Disclaimer- If I owned the WWF…where do I begin?  Well, the Hardy Boys wouldn't be fighting, Matt and Lita would be engaged, so would Spike and Molly [she would also never have become 'Mighty Molly'  but I think you figured that one out], Vince McMahon would be fired as would *sees all the Austin fans glaring at her* um…DDP!  But, I think you can tell I don't own the WWF.  Wooo! [Ric Flair style]

A/N- Go easy on me, this is my first wrestling fic.

A/N2- I will be known as AM to save time and space.  Enjoy!

Interview With Many wrestlers

The Hardy Boys and Lita

[Hardys and Lita enter the room, voluntarily I might add]

AM- Please, sit down.

M- Thanks…why are we here?

AM- so I can interview you and find out which one of you can make a sound like a wet cat being systematically poked apart by deranged chickens.

J [eyes widen]- How'd you know…*shuts his mouth*

AM- Anyway, Matt, why the f*** did you break up with Lita?!

L- Really, was it something I did, Matt?

M- No babe, it wasn't you [Lita smiles].  The writers figured since the Hardys haven't had much trouble like this kind of thing before, now was the perfect time, especially with the way Jeff and I had been fighting beforehand.

AM- Ok.  Next, do you like Stacy Keibler?

M- F*** no!  She is such a f***in slut!

AM- Good.  Now, Jeff *Jeff gulps* do you like Lita?

J- Why are you asking me this?

AM *looks at him innocently*- Just wondering.

J- Nope, We're just friends that's all.

M- And that's a very good thing cuz if you did I would have had to rip your rainbow-colored hair right out of your scalp!

AM- Hey, be nice!

M- Why, it's not as if you like Jeff, is it?

AM- I'll ask the questions here, thank you!  Lita-

M [taunting]- You like Jeff, you like Jeff!

AM [defensively]- So what if I do?

J- Oh no, now I've got another author obsessed with me!!  Oh, the humanity!  Where will it end?!!

[Jacqueline jumps in]- You can't have Jeff, he's mine!

AM- really?  Want to fight for it, b****? *stands up and takes a fighting stance*

Ja- Well, why not!

AM- Well, you better bring it.

Ja- Oh, it's already been brought! [Ever seen "Not Another Teen Movie"?]

AM- Come on then, b****

J- I'll just leave now…*edges toward the door*

AM- I wouldn't do that if I was you.

J- Why?

AM- Because if you do you'll be turned into a wet cat soon to be systematically poked apart by deranged chickens.

J [non-believingly]- Is that so?

AM*nods*- I jinxed the door.

J- Well, I don't believe it. *He opens the door and later on the yowls of a wet cat being systematically poked apart the deranged chickens are heard*

AM- Told you so. *shakes head sadly at the loss of Jeff*

Ja- B****! You killed my crush! 

AM- Actually, it's his own fault.  He should have listened when I told him about the jinxed door.

Ja- I guess you're right.

AM- No, I'm always right cuz I'm the author and can make you die with the click of a keyboard! MWAHAHAHA!

L- Anyone want to come with me to get a cappuccino?

AM& Ja- Sure.

*The girls walk out, leaving poor Matt confused and alone*

M- I guess I should say so long! Next time, I have no idea who she's gonna interview.  I had no idea Jeff could make sounds like a wet cat…[trails off into thought]

The End

A/N- Yes, I know it sucks. I wrote it like 20 minutes.  "Not Another Teen Movie" is the newest thing in the theatres where I live and the thing I mentioned before is from when these two cheerleaders are fighting.