Jeff sat down, studing Miriam. She easily got her questions in order and took out a recorder. He smiled then--she was so cute when she was so serious. He quickly took the smile off his face..he wasn't Jeff anymore, but Matt. He'd leave any hope of romance for AFTER he got his correct body back.
"Are you ready?" she questioned.
"Yep, totally." he nodded. She put on the recorder.
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Matt." she said as the tape began.
"Hey, you too. So, you're fresh meat in the WWF, huh?" he grinned.
"You could say that. Anyway, let's get on to these questions." she said.
"OK." Jeff nodded.
"Well first up, it's time to tell your story on how you got to the WWF." she smiled.
"Ah, well, it's not exactly a long story. Me and Jeff didn't like wrestling much 'till our teens..then we started what people call now as backyard wrestling with my friends. Man, that was a blast, we even taped some of 'um..anyway, so we meet this guy..Ken Morgan, and he built this slightly real ring. People knew what we were doing, so, lo and behold, we get invited to fairs and such to show off our skills. We met up with this indy wrestler, he invited us to an Italion Stallion show, where I ended up getting my ass kicked in. We were invited once more by this guy after awhile, and since he needed 2 guys, Jeff came along too. We fought with him awhile--until we found he was screwing us out of a ton of money. A bit later, WWF decided to sign us up. We went through the training camp--you know, the usual stuff--and finally got signed on." Jeff explained.
"That's quite a story." Miriam commented, jotting something down. "Alright, next question. You and Jeff are usually always together. Do you guys get along or does sibling rivalry come into play?"
"Well, me and Jeff have our little spats, but we've really never gotten so mad at each other that either of us would ever leave the other. We're too close to let too many fights get in the way." Jeff smiled--he didn't know if Matt thought the same way--but as much as Matt bossed him around, he was still his brother and he still loved him no matter what.
"That's sweet. And speaking of you and your brother, how are you two coping with the sudden success?" she asked.
"We love our fans. If it was only a handful of people that liked us, hell, we wouldn't care. We do this stuff for them--atleast I do. Even when I hurt like hell I go out there and grit my teeth for the fans." he answered.
"What kind of injuries have you sustained since you started out and which one was the most painful?" Miriam inquired.
"I had a whole mess of injures from a broken nose to a broken cheekbone to even broken fingers--they all hurt, but I guess the cheekbone was bad only because I had to be out for a little while. It's hard to say, though." he laughed. He knew this'd be easy to fake. He couldn't help but wonder how his brother was doing though...
***
"Haha, nice ta see you're up and movin, Jeffy." Chris laughed. Matt shifted uncomfortably, he didn't even really know Chris enough to really hang out with him. "Ah, you seem a little beaten up. You feeling OK?" he asked as he ushered him into the car.
"I'm cool." he said, trying to act atleast a bit like his younger brother--Jeff had told him to relax, and that's what he was aiming to be. Relaxed. A easy word to say but a hard word to act.
"That's good. Want to go to the usual club?" he questioned.
Club. With people. He was going to die. "Sure thing, let's get goin'." he forced himself to say. Be cool, just chill..Matt kept reminding himself this. He didn't know how long he was going to be Jeff. Suddenly the car lurched forward and Matt realized he was now in a car with Chris Irvine behind the wheel.
Not good. Matt wished he had something to grip on as they sped down the road. He drew in a breath and calmed down a bit, though they were still speeding down the road. Suddenly the car stopped, and Matt almost flew forward from his seat. He didn't, somehow. Sitting there, dazed, he was quickly ushered out of the car and before long he found himself in a particularly loud bar.
"Great place, huh?" Chris asked. Matt looked at him and nodded, though this wasn't exactly the best place in Matt's mind. They went to the bar and within minutes he found a drink in his hands.
Now, he didn't like drinking, but he didn't mind taking a swig. Jeff had told him to have fun, so fun he will have. Suddenly he noted a girl watching him. The minute their eyes met the girl shyly looked down at her drink.
"Go get 'er, she's flirting with you." Matt turned his head to see Chris grinning.
"You think so?" he questioned.
"Of course!" Chris nodded. With this, Matt stood and walked toward her.
"Hi." he said. She looked up at him and smiled. "Mind if I sit down."
"Oh no, not at all." she said. He sat on the stool the minute she said that.
"I'm M--Jeff. I saw you watching me..or maybe you weren't. It kinda looked like it." he smiled nervously.
"I'm sorry..I didn't mean too..you're cute though." she grinned. He blushed slightly. A slow strong started playing and the girl studied him for a moment."Wanna dance?"
