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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 20 What You're Missing
Violet's POV
Matt was standing out there. Waiting for Jeff. Ready for a fight. In his ring gear. I glanced over at Jeff. He was dressed casually, not wanting to fight Matt. “You're sure this is how you want to do it?” I asked him “Yes, Vio,” he said, not looking at me, but staring intently at the screen. A stagehand caught Jeff's attention and he motioned for us to start our entrance.
We went out to Jeff's music. I was by his side, wearing a dark green roman style top with a lot of creases, a short black skirt, and tall black heels. Jeff looked over at me and I saw the concern in his eyes. I rolled my eyes, showing him I was fine and would be fine. He nodded once and then we walked down the ramp silently, Jeff didn't even do his dance. He did pay mild attention to his fans though. I didn't. I walked up to the side of the ring and waited for Jeff. He noticed my impatience and joined me quickly.
I could hear the announcers... here's what went down.
JR: It looks as if Violet has accompanied Jeff to the ring.
Tazz: I wonder why JR?
JR: Well, the two have been friends since childhood. I guess she's out here for support
Tazz: Well, JR, she is looking hot!
JR: You remind of the King!
Tazz: But I look better in sunglasses.
JR: Jeff is helping Violet into the ring and this looks like it's starting to get interesting.
Tazz: JR, it seems Violet's presence is having an affect on Matt. I wonder why?
JR: I don't know Tazz, but I think we're going to find out
I stood with my hands on my hips next to Jeff. Jeff had a microphone. “I'm not going to fight you Matt.” Blah, blah, blah. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. I was just glaring at Matt. His gaze flickered over to me every once in a while. I shifted my weight onto my left foot and continued glowering at the man I once loved.
Then, Matt slapped Jeff. And that almost made me snap. But Jeff didn't seem fazed. Jeff left the ring. Leaving Matt and I alone. Jeff had dropped his microphone so I bent and picked it up. “Matt.” I said coldly. He eyed me carefully. “Yes Violet,” he said, pursing his lips. I began to walk around him in a circle. Slowly, stretching my legs out with each step, swaying my hips. Teasing him. “Why are you out here?” he asked, getting angry.
I smirked, “I just wanted to show you what you're missing,” I said with an evil chuckle.
Tazz: What is she talking about JR?
JR: I have no idea Tazz.
Tazz: It sounds dirty!
JR: (chuckles)
I turned to the audience. “I know, probably none of you know this. But Matt and I dated for over six months. A long time, I know. But, one day I found out he cheated on me. With one of my best friends. He broke my heart and I found out he never really loved me. Shocker, right?” I turned my cold gaze to Matt.
I knew Jeff would be pissed at me after this, but I had already started, so I might as well finish it. “And a few months later he screws his own brother over. Matt, you're freaking insane. I hope you know that we, as in Jeff, Juli, Shannon, Shane, Shelly, and I will never forgive you for any of this. For all I care you can go to hell.” And with that, I dropped the microphone and slipped out of the ring.
Tazz: Can you believe it JR!?! Violet and Matt used to date! And he cheated on her!
JR: Well, as the old saying goes. 'Hell hath no fury over a woman scorned.' Matt's life is going to be made a living hell by SmackDown's very own Violet.
Tazz: I don't understand how he could cheat on a beautiful woman like Violet. I sure as hell wouldn't.
JR: Neither would I Tazz. But there is definitely something wrong with Matt that has led to everything he has done to all of his closest friends.
Tazz: He's pretty much isolated himself. He's screwed, JR.
JR: I agree Tazz, Matt Hardy is screwed.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I strutted up the ramp. I ignored the fans, I was just plain pissed. Thank god I had a match that night. Michelle McCool was in for a hell of a beating.
Once I was backstage I was attacked. Mainly by Jeff, Jimmy, Ron, and Mark. They all couldn't believe what I'd just said and done. “VIOLET ROSALIE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ALONE OUT THERE! MATT COULD'VE ATTACKED YOU AND IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN US A HELLA LONG TIME TO GET OUT THERE!” Jeff was freaked and panicking. I smiled at him appreciatively, “thanks for the concern Jeff but I'm fine. And I know Matt, he wouldn't attack me. Not out there at least,” I told him.
