Jeff Hardy walked down the cold corridor in the backstage of the arenea they were in. He noticed Trish Stratus walking in his direction. He sighed, and ducked quickly into the dressing room next to him.
"Dude, knock first," came the "Olympic" voice of Kurt Angle.
Jeff turned around to see Kurt, tightly gripping a towel around his waist.
"Sorry Kurt," Jeff's lightly accented voice repiled, he tried not to look at Kurt.
"Why are you here, Hardy?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I-er-wanted to ask, if you were-er-wrestling-um-Austin tonight?" Jeff stuttered off.
"Right," Angle said slowly, and sarcastically, "No, I have to wrestle Booker T and RVD in a Handicap tonight."
"Oh, just wonderin', I have to get ready for my match tonight," Jeff slipped out of the small dressing room.
Trish stood outside of the curtain, she was surpossed to interfere in Jeff's match.
After performing a Swanton Bomb, Jeff staggered slowly to his feet.
Ivory ran quickly at Jeff, swinging a chair at his rainbow head.
Trish grabbed the cold steel chair, and aimed it at Ivory, knocking her out cold. She leaned down and laid Jeff's arm across Lance Storm's chest. She slid out of the ring, and helped the ref into the ring.
Jeff got the three count, and Trish jumped into the air.
She quickly slid back into the ring, and helped Jeff to his feet.
He looked down at her, and tried to keep her in focus.
She placed a manicured hand on either side of his face, and pressed the lips of her "Onscreen" boyfriend onto her's.
Jeff allowed the kiss to get deeper than he intended to. It was obvious that Trish wanted it, much more than he was ready to.
He pulled back, and Trish helped him from the ring, and up the ramp.
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Thanks for reading, you all know that I have not EVER met the Sexy Skittle, or any other WWF-a-ters! (
"Dude, knock first," came the "Olympic" voice of Kurt Angle.
Jeff turned around to see Kurt, tightly gripping a towel around his waist.
"Sorry Kurt," Jeff's lightly accented voice repiled, he tried not to look at Kurt.
"Why are you here, Hardy?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I-er-wanted to ask, if you were-er-wrestling-um-Austin tonight?" Jeff stuttered off.
"Right," Angle said slowly, and sarcastically, "No, I have to wrestle Booker T and RVD in a Handicap tonight."
"Oh, just wonderin', I have to get ready for my match tonight," Jeff slipped out of the small dressing room.
Trish stood outside of the curtain, she was surpossed to interfere in Jeff's match.
After performing a Swanton Bomb, Jeff staggered slowly to his feet.
Ivory ran quickly at Jeff, swinging a chair at his rainbow head.
Trish grabbed the cold steel chair, and aimed it at Ivory, knocking her out cold. She leaned down and laid Jeff's arm across Lance Storm's chest. She slid out of the ring, and helped the ref into the ring.
Jeff got the three count, and Trish jumped into the air.
She quickly slid back into the ring, and helped Jeff to his feet.
He looked down at her, and tried to keep her in focus.
She placed a manicured hand on either side of his face, and pressed the lips of her "Onscreen" boyfriend onto her's.
Jeff allowed the kiss to get deeper than he intended to. It was obvious that Trish wanted it, much more than he was ready to.
He pulled back, and Trish helped him from the ring, and up the ramp.
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Thanks for reading, you all know that I have not EVER met the Sexy Skittle, or any other WWF-a-ters! (
