Heyo! So I'm going to explain a few things before I get on with the story. This story is a request from my dear friend SummerRain173, and is something rather cracked that I had to cook up for her. Basically I told her I wanted to write a gift fic for her and for her to give me something odd to write about. Well here's what occurred.

So here is the list of things I was told I had to have in my story

Beth Phoenix and Mr. Kennedy as main pairing

Jeff Hardy as minor major character

a Frog

Livin' Da Vida Loca by none other than Ricki Martin

Pink Scarf

Paper Bag

Mini Marshmellows

Single Poker-chip

Mention of a Hairdresser

So I hope you enjoy and here is the first chapter of what will hopefully be a rather short multi-chapter fic. It's meant to be cheesy so don't blame me if your eyes burn out of your skull because of how bad it really is. By the way, I'm rating it M in case of any swearing or anything else that might end up in the story, I myself am not really sure what is going to happen, so lets find out eh? :D:D

Blame It On Ricki Martin Chapter One

" JJJJJJEFFFFFFFFFFF!" A loud voice echoed in a once silent hallway.

Ken Anderson shook his head in amusement as he watched his rainbow-haired friend scamper past, winking at him with the ever-present glint of mischief in his eyes. Ken let out a snort as he observed the Legend-Thriller scurry onward down the hall, cackling maniacally.

"Jeff, I swear, if you don't give me back Mickie's bag of marshmallows, I'm going to tear you open a new one!"

Ken turned his head slightly to see who it was that the youngest Hardy had pissed off this time. There standing in front of him was the resident 'Glamazon' Beth Phoenix.

"Hi Ken," Beth nodded at him quickly as she continued her rampage to salvage Mickie's treats. Ken managed to stammer out a rushed, "Hey Beth" just as she rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. His cheeks started to burn as he let out a sigh of disappointment. It always seemed to happen that way.

"Bye Beth," He exhaled, feeling his chest sink in regret. Pushing off from the wall he had been leaning on, the onscreen loud-mouth began his trek to the guys locker room.

Truth be told, Ken had been harboring a secret infatuation with Beth for quite some time, in fact ever since her glorious debut on RAW he had looked on at her in admiration and respect. Both of which had blossomed into more then just a little crush.

Everyone held the belief that she was extremely manly on and off screen, and even though Ken could admit she did play up that particular image quite well, he knew she wasn't like that once the cameras were off. On the other hand however, she wasn't girly by any means, and Ken found that extremely attractive. Most men were scared off by the independent nature she possessed, and how self-assured she was, but Ken recognized her as a diamond in the rough.

It was so annoying though, how flustered he became when he was in her presence. He wasn't a ladies man by any means like Shawn Michaels or even John Cena, nonetheless he could usually hold his own when approaching or being approached by the fairer sex. The fact that once Beth was in the vicinity he clammed up and could barely stutter out a greeting was rather embarrassing.

Needless to say, Ken was just glad that no one had found out about his dirty little secret.

Beth sighed after she had turned the corner seconds later from her slight (very slight) confrontation with the one known as Mr. Kennedy. Leaning her back against the wall, her eyelids slid shut as she took in a deep, shaky breath.

'God did he look gorgeous today' The thought popped into the blonde's head, unwanted, yet she couldn't disagree with it.

He had looked exceptionally attractive today, dressed in a sapphire-colored button up shirt, and loose-fitting dark-washed jeans. She didn't get to see him very often in his street clothes and she rather liked the way he looked while properly dressed and not flouncing around in what many of the men had dubbed their "wrestling gear." Contrary though to what most thought Beth felt about the small trunks most of the men wore, Beth could admit that she didn't mind seeing the bleached-haired man parade around in his manties.

Glancing around to make sure no one had seen her small moment of vulnerability, the women's champion decided to just cut her losses and head back to the dressing room. Peaking around the corner, the muscular woman let out a breath she wasn't even aware she had been holding when she realized the coast was clear.

"Thank goodness he's gone," she mumbled under her breath.

"Thank goodness who's gone?" questioned a curious voice over her shoulder.

Beth jumped visibly, obviously startled. Twisting her head to the right, the blonde found herself staring into the greyish-green pools that belonged to the sneaky little imp that had started this mess.

"Jeff..." she growled out, "When I'm finished with you, you're going to wish you were never born!"

Of course the threat was completely false, as Beth loved Jeff like the little brother she never wanted. He may have been older than her physically, but in mind and spirit she didn't ever want to begin to think about what age he was. It was obviously somewhere in the single-digits.

"But Elizabeth.." Jeff started, poking his bottom lip out, making it quiver pathetically. "I was just having fwun."

"Don't even try it Jefferz, that's not going to work on me." Beth watched as the Charismatic Enigma widened his eyes, making them gloss over in a way that made him, dare she think it, adorable.

"I know you've got the hots for Ms. James my dear boy, so why don't you just let her know instead of playing these childish games with her?" The Glamazon asked exasperated with both of her friends and the lack of maturity they seemed to possess.

"But this is so much more fun!" Jeff grinned, his canines showing as the puppy-dog eyes from before vanished in an instance.

