Chapter 4: Val's Interview & Working At WWE……•

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Crystal: This one I really want to get rid of Beth, and I think the others agree……

Val: I agree, I hate that sluty bitch.

Crisz & Crissy: When did you get here? Never mind… yeah we want to see the romance between Val and Jeff start to heat up…

Yoru: No comment.

Danni: Why am I in this series?

Crystal: Reason why Yoru has no comment is because he loves Violet from "L" and "V" are next to each other in the alphabet! And why you're here Danni is because you're my alter ego just like the others! XD and we just need you to make the story flow…

Danni: I get it now.

Everyone: On with the show!

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Weeks had past since I last seen Jeff. The others had noticed in the way I changed, being colder and focused on work. We were now making our way up to seven weeks of working for the WWE. The crowed just loved us. For the older fans it must feel like watching WWF instead. We weren't child friendly and we told people that. Todd backstage said that we were worse than Stone Cold Steve Austin. And we took that as a complement.

They had to hold off my interview seeing as some things had come up. I sat in a leather chair dressed in Kikwear and T. Reilly clothing. Jeff did leave his mark on me after all, next to the first ever tattoo he did. The guy who was doing the interview sat right across from me.

"So Ms. Brook—" I cut him off.

"It's Val, Ms. Brooks is too stuffy for me," I crossed my legs as I leaned back; my fingers were entwined and sat on my knees of my Kikwear white and black girl pants.

"Okay, Val, can you tell us your relation to Phil 'CM Punk' Brooks?" The interviewer asked.

"Let's just cut to the chase shall we? That thing is sadly my twin brother. If you want more then I'll tell you. When I was really young I was sent to the ICU in Chicago, and when I was out before going right back I would get beaten by both my brothers and the other boys' that lived around us. I hated it, the feeling of weakness, and so just a few days before I was to start high school I ran away. Money was gone; clothes were missing along with the car and what ever else I needed. A few hundred miles away from the place that I now call home I dumped the car and went on foot, making it to North Carolina. I signed myself up to go to Union Pines High School, the same one that both of the Hardy Boyz and friends went to."

The guy cleared his throat, "So did you know the real Hardy Boyz that the fans have yet to see?" he asked, watching as I gave a toothy smile.

A chuckle slipped past my black and white painted lips. "Have you seen ? They acted just like that! When I first went to Union Pines High School I was sucked in to their world. Matt was like the big brother I never had but always wanted, while Jeff…… With Jeff it was something more. Back then we were what some would call 'Friends with benefits'. Not a couple just friends that did strange things.

"What people don't know about the real me, the Boyz do. Like when I was in JR high, I did things that I'm not at all proud of, but it made me a living. I'm a sex addict. I don't abuse drugs or alcohol; I just have tones of kinky sex. What my fans know is that I was rapped for a good part of my childhood, but I enjoyed it. The slow, sensual, and sensational feeling of reaching a climax with that one person that takes your breath away.

"When I was around Jeff I could be myself. I could let loose. I could really be free, even if I ever did get him angry at me he wouldn't raise his hand to hit me; something I was brought up to know. He was gentle and shy, also caring. To say the least, he was my first ever crush. To say that I'm still not addicted to him would be something. Before I even came to WWE I lost touch with the brothers that became so much apart of my life. I didn't know they were the Hardy Boyz, 'cause I didn't see it coming. Both Matt and Jeff belong in the WWE. They worked so hard, and it paied off in the long run.

"Just a few years back while I was working with Dragon Gate with my then boyfriend who is known as BxB Hulk, I would record Monday Night Wars, now known as RAW, and I'd watch the Hardy Boyz fight in the WWE, which was known as WWF back in the day, and Team Xtream. I was hooked. And I'm happy that Mr. McMahon is letting Blood Splatter Inc., be apart of his company. And……… for some extra information, when Xtream-Zone Wrestling— better known as the X-ZONE! — was found, I was the one to have found it. Just like Jeff Jarred with TNA, I was and am the proud mother of Xtream-Zone Wrestling. And with that said, I think it's time for me to leave. I have to catch my flight to Taranto, Canada for Monday's show," and I left.

I was warming up backstage as a knock came to Blood Splatter Inc., locker room. The door opened and in walked Vincent Kennedy McMahon. "Yes sir?" I asked as I finished buckling the backs of my black and white wrestling boots (got the ones like Jeff Hardy's).

I stood straight as he was about to speak. "I've read your interview young lady, and to say the least I'm impressed. Seeing as you have a history with the Boyz I would like to start a story line with you and them, that is if you're alright with it," he asked. Wow, he was really nice when the cameras weren't rolling. I nodded my head, agreeing. "If you don't mind me adding in a feud between you and Punk," again I nodded my head.

"Mr. McMahon," I called out as he turned to leave. He looked back at me. "I know it says this under my health history, but I do have 'problems' to say the least, and what ever I do I cannot be held for. So I won't promise that Danni will never come out when around my brother," Vince nodded his head, understanding me completely before he left.

I jumped around, warming up. Since our promo this was the first time I was seen with out Ric and Caine. You're Going Down by Sick Puppies started to play. I spun my way out onto the platform before slowly rolling my hips; my hand pressed against my abdomen as an added effect before I ran down the ramp; sliding into the ring.

