My first time writing a wrestling fic, let alone one with a type of romance that is far from my style of writing. I actually did some work into reading some romantic WWE fics to get a basic idea though. Then I'm doing the only one of a kind relationship.
Jeff x Victoria x Shelton, weird I know but it's a combo of my favorite Diva and the two most impressive mid-carders on Raw.
This is Jeff's chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters likeness, trademarks or what not and am not making a profit as the WWE own it so kiss my ass Vince you can't sue me.
Is/Was it worth it?
Jeff Hardy had just arrived to the Raw stadium in Ohio coming in from New Jersey from the airport. The plane had just arrived with Jeff and some other wrestlers near the Main Event like Umaga, Khali, Randy Orton and Edge on board. Jeff opted to stay behind to find his hair dye, invisible tattoo ink and some other items such as his fish nets to design his attire. Jeff knew he was going to be late even though he was still an hour early but in management eyes it would be late.
Management wanted wrestlers at the show about three to four hours before Raw began to go over scripts, segments, spots in the match were the wrestlers did crazy moves, and other miscellaneous conceptions and bullshit that the development team, writers and the others in relation to WWE came up with. He seen Sabu was late too as he was looking for something, likely his bags again as he had the same bags of a lot of people, not the expensive ones but the traditional black, grey and red luggage bags.
Jeff had stopped to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why he was late even though he still had three hours till the show started. He had known to not mentioning clothes, as it was used in 2002 a lot by him and luggage was a main reason why Sabu was in trouble so he wouldn't say that. Not to forget telling the truth was not going to work today as C.M. Punk was wrestling Shelton tonight and was designing his nails, hair and nails so explaining he was working on his appearance after C.M. Punk, Mr. Phil Brooks who was pushed similar to him, would not be the wisest choice, not to mention saying something that stupid after Management knew he could get creative with lies would make them think he was no longer sober and was back on pain killers after taking a sick bump at some house show and had overdosed.
He had the perfect idea though it would still be wrong; he would steal a divas bag and act like he helped find it. It was petty, very stupid and unlawful but he could do that or risk another de-push and a match against Khali which would be a bitch to attempt. There was Mickie with Mickey, Nicky, Mitch, no Kenney what ever his name was her Spirit Squad fiancé who was walking away.
He could try Torrie but last thing he wanted was a sob story while "looking" for the bag as he heard her complaining about fans asking about her divorce from Billy Kidman and calling her a blond bimbo for doing such. Last thing Jeff needed was to rob someone then try to help counsel them, not his area maybe his brothers ex friend Edge who would likely sleep with her then leave like he did with Lita, get another push then act as if it never happened, how he did it he didn't know but Adam claimed it was because he was Canadian.
Last left was Victoria, Ms. Lisa Varon as she had divorced some time ago now for reasons unknown as no one but Steven Richards tried to get close to her. She was talking to a bird so Jeff thought she was nice enough outside the ring, she also left her bags unguarded making her the perfect target. He walked near her to actually see what she was talking about to this black Raven that seemed like her.
"So Mr. Chuckles you don't believe I should get a spot on the Raw show over those non wrestlers like Candice, Maria and the rest? You say its not that I'm ugly but because I scare kids away so I'm not marketable? How about I rip every black feather from your wings and show how you scare kids away?" Victoria yelled damn well strangling the bird as it struggled to fly away.
"Mr. Chuckles?" Jeff muttered lowly as he backed away not one to be brave enough to fuck with the woman. I thought that was just a character she portrayed, either all women are secretly crazed or she's truly a psycho, well I'm just going to leave and come up with something when I'm there Jeff decided as he walked the opposite direction having seen a reason why she was potentially divorced. He bought a Twix and Snickers from the vender machine before deciding to head in a cab to the stadium.
Jeff managed to get away from the cab to the building with no fans in clear sight letting him breathe a sigh of relief as his purple and red plaits covered his eyes. His face covered in a simple red and black eye liner that went from his eyes to his eyes brows was fresh and still able to smear so he took caution not to mess it up before an interview segment, luckily he would just go to his locker room like he wasn't late and would be fine?