The blonde shook her head at his quick change of attitude and while he was momentarily distracted, the Buffalo native snatched the bag of pillowy goodness from his evil clutches.

"Nice try bud!" Beth laughed as she pranced down the hall, marshmallows safely tucked in the crook of her elbow. "Maybe next time eh?"

"No fwair." Jeff pouted, but gave up swiftly as he realized the departing diva really couldn't give a damn. Pushing his hands into his overly large pockets, the Legend-Thriller journeyed onward in the direction of the men's locker room.

Smirking at the thought of finding ways to get under his close friend Ken's skin, Jeff hummed the tune to the on screen loudmouth's entrance theme. Turn up the trouble indeed.

The youngest Hardy brother had witnessed the little interaction between beth and Ken, or lack there of, and he found that the more he thought about the after effects he'd seen from them, he should've realized the spark that was there a long, long, long time ago.

"Beth your my hero!" hollered the three time Women's Champion Mickie James as she glomped the slightly more muscular woman the second she spied the now retrieved bag of marshmallows.

Planting a gigantic, juicy, slobbery smooch on her friend's cheek, the joyful diva plucked the bag from her arms and commenced gobbling up the colorful cushions of sugar.

"Mickie.." Beth began, it was the same chat she gave her brunette friend every time Jeff pulled one of his shenanigans on her. "We both know that you can't deny your infatuation with our Rainbow-haired Warrior, and one of these days I'm not going to be around to be your knight in shining armor. He likes to tease everyone but we both know most of the teasing happens to you. Just tell him already!"

"I know Beth, really I do, but I just seem to make a complete idiot of myself whenever we're forced to interact. Remember the time when I somehow managed to hit him in the eye with the poker-chip? Something that ridiculous would never happen to anyone else but me." The smaller of the two women glowered as she shoved a couple more marshmallows in her mouth.

It was the truth Beth agreed, but the situation was hilarious. A small group of the wrestlers had been entertaining themselves by playing a skewed version of tiddlywinks with poker-chips when Mickie decided to try and show off her "amazing skill" at the game. The fact that it had somehow ended with a single poker-chip soaring across the room at a high-speed and hitting the High-flyer right in the eye was miraculous and unfortunate all at the same time. Jeff was forced to wear an eye patch for almost two weeks following the incident, the wound was so hideously bad.

Mickie had felt horrible, but Jeff had just laughed her concern off saying that things like that happened to him all the time. She had followed the man around for those full two weeks doing everything for him, from opening the door to bringing him food in his hotel room.

Beth suspected that there were ulterior motives involved other than guilt like Mickie claimed.

Her reminiscing was brought to a halt when Mickie finally spoke. "I'm pretty sure he likes me, but I don't know, I just really don't want to eff this up Beth."

Looking down at her sullen friend, the blonde did what any friend would do, give them the best advice of their life. "You'll never know until you try," was the comment Beth made, doing her best to look wise and all-knowing.

After a few seconds had ticked by in silence, the Glamazon let her form slump as she witnessed her friend burst into full out howling. Sliding into one of the small love-seats that littered the women's locker room, Beth exhaled loudly, only fueling her friends dying snorts into becoming full-blown laughter once again.

Wry grin on her face, the Women's Champion let a snicker of her own out as Mickie proceeded to choke on a marshmallow she had inhaled. Quickly handing her friend a water bottle, Beth found herself thinking about a certain someone from Green Bay, Wisconsin.

She should probably follow her own advice, but truth be told, she was frightened by the thought of giving her heart away again. Her last relationship had not ended well, and in her mind her ex-boyfriend was going to be the one she was going to spend the rest of her life with. Beth was terrified of of rejection and it had taken her a long time to build her self-confidence back up , once it had been shattered like it had been.

She was not going to go through that ordeal again if she could help it.

"Is something the matter, hun?" Beth was swiftly brought away from her self-deprecating thoughts. Looking up, the Glamazon found herself staring into the deeply concerned faces of her two best friends.

"You looked like you were somewhere far away, and it didn't look like it was a particularly pleasant place chica," Melina began her concern for her friend showing in her voice and on her face.

"Naw, nothing is wrong, you're right though, I was just thinking back on Todd," She looked down, trying to hide the flash of hurt she knew had flitted across her face, completely missing the murderous looks her friends had on their faces that left as soon as she glanced back up.

"Aw sweetie," Mickie sidled up next to her, wrapping a comforting arm around her slumped shoulders. "You really need to stop thinking about him, he's not worth your time or tears, and I know you know that."

"Group hug!" Melina sat down on the armrest beside Beth and enveloped both her friends in a loving hug.

"Woman, you're hot and downright sexy if I do say so myself. You're the most thoughtful, caring person I know, and if Todd couldn't see that, he doesn't deserve your attention."

"Alright, alright, I get it you guys, no more thoughts about that Bastard," Beth stood up, untangling herself from her friend's limbs.

"I really should hop a shower before heading to make-up, as chasing your future husband," at this she stared pointedly at Mickie, "has got me all sweaty and gross feeling."

With that said, Beth went over to grab a towel before heading to the showers but that was quickly interrupted by someone screaming right outside the dressing room. Instantaneously, the two other divas voted that Beth should be to one to check out the noise, as she was most likely to be able to do something about it.

