As usual, I own not a thing, except Tianna and that could be iffy. And even though I'm not entirely sure if the story will warrant the usual M rating, just to be on the safe side: Most like there will be violence, sexual content and severe usage of the 'F' bomb.

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Chapter 1

"Not in the mood."

Tianna hesitated, looking at her boyfriend cautiously. "Dave?" She asked, wincing at the sound of her own voice. It sounded so weak and pathetic, even to her. When she gingerly reached out to place a hand on his forearm, she wasn't surprised when he shrugged her away; though she couldn't keep herself from flinching.

"Not in the mood." He repeated, not even turning his head to look at her.

Sighing, Tianna nodded and backed out of the room.

***

Tianna Cole had absolutely no idea how the hell she had gotten into the WWE. Well, she knew, she just still sometimes had a hard time believing it, even after a year. For ten years she had worked the independent circuit, spending several of those years overseas in Japan; where wrestling had and still was considered an art form.

A bloody, violent form of art to be sure but art.

Anyways, she had been lazing about her tiny house on the outskirts of Detroit, well… one of Detroit's many 'subdivisions', on some rare time off since she usually liked to keep a full schedule when she had gotten a phone call from Shane McMahon.

Shane freaking McMahon!

He had politely told her who he was, who he represented; as if expecting her to hang up thinking it was a prank call or something. Then he had informed her that a videotape of her various matches over the years had wound up in front of the talent department.

So she had tried out for the WWE in a dark match.

And been hired.

Which had been her goal all along, there was no bigger company to work for then the WWE. Of course, she had known various female wrestlers who had worked for The Company as it was sometimes referred too and told it wasn't all that and a bag of chips like some people thought.

There was a lot of backstage politics, bullshit and general headaches in the locker rooms. It was about who you knew or who you were fucking, minding your manners and trying not to get stepped on.

She had spent a few months working as a developmental wrestler in Florida, which had irritated the Hell out of her as she had more in ring time than half the jackasses she encountered there. A decade's worth to be specific. But… she had been told she wasn't so much being trained how to wrestle but how to sell.

Sell being wrestling without actually doing too much damage. Now THAT had been a trip and a half. She was used to wrestling to win, and hurting someone in the process was just added bonus. But, that wasn't the case in the WWE. Purposefully hurting someone meant a fine, then a suspension, then being fired.

Which was a damn shame.

She had learnt that she would no longer be participating in scaffold matches, hardcore matches or first blood matches as there was 'No Blood' policy in affect. She was also told the company had gone PG, which she had outright laughed about until she realized they were dead serious.

Tianna also had been made to work on her 'entertainment' skills. Which was: speaking and acting.

They had found out quickly, she couldn't talk on the microphone without choking and let that one go. Acting… as long as she was silent, her facial expressions did the job quite well.

After only three months, she had been called up to the big time. Shane McMahon himself had been the one to escort her that first night, patiently explaining various things to her about how the show worked. She had been so flattered, but at the same time knew better then to let it go to her head.

That first match had been hard. She still had trouble adjusting to the 'no blood, no harming' rule and had wound up 'harming' Jillian a little too much. She had been fined.

And Shane had paid it for her, telling her that he understood that it was hard making the transition from her hardcore past to the more… family friendly, theatrical WWE.

He actually made the transition from hardcore indies wrestler to WWE Entertainer/Diva so much easier on her, and when he had finally asked her out she had said yes.

Now THAT had been a mistake. At first, Shane was oh so charming and polite. He showered her with attention and his time; which she knew was valuable. He was a busy, well known man; why he was interested in someone like her she would never know.

A simple dinner date had wound up being several dinner dates, and then finally one night of passion that she would never admit to outside her own mind but, still made her toes curl. They dated for a few months and Tianna began to realize that getting mixed up with him personally was a mistake.

A serious mistake.

By the time they had started dating, she had made fast friends with Jeff Hardy. Jeff was just… cool in a completely eccentric sort of way. He was very easy to get along with once you got past his oddities, and if he chose to open his world to you.

Which he had.

For reasons unknown to her, Shane had seen Jeff as a threat. At first she didn't realize it, she figured when he'd interrupt her and Jeff's conversations, it wasn't out of jealousy. When he suggested she start spending less time with Jeff, her suspicion was aroused but she didn't say anything.

She didn't start blowing Jeff off either.

Which was pretty much when Shane snapped.