Mark shook his head, “Flora, that was brave. But stupid. Next time, tell me so I can be prepared to help you if something goes bad.” I nodded and sighed, “Next time I will but I knew nothing would happen. I would have kicked his ass before he could even get the chance to attack me,” I said proudly. Mark smiled at me and Jeff just shook his head, running a hand through his bright hair.
“Hey, Jeffy, c'mon. You're worrying about Violet Pierce. The girl who wasn't afraid of anything as a kid. She still isn't,” I told him with a gentle smile. He rolled his eyes, “stop talking about yourself in the third person. It makes you seem egotistical, which you aren't,” he said, hugging me. “I know,” I said as we pulled apart, “Matt's the egotistical one.” Everyone nodded.
I was backstage lacing up my boots and stretching when he came up to me. “Why the hell would you publicly announce our relationship like that!?!” he yelled, grabbing me by my upper arms. I met his gaze coldly. I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I was willing to stand up to him. He frowned, realizing I wasn't cowering in fear.
“I'm not afraid of you Matt. And frankly, the fans deserved to know,” I said shrugging. “No they didn't!” he shook me roughly but I still didn't flinch. Matt opened his mouth to say something else but suddenly he was spun around and he let go of me. And then he was stumbling sideways. I looked up and saw Shane standing there, breathing heavily with anger. Shane had just punched Matt.
His eyes slowly met mine, “Violet,” he breathed. And then I ran into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Shocked he slowly wrapped his arms around me as well. He squeezed me gently before he released me. I looked up at him. “You coming out with me for my match?” I asked. He nodded, “of course.” I nodded, biting back a smile. He brushed some of my hair away from my face and nervous butterflies began to dance in my stomach. What?
“C'mon. It's time for your match,” he said nodding toward the curtain. I nodded in agreement and the stagehand told me it was time for my entrance. Pressure, by Paramore began and I grabbed Shane's hand and led him out. We walked quickly but seriously down the ramp. I separated from Shane and slid into the ring. I looked at him and mouthed to him to stay out of the ring. He nodded and I turned to wait for Michelle.
I was extremely serious at the moment. I was jumping from foot to foot with my hands on my hips. My eyes flickered up and down the ramp, and around the ring. And finally 'Not Enough For Me' started playing. Michelle strutted out in her tiny black shorts and and matching top. I rolled my eyes. I pulled off my jacket and threw out of the ring. Shane caught it and I smiled at him. He nodded once then I turned back to Michelle, who was getting into the ring.
I made a gagging motion around my neck and Michelle narrowed her eyes at me. I wanna kill this bitch. She got in my face once the bell rang. “How dare you talk to Matt like that! You little wench!” she screeched. I cocked an eyebrow, leaning back with my hands on my hips. “Wench, that's the best you could do? Bitch.” I said, doing my own smack talk. She glared down at me. She was slightly taller.
Tazz: JR, it looks as if there is some bad blood between these two divas.
JR: Well, there is rumor going around that Michelle is dating Matt Hardy
Tazz: Maybe Michelle is the woman Matt cheated on Violet with.
JR: I don't know Tazz. I don't think Violet and Michelle were ever best friends.
Tazz: You have a point there JR.
JR: Is Violet jealous?
Tazz: I don't see Violet as the jealous type.
JR: Oh, look. Hurricane Helms is going to join us for this match!
Tazz: Hey man!
Hurricane: Hello Tazz. JR. It's an honor.
Tazz: (chuckles) Good, good. Now can you tell us, what makes Violet and Michelle hate each other so much?
Hurricane: Mainly, it's just that their personalities clash. Violet's stubborn and, Michelle, um...well...no comment.
JR: So, it has nothing to do with Matt Hardy?
Hurricane: You'll have to ask Violet about that.
