I DONT OWN WWE, JEFF HARDY, OR ANY OTHER NAME, COMPANY, ETC. except for bri, emily and a few other oc

"Bri? Wake up…" I hear my cousin, Emily, say. I can tell she is hovering over my face, because I can smell her spearmint gum. I opened my blue and green eyes really quickly to make her freak out, because she hates it when people scare her. I swear, she jumped five feet in the air! That's a good way to start my day.

"Brianna! I'm going to beat the living crap out of you!" she yelled, making me laugh harder. I knew she wouldn't hurt me unless we were inside the ring, which might happen tonight, actually.

"Hey! My two favorite girls," we hear a voice to my left say. We turn to see Emily's brother, Jeff. As in Hardy. And yes, THE Jeff Hardy! "Are you excited about tonight?"

"Duh!" we say in unison.

"Jeez, no need to get snappy." He said, raising his hands in defense. "Ohhh, Brianna?" he sing-songed.

"Yes, Jeff?" I said back in the same tone.

"We have a match tonight against Kaitlyn and Jericho." Jeff said. Seeing my panicked face, he quickly added, "But, don't worry, we get to pick the type of match."

"Well in that case, I know just what to do…." I trailed off, letting a small smirk come to my face.

-MAIN EVENT-

"And introducing, from Cameron, North Carolina, Jeff Hardy!" Lillian Garcia announced to the rest of Atlanta. I looked over myself one more time before making my way out to the ring behind Jeff. I had on faded, loose jean shorts, a lime green and purple tank top, black Nikes, and a black jean jacket that cut off around my ribs. My brownish-reddish-blondish hair, strait as a stick.

'This is it,' I think to myself. 'No going back now.'

'Love-Hate-Sex-Pain' by Godsmack starts to blast through the arena.

"Introducing, from Columbus, Georgia," I hear the Southern accent of Jeff say into the microphone, "the WWE's newest Diva, and my favorite cousin, Brianna James!" I walk out to see the fans cheering for me, probably because I was Jeff's cousin. Having the biggest smile on my face possible, I blow a kiss to the crowd and start my way down to the ring. I slap a few hands and climb into the ring, belly-down. When I'm about halfway in I start hitting the canvass in a drum roll style, smiling like an idiot.

I motion for Jeff to give me the mic once I get upright, with him happily obliging.

" How y'all doin' tonight?" I ask, looking around, and getting cheers. "Well that's awesome because I got a match planned that you could only see on Monday Night RAW!" I throw a smirk towards Kaitlyn and Chris, "Well y'all let me pick the type of match we would have and you will never guess what I picked…. No guesses? Then I guess I have to tell you that this is goin' to be a dance contest!"

I see their faces drop and they start yelling at me. I ignore them and see a ref go over to them and talk. I walk over to a turn buckle and sit on the top one, starting to braid Jeff's newly shorter hair. If you ask why im so content in the ring, it's because I've been in it since I could walk. It's like my second home, besides Emily's house.

"If we're going to do this, we get to at least go first," Chris says into the mic. I give him a thumbs up and hear music start. Of course, music by his band, Fozzy, plays. He and Kaitlyn dance pretty well, definitely not the worst I've seen. The audience gives then a decent applause, but then start hootin' and hollerin' when they hear our song. 'Wobble' by VIC starts to play and my and Jeff smirk at eachother.

All the shorties in the club (let me see ya jets)

Back it up, drop it down (let me see ya jets)

Get low, scrub the ground (let me see ya jets)

Push it up, push it up (let me see ya jets)

As the chorus starts I can see people in the audience following along. A few wolf-whistles makes me smile, and an angry Kaitlyn stands in the corner of the ring. A little while later in the song I see Jeff being tackled to the ground and I soon follow suit. I barely manage to get Kaitlyn off me before I have Jericho beating on me, after he knocked Jeff out on the ground. I feel a punch in my ribs and have whatever strength left in me drained out.

I hear the fans cheering and almost think they are cheering for Jericho when I feel him being shoved off me. I look up to see that my savior is the WWE Champion, CM Punk. So that's why they were cheering! Punk chased Chris up the ramp, until he was past guerilla position. He came back down and checked on Jeff, who looked to be conscious, and slid back into the ring to help me up.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Probably not but I'll live," I replied giving him a small smile. He didn't let go of my arms as I pulled away, and I looked up to meet his hazel eyes. Suddenly transfixed, I didn't notice him leaning forward until his lips were on mine. Instead of pulling away, I leaned into the kiss and started kissing him back. I started to feel my legs go out beneath me and put my arms around his neck because his grip slackened. He pulled away and looked at me in the eye, leaving me craving for more. I backed up until I hit the ropes, slowly climbed out, and ran up the ramp, out of sight.