Welcome back! Yes, this is my second fanfic. Please read, and drop a review. Enjoy, my luffs!

Disclaimer: I don not own any of the music, or SuperStars used in this fic. If I did, things would be much different in the real world, just me. )


A redhead paced up and down the hallway of the arena, where World Wrestling Entertainment (formally known as the World Wrestling Fedoration, back in the days) Raw was being held that night. A worried expression was set upon her fave, and she looked up at the two, blonde Divas that were leaning against the wall in front of her.

"Calm down, Amy." One said to her.

"Adam'll be fine. He's one tough cookie." The other said.

Amy Dumas, known better as Lita, was the female that was pacing. Her long red tresses were curled lightly at the ends. She was wearing a pair of baggy, camoflodged pants, with two black thong straps pulled up to about the level of her navel,and a green bikini top, with a long sleeved white mesh shirt over top of it.

The other girl, was known as Trish Stratus. Trish's blonde hair was flopped lazily over her shoulder. Trish was wearing a pair of plain jeans, and a black tank-top, that was cut into a V, dipping down. This was, of course, her normal style.

Jade Siecer was the last of the females, that stood around in the hallway. She had long blonde hair, that was highlighted with an electric blue color. She wore a pair of short, short, Daisy Duke style jean cut-offs, and a white tank-top.

"No, it will not be, 'all right', Trish." Lita snapped. "He's not here. And we have no clue what will happen on 'Carlito's Cabana' tonight."

Lita was correct. Adam Coopland had not yet arrived at the arena, and the three woman were scheduled to guest star on the Cabana, which was coming up in a matter of minutes. TheDivas were informed ofwhat they would be acting out, before it happened, but not in this case. Edge was supposed to arrived, and beat the shit out of Carlito when he back-talked Amy, but there had been a change in plans. The girls were tould to 'wing it'. Whatever that meant.

"Well, we go out that and wing it!" Jade said, cheerfully. Sheshoved her hand into the pocket of her shorts, slipping her fingers into the concealed weapon, known as the 'Brass knuckles'.

"That's it," Trish said, grimly. "We're on." She had been watched the nearest monator, closely.

Jade made her way out of the curtain, just as her music hit ( Christina Agulara's hit song, 'Dirrty') through out the arena. The fans jumped to their feet, some cheering her on, other screaming loud things about her at the top of their lungs. She bounced her way down to the ring, standing outside of it, waiting for her two best friends to come out.

A giggle echoed around the arena, as Trish appeared out of the arena, a pissed of looked set on her pretty features. She strode down to where Jade was standing, pretending she was not there.

Then, Lita came out, biting her lower lip, as the chants of 'whore' and 'slut' greeted her. She put on a smirk, and waltzed down the ramp, meeting Trish and Jade at ringside.

The three women smiled at each other, and climbed the stairs, one by one, and entered the ring through the bottom rope.

Carlito stood motionless, his mouth agap. "Wait, no, no wait, one second!" He said, the Caribbean accent coming out thickly. "I don't wanna fight no girls!"

Lita's smirk grew wider, and she grabbed the mircophone from Carlito's hand. "Excuse me Carlito," she said. "I believe you issued a challege on the Cabana last week. That challege was directed to anyone in the locker room, anyone that thought that they could knock you out." She paused, watching Carlito's reaction in amusment.

Trish took the mircophone from Lita's hand. "Yeah, um, Carlito? We think we can easily do that!" she dropped the mircophone, and backed up.

Jade stepped foreward, sending a heavy punch to Carlito's forehead, feeling the cool metal of the brass knuckle push against her skin as it connected to Carlito's head.

Carlito fell backwards, into the far turnbuckle. His body immediatly slumped, his eyes wide with shock.

Lita chuckled, and grabbed an apple that had fallen. She bit into it, chewing thoughtfully. Lita glanced at Carlito, and swalled. She threw the rest of the apple at his head.

"MY APPLES!" Carlito screamed at the top of his lungs. "SAVE ME!"

The apples stayed motionless.

( A/N: Alrighty, folks. I'm trying to find the lyrics to Jeff Hardy's theme song. If I don't get them right, please don't kill me. Somewhere I head his song's called Death from Atop, but I found the lyrics to 'Desire', so I'm going to use those.)

"THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN SAY!"

Theme music blasted through out the arena, and thousands of fans stood to their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs, maybe even louder.

Then the lights went out.

Older fans new this was Jeffery Nero Hardy, one half of the Hardy Boys tag team, and a part of team X-treme.

Jade and Trish imediatly spun around, facing Lita. Jade had only been in the WWE for a short period of time, and she even knew who it was. She spun around once more, looking at the fans in the front row. Jade elbowed Trish. "Looks like they're choking on their popcorn."

Trish snickered.

Jade imitated the shocked looks on the faces of the audience, clutching her throut, and bugging out her eyes. This probaly wasn't the best time for commic relief...

Lita backed into the turnbuckle that wasn't oppucpied by the half knocked Carlito. Her mouth was 'almost touching the floor' so to speak. She shivered, wondering if this was just some kind of cruel joke Matt had decieded to play on her and her friends, living up to the quote 'he's going to make her life a living hell'.

Nope, no joke here. Jeff Hardy burst through the curtain, dressed in a Hardy Boys T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. His arms and face were painted with blacklight paint, and he glowed while walking down the ramp. He slid into the ring, looking up at the shocked face of Amy Dumas. He smiled at her. "Hey Ames, long time no see, 'eh?"

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Well, how did you like it? I know, it was a little shaky. I don't know why Jeff would be returning to the WWE. It's my own little fantasy world I live in./ I alsodon't know what he'd be wearing, or the wholeblacklight paint deal. I was searchingthroughGoogle on him, and I don't know if my sources were relieable. So if youleave a review, lend me some knoweldge of Jeff.

Don't make fun of me for not knowing these things.

Anyways...thanks for reading. In the words of meh friend Kimiko 'I'm a total review whore'.