"Why is it always me?" The Womens Champion muttered to herself as he poked her head out the door, just as Randy Orton sped by wearing a blonde wig, a hideously bright pink scarf and a Mr. Kennedy t-shirt with his normal wrestling gear underneath. That was when she realized what the screaming was, or rather where it was coming from, as a red-faced extremely disgruntled Ken Anderson came storming down the hall after him. If looks could kill, lets just say the Legend-killer would have been dead 5329 times over. AT least.

"Her lips are devil red, and her skins the color mocha! She will wear you out, livin' davida locaaaaaaaa!" Randy sang out, completely off key and in a horribly cheesy tone on top of that.

"Orton, I swear if you don't give me back my Ipod in the next 3 seconds, there won't be a WWE Champion for people to boo at!" Ken growled out menacingly, failing to notice a certain Buffalo native leaning against the doorway, her hand over her mouth to smother the giggles that were escaping as she watched the scene unfold.

'How is it that even angry, Ken still manages to look sexy as hell?' Beth pondered as she observed Ken trying to pummel Randy, but the One Man Dynasty somehow managed to continue dancing around him, Ipod buds safely tucked in his ears as he listened to the Latino sensation that is Ricky Martin.

"She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the raaainnn," at this Randy unraveled the fuchsia knitted scarf from his muscular neck and proceeded to wing it around over his head, hips gyrating to the beat. With each groin thrust, he somehow managed to whip Ken in the face and you could tell it was definitely intentional. Beth stifled another giggle. Ken looked murderous.

"She'll make you live a crazy life, and she'll take away your pain, like a bullet through you Braaain!"

"COME ON!" Jeff hardy joined in with Randy, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

Beth didn't think it was humanly possible for Ken to turn redder, but he certainly proved her wrong. Seeing as the trio hadn't noticed her presence, she decided to make herself known.

The sound echoed through the hallway as Beth clapped her hands together, applauding the impromptu performance in front of her.

"Bravo! Magnifico! Stupendous!" The muscular woman exclaimed between her bouts of laughter. Randy grinned like a little boy in a candy store and exhibited his version of a dramatic bow.

"Why thank you, thank you," He called out, blowing kisses in the air. "They love me, they really love me!"

"So Ricky Martin eh?" Beth smirked slyly, turning her attention to Ken who looked at her in horror, his flushed face quickly growing pale.

Beth hurried to assure him that she found it endearing rather than horrifying and that he wasn't any less of a man for it.

"Ken, don't worry, my respect has only grown for you, just knowing that you have he balls to have that on your Ipod, let alone taking it into the men's locker room. I may not be a man, but I know that anything that's taken in there is fair game." Ken felt his body instantly sag in relief.

'Thank the lord she's not disgusted by it,' he couldn't help but think.

The pair had failed to notice that the two horrible singers had miraculously disappeared, leaving them alone in the empty corridor, pink scarf and Ipod laid discarded on the floor. Beth stepped over to the pile and picked up the small device. Turning it off, she wrapped the headphones around the electronic all the while aware that Ken was watching her.

"I believe this was what you were after," Beth stated as she passed it over to his awaiting hand.

It was the faintest of brushes, but Beth swore she could feel tingles traveling up her arm from where her fingertips had swept across his palm. Holding her arm rather awkwardly, she looked up into Ken's eyes. They peered down at her, swirling depths of blue and grey, seeming to pierce her to her very soul. Searching her own grey pools for something, but what that something was, she didn't know.

"Thanks..." Ken said slowly, never breaking the eye contact. He had never been this close to her, always admiring from afar. He was close enough to her to feel the heat her body was producing and he could smell the faintest hint of vanilla. It was intoxicating.

The jolt of arousal he had felt when they touched had traveled through his whole body, and he couldn't help but wonder if the faintest of caresses from her could rile him up that easy, what else the vixen was capable of making him feel. He tried to tone down his passion by pulling at his collar, he was feeling a bit heated and he knew that chasing Randy all over the arena wasn't the reason.

"Well I'm going to go jump a shower before RAW starts as chasing Rainbow Brite around the arena makes a person sweaty and exhausted." Beth then proceeded to peck Ken on the cheek before ducking back into the Divas locker room.

"See ya around," she said with a quick wink, just before the door closed behind her, leaving Ken paralyzed in the middle of the hallway.

"Did she just..." Ken shook his head, a corny grin spreading across his face as he headed back down the hall, a certain spring added to his step.

Beth closed the door behind her quietly, and glanced around. The main room was empty, meaning Mickie and Melina must have been bored waiting up for her, and went to take showers of their own. Letting out a huge gust of air, the diva let herself slide down the door, head resting in her hands as she propped her elbows up with her knees.

"I can't believe I just did that," she whispered to herself, completely at a loss and slightly alarmed. Standing up, she gathered herself together.

'It was just a friendly kiss on the cheek, he probably didn't think twice about it,' and here she was blushing like crazy, freaking out over something so insignificant. Her lips were still burning from where they had touched his cheek and she could admit to herself that, that had never happened when she was with Todd.