Disclaimer – Big time disclaimer for this one. I own N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Nada. Zip. The WWF? Vince owns it. The superstars? Well, Vince owns the company they work for, but I'm pretty sure they own themselves. This story? Well, this is one thing I own. I also own Dawn. As for the story itself, I'm very aware of illegal situations I'm going to be putting into this, which is why I say DON'T SUE! No wrestler in their right mind would… Oh wait, I'm telling that story, aren't I? *slaps forehead* Let me get on with this then.

A/N – Hmm, I knew I wanted to say something else. Ah yes. Only my child dillusioned mind would come up with something like this. That's why everyone else here doesn't write it... :-P OH! The song lyric thing at the beginning and also chapter numbers and titles put at the beginning… I stole that idea from Pikajenn (Pokemon fic writer, but definitely a superb one) so don't gimme credit for it. Although I dunno why you'd want to. However, don't let that stop you from reviewing!!!

'It starts with one,

One thing, I don't know why.' - In The End, Linkin Park

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Chapter One

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Chance of Opportunity

She fingered the bracelet that was clasped around her wrist, it had been there now for just under two years. It was a Hardy Boyz ball and chain bracelet, the sign of an obvious wrestling fan. Also, hanging around her neck was the pendant logo of the Boyz. This young girl seemed to be a crazed Hardy's fan, but most female teenagers like her were fans of the team. But they were fans of their looks, nice asses hidden under baggy jeans, but tight see-through shirts were enough to satisfy those girls. However, that didn't hold true for this teenager.

Her name was Dawn Mallund. A 15 year old who lived in Chicago, Illinois and was now here at the Allstate Arena for SmackDown. Dawn had never had floor seats to an event, so this was a real treat for her. Her brother had taken her, but he was now on the other side sitting ringside with his friend who ended up having an extra ticket after someone bailed. So now she was left all by her lonesome, but she was on the floor. The next to last row, but she had the aisle so that she could easily slip out to hold up the only poster she'd brought with her.

'What?' seemed to be the word of the night, week, month, maybe even the year, so Dawn was thankful that on one side she had put that word on it. Dawn was also an aspiring designer, so the 'What?' had been outlined with silver and blue glitter with tiny skulls, lone-star flags and beer can cutouts filled the center of it. Even though it was Vince McMahon only out insulting the crowd, after every sentence was that now ever so infamous word. But the sign wasn't held up in hopes of it being shown on television, rather she was hoping that Vince would take notice.

A couple of years ago, Dawn had been overweight. She wasn't someone who constantly shoved food down her face, she just had a slow metabolism. And for the most part she refused to go out of the house while the sun was up because she'd wanted her skin to stay white and pale, so she didn't exactly get all the exercise she needed. But she'd started doing her own routine of things while her parents were out for the evening: sit-ups, jumping jacks, crunches, squats, all the things she loved to do. She'd even taken the weights from her brothers room and lifted each night for a little while. It was a New Year's Resolution for her of sorts, one that she stayed true to and slowly but surely the results of it had become obvious. Her stomach was snow flat and had the etchings of what could be a 6-pack, but that's not what she'd been shooting for. However, she still didn't have 'the' look. Heck, she didn't even know what made a person qualify as being pretty, all she knew was that people dubbed her as not.

However, she still had that gothic essence about her. Dawn's hair was a natural black color, but had been dyed numerous times. In the front there were two strips of colors hair, a deep red on one side and a blinding pink on the other. The hair turned black again after that until about halfway where there were two more strips of colored hair, one a light blue and the other a dark teal color. Her hair was just past shoulder length and also very wavy, but it had been smoothed out and even somehow spiked at the ends. Even her apparel had a not-so normal quality to it. It didn't take 3 guesses to know that it was all black, naturally. It was a tube top yet it had long sleeves to it and was decorated with deep purple and bright green colors that made up the Hardy Boyz logo. Her pants were just as unique, hanging on the hips without being Lita-like and showing off a thong, they also flared wide at the bottom and had small designs of 'HB' around the waist band and more around the bottom. It was quite a sight really, to see a teenager so into the Hardy's that she made outfits to represent them.