Tazz: I feel there's something you're not telling us Hurricane.
Hurricane: It's not something for me to tell.
Tazz & JR: (glare at Hurricane)
Hurricane: I'm just sayin'!
(silence; after a short pause)
JR: oh look! The ladies are going at it!
I pounced on Michelle after I couldn't stand hearing her voice any longer. I straddled her and started punching her face. The ref counted and I stopped when he got to three. I got off of her and backed up slightly. Once she was on her feet she tried to spear me but I moved out of the way and she hit her shoulder against the turnbuckle.
I smirked proudly at myself as I bent my knees slightly and placed my palms on my knees, waiting. I watched her closely as she straightened up, flexing her arm. I raised my eyebrows and then made my move. I came up behind her, grabbing her already hurting shoulder and twisted that arm behind her back. She let out a cry of pain and I was suddenly in my zone. I didn't hear the announcers, or the crowd, and I barely heard the ref.
She tried to reverse my hold into a hip toss but I countered it into and arm drag, flipping her over me. Now she was on the ground, squirming in pain. I held it for a while longer and she finally broke out of it. I stumbled back slightly and feigned my misstepping. She fell for it. She dove for my knee. But I dropped down slightly and caught her in the stomach with my knees.
Her body jerked and she rolled off onto the ground. I smirked proudly and dropped an elbow. I looked at the turnbuckle and then Michelle. I measured the distance with my eyes. Perfect. I quickly hoped up on top of the turnbuckle and stood, facing the crowd. I met Shane's eyes briefly and he nodded, signaling to me that I wouldn't miss. Michelle was out.
I hit the moonsault without a slight mistake. I rolled Michelle up for the pin. 1...2...3! I was up on my feet in mere seconds and then Shane was in the ring. He grabbed my hand while the ref, Charles Robinson, lifted the other. Charles let go and Shane showed me off to the crowd in each direction. I smiled over at him as he held the ropes apart for me and we headed up the ramp. Now I was in a much better mood so I slapped some of my fans' hands.
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Matt was standing out there. Waiting for Jeff. Ready for a fight. In his ring gear. I glanced over at Jeff. He was dressed casually, not wanting to fight Matt. “You're sure this is how you want to do it?” I asked him “Yes, Vio,” he said, not looking at me, but staring intently at the screen. A stagehand caught Jeff's attention and he motioned for us to start our entrance.
We went out to Jeff's music. I was by his side, wearing a dark green roman style top with a lot of creases, a short black skirt, and tall black heels. Jeff looked over at me and I saw the concern in his eyes. I rolled my eyes, showing him I was fine and would be fine. He nodded once and then we walked down the ramp silently, Jeff didn't even do his dance. He did pay mild attention to his fans though. I didn't. I walked up to the side of the ring and waited for Jeff. He noticed my impatience and joined me quickly.
I could hear the announcers... here's what went down.
JR: It looks as if Violet has accompanied Jeff to the ring.
Tazz: I wonder why JR?
JR: Well, the two have been friends since childhood. I guess she's out here for support
Tazz: Well, JR, she is looking hot!
JR: You remind of the King!
Tazz: But I look better in sunglasses.
JR: Jeff is helping Violet into the ring and this looks like it's starting to get interesting.
Tazz: JR, it seems Violet's presence is having an affect on Matt. I wonder why?
JR: I don't know Tazz, but I think we're going to find out
I stood with my hands on my hips next to Jeff. Jeff had a microphone. “I'm not going to fight you Matt.” Blah, blah, blah. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. I was just glaring at Matt. His gaze flickered over to me every once in a while. I shifted my weight onto my left foot and continued glowering at the man I once loved.
Then, Matt slapped Jeff. And that almost made me snap. But Jeff didn't seem fazed. Jeff left the ring. Leaving Matt and I alone. Jeff had dropped his microphone so I bent and picked it up. “Matt.” I said coldly. He eyed me carefully. “Yes Violet,” he said, pursing his lips. I began to walk around him in a circle. Slowly, stretching my legs out with each step, swaying my hips. Teasing him. “Why are you out here?” he asked, getting angry.
