what if i was alright
what if i wasnt wound so tight
what if i had the balls to be bad
would you still look at me like that
would you be mad that i had held the old me back

She slipped the black and white referee's top over her shoulders and fastened it just below her breats, straightening it over the baby pink tee she wore before making sure her black cargo pants slipped just enough down her hips to show the matching pink thong underneath.

Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her and she saw how her long red hair, free of curls fell in a long sleek mass down her back.

He walked through the door then and she lowered her gaze not wanting him to see how hard this was for her... to turn her back on all she's stood for in the wwe. Turn her back on the people who had been her family for so long... turn her back on the fans that now chanted her name, anticipating her returned walk down the ramp.

"You ready?"

His voice was gruff as he paced infront of her obviously gearing himself up for his match, she merely nodded in his direction as she watched him pace. His whole focus directed on winning... cause lets face it... thats what he did best. He didn't care who's toes he trod on and wasn't against going the extra mile to keep his title belt, even if that extra mile included a sledge hammer. He didn't care what the fans thought 'let them hate me' she had heard him say once, 'as long as this is in my possession at the end of the night... it's all good.' she had watched him pat the title belt affectionately as it hung over his shoulder.

why cant i be somebody else somebody who isnt too cruel to believe its okay
to be just me

Looking at him now she saw him as a harsh, cruel, unpredictable, unfeeling son of a bitch... and she had to become like him.

maybe i was too much
maybe i'll take it down a notch
maybe i have the gutts to go mad
maybe i'll mess me up real bad
maybe i'll make you wish you had the old me back

The disapproving roar of the crowd was deafening to her ears as she stood behind the curtain and watched his descent down the ramp towards the ring, towards his opponent. His ever present entourage following in his wake.

She heard her music blare through the arena all too soon for her liking but her liking hadn't been taken into consideration when this had all been planned. He wanted her in his faction... and what Hunter wants, Hunter gets.

Or maybe that should be 'Hunter takes'... after all wasn't that how he got her?

Of course he played nice Hunter with her but who knew how long that would last? Who knew where or how far her stint with him would take her?

As she climbed the steel steps she saw him wave her off as if she were garbage turning his back on her, his opponent on the other hand smiled warmly at her as he held the ropes open for her entry and she returned his smile with one of her own.

All the while in her mind she was already apologizing to the man who was one of her long time friend's as she signalled for the bell.

what if i cant remember who im trying to be
why cant i be somebody else
somebody who isnt too cruel to believe its okay to be just me

Hunter was gasping in pain in the centre of the ring with no where to go as Chris applied and locked in the walls of jericho.

Flair, Orton and Batista had all tried to shift the match into Hunter's favour but with a little help from backstage they now found themselves fighting outside the ring as Edge, Christian and Billy Gunn came charging down the ramp.

She tried to avoid the look in his eyes, the pain he was in, his expression willing her to do what she knew she had to do.

So she did.

She slipped out of the ring, pushed Lilian off her chair and slid back in... with the steel chair clasped in her fingers she held it up over jericho's head.

The next thing she knew the fighting outside the ring had stopped and all eyes were on her as Jericho lay face down on the ring floor, Hunter already trying to roll him over as she got down to count the one, two, three.

why cant i be somebody else somebody who isnt too cruel to believe its okay
to be just me

There they all stood in the ring, Hunter with his cherished title belt once again in it's position over his shoulder, his three flunkies clapping and nodding there approval... while I, flunkie number four stood in front of them with a mic in my hand paused at the ready to say the words that everyone outside the ring didn't want to hear.

just me

"This is me. This is Lita."

The End