A/N: In my story Christian & Edge are real brothers. Wrestling is REAL [storylines mainly] and Trish begins her story in a relationship with Christian, sue me!

TRISH'S P.O.V

It was a perfect Friday night in early 2002 and I was sitting in the backstage lounge at Smackdown! with my boyfriend Jason, who everyone knew as Christian. We both weren't booked to wrestle this night so we enjoyed each other's company whilst watching the program on TV together backstage. The current match had ended in a victory to Adam, Christian's brother Edge, against Bubba Ray Dudley. We both cheered and awaited him to join us in the lounge and when he showed up, the three of us decided to watch the next match, Raven versus Jeff Hardy.

"That Jeff Hardy is one strange character." I stated after watching his bizarre head banging, arm flailing antics whilst sporting a face and arm covered in luminous ultraviolet body paint. His entrance certainly was different and knew how to freak out a crowd. This guy was daring and very extreme. I had watched some matches of his in the past and I always caught myself fixated on it, watching ever so curiously.

"I can't wait to smash Jeff and his pathetic brother Matt next week." Edge cackled. Christian smiled, nodded and cracked his knuckles in reply. Seriously what the hell was with this feud against the Hardy Boyz and the Dudley Boyz? I never fully understood what started it but one thing I knew for sure was that it had a long way to go before anyone called a truce. It was all bickering and competitiveness for the Tag Team Championship title. I chose to not get involved so as to not risk headaches or physical attacks from the likes of Lita or Spike Dudley.

Jeff's aerial maneuvers were incredible! It was like he had the ability to fly and used it to take advantage of his opponents. The Swanton Bomb, Whisper in the Wind, Superstar Press, Diving Hurricanrana and other tricks he executed always seemed to dazzle both the audience and myself. I had to meet him officially one day and get some tips on how to fly, well fly off the top rope that was.

I finally snapped out of my fixated trance on the TV screen and turned my attention back to Christian. He smiled at me and planted a soft and gentle peck on my cheek.

"Edge and I are heading off now. Are you coming babe?" Christian asked me.

"Where are you going?" I asked, confused.

"Weren't you listening to me just then? We're going back to the apartment."

"Oh haha sorry I must have dazed off. I'll be leaving shortly. I have a few things I need to do first."

Christian nodded, kissed me goodbye and left with Edge to go home. I wanted to continue watching Jeff's match before I went anywhere. To be honest I was kind of glad they both left as their annoying speeches on how much they disliked the Hardy Boyz really pissed me off sometimes. Why couldn't they all just be friends or at least get along and be civil? The Dudleys too! This was all turning into one big melodramatic feud and I was getting sick and tired of it.

Focusing my attention back on the TV screen, I watched Jeff climb to the top turnbuckle. I knew exactly what was coming next, the Swanton Bomb. My heart stopped for a split second as the blue haired freak arched his head back and swanned out into a high angled senton. The highflying move seemed to go in slow motion and it was executed perfectly. He rolled over onto Raven's torso and pinned him down hard.

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And here is your winner by pin fall, Jeff Hardy!

I caught myself jumping out of my seat and making a horrid squeaking sound. I twirled my fingers through my hair and turned around to see if anyone was there to notice.

Phew! I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Moments later I heard a scuffling noise heading towards me. I turned around to come face to face with none other than Jeff Hardy. He held onto his lower back in obvious pain and dropped himself violently onto the couch beside me. He was breathing heavily and didn't open his eyes. Now was my chance to talk to him.

"Congratulations on your victory Jeff." I smiled.

"Finally a nice comfy couch to sit on." He replied, ignoring my kind words.

"Umm Jeff? I said congrats on your…" I tried again.

"Oh yeh thanks." Was all he said, rudely interrupting me.

"Your daring moves are spectacular! I'd love to learn some techniques."

"What? You? Aren't you just the corporate slut who sleeps with Vince to get your way?" He rudely remarked. I scrunched up my nose and couldn't believe what he had just said to me. I was in total shock at this time.

"Excuse me! I am a professional! I did not have any affair with Vince nor am I a 'corporate slut'. How rude of you. You definitely were not what I was expecting." Without allowing him to reply or more importantly, apologize, I jumped up off the couch as fast as lightning. Tears started to fall down my cheeks and I ran out of the building to get home as soon as possible. How could anyone say such a horrible thing to me? Was that what the entire roster thought of me? I kept thinking about it for the entire ride home to my apartment.

Once inside, I crashed onto my bed and let all my tears out. I didn't bother to call Christian or my best girlfriends Torrie, and Stacy as I didn't want to cause a scene and I just wanted to be alone. I needed to reevaluate my judgment of someone whom I held a very high praise for.

Jeff Hardy.

I admired this guy, his look, his technique, his showmanship, his talent and the list goes on but one thing I never even bothered to think about was his personality. Was he really like that or was he going off a pathetic rumor he heard backstage? Maybe he was in pain and just tried to brush me off so he could relax in peace. I really hope that he is a much more genuine person than who I had just met but for now I really have no interest in continuing my stupid attempt at a conversation with 'The rainbow haired warrior'.