The fans cheered and booed me as I grabbed a microphone. I held it up to my black and white painted lips. "What's rockin' Toronto!?" I yelled into the microphone as my song faded away. The fans screamed loud. "Let me introduce myself! Coming in at 185 pounds, stand at 5'11" in wrestling boots, from Cameron, North Carolina……… give it up for the Queen of Xtream, the Queen of Goth…… the one and only VAL BROOKS!!!" dropping the microphone I bowed down to the fans. Layla's music echoed around the arena.

Fans boo'd her. This just made me smirk as she did her entrance. The referee rang the bell. I slowly paced around her, like a lion with it's pray. I waited for an opening, and once it opened I struck.

She was caught off as I made impact with her stomach; ramming my fist in deep. She stumbled back, caughing like crazy. This caused me to laugh at Layla. I easily slid into a back bend as Layla tried to give me a clothesline from Hell. This made her glare at me just as I gave her a running back flip corkscrew, which knocked her back into a turnbuckle. Layla kicked me in the stomach. I stumbled back before she locked her arms around me, pinning my arms to my side.

I growled as I flipped her over my head before I kicked her in the back of the knee. She fell, but not before she got me in the face. I fell down but got right back up. As she stood up, I kicked her right in between the eyes, hard might I add. I picked her up by her hair and did the Twist of Fate. 1, 2... She lifted her arm up.

I growled as I got on top of her and punched her in the face a few times. I then stood up and did the Whisper in the Wind. I pinned her again. And she kicked out again.

Glaring, I stood up at the same time as she did. I grabbed Layla's arm as I Irish whipped her into one of the turnbuckles. I kicked her a few times in the stomach before she elbowed me right in the jaw.

I snarled as I yanked at her arm as I Irish Whipped her again into the opposite turnbuckle. I watched as Layla wobbly got out of the turnbuckle. Waiting till she was in the right spot, I then climbed onto the top turnbuckle, just waiting.

I smirked as I stood on the second rope and gripped the top ropes tightly as I did a hand stand.

Slowly I turned myself around and lifted up one hand off the rope before I pushed myself off to do an upside down Swanton bomb. I grasped my stomach and ribs as I rolled off of her. I then got the pin. 1, 2, 3! I slithered out of the ring, but was met with a chair right in the back of the head. I grasped the chair from behind me as I spun around.

The crowed cheered and screamed insults at the man right in front of me. I panted as I dropped to the ground, crawling under the ring. But I wasn't quick enough as Phil grabbed me around the ankle and pulled me out. Out of instinct I smashed my elbow right into his chest. I staggered to stand and walked back up the platform. The cameras followed me as Phil came my way.

Quickly spinning around I sprinted away from him.

"You moron!! Attack him! You have the upper hand! Destroy that ass hole that made our life a living hell!" my eyes changed a blood red as I ran into a dead end. Phil was right behind me, along with a camera guy.

This was not Danni that took over.

She slowly turned around, her blood red eyes glowing with a hunger. A smirk pulled at the now black painted lips. The once lime green streaks that were in Val's hair was now a ruby red; matching that of her eyes.

Ray just wanted to destroy and kill this insect that was stand before her. "You wanna play boy?" she cooed out in a chillingly high soprano. This did nothing to help Phil. He knew how mentally unstable his twin was. But he didn't care. Ray didn't think running away was a smart thing to do. She wanted to play with him for a bit.

Ray gave a small bow to the camera man. "Introducing; from Death Valley, Ray-Ray Diablo…" now this was a twist of fate…

Color Commentary•

"Who's Ray-Ray Diablo? I thought that was Val Brooks!" King was shocked to say the least. As was Michael Cole.

"It says nothing about there being a 'Ray-Ray Diablo' on any of our shows!" they all watched the titantron to only see Ray-Ray beating Punk up. Ray-Ray was ready as Punk aimed a kick at her head, blocking it before twisting the said leg.

"It seems like Ray-Ray Diablo is another side of Val Brooks," Cole stated as he watched the brawl continue with Jerry 'The King' Lawler.

FF. To Later•

I sat with an ice pack to my skull after having it smashed right threw glass. Aren't I lucky?

Ric and Caine were trying to make sure I was okay; something that they both know is a fucking lie. When am I ever okay?

There was a knock at the door; this forced the twins away so they could answer the door. Seeing as the taping was over and we were in a hotel; Both Matt and Jeff Hardy walked in. Jeff was right by my side. He picked up my legs so he could sit down and rested them across his lap. Jeff ran his fingers over the stitches that were on my neck.

"You look like some rag doll Vixen," Matt said as he took a seat on the floor by me. He still remembered my nickname from high school. Seeing as I was sly as a female fox. I just chuckled darkly. Both of the twins had left some time ago.

"Yeah, well you don't look too good your self hot shot!" and for the rest of the day we talked about the past and everything that has been happening. I haven't been this happy for a very long time.

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Three C's: Awe, we didn't ruin Beth and Jeff yet… TT~TT

Yoru: Would it make you happy if you guys did it next chapter?

Three C's: Oh yes!! :D

Danni: It'll make me happier too…

Val: Same…

Yoru & Danni: Next time; •Chapter 5: Beth is a no good, dirty, roten, slutty whore from Hell! You can do so much better Jeff! "I— I love you…"•

Everyone: See you then!!