"There he is, Jeffery!!!!!!!!!!!!" A tiny pubescent scream came as a crowd of fans, mostly little to grown females lined up around the exits surrounding the younger Hardy as Jeff wondered did his brother ever deal with fan girls. Probably did but not as many as he was the one always in relationships instead of flying off of ladders scaring potential girlfriends when he landed near them.
Looking to security, Jeff ducked under the guards arm and went into the locker room crouching as he ran getting weird stares from every mid-card wrestler before they heard screams at the door. He went into the wrong dressing room but he didn't mind as he would still have to find some writer who was looking for him. Before he could fully turn around he was pulled aside by some scrawny old person in their thirty's to forties pulling his arm as he was ready to turn and attack at first till he seen a head set so he calmed.
"Jeff where were you, I've been looking for you all day?" The head of creative writing as Stephanie was on a break for a while with Paul and her new baby. The woman was very embellishing as he was only thirty five minutes late and was certainly not the first person she looked for.
Putting the Snicker in his mouth at once, Jeff tried to imitate the people from the commercials that had people avoiding questions. The other writers snickered before she glared at them but went to question Jeff.
"What did you land a deal with Snickers or something Mr. Hardy?" She asked sarcastically as Jeff nodded his head as she leaned back.
"They said they liked some of my clips of me on YouTube and me riding my dirt bike so they would think on negotiating a deal in the future for me to be in a commercial." Jeff lied, smiling confidently as if he had actually told the truth as the writer stopped her quick rant. He knew he could strike a deal with Snickers if he had to but he thought it was the only thing he could actually pull it off.
"Whatever, well we have an interesting angle that you may or may not like." She began as Jeff started to scratch his head wondering what it was. He had no idea on what it could be but it may have to be something silly but would get him over like Vito's gimmick.
"It will push to the Main Event on Raw, the prime time show, possibly in a title match." Another writer added as Jeff nodded his head starting to listen to the idea of the writers as he rubbed his hands together as he grinned a little trying to resist smiling and falling into a trap.
"You do realize you have been a fan favorite with people always on your side but you're not too good on the mic and need a manager, like a young Shawn Michaels with Sensational Sheri." The head writer said as Jeff nodded knowing his promos and interviews consisted mostly of yeah, clapping, screaming about going to the extreme and what not.
"Let me guess, I got to have Torrie? Guys she's been passed around since her WCW days as a valet, let me put it simple. She gets more dick then condoms, she isn't going to be my valet or I'm not going to be in a relationship angle with her." Jeff explained without listening as she was one of the few divas with out an angle or feud.
"How rude of you" The female writer said as the males chuckled before she finished "Not exactly, you're going to work an angle with Victoria and Shelton Benjamin."
Shelton maybe but Victoria, Jeff expression went from happy to dread as he imagined what sort of weird angle he and the other would be in. They both were technical and could put on some beautiful matches together but they both sucked on the mic so how would they work with Victoria, or how would she come into play.
"Umaga is going to be injured as he never had been pinned, he needs time off for family relations. Victoria is to somehow injure him and keep his belt and hold an open tornament for the title where you and Shelton will clash for the belt and for her services, kind of like your Triangle Ladder match for Terrie Runnels contract you had some years ago with your brother. After that you go for a small angle where you face the champ in a champion vs champion match where you somehow get the win, you get the number one contender for the WWE title, but then Shelton asks about the Intercontinental championship being defended, we through him in and have a thriple treat three way dance. The first to get a pin fall wins the Intercontinental Title and the Second wins the WWE title." The lady explained as she showed a book full of promos show dates and blue prints for the storyline. It would be interesting of course to wrestle Shelton and potentially get the WWE title but get another title reign would be cool.
"I agree, that's all?" Jeff said plainly not liking the Victoria part but seeing no big problem as he had a lot to gain so he really couldn't complain.
"Great but we didn't finish." Jeff stopped before looking with a confused look as if he was tricked. "You and Shelton have a tag match where you two will soon be invited by Victoria will be asked to wrestle in the tournament, you two then will fight over Victoria in a romance like angle for both her love, title and management. You will both share her services on and off as both of her favorites but I doubt you have a problem with it, now do you Jeff?" The writers asked as Jeff looked on with some type of confused looked. He wanted to beat the hell out of the idiot who came up with the idea but he had to remain cool and take the chance to elevate himself to the main event status. Refusing to say anything Jeff shook his head to signal no before leaving.