"Me? Dance?" he asked.
"No, the invisable guy in back of you." she said sarcastically.
"I can't dance though.." he said sheepishly.
"I'll teach you." she smiled and took his hand. He shrugged and let her drag her into the crowd. They started dancing, and Matt was pretty much stumbling along with this girl.
"It's OK." she smiled as she noted the worried creases on his face. "You're doing good." He smiled nervously.
"You never told me your name.." he pointed out as the song continued.
"Oh, my name's Kaylan." she smiled. Matt nodded and for once he realized he was actually having a bit of fun..
****
"And the final question, I'm sure every female fan of yours want to know, are you single?" she grinned.
"Yeah. Haven't found my special someone yet, you know?" he explained. She stopped the tape there, and smiled.
"Good, we're done." she nodded. "Thanks for takin' it easy on me, Matt. You're so much like your brother."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked.
"Good. Your brother is sweet." she smiled.
"You like him or something?" he pushed.
"I don't know, a little I guess." she admitted. "Well, I better be going. It was a pleasure talking to you." She shook his hand and soon was gone.
It was too quiet for Jeff. He would give anything to be partying. Not in this body, though. He PROMISED his brother he'd act like him. He sat back on the bed, turning on the TV. Already he had stripped off his shirt, which was way too hot for the room. Nothing but old reruns and a few news shows were on. Suddenly he remembered oddly where the laptop he and his brother always cartered around. Without a second thought he turned off the TV and hastily took out the little computer from their pile of junk. He hooked it up in less then 5 minutes and he waited impatiently as he connected to the internet. He decided, hey, no one had to know he was a wrestler. He did it like this all the time. It was an easy way to get feedback.
He noted he had mail and he quickly went to check it out. Maybe it was from his mom or dad? He hasn't called them in awhile--he figured he should soon, atleast when everything was not so mixed up anymore. He clicked the icon and his box appeared. It was mostly porn--he didn't like it, unlike some males--and he quickly deleted that one. He noted one that said READ and he was about to delete it when something made him stop. He had a feeling he "Dear Jeff.." he mumbled to himself as he read. "How's life fairing as Matt?" He blinked in shock at the one line. How did this person know? "As you can figure out, I did this to you two. You wished for it, after all, Jeff. Now you have to figure out how to change back. I'll give ya a tiny hint, though. You gotta learn something from it." The letter stopped there, nothing else was after it.
Jeff sat back on the chair he was sitting in. Lesson? He suddenly was aware his brother was standing in back of him. He jumped though, he wasn't expecting to see him looming over him.
"Matt, when did you get here?" he asked, surpised.
"Long enough to see the letter. What are we gonna do?" he asked. Jeff shrugged.
"Learn a lesson?" he suggested.
"No shit." Matt groaned. "But what lessons?"
"I have no clue..guess when we figure it out, we'll change bac--" he was stopped short when a message appeared on the screen.
"I see both of you are home, good." the IM said. "Don't bother typing back anything, this is purely for me talking. Both brothers watched as another one appeared. "You will be in your rightful bodies when you figure out what's been bothering the both of you."
"Huh?" Jeff inquired. "Who the hell is this person?"
"It doesn't matter who I am Jeff." the IM silenced him. Were they being watched? "Remember you two, I wouldn't tell people about this, you'll just end up being looked at as mentally unstable. Goodbye..for now."
The IM stopped there. Jeff watched the screen for a few minutes, not daring to speak. Someone did this to them. It was his fault. The person even said that. All because of a stupid jealous wish he was stuck in the totally wrong body.
"I'm sorry." he finally said. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"It's not your fault." Matt knew instantly what he was talking about. "I think this was meant to happen.." He was trying to cheer his brother up, of course. "I bet we'll learn the lessons real fast and we'll be in the right bodies in no time."
"I guess so. Well, I'm tired. Can you shut the laptop down for me?" Jeff asked. Matt nodded.
"Sure thing. Get some sleep. You need it in a serious way." he pointed out as he shooed his brother to the bed. "We gotta go on a plane to Dallas tomorrow early because we have to go to that signing at 6, so get a good night's worth, huh?" He was already back into his older brother type of mode. "Don't worry about it." Jeff frowned but he laid down anyway, too tired to argue or care that he was still being bossed around. Almost instantly he fell asleep when his head hit the pillow.
