-1My name is Reznor Williams, I'm a nineteen year old underachieving nobody. I work for the WWE and I'm currently the 'Youngest Women's Champ' but I really don't feel that I deserve it. There are other hardworking girls in this company that deserve the belt more than I do.

Now don't get me wrong I don't have low self esteem or anything like that, its just that I don't care about the belt. To be honest, I don't care about being in this business; hell I have no idea why I still wasn't fired yet. I never put my heart and soul into my matches and I'm not the best looking either… Okay I lied there. I AM pretty hot and I've got a nice body too, but its not like anyone has ever seen it. I'm usually in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a standard fit t-shit with some customized, clever saying on it. And when I'm in the ring I have on a pair of really baggy black pants and a tight fitting black tank-top, similar to that of Jeff Hardy.

Tonight is going to suck, for the reason that I'm booked in a Six Person Inter-Gender Tag Team match. The match itself- I'm okay with but the fact that I have to team up with Jeff and Matt is the worse part! I HATE Jeff Hardy!

I know hate is a strong word but I honestly cannot stand that smug bastard. But to make this a good match- I'm going to have to push my hatred for him aside.

"Yo, Rez-dawg did you get the script yet?" Jeff asks me, causing me to snap back to reality.

"No I--" Before I could finish my sentence the script comes flying towards me and hits my chest before landing on my lap. Asshole.

"Memorize your lines and I know this a lot to ask of you, but put some kind of effort into it." He rolls his emerald green eyes and I fight back the urge to punch him right his eye.

"Move!" I growl trying to get past him to retrieve a magazine.

Sharing a lockeroom with him and Matt sucks especially since Jeff has a pathetic crush on me.

SWACK!

There is a stinging sensation on my right ass cheek and in five seconds I'm on top of him and he's holding my arm back so I can't hit him back.

"DON'T BE VIOLENT!" He's yelling now, trying to hold both my arms.

"Don't be violent? You fucking slapped my ass you asshole!" I exclaim as I get one of my arms free and punch him as hard as I could right on his bicep.

"Oww." He rubs his bicep and stares at me. "I know I make you hot but goddamn take a fucking a joke."

I pretend I don't hear that last comment. The truth is that Jeff Hardy has never made me hot and he never WILL make me hot. Ever since I can remember he always had remarks about me liking him, when really, it was the other way around.

"Who is our match against?" I ask him calmly,

"Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch and Ashley Massaro." He replies with a shrug. "But before that- you and I have a promo to do. " There's this uncertainty in his voice which makes my eyebrow raise. "Its harmless flirting."

FUCK!

Why is it that every time a girl teams up with Jeff Hardy they make them a couple? Can't it just be a friendship or something small? I don't want a friendship with Jeff Hardy, let alone a relationship! Even if it is just on-screen.

"Damn, out of all the people on the RAW Roster why must it be you?!" I yell out and snatch the script away from Jeff and skim through it for my lines. These lines are cheesy too! As I continue reading on, my grip on the pages get tighter and tighter; the pages are now crumbled on the bottom. As you can see I'm not happy about this.

"I HAVE TO KISS YOU AT THE END OF THE MATCH?!" I yell and throw the script across the room.

"I know you're getting horny thinking about it?" Jeff remarks with a smug grin on his face.

"HOW IS THAT GETTING ME HORNY?!" I yell at him.

"Because you want me. Deal with it." He tells me. I'm starting to think he seriously believes that I want him.

"I DON'T WANT YOU! I NEVER WANTED YOU! I NEVER WILL WANT YOU! I DON'T EVEN WANT YOU AS A FRIEND, NEVERMIND AS A LOVER!" I argue with him.

"Oh my fucking God- YOU TOTALLY FUCKING DO!" He argues back.

I know this had to be hilarious because Matt is standing at the door way, holding his sides and hunched over from laughing so hard. Obviously we pay little to no mind at Matt because we're still arguing back and forth about me wanting Jeff- which I don't.

I sigh because I can't believe I'm about to do this but I grab Jeff's hand and place it inside my pants so he could feel that I wasn't turned on at all.

"THERE! There is no fucking wetness!" I pointed out and grabbed his hand back and stares at in horror.

"Why?"

He honestly can't be serious. Why the hell WOULD I be turned on by him?

"Well usually when I'm turned on it's usually do to eroticism and I'm not getting that from you right now," I shake my head and sigh ",but I would really appreciate it if you got the HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Jeff stares at me with a confused look.

"Well do you want a massage or something?"

"Jeffrey, go away and get something to eat. We'll practice our lines later."

I look over at Matt who is enjoying this all too well, figures, he's not going to be helping me out in this battle. I turned my attention back to Jeff who is now sitting on the couch with his legs open, pointing to the crotch of his denim jeans.

"You know what?" I sighed and ruffle my hair. "You win. Stand up." he stands up and I drop to my knees and start to unbuckle his belt.

"Oh my GOD! You can't fucking do that!" His voice cracks because now he's the one laughing.