The show had started to all pass by in a blur for the teenager and she was feeling a bit disappointed that her first sign went unnoticed by Vince, he didn't even look at it! She only had one more opportunity and it was up next. Dawn had already flipped her sign over and her hands were starting to sweat in anticipation, this was obviously something very important to her. The second she heard their theme, her voice split through the rest of the crowd's excited screaming. She was holding her sign up as high as her 5'6" would let her. It was glowing through the darkness from a special green colored paint she'd user over the fabric that had been used to make the teams logo. There was also some purple glitter purely for shimmy and shine dusted around. Matt and Jeff both slipped into the ring at the same time, the fiery redhead following. In an instant, Jeff was perched in the ropes in the corner doing the trademark Hardy guns. He seemed to look right over Dawn's sign, right over it and she felt her heart sink. Her eyes dropped and head hung slightly, holding up her sign just a bit longer with all of her hope gone before she took her seat.

Being the wrestling fan that she was though, Dawn couldn't ignore the match. They were fighting the Dudley Boys… again. But the theatrics that Jeffrey Nero Hardy and Matthew Moore Hardy put on were well worth it. A double dive outside the ring onto Buh Buh Ray and D-Von, Poetry in Motion and then to top it all off… The Swanton Bomb by Jeff. Dawn sighed contentedly. Even if they didn't see her sign, they were good at doing what they did – Entertaining their fans.

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"Wait here for me, I need to talk to my friend real quick," her brother said as he led her off away from the crowd bustling out of the arena.

"But I,"

"Good girl."

Dawn was almost waiting for him to pat her on the head and say 'good dog'. She crossed her arms and huffed as her brother, Kyle Mallund, ran to catch up with his buddy. As soon as he was out of sight, Dawn pulled a box from her jacket, she'd obviously been hiding it all throughout the show. It wasn't a small box, but it wasn't something huge either, more of a clothing-sized box. She spotted a guard who was sitting infront of the back door, she thought it odd that there be only one. But he spotted her right away and held up a hand to her when she was about 5 yards away.

"Excuse me, miss, you're not allowed to be back here," his authoritative voice seemed like mono-tone, something he had obviously repeated many times tonight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just hoping I could wait out here to give this to a couple people," she held up the box that she hadn't realized she'd been clutching so tightly, her fingers were turning white.

"Sorry, young lady, but rules are rules. No one is supposed to be back here."

"Well, could you hold onto this? You can give it to the first person who walks out the door, I'm sure they'll know how to get it to the Hardy Boyz," Dawn nearly pleaded, indicating the name that had been written in big, black permanent marker letters: Team Xtreme.

"'Fraid not," he shrugged and went back to his guard duty, putting a stop to any other suggestions that the teenager might come up with. Her lips stuck out slightly in a pout, but she wouldn't sulk over it.

Dawn had known that it had only been a remote possibility that the trio would get her gift, but it was nice to wish that they could have gotten it. She tucked the box under her arm had her sign in her hand, with all the hard work she put into making all of it, Dawn was definitely keeping it. She took a seat on the corner of the walkway, a ways away from where her brother had put her, but still in plain view. An hour's time passed and Dawn was still waiting for her brother. It wasn't uncommon that he'd forget about her when he got wrapped up with his friends. But it was getting colder and the later it got meant the more people of the wrong crowd would be prowling the streets looking for innocents like Dawn to rape and then murder in cold blood.

"Hey."

She felt a hand clasp down on her shoulder and immediately stood and spun around to face her brother.

"Where have you been, Ky…" Dawn trailed off when she realized it wasn't her brother. It was a certain rainbow-colored hair risk taker along with a black-haired brother and his red-headed girlfriend.

"Oh my gosh," was all she could say with her jaw having almost hit the ground.

The trio just smiled at her. This was probably a reaction that were used to from their many fans around the world.

"What's your name?" Lita asked politely.

"Dawn Mallund."

"The guard said you had wanted to give us something earlier, Dawn. Thought you would have left by now," Matt piped up.

"Oh yeah!" I picked up my jacket and pulled out the box that I had re-hidden and handed to the closest Team Xtreme member which was Jeff. All 3 of them were smiling and all pulled the lid off to make it seem like it was their own present. There were three pieces of wrapping paper inside that were hiding something soft, from the way it was rolled up it was no doubt shirts. The red wrapping paper had A.C.D scrawled across it for Amy C. Dumas and she eagerly took it out and unrolled her gift.

She held it up for the brothers to see as well as she looked it over. It was a deep red in color and the sleeves would probably reach just past mid-arm and the hem of it most likely to just below the breasts. It had a cartoonish-looking Lita doing the trademark Hardy guns above her head with purplish mesh flames around it. Dawn watched as Lita a.k.a Amy squealed her delight and then threw her arms around the 15 year old.

"Thank you so much!" she practically shouted as she flaunted it playfully in front of the two Hardy brothers. Both of them just grinned and looked to one another and grabbed their designated gifts from the box, green for Matt and purple for Jeff.

