Chapter 17

Jordan and Lita stared straight ahead as they sat inside the dressing room that had been arranged for them. It had been a full week since the brutal attack on Matt and Jeff. Jordan finally got to her feet and read her script silently to herself again, knowing that she was going to have to deal with the problems that were arising.

"Lita I am not feelin this script at all." Jordan said with a sigh. "This could get dangerous, especially without the guys here as backup."

"I know but hey we are going to find a way to deal with it all right?" Lita said with a sigh of her own.

"I don't think so. I have a feeling I am going to regret coming here tonight." Jordan said shaking her head. "Jeff and Matt are still in the hospital so there isn't even the slightest chance of getting any backup."

"They are to hurt to back us up even if they weren't in the hospital." Lita pointed out.

"Yeah but that wouldn't have stopped them from showing up and checking on us and you know it." Jordan said arching her eyebrow.

"True. They can get a little overprotective when it comes to us." Lita said with a small laugh.

"Something just doesn't seem right. I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I don't know what to do about it." Jordan said with a sigh as she bit her bottom lip gently.

"Okay so what do you suggest we do about it?" Lita asked finally seeing that Jordan was really scared. She could tell that this wasn't good because Jordan was never scared about anything.

"I honestly don't have an answer to that question at the moment." Jordan said with a sigh.

Vince laughed as he looked at Shawn Michaels and Triple H who were going over a new plan with his secret wrestlers. Everyone was on edge after the brutal attack on the Hardy Boys and just about everyone was trying to figure out who the men were that attacked Matt and Jeff but no one was going to find out. He glanced at the script in his hand, a copy of Jordan and Lita's. He laughed evilly as he decided he would make a few unscripted changes that the ladies wouldn't be made aware of at all. They would be lucky if they got out of this without being permanently taken out of wrestling.

Jeff woke up with pain shooting throughout his body and saw his father sitting next to his bed. He could tell that he had been going back and forth between his room and Matt's and knew that wasn't a good sign. The only reason he would so stressed and feel the need to check on both of his sons is if Lita and Jordan weren't there.

"Dad?" He managed to choke out, his voice sounded hoarse and his throat felt raw and dry.

"Don't try and talk Jeff. I already know what you want to know. They had to go in tonight. They received a script and they weren't given a choice." He said softly as he gently patted his sons shoulder. "Matt is holding his own, he should wake up soon just like you did." He said basically letting him know that Matt had never regained consciousness.

Jeff felt the worry clogging his brain and he knew that until he talked to Jordan on the phone and she was on her way back here that he wouldn't be able to think about anything else but her. He felt the anger seep into his body at the thought that she was vulnerable there without him and he wanted nothing more than to climb out of the hospital bed and get on a plan to wherever they were taping. He took one look at his fathers face and knew that was never going to happen.

Jordan sighed deeply as she checked her knee brace once again. It was killing her that her own brother hated her so much that he was willing to make sure she was hurt far worse than anything she had ever felt before. She glanced over and saw that Lita was biting one of her fingernails again and shook her head gently. Lita had started to get the same bad feeling that Jordan had and it was killing them both to know that something bad was going to happen and there was going to be no one there to back them up. A knock at the startled both women and Jordan jumped and felt her heart pounding loudly.

"I guess we are both a little jumpy." Lita murmured as she headed towards the door and opened it cautiously.

"Hey ladies how ya doin?" Edge asked as he walked into the room.

Jordan shook her head and felt relief shoot throughout her body. Edge had recently confided in the ladies that he was going to be helping them out the best that he could. He had called his brother Christian and both of them had said they would try and keep an eye on them whenever the guys couldn't be there.

"Do you have a match tonight?" Lita asked worriedly.

"Yeah, bad one to. Christian sprained his wrist earlier in his so tonight we aren't going to be much help to you two." Edge confided, confirming the women's worst fears, they really were on their own tonight.

Jordan and Lita got read to head to the ring to face their doom, both women getting sympathetic looks from people as they passed them in the hallway but no one stepped forwards to offer to give them a hand. Jordan felt the bile rise in her throat at the prospect that she would leave tonight on a stretcher as Jeff had. She looked over and noticed that Lita was as white as a ghost at the moment and had stopped dead in her tracks. Jordan stopped and placed her hand on her shoulder, following her line of vision until she to, was as white as a ghost. Tonight's big time problem just got intensely real for the both of them.