"I'm gonna' fuckin' suck your cock!" I wipe my mouth, I'm actually serious about this. If it'll leave me alone then I'll do it. "This is it, I'm going in!" I move closer to him before Matt steps in between us.

"Reznor get up! Jeff pull your pants back up and go get us something to eat!" He commands and we both listen to him.

"Get out!" I exclaim as I push Jeff towards the door. He fights back but I'm a lot stronger than he thinks; I grab the nearest thing (which happens to be a studded belt) and swing it at him and it misses by an inch.

"NO!" He screams and runs out the room.

I slam the door and take a deep breath.

That was fun. When you're with Jeff Hardy there is never a dull moment.

Three hours have past, now Jeff and I are working on our lines for the tenth consecutive time.

"Baby, you're going to shine tonight. Shine the stars down from heaven. " I read from my script.

"Reznor, we're on soon. You ready?" He says in a flat tone, not even bothering to look at the pages in front of him.

"I was born ready.. My eyelashes alas- were not." I roll my eyes. I can't believe they want my character to be so vain. "There, how do I look?" I ask and do a little twirl.

"Amazing." Jeff managed to say as he yawned.

One thing I hate about my character is that I have to talk with this flamboyant talking pattern, which is so different from my normal, everyday voice. But I'm not going to lie and say I don't have fun with it- because I honestly do! Especially since my character is sarcastic, surly, and speaks in swish. Yeah, I'm pretty much a gay man stuck in a woman's body.

"Thanks." I continue reading from the script. "Hey, this is just a shot in the dirt but after the match, care to join me for a drink?" I really hate where this is going, why couldn't this angle be with someone like Paul London or Brian Kendrick?

Jeff raises his eyebrow, sighs, and nods his head. "I would be more than happy to join you." he rolls his eyes.

"And cut." I say with a yawn. "Should we practice the kiss again?"

He nods his head eagerly. The damn bastard, after I kiss him for the last time I'm going to have to sterilise my whole face.

I take a deep breath and just stare at him. How did I do this once before?

I lean into the kiss and close my eyes the moment my lips touch his. I can feel my stomach start to churn and I quickly break the kiss.

Yeah we got that down, we're ready for tonight.

I'm wiping at my lips like a maniac, I can't believe they want something more graphic once we're on TV. Well might as well give the fans what they want.

I'm sitting at a table with my huge make-up kit, staring into the mirror while waiting for my cue. As soon as Samuel, the camera man, cue's me- I'm in full character mode!

"Baby, you're going to shine tonight! Shine the stars down from heaven!" I say in my faux flamboyant speaking pattern while applying a fourth coat of mascara on my stubborn eye lashes.

Jeff walks over and I can just about hear the fans screaming for him, it makes me sick.

"Reznor we're on in a few, ready?" Jeff asks me, watching as I apply the mascara.

I stop for a second then look up at him with a huge, corny grin on my face. "I was BORN ready! My eyelashes alas- we're not." I go back to applying my mascara before smiling softly. "There." I say once my eyes are the way they should be. "How do I look?" I twirl around for him.

"Simply amazing." Jeff replies and I give him a warm (fake) smile.

"Thanks.. Hey - shot in the dirt but would you care to join me getting a drink tonight?" I ask him.

He nods his head and taps my nose.

"I'd like that a lot." He responds and the camera fades off. Boy the writers are going to be pissed. We adlibbed a lot. Shouldn't matter though, the fans can't tell neither can our co-workers.

"Here are your winners- The Hardy Boys and Reznor Williams." Lillian Garcia announcers over Jeff's shitty theme song. Anyway, this is our moment to shine.

All three of us hug and Jeff and I make eye contact before he grabs me and pulls me into his passionate, 'spontaneous' kiss. To make matters worse he's jamming his tongue in my mouth. Oh how I would love to rip his tongue out his mouth. But I play it off cool and try my best to kiss him back as the fans cheer on and Matt watches in fake astonishment.

Once we're behind the curtain I wipe my mouth and quickly grab the nearest bottle of water to rinse my mouth with.

And there he is, standing there in all his beauty, yes I'm talking about Paul London.

Now there is someone I wouldn't mind kissing.

I scan up and down his body, admiring the aqua blue ring attire he's got on. Only he and Brian could pull off a colour that 'out there'. I guess he notices that I'm staring at him because he looks over at me and smiles, I smile back but it's quickly gone when I see Ashley returning backstage. She starts talking to Brian, kissing his cheek (in a friendly way) for good luck before turning to Paul. She starts smiling like a loon, I guess he's telling one of his jokes.

That's one thing about Paul, he's always joking and can manage to put a smile on your face without even trying.

Anyway, they hug but it lasts longer than a friendship hug… Wait, now it looks like.. They're kissing?!

Oh what fresh hell is this?!

(swish: 1. to overplay or over do homosexual gestures; the traits of an effeminate male homosexual.. To walk speak or move in the manner of an weak effeminate boy or man; the stereotype effeminate homosexual.