Sore Loser!~ *Spoilers* o2a

[Jordan]

The hardcore match was over and Jordan was not victorious. Harlequin got the best of her. Both women were bleeding and Jordan was getting up from the mat. She was surprised when she saw Harlequin extend her hand to her.

"I think we should shake her hand she seems like a nice girl"

"Forget it! We don't need her sympathy! Sympathy is for the week babe."

Jordan was confused, but, reacted quickly. She slapped Harlequin's hand away from her.

"I don't need a hand! I got myself and that's all I need!"

Jordan turns her back on Harlequin and begins to walk up the ramp. Before walking through the ropes she looks back at Harlequin one last time and she says...

"This isn't over, only the beginning."

She walks through the curtains and begins to walk the halls of TNB. Jordan grabs a glass of water and sits thinking about what she could do to better herself.......

[Harlequin]

Harlequin stands in the ring watching this woman she just threw hands with, dis her and all. She calls for a mic, which she gets.

Wait... wait a damn minute.. Whats the problem.... Miss Hardcore... Miss weapon freak. Can't handle loseing? What is your deal girl. Losing is apart of the game. If you need another lesson in this..... then why not face me once more. I'll let you try and win back your hardcore crown... What you think, you up for that, or are you going to pull a bitch move and cry?

[Jordan]

Jordan was watching Harlequin rant through the small TV backstage. Her personalities began to take over and argued amongst each other once again.

"Don't do it! You saw how it turned out the first time. I think we should just let it go!"

"Don't listen to her. She's just a cry baby! Why do you keep on letting her take over. We should get out there and have more fun with this girl. Besides I do want to step on someones throat with a chair again."

Jordan laughs.

"Babe, I agree with what crazy said, let's go out there and forget about the cry baby! You've defeated many great women in these type of matches. So just go out there and DO IT!"

Jordan gets up from her chair and begins to walk toward the entrance once again.

"I love you" by Tila Tequila hits the speakers and Jordan walks through the curtains with a microphone in hand. The fans get up on their feet, curious with what Jordan has to say.

"Harle...Harle....I don't mind losing. Losing is something I've done before. That has never stopped me, but, I do have a problem with you extending your hand to me. I don't need your help. I'm independent! I don't need any friendships or allies. I stand ALONE! I didn't want to send you the wrong message by accepting your hand shake."

Jordan begins to walk down the ramp.

"I definitely didn't want you to think we were going to be friends."

Her face shows a disgusted expression.

"Yuck! Friendship, partners. No need for them!"

Jordan enters the ring.

"But I'm up for another game! Oh...and by the way, watch out...I may pull a bitch move."

She lowers the microphone and waits for a response.