Matt watched his brother sleep for no more then a minute. That was obviously a trait of his brother's and not his..he could never fall asleep THAT fast. He paused then gentally bent over and kissed his cheek. Jeff mumbled something incoherent before falling silent again. He went to turn off the computer but looked at the IM once more.
"Lesson, huh?" he mumbled to himself as he signed off and began to shut the laptop down. "This isn't gonna be easy."
"Are you ready?" she questioned.
"Yep, totally." he nodded. She put on the recorder.
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Matt." she said as the tape began.
"Hey, you too. So, you're fresh meat in the WWF, huh?" he grinned.
"You could say that. Anyway, let's get on to these questions." she said.
"OK." Jeff nodded.
"Well first up, it's time to tell your story on how you got to the WWF." she smiled.
"Ah, well, it's not exactly a long story. Me and Jeff didn't like wrestling much 'till our teens..then we started what people call now as backyard wrestling with my friends. Man, that was a blast, we even taped some of 'um..anyway, so we meet this guy..Ken Morgan, and he built this slightly real ring. People knew what we were doing, so, lo and behold, we get invited to fairs and such to show off our skills. We met up with this indy wrestler, he invited us to an Italion Stallion show, where I ended up getting my ass kicked in. We were invited once more by this guy after awhile, and since he needed 2 guys, Jeff came along too. We fought with him awhile--until we found he was screwing us out of a ton of money. A bit later, WWF decided to sign us up. We went through the training camp--you know, the usual stuff--and finally got signed on." Jeff explained.
"That's quite a story." Miriam commented, jotting something down. "Alright, next question. You and Jeff are usually always together. Do you guys get along or does sibling rivalry come into play?"
"Well, me and Jeff have our little spats, but we've really never gotten so mad at each other that either of us would ever leave the other. We're too close to let too many fights get in the way." Jeff smiled--he didn't know if Matt thought the same way--but as much as Matt bossed him around, he was still his brother and he still loved him no matter what.
"That's sweet. And speaking of you and your brother, how are you two coping with the sudden success?" she asked.
"We love our fans. If it was only a handful of people that liked us, hell, we wouldn't care. We do this stuff for them--atleast I do. Even when I hurt like hell I go out there and grit my teeth for the fans." he answered.
"What kind of injuries have you sustained since you started out and which one was the most painful?" Miriam inquired.
"I had a whole mess of injures from a broken nose to a broken cheekbone to even broken fingers--they all hurt, but I guess the cheekbone was bad only because I had to be out for a little while. It's hard to say, though." he laughed. He knew this'd be easy to fake. He couldn't help but wonder how his brother was doing though...
***
"Haha, nice ta see you're up and movin, Jeffy." Chris laughed. Matt shifted uncomfortably, he didn't even really know Chris enough to really hang out with him. "Ah, you seem a little beaten up. You feeling OK?" he asked as he ushered him into the car.
"I'm cool." he said, trying to act atleast a bit like his younger brother--Jeff had told him to relax, and that's what he was aiming to be. Relaxed. A easy word to say but a hard word to act.
"That's good. Want to go to the usual club?" he questioned.
Club. With people. He was going to die. "Sure thing, let's get goin'." he forced himself to say. Be cool, just chill..Matt kept reminding himself this. He didn't know how long he was going to be Jeff. Suddenly the car lurched forward and Matt realized he was now in a car with Chris Irvine behind the wheel.
Not good. Matt wished he had something to grip on as they sped down the road. He drew in a breath and calmed down a bit, though they were still speeding down the road. Suddenly the car stopped, and Matt almost flew forward from his seat. He didn't, somehow. Sitting there, dazed, he was quickly ushered out of the car and before long he found himself in a particularly loud bar.
"Great place, huh?" Chris asked. Matt looked at him and nodded, though this wasn't exactly the best place in Matt's mind. They went to the bar and within minutes he found a drink in his hands.
Now, he didn't like drinking, but he didn't mind taking a swig. Jeff had told him to have fun, so fun he will have. Suddenly he noted a girl watching him. The minute their eyes met the girl shyly looked down at her drink.
"Go get 'er, she's flirting with you." Matt turned his head to see Chris grinning.
"You think so?" he questioned.
"Of course!" Chris nodded. With this, Matt stood and walked toward her.
"Hi." he said. She looked up at him and smiled. "Mind if I sit down."
"Oh no, not at all." she said. He sat on the stool the minute she said that.
"I'm M--Jeff. I saw you watching me..or maybe you weren't. It kinda looked like it." he smiled nervously.