Tianna winced, remembering that incident quite well. They had been at a mall for an autograph signing. It had been Jeff, Matt, her, Maria and Kofi. Shane had been there as well to 'supervise'. When they had all taken a break to snag some food and whatnot, she had stopped beside a fountain to snap a picture of Jeff sitting with a little boy, listening to the kid ramble on about nothing at all.

It had been so damn cute, too.

***

Jeff looked up when he heard the click; blinking as the flash blinded him. He grinned, watching as Tianna lowered her gaze to the camera's screen, apparently viewing the picture she had just taken. He turned his attention back to the boy, hesitating when the kid's parents called to him and smiled.

Once the boy had happily zoomed off with his autograph, Jeff stood up; ambling over to his friend. "Let's see."

Tianna extended the camera, smiling brightly. "You are just too adorable, you know that?"

"I have my moments." He replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leaned in so their heads were touching. He held the camera away from them, both of them looking into it. "There."

"Another." She teased, rubbing her eyes and took back the camera; grinning at the picture. "Now I'm adorable."

"Tianna?"

They turned, neither surprised to find Shane standing there, looking completely out of place in the casual mall setting in his crisp navy blue suit. They, like their co-workers, were dressed comfortably; and informally.

"May I speak with you?" Shane asked politely, extending his arm to her.

Tianna nodded, pressing the camera into Jeff's hand. "Watch this for me, and try not to snap a million and one random-" She groaned, shaking her head as Jeff was already wandering off, taking pictures of whatever caught his fancy and knew she'd find pictures of the mall's floor on the memory card.

Shane soon had them standing in the semi private hallway that led off to the bathrooms, ignoring the people that trafficked past them just yards away; his eyes burning down into hers. "This has to stop, Tianna." He said gently but firmly.

"I'm sorry?" Her confusion was evident in her tone, staring up at him blankly. "What do you mean?"

"You and Hardy."

"Jeff?" She arched an eyebrow, looking down the hall as if expecting Jeff to be coming towards them. Still not understanding, she turned back to her boyfriend. "I'm not following you, Shane."

Sighing exasperatedly, he reached out to push a tendril of her hair back from her face; watching as the chocolate brown tress instantly curled around his finger and shook his head. "Your affair with Hardy, you need to end it if you're going to be with me."

Her jaw hit the floor. "I'm not having an affair with… with JEFF! He's my FRIEND, Shane, that's IT."

His nostrils flared. Which was a sure sign his temper was rising, usually the only indication he was angry as he was fairly good at controlling his facial expressions. "I'm SURE that's what you'd like me to believe, but the fact remains, you need to end your… friendship." He made that last word sound like a curse.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said NO." She repeated, folding her arms over her chest; her usually cheery demeanor now cold. "I'm not sleeping with him, we're just friends and I don't feel like 'ending my friendship' because you're insecure."

Out of nowhere, his hand came flying; catching her on the left side of her face. The slap sent Tianna reeling back into a Coke machine; feeling the stinging sensation in her cheek spreading outward for a moment only to be washed away by shock. Her hand on her face, she looked at Shane; her blue eyes searching his.

He just adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, looking nonplussed. "End it, Tianna." He said again, walking over to brush his fingers over her red and raised cheek, as if he hadn't just smacked her silly. "Today."

She cringed when he actually kissed her.

***

That had been that. She had gone and found Jeff, ignored his demands to know what the hell had just happened and told him she was done with Shane. Jeff, being the sweet guy he is, had tried to chase down his boss but she stopped him.

Shane had watched them, apparently gathering her decision and just walked away with a sneer on his thin lips.

And that's when things had both gotten interesting and a little rocky. She found out why Shane had been so nice and helpful, he had wanted her. Now that she had nixed his spoiled backside, she was on her own.

And left to the gossip mongers.

It wasn't TOO bad as she had been expecting it. That and she had Jeff to help her laugh it off. Life went on, regardless of the rumors and the bullshit. She just tried not to deal with Shane, knowing if he felt like it, he could very easily bury her career.

***

"Is everything alright?"

Tianna didn't even look up when Jeff fell into step beside her, shrugging. "I guess, he's upset."

Jeff nodded, offering his bottle of iced tea; watching as she took a tiny sip. "Hey, he'll cool down. Next time, don't get with a guy who's going through a divorce."

"I didn't KNOW that at the time."

Jeff sighed, reaching out to lightly punch her arm. "You know, you need to start asking potential boyfriends to fill out an application. Have you ever been married? Do you have fetishes with women's undergarments? Do you WEAR-" He smirked when she clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Enough, Hardy."

He licked the back of her hand.