menacing grab her legs. The hand however was not Victorias. And it pulled her legs upright. Her body twisted awkwardly in midair. She could sense the ground getting closer, she tried to right herself, knowing that a neck injury now could end her career. But the mat didn't come when it should have. And seconds from impact the sickening reality hit her, she wasn't falling uncontrollably onto the ring, but onto the cement floor. Her shoulder hit first, she heard it crack, before anything else. Next her head hit the floor sideways, it lolled back and forth as her back collapsed and sunk onto the floor followed by her legs, which flailed last, trailing her mannequin like body.

The pain in her head coursed throughout her body in seconds. She could barley hear the outraged crowd through the thud of her own heartbeat. She tried to move anything but it hurt too much. She screamed as she grabbed her shoulder. It was definitely not where it should be. When she felt other hands on her she forced her eyes open. The bright lights of the arena stung. But through the haze she saw the medical staff scurrying madly to keep her from screaming and stop the pain. Ry wanted them to make it stop. Her entire body hurt and her vision spun as she tried in vain to find someone she knew. She could hear Randy trying to keep her calm. Every now and then she felt his hand brush hers. She could also hear him abusing the medical staff, over how slow they were to administer painkillers. Ry really didn't care what the hell the audience would think, or about any censorship rules, she just wanted the pain to stop. Biting her lip she let them lift her onto a stretcher. More than anything she wanted to walk out, not only for her pride, but for her fans. But honestly her body just wouldn't let her. It was wracked with shock and shivered uncontrollably. Before they strapped her neck she grabbed Randy's hand and cried "Where's Matt?" Randy turned to face the ring. Ry wasn't sure if he was acting, or if some real aspect of anger, was held behind his abuse of Matt Hardy. Matt stood in the ring with Beth Phoenix. Phoenix laughed and sneered at Randy. Matt's eyes never left Rystines body. He tried to keep an emotionless expression. But behind his brown eyes he wanted nothing more, than to beat himself bloody, for what he had just done.

But this was the WWE, this was there profession and nobody had ever said it was going to be easy.

Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoyed it.