Title: Under The Ring…
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Rating: M for slash, alcohol, language, the works
Disclaimer: I own nothing but DVDs and video games. WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. If someone told you I own it, they lie!
Summary: A group of WWE Superstars get a little too curious about what's really under the ring and come face-to-face with something none of them ever expected.
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All nine men stared at the woman in front of them. She was the exact same height as Jeff and looked like a perfect replica. She had jaw-length blue-dyed hair with streaks of blonde coming through, emerald eyes that seemed to grow darker as they stared, and was in a pair of blue jeans ripped at the knees as well as a pair of tennis shoes and a Celtics basketball jersey, a silver necklace with the Hardyz symbol in purple around her neck. She even had the same tattoos as Jeff.
"What," Adam muttered.
"The," Jeff continued.
"Fuck," they both finished.
"Addy!" the woman yelled, looking over her shoulder.
"We'll be under here if you need us," Shawn said as he and everyone but Jeff and Adam crawled back under the ring to watch from a safe place.
"You look hot as a chick, Jeff," Adam commented, looking the girl-version up and down.
"Shut up, that's not helping," Jeff hissed, glaring at his boyfriend as a perfect girl-replica of Adam joined the Jeff one.
"What do we have here?" the Adam-replica asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the ground. "I've seen some crazy fans before, but I've never seen anyone who got our looks so perfect." She shrugged and exhaled a bit. "What do you want? An autograph? Picture?"
"What the fuck do you mean us?" Adam asked. "You're the ones who're copying us!"
"Really?" the Adam-replica asked as she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, really," Adam shot back with a slight glare.
She grinned. "Bring 'em down, Jo," she said, looking at the woman beside her. The Jeff-replica grinned, using Jeff and Adam's shock and unawareness to deliver a double dose of the Twist of Fate and bring both to the ground in pain. "Let's go." The two dragged both blondes up the ramp and backstage.
The other seven crawled out from under the ring and stood up, looking around. "What the fuck just happened?" Hunter asked, asking the one question everyone was thinking.
"I think we traveled into a parallel universe," Chris said, Alex nodding beside him.
"That's ridiculous," Mark said, slapping the back of the Gun's head. "They don't exist."
"Let's just find Vince and get this straightened out," Matt decided.
Adam and Jeff didn't notice much as they were dragged backstage, but when they started to come to and the pain in their heads started to fade, they looked up at the two replicas from the ground. "Who the fuck are you two?" Adam asked, rubbing the back of his head where he could feel a slight bump from hitting something along the way starting to form.
"You guys look exactly like us, but you don't know who we are?" the Adam-replica asked in disbelief. She crossed her arms again and laughed. "You guys are just pathetic!"
"Don't you guys ever watch WWE?" the Jeff-replica asked.
"'Course we do, but I think we would've noticed people who look exactly like us!" Jeff argued.
"For the last time, you guys are dressed like us," the Adam-replica said. "But if you watch WWE, you must never be paying attention to not know who we are."
"I'm Josephine Hardy," the smaller one said with a smirk.
"And I'm Addy Copeland," the other said with her arms still crossed. "Or Edge, as I'm known in the ring."
"You've gotta be shitting me," Adam muttered, shaking his head as he stood up. He held out his hand to help Jeff up, catching him when he nearly stumbled back and fell over again. "I'm Adam Copeland. The real Edge."
"Jeff Hardy," Jeff introduced softly. "We came from under the ring."
"I told you there was something under there!" Josephine said, lightly slapping Addy's arm. "You never listened to me!"
Addy smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the smaller's mouth. "I'll make it up to you later," she promised, turning back to the men in front of him. Adam just stared back; he'd just witnessed his girl-self kiss Jeff's girl-self and it was kind of turning him on.
"Wait," Jeff said, holding up his hands. "If there are girl-versions of us, then what about the others?"
"Others?" Addy repeated.
"There were nine of us," Adam replied, crossing his arms. "The other seven hid when you came down. Didn't want to get caught." He scowled softly. "Cowards."
"We need to find Mary," Addy decided, grabbing Adam's arm. "Come on." Josephine grabbed Jeff's arm and followed her girlfriend as they headed out of the room and down the hallway to a door with a silver plate engraved with 'Undertaker' on it. "Mary!" Addy called, banging on the door with her free hand. "Mary, we need to talk to you!"
After a few seconds, the door opened and a woman was revealed, dressed all in black. "You know, girl version of Markie is just as scary," Jeff whispered to Adam as they got pulled in. The blonde nodded as the door closed behind them.
Shawn and Hunter walked down the hallway backstage alone together. They had gotten separated from the rest of the group a while ago when they were looking for Vince's office and never really bothered to go back and find them. "Who do you think works here?" Shawn asked as they were met with the third empty room in the hallway.
Hunter shrugged. "Probably some other wrestlers," he guessed. He stopped when he came to a door with 'DX' on it spray painted in neon green paint. "Shawn, here might be a good place to start." He opened the door.
