The next week went really quickly. It was all packed with interviews, photos shoots and signings to boost my popularity. I caught a ride to the next venue for Thursday night Smackdown with Adam and Jay, which I only assume will become the normal. I love how they don't let me drive – I hate driving as I'm not used driving on the right side of the road, plus the steering wheel was on the other side of the car… so confusing. We arrived at the venue, and headed to our separate locker rooms to get ready for our match. The Hardy Boyz are facing Edge & Christian again. Whilst reading over my script for tonight, Amy burst through the door with hers, ignorance written all over her face:

'Is this going to be our lives here? Being beaten up by men?' She asked rhetorically.

'I take it Rios is smacking you up again tonight?' I questioned. She threw her hands up in the air.

'A bloody Power Bomb! I wish I was the one doing the ass whooping.'

'It could be worse – I'd hate to take a Pile Driver, even if was from 'Taker.' She sighed at my response, and sat next to me, sneaking a look at my script. She quickly snatched it out of my hands. 'Oh wow, that is interesting!' She must be referring to my cut scene. 'Creative might have future plans for the two of you.' I stood up and she slapped me on the ass jokingly. 'Careful, he is like a younger brother to me!' I rolled my eyes. 'Don't get your hopes up; it's probably another way to reel the crowd in. Get them excited for something that inevitably won't happen.' I chomped up any hope she had 'Plus, the guy hates me!' I laughed, not caring. Why should I care about someone who hates me? She shook her head like I said the most idiotic thing she ever heard. 'No, he doesn't.' But that's all she said. No excuses, justifications or even reasoning for his attitude, and this basically cemented the idea it for me.

CUTSCENE

Matt Hardy stood in his locker room tapping his foot, annoyance and anger written all over his face.

'Where the hell is she?' he spat at his younger brother, Jeff, who put his hands through his hair.

'Leave her alone, you have been giving the girl smack all week.'

'She was meant to be here fifteen minutes ago!'

'Maybe she's gotten stuck in traffic or her times mixed up.'

'Why are you defending her?' Matt was now yelling 'I never wanted her. She's just going to be a pain is the ass! Probably slept her way into the company that filthy slut-' He was cut off from a coughing sound in the doorway. The camera finally panned over to me, my teary eyes revealing that I've been standing there through this whole conversation. I turned and walked away quickly, but was followed by the younger Hardy, who grabbed by arm and spun me around.

'Don't listen to him Cat, he doesn't know what he's talking about.' He tried to reassure me, but I just shook my head.

'Jeff, this isn't going to work-'

'I meant what I said the other night, I need you there ring side. I have never felt this way before.' His vivid green eyes looked so deeply into to mine, and oh boy I could get lost in them. I noticed that they were a darker green around the pupil. I was in such a trance that I had almost forgotten that my line was next. He must have thought I'd forgotten my line, and tried to save me time as he put his hand through my hair, tangling in with his fingers and then resting his hand on my cheek. It felt like electricity, which scared me so much I ran out the door, down the hall and into an empty locker room.

'Uh, cut..?'

'What the fuck, Cat?' Jeff asked, practically screaming at me, as I met him and his brother at the stage entrance. I turned around quite confused, I missed one line! Hunter said people change lines and missed things all the time, no big deal. I called him freaking out straight after the segment, worrying that I had screwed everything up. He spent a good forty minutes trying to calm me down and convince me that I truly didn't stuff up.

'What the hell is that look for? I saved your ass back there!' He was red with anger. I turned to Matt with a questionable look on my face. 'I didn't notice anything.' He told me. I turned around and stood by the opening, my back facing Jeff and I looked slowly over my shoulder. 'I'm sorry you're upset, Jeff…' I tried to keep my voice from cracking – I can be such a cry baby. '…but I think you're over reacting.'

As I finished my sentence we were signalled to go on stage, the Hardy Boyz music blaring through the speakers. We ran out, posing with our Hardy Guns.

MATCH

'Well King, we saw before the break Matt Hardy's true feelings towards his new Valet.' Jim Ross commentated as we walked down the ramp toward the ring. 'So I wonder how tonight is going to play out.'

'Who cares about tonight J.R!' The King replied, in a tone of repugnance. 'Did you see how Cat was acting with that Hardy boy? What does she see in him?'

'You think you know me' started to play and the camera panned the audience. Edge and Christian could be seen running through the crowd.

The dynamic in this match was different to the previous night on Raw is War. The Hardy Boyz dominated Christian, totally annihilating him. However he got the tag to Edge who ran in the ring and took down Jeff. Matt raced into the ring but Edge swiftly threw him over the top rope. Christian got up on the ring apron, which distracted the umpire. Sticking exactly to the script, I slipped into the ring with a steel chair and screamed 'Hey Edge, share this!' and took a swing at the blonde Canadian. However as scripted, the blonde Canadian ducked and I hit Jeff right on the top of his head. With a shocked expression on my face, I ran out of the ring, up the ramp and out of the arena and all I could hear was:

'Here are your winners, Edge and Christian!'