I smirked, “I just wanted to show you what you're missing,” I said with an evil chuckle.
Tazz: What is she talking about JR?
JR: I have no idea Tazz.
Tazz: It sounds dirty!
JR: (chuckles)
I turned to the audience. “I know, probably none of you know this. But Matt and I dated for over six months. A long time, I know. But, one day I found out he cheated on me. With one of my best friends. He broke my heart and I found out he never really loved me. Shocker, right?” I turned my cold gaze to Matt.
I knew Jeff would be pissed at me after this, but I had already started, so I might as well finish it. “And a few months later he screws his own brother over. Matt, you're freaking insane. I hope you know that we, as in Jeff, Juli, Shannon, Shane, Shelly, and I will never forgive you for any of this. For all I care you can go to hell.” And with that, I dropped the microphone and slipped out of the ring.
Tazz: Can you believe it JR!?! Violet and Matt used to date! And he cheated on her!
JR: Well, as the old saying goes. 'Hell hath no fury over a woman scorned.' Matt's life is going to be made a living hell by SmackDown's very own Violet.
Tazz: I don't understand how he could cheat on a beautiful woman like Violet. I sure as hell wouldn't.
JR: Neither would I Tazz. But there is definitely something wrong with Matt that has led to everything he has done to all of his closest friends.
Tazz: He's pretty much isolated himself. He's screwed, JR.
JR: I agree Tazz, Matt Hardy is screwed.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I strutted up the ramp. I ignored the fans, I was just plain pissed. Thank god I had a match that night. Michelle McCool was in for a hell of a beating.
Once I was backstage I was attacked. Mainly by Jeff, Jimmy, Ron, and Mark. They all couldn't believe what I'd just said and done. “VIOLET ROSALIE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ALONE OUT THERE! MATT COULD'VE ATTACKED YOU AND IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN US A HELLA LONG TIME TO GET OUT THERE!” Jeff was freaked and panicking. I smiled at him appreciatively, “thanks for the concern Jeff but I'm fine. And I know Matt, he wouldn't attack me. Not out there at least,” I told him.
Mark shook his head, “Flora, that was brave. But stupid. Next time, tell me so I can be prepared to help you if something goes bad.” I nodded and sighed, “Next time I will but I knew nothing would happen. I would have kicked his ass before he could even get the chance to attack me,” I said proudly. Mark smiled at me and Jeff just shook his head, running a hand through his bright hair.
“Hey, Jeffy, c'mon. You're worrying about Violet Pierce. The girl who wasn't afraid of anything as a kid. She still isn't,” I told him with a gentle smile. He rolled his eyes, “stop talking about yourself in the third person. It makes you seem egotistical, which you aren't,” he said, hugging me. “I know,” I said as we pulled apart, “Matt's the egotistical one.” Everyone nodded.
I was backstage lacing up my boots and stretching when he came up to me. “Why the hell would you publicly announce our relationship like that!?!” he yelled, grabbing me by my upper arms. I met his gaze coldly. I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I was willing to stand up to him. He frowned, realizing I wasn't cowering in fear.
“I'm not afraid of you Matt. And frankly, the fans deserved to know,” I said shrugging. “No they didn't!” he shook me roughly but I still didn't flinch. Matt opened his mouth to say something else but suddenly he was spun around and he let go of me. And then he was stumbling sideways. I looked up and saw Shane standing there, breathing heavily with anger. Shane had just punched Matt.
His eyes slowly met mine, “Violet,” he breathed. And then I ran into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Shocked he slowly wrapped his arms around me as well. He squeezed me gently before he released me. I looked up at him. “You coming out with me for my match?” I asked. He nodded, “of course.” I nodded, biting back a smile. He brushed some of my hair away from my face and nervous butterflies began to dance in my stomach. What?