Two people looked up when they entered. One with dirty blonde hair going a little lower than her shoulders kept back with a rubber band at the nape of her neck in jeans, boots, a T-shirt, and a cowboy hat, the other with lighter dirty blonde hair going down to her shoulders in a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. "Cool!" Shawn exclaimed happily. "Girl-versions of us!"
"Who are you?" Hunter asked. These two didn't seem as dangerous as the girl versions of Adam and Jeff, so might as well try and make friends.
"Hannah," the lighter dirty blonde introduced, holding out her hand. "Hannah Hearst Helmsely."
"Shandra Michaels," the other said, holding out her own hand.
"Hunter," Hunter said. "Hunter Hearst Helmsely."
"Shawn Michaels," the last blonde introduced.
"We came from under your ring," Hunter explained. "Apparently, everyone where we came from that was a guy is a girl here."
"That means double the D-Generation X!" Shandra exclaimed happily.
Shawn smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "I like the way you think," he said.
"Wanna help us with a prank?" Hannah asked, pulling a few cans of spray paint out of her locker. Hunter raised an eyebrow to silently ask who they were pulling it on. "Who else but the Mc-Mc-McMahonicans."
Matt and Evan walked up to the door with 'McMahon' engraved on a gold plate; everyone else had gone off to explore. "Stay here," Matt ordered, knocking on the door.
"But, Matt—"
"Stay. Here," the older Hardy repeated. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package of Twizzlers, handing it to Evan. "Just don't do something stupid." He walked into McMahon's office, closing the door behind him.
"Yes, what do you want?"
Matt gulped. He never thought he'd live to see the day he'd see a woman as intimidating as Vincent Kennedy McMahon. The nameplate on her desk read 'Victoria McMahon'. "Ms. McMahon?" he asked a bit nervously.
Victoria looked up, frowning when she saw the older Hardy standing in front of her desk. "Who the hell are you and why the hell do you look like my employee?" she practically growled, glaring at the other.
Matt gulped again. "Me and my friends aren't from here," he started.
"Then where the hell did you come from?" Victoria interrupted.
"Under the ring, ma'am," Matt admitted. McMahon didn't look amused. "I can show you, ma'am."
"You better make this worth my while," Victoria growled, standing up. "What's your name so I know who to tell security never to enter again?"
"Hardy, ma'am," the other said as he opened the office door. "Matt Hardy."
Victoria didn't look like she believed him, but dropped it as he noticed Evan standing outside the office with half a Twizzler hanging out of his mouth. "Bourne!" she barked. "What did you do to your hair?"
Evan looked around in confusion. "Me?" he asked.
"Do you see another Eve Bourne?"
"Ma'am, this is Evan Bourne," Matt said, pulling the younger closer to him. "He's with me."
"Show me under the ring before I kick you both out," Victoria threatened, her glare returning.
"So why did you want to come with me, Mark?" Chris said. He and Alex were walking side-by-side with Mark following close behind.
"Yeah, I thought you'd want to go with Shawn and Hunter," Alex added.
"I can trust those two not to get into trouble," the Deadman replied simply. "I can't trust you to not to get in trouble."
Chris and Alex grinned. "And that's just how we like it," they said together.
"Damn it, Ally! Stop punching me!"
"Then man up, Chris! I'll stop punching you when you learn how to defend yourself!"
"Sounds like we found our girl-selves," Alex said, grinning at his partner. "And I'm winning."
"Shut up," Chris muttered, crossing his arms. They opened the door to the locker room in front of them, grinning at what they found.
Sitting front of a TV with an Xbox hooked up and controllers in each of their hands were girl versions of both Guns with longer hair in jeans and matching Motor City Machine Guns T-shirts, both playing as themselves in Smackdown vs. Raw 2011. Created, of course. The girls paused their game, standing up and looking the men up and down. They looked at each other before back at the ones standing in front of them.
"Cool!" the girl-Chris said with a grin. "I always knew I had a twin!" She took a look at Chris again. "Never thought he'd be a guy, though."
"Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley," Alex introduced with a grin. "The Motor City Machine Guns."
"Christa Sabin and Ally Shelley," Ally said with a grin of her own. "The Motor City Machine Guns." She and Christa stood back-to-back with their arms out in front of them bent up at the elbows, their hands laced together looking likes guns.
"We are so adding that in our entrance," Chris said.
"Wanna play us?" Christa asked as Ally pulled two more controllers out from her bag. "We got extra controllers."
"I like this place," Alex said as he and Chris settled down to play some video games.
Mark shook his head with a small groan, sitting on the bench near the door to watch and make sure none of them did anything stupid.
"I believe them."
Addy looked at Mary in disbelief. Josephine, Jeff, and Adam were sitting on the bench behind her, watching in silence as Addy explained their situation to Mary. "You believe them?" she asked, pointing back at the two men.