What they found were almost identical black shirts made of some kind of stretchy material that was almost see through. Again there was a cartoon-based figure on the shirt, but it was on the back. Matt's cartoon figure had him sporting a while and black combo shirt and baggy black pants and the finger guns were pointed at his head. Jeff's character had a bright green shirt and had the same pair of jeans as his brother, but his arms were spread downwards with the guns, his head was tilted down slightly showing a purple hat and his colorful hair. On the front was their silver HB logo with green lightning dancing around it. Underneath their logo were interlocking letters that clearly spelled out Team Xtreme.

If either of the brothers were as excited as Amy had seemed to be, they hid it well.

"Wow…" was all Matt seemed to be able to say.

"No fan has ever given us anything other then phone numbers and pictures of themselves or maybe a love note of some sort… This is the first real gift we've ever gotten. Thanks, Dawn," Jeff was sincere, Dawn could tell.

She smiled brightly as her gifts seemed to be well-liked.

"Thanks you guys, I was afraid you wouldn't like them," and she had been.

"Are you kidding? We love them!" All three nodded in agreement.

"Dawn! Where the hell a-… Dawn, c'mon we gotta," Kyle had finally come back to get her after his long absence, but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the trio that was standing before his sister. The 19 year old brother pushed his younger sibling out of the way and introduced himself to the 3 wrestlers, shaking hands with Amy a little too long as she finally had to snatch her hand from his grasp. Dawn kind of shuffled back from the scene and put her jacket on as the cold finally got to her. She turned her back to her babbling brother and Team Xtreme who were miraculously putting up with him. Somehow her brother always managed to ruin everything for her, cared nothing as to what she felt or what he did to her. For that she despised him.

Dawn had taken to looking up at the stars. They'd always been beautiful to her and they at least gave her the time to think. It was a good thing there were no fans who had lurked after the show back here or the Hardy brothers and their lovely valet would have been mauled for sure. All she'd wanted was to give them their gifts, she got what she'd wanted. But with the opportunity to simply speak to them for even the slightest moment and get to know who they really were, well, that was taken away from her by Kyle, Dawn thought bitterly. A tap on her shoulder made her turn around, expecting her brother to have run off Team Xtreme and was now ready to drag her home, Dawn was shocked to find Jeff staring at her with an apologetic smirk on his face.

"We're sorry about that. You're brother doesn't have much respect for you, does he?"

"No, he never did," she shook her head slowly.

"Well, I don't think we can thank you enough for those shirts. Just by looking at them I know they're all a perfect fit. We appreciate you taking the time out to make those for us, we really do. The WWF could use a designer like you, you've got some real talent."

"Really?" Dawn's eyes lit up at the compliment and Jeff simply smiled and nodded.

"Wow. Usually people ask me where I got what I'm wearing or what store I got their birthday present from, how'd you know I made it?"

"Well a stylish guy like me has to be able to notice these kind of things. Besides, these shirts aren't sold anywhere because we come up with our own designs," he said jokingly. I smiled at him.

"Nice hair, by the way. You wouldn't happen to have any of that blue left would you?" I had to laugh at that. He was laughing too, but I knew he was dead serious.

"Actually, I do."

"Matt, Jeff! Lita!" A certain gray-suited WWF owner came jogging out of the arena, "I'm glad I caught you before you left. Edge and Christian have some family issues going on and won't be able to make it to Smackdown Thursday. There's no one else available so I'm going to give you the night off. "

"Thanks, Vince," they all replied in unison and then giggled at that very fact.

"Hey, what's that you guys got?" Vince pointed at the shirts they were holding, completely ignoring the two fans in Dawn and Kyle who were still there.

"Oh!" Amy grabbed Dawn away from Jeff's side and scooted her forward so that she was now look up at Vince, smiling sheepishly and feeling very awkward.

"She made them for us, Vince," Amy announced proudly while holding up the shirt that had been to given to her for the boss to see. He raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded appreciatively.

"That's some very fine work, young lady. Perhaps you could come in a moment?"

"Uhh…" Dawn couldn't exactly find any words at the moment, so she let Vince walk her into the arena… backstage. The brothers and their valet also followed, curiosity being their cause. Dawn's brother, however, was not happy about being left outside and jealous over the fact that he didn't get to go backstage as well.

"If you go in there I'm leaving you here, Dawn!" he called to her retreating back, but the younger sister ignored her older sibling and graciously stepped through the door that Mr. McMahon had kindly held open for her. Kyle made a face and jammed his hands into his pockets, grumbling as he stalked off to his truck, revved up the engine and made good on his word – He left.