“C'mon. It's time for your match,” he said nodding toward the curtain. I nodded in agreement and the stagehand told me it was time for my entrance. Pressure, by Paramore began and I grabbed Shane's hand and led him out. We walked quickly but seriously down the ramp. I separated from Shane and slid into the ring. I looked at him and mouthed to him to stay out of the ring. He nodded and I turned to wait for Michelle.
I was extremely serious at the moment. I was jumping from foot to foot with my hands on my hips. My eyes flickered up and down the ramp, and around the ring. And finally 'Not Enough For Me' started playing. Michelle strutted out in her tiny black shorts and and matching top. I rolled my eyes. I pulled off my jacket and threw out of the ring. Shane caught it and I smiled at him. He nodded once then I turned back to Michelle, who was getting into the ring.
I made a gagging motion around my neck and Michelle narrowed her eyes at me. I wanna kill this bitch. She got in my face once the bell rang. “How dare you talk to Matt like that! You little wench!” she screeched. I cocked an eyebrow, leaning back with my hands on my hips. “Wench, that's the best you could do? Bitch.” I said, doing my own smack talk. She glared down at me. She was slightly taller.
Tazz: JR, it looks as if there is some bad blood between these two divas.
JR: Well, there is rumor going around that Michelle is dating Matt Hardy
Tazz: Maybe Michelle is the woman Matt cheated on Violet with.
JR: I don't know Tazz. I don't think Violet and Michelle were ever best friends.
Tazz: You have a point there JR.
JR: Is Violet jealous?
Tazz: I don't see Violet as the jealous type.
JR: Oh, look. Hurricane Helms is going to join us for this match!
Tazz: Hey man!
Hurricane: Hello Tazz. JR. It's an honor.
Tazz: (chuckles) Good, good. Now can you tell us, what makes Violet and Michelle hate each other so much?
Hurricane: Mainly, it's just that their personalities clash. Violet's stubborn and, Michelle, um...well...no comment.
JR: So, it has nothing to do with Matt Hardy?
Hurricane: You'll have to ask Violet about that.
Tazz: I feel there's something you're not telling us Hurricane.
Hurricane: It's not something for me to tell.
Tazz & JR: (glare at Hurricane)
Hurricane: I'm just sayin'!
(silence; after a short pause)
JR: oh look! The ladies are going at it!
I pounced on Michelle after I couldn't stand hearing her voice any longer. I straddled her and started punching her face. The ref counted and I stopped when he got to three. I got off of her and backed up slightly. Once she was on her feet she tried to spear me but I moved out of the way and she hit her shoulder against the turnbuckle.
I smirked proudly at myself as I bent my knees slightly and placed my palms on my knees, waiting. I watched her closely as she straightened up, flexing her arm. I raised my eyebrows and then made my move. I came up behind her, grabbing her already hurting shoulder and twisted that arm behind her back. She let out a cry of pain and I was suddenly in my zone. I didn't hear the announcers, or the crowd, and I barely heard the ref.
She tried to reverse my hold into a hip toss but I countered it into and arm drag, flipping her over me. Now she was on the ground, squirming in pain. I held it for a while longer and she finally broke out of it. I stumbled back slightly and feigned my misstepping. She fell for it. She dove for my knee. But I dropped down slightly and caught her in the stomach with my knees.
Her body jerked and she rolled off onto the ground. I smirked proudly and dropped an elbow. I looked at the turnbuckle and then Michelle. I measured the distance with my eyes. Perfect. I quickly hoped up on top of the turnbuckle and stood, facing the crowd. I met Shane's eyes briefly and he nodded, signaling to me that I wouldn't miss. Michelle was out.
I hit the moonsault without a slight mistake. I rolled Michelle up for the pin. 1...2...3! I was up on my feet in mere seconds and then Shane was in the ring. He grabbed my hand while the ref, Charles Robinson, lifted the other. Charles let go and Shane showed me off to the crowd in each direction. I smiled over at him as he held the ropes apart for me and we headed up the ramp. Now I was in a much better mood so I slapped some of my fans' hands.
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