"Addy?" Josephine asked. The blonde woman turned around with her arms crossed. "I believe them." Addy started to argue when Josephine put a hand over her mouth. "Just because you don't like Adam doesn't mean their story isn't true. Besides," she smiled, "I like them."
"Of course you like them," Addy said, sighing lightly. "You like almost everyone. And everyone likes you back. That's why I don't let you go anywhere alone."
Josephine frowned, crossing her arms and jutting one hip out to the side. "Well, I like them," she said and turned away.
Addy sighed again, walking forward and wrapping her arms around the blonde from behind. "I'm sorry," she apologized, kissing her cheek softly.
"See," Jeff pointed out, looking at Adam. "The girl version of you can apologize, but you can't."
"Hey, I apologize," Adam said as he tried to defend himself.
"Yeah, after I ignored you for a day," Jeff muttered, crossing his arms.
"Aren't they impossible?" Josephine asked, looking over at her newfound friend.
Jeff nodded. "Definitely." He smiled. "Hey, there's an ice cream cart that usually circles the arena about this time. Wanna get something?" Josephine smiled and nodded. Adam and Addy tried to follow when the two smaller blondes pushed them back. "Not you. Just us." Their jaws dropped as the Hardys walked out, the door closing behind them.
"They left us," Adam said in disbelief.
"You two need to work our your issues before you talk to them again," Mary told the two blondes, walking past them and out of the locker room.
Adam and Addy looked at each other and turned their backs to one another with their arms crossed. "I'm not apologizing until you do," they said at the same time.
"It's so beautiful," Shandra said, wiping a fake tear from her eye.
The four members of D-Generation X were staring at the entrance ramp they had just finished spray painting. They couldn't think of anything better to do with what they had the amount of time they had, so they settled on decorating the ramp that led from the stage down to the ramp with their green spray paint until they were out. "Wonder what McMahon will say when she sees this," Hannah wondered, tossing her empty paint can into a nearby garbage can.
"What the fuck?"
"Crap, it's Shay!" Shandra said, wincing when she heard the voice.
"Calm down, Shan," Hannah said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "She's a wimp. You know that."
"Hey, lookie there!" Shawn exclaimed happily as someone walked onto the stage and looked at the ramp in disbelief. "It's girl-Shane!"
"Doesn't look much different," Hunter joked with a grin. "And look. It's girl-Vince. How they look so much like our versions, I'll never know."
"Oh my god," Victoria said, staring first at the ramp then at the four blondes standing at the bottom.
"Hunter! Shawn!" Matt and Evan came out onto the stage behind the two McMahons and Matt did not look happy. "I thought Mark was going to keep you two out of trouble!"
Hunter shrugged. "He went with Chris and Alex."
"Two Shandra Michaels," Victoria said in disbelief, looking at the four members of D-Generation X. "Two Helmsleys."
"Suck it," the four blondes said together, sending four DX chops at both members of the McMahon family.
It took a few minutes for Matt and Evan to get both McMahons back to normal and on task and soon enough, the entire locker room plus the nine men stood around the ring with Victoria and Shay inside with microphones. "What are we doing here?" Chris whined, hanging on Alex. "We were in the middle of a game!"
"And winning too!" Alex added.
"We were the ones who were winning!" Christa argued.
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
"Would you four shut up!" Mary's sister, Gloria yelled. "Shut up before I kick your asses." That shut both teams of Guns up.
"Now, then," Victoria said in the middle of the ring. "I'm pretty sure you all realize what I'm going to talk about by just looking around. Calaway, Sabin, Shelley, Hardy, Bourne, Michaels, Helmsley, Copeland, other Hardy, get your asses in this ring." Soon, they were all in the ring. Mary and Mark, Chris and Christa, Alex and Ally, Jeff and Josephine (with ice cream in hand), Eve and Evan, Shandra and Shawn, Hunter and Hannah, Addy and Adam, and Matt and Madeline. "Apparently, Mr. Hardy," she motioned at Matt, "proved to me that they come from a sort of…parallel universe."
"Told you," Chris said, sticking his tongue out at Mark. The Deadman just shook his head, slapping the back of the Gun's head. "Owie!"
"Thank you," Victoria said, nodding at Mark. "I don't care if they stay here. Hell, I don't care if they fight anyone of the Superstars here."
"The girls are the Superstars?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. Victoria glared at him. "Shutting up now."
"Like I said, I don't give a damn if you wrestle each other on the show," Ms. McMahon continued. "But you will see me if you want a match because you won't get one without going through me first." He turned to where the four members of DX were standing. "And you four. I don't want to see another spot of spray paint in this company!" The four blondes just laughed.
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Oh yeah. This'll be fun. So very much fun. And pretty soon, you're get to meet some of the other Superstars in the 'parallel universe' as well as bringing some back. Who, well, I'll leave that up to you.
If you want something to happen, friends to be made, or enemies to be had, please send them in reviews. I'll gladly take any and all ideas.