This is my first wrestling fanfic. Please go easy on me because I'm not the greatest fic writer. I don't own any of these WWE superstars or related subjects.

Jeff the Ref

Prologue

"Oh no! Edge is setting up for the spear!" yelled Jim Ross. Jeff Hardy staggered to his feet as Edge crouched near the turnbuckle. Jeff turned around and was nearly broken in half as the force of Edge's spear knocked him to the ground. Edge went for the pin and the ref counted a pin fall. Edge smirked and rolled out of the ring and grabbed to chairs. He slid back into the ring, placed one chair under Jeff's face and held the other in his hands. Edge raised the chair over his head and delivered a stunning con-chair-to. The ref tried to pull Edge away, but got a chair in the face. Edge exited the ring and laughed his way up the ramp, pointing and smirking at the still unmoving Jeff Hardy.

Chapter 1

Jeffery Nero Hardy walked into his apartment later that night. He spotted a note on his desk addressed to him. He opened it and frowned. It read:

Jeff Hardy-

Due to your minor injury, I have decided to let you rest for a bit. However since the doctors said you were ready to compete yesterday, and since your so popular with the fans, I'm not taking you out of the ring. Due to the injury Edge gave our former referee, I'd like you to become our day-to-day ref for the main events. I will see you next Monday. Good Luck.

-Mr. McMahon

Jeff squinted at the word referee. He took another close look and still looked confused. Jeff recalled the con-chair-to to the head, which accidentally hit him, and shockingly seemed to connect something. Because of the con-chair-to, Jeff Hardy forgot what a referee was.

Monday

Jeff walked into Mr. McMahon's office. He sat down in the chair and waited for the chairman to look up from his work. When he did, he smiled and gave Jeff his full attention.

"Jeffery is there anything I can help you with?"

"Actually yes. Mr. McMahon, what is a referee?" Mr. McMahon's jaw dropped. Did he hear Jeff right? Jeff didn't know what a referee was?

"Why Jeff, a referee is the man in the stripped shirt that makes sure the match doesn't get out of hand and counts pin falls. Jeff didn't want to appear stupid, although he still did not understand.

"Um, okay. Thank you." Jeff said as he left the room. When Jeff was out of sight Mr. McMahon sighed.

"My god that kid scares me sometimes!"

Main Event: Edge vs. Cena (WWE Championship Match)

The crowd cheered as Jeff's music hit. Jeff jogged onto the stage wearing a ref shirt. His pyrotechnics went off as he headed to the ring. Just after he got into the ring Edge's music hit. Hardy frowned. Edge walked onto the stage and pointed at Jeff. Jeff was really pissed now. He hoped Edge would take a flying leap off a cliff. Edge climbed into the ring and laughed at Jeff's shirt. Jeff gave Edge the middle finger. Edge closed his mouth and backed away. The crowd roared as Cena's music played and the champ ran out onto the stage. He walked down the ramp pointing at Edge and then pointing at the championship. Cena gave the championship to Jeff and stared down Edge. Jeff didn't know what to do so he put the title around his waist. If you had a title, you were supposed to do that right? Both Edge and Cena looked at him like he was stupid. Jeff just smiled and waved. The starting bell rang and Edge started giving Cena some closed fist punches. Jeff just stood there. Cena fought back and knocked Edge down with one monstrous punch to the face. Jeff smiled. John walked closer to Edge and got a poke to the eyes. Edge looked at Jeff, who surprisingly, was still smiling. He didn't notice anything wrong with the last maneuver. Edge crawled over to the still temporarily-blind Cena and gave him a low blow. Jeff didn't do anything but give that "ooh that's gotta hurt look". The he resumed smiling. Edge stood up fully and gave Cena an impaler DDT. Edge went for the pin, but Jeff was still standing there. Edge yelled at Jeff.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Count!" Edge yelled.

"Okay, to what?"

"Three!"

"One, two, three." Edge went red.

"You idiot your supposed to hit the ground when counting to three!" Edge yelled and went for the pin again. So Jeff counted to three while stomping the ground. Edge went deep crimson.

"NO! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO USE YOUR HANDS!" Jeff got the clue, and just as Jeff got to the ground, Cena reversed the pin into a pin of his own. Jeff punched the ground, grunting every time his fist made contact with the canvas.

"One! (ugh) Two! (ugh) Three! (OW!)" The end bell rang as Cena quickly rolled out of the ring. Edge looked outraged. Edge's glare fell upon Jeff, who scrambled out of the ring and his behind Cena. Cena wanted his title back and tried to pry it off Hardy's waist, but Jeff would have none of this as he gave John a Twist of Fate on the entrance ramp. Jeff quickly ran backstage, as Cena lay unconscious on the floor.

I hope this was a good first chapter. Please let me know. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.