"I'm sorry..I didn't mean too..you're cute though." she grinned. He blushed slightly. A slow strong started playing and the girl studied him for a moment."Wanna dance?"
"Me? Dance?" he asked.
"No, the invisable guy in back of you." she said sarcastically.
"I can't dance though.." he said sheepishly.
"I'll teach you." she smiled and took his hand. He shrugged and let her drag her into the crowd. They started dancing, and Matt was pretty much stumbling along with this girl.
"It's OK." she smiled as she noted the worried creases on his face. "You're doing good." He smiled nervously.
"You never told me your name.." he pointed out as the song continued.
"Oh, my name's Kaylan." she smiled. Matt nodded and for once he realized he was actually having a bit of fun..
****
"And the final question, I'm sure every female fan of yours want to know, are you single?" she grinned.
"Yeah. Haven't found my special someone yet, you know?" he explained. She stopped the tape there, and smiled.
"Good, we're done." she nodded. "Thanks for takin' it easy on me, Matt. You're so much like your brother."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked.
"Good. Your brother is sweet." she smiled.
"You like him or something?" he pushed.
"I don't know, a little I guess." she admitted. "Well, I better be going. It was a pleasure talking to you." She shook his hand and soon was gone.
It was too quiet for Jeff. He would give anything to be partying. Not in this body, though. He PROMISED his brother he'd act like him. He sat back on the bed, turning on the TV. Already he had stripped off his shirt, which was way too hot for the room. Nothing but old reruns and a few news shows were on. Suddenly he remembered oddly where the laptop he and his brother always cartered around. Without a second thought he turned off the TV and hastily took out the little computer from their pile of junk. He hooked it up in less then 5 minutes and he waited impatiently as he connected to the internet. He decided, hey, no one had to know he was a wrestler. He did it like this all the time. It was an easy way to get feedback.
He noted he had mail and he quickly went to check it out. Maybe it was from his mom or dad? He hasn't called them in awhile--he figured he should soon, atleast when everything was not so mixed up anymore. He clicked the icon and his box appeared. It was mostly porn--he didn't like it, unlike some males--and he quickly deleted that one. He noted one that said READ and he was about to delete it when something made him stop. He had a feeling he "Dear Jeff.." he mumbled to himself as he read. "How's life fairing as Matt?" He blinked in shock at the one line. How did this person know? "As you can figure out, I did this to you two. You wished for it, after all, Jeff. Now you have to figure out how to change back. I'll give ya a tiny hint, though. You gotta learn something from it." The letter stopped there, nothing else was after it.
Jeff sat back on the chair he was sitting in. Lesson? He suddenly was aware his brother was standing in back of him. He jumped though, he wasn't expecting to see him looming over him.
"Matt, when did you get here?" he asked, surpised.
"Long enough to see the letter. What are we gonna do?" he asked. Jeff shrugged.
"Learn a lesson?" he suggested.
"No shit." Matt groaned. "But what lessons?"
"I have no clue..guess when we figure it out, we'll change bac--" he was stopped short when a message appeared on the screen.
"I see both of you are home, good." the IM said. "Don't bother typing back anything, this is purely for me talking. Both brothers watched as another one appeared. "You will be in your rightful bodies when you figure out what's been bothering the both of you."
"Huh?" Jeff inquired. "Who the hell is this person?"
"It doesn't matter who I am Jeff." the IM silenced him. Were they being watched? "Remember you two, I wouldn't tell people about this, you'll just end up being looked at as mentally unstable. Goodbye..for now."
The IM stopped there. Jeff watched the screen for a few minutes, not daring to speak. Someone did this to them. It was his fault. The person even said that. All because of a stupid jealous wish he was stuck in the totally wrong body.
"I'm sorry." he finally said. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"It's not your fault." Matt knew instantly what he was talking about. "I think this was meant to happen.." He was trying to cheer his brother up, of course. "I bet we'll learn the lessons real fast and we'll be in the right bodies in no time."
"I guess so. Well, I'm tired. Can you shut the laptop down for me?" Jeff asked. Matt nodded.
"Sure thing. Get some sleep. You need it in a serious way." he pointed out as he shooed his brother to the bed. "We gotta go on a plane to Dallas tomorrow early because we have to go to that signing at 6, so get a good night's worth, huh?" He was already back into his older brother type of mode. "Don't worry about it." Jeff frowned but he laid down anyway, too tired to argue or care that he was still being bossed around. Almost instantly he fell asleep when his head hit the pillow.
Matt watched his brother sleep for no more then a minute. That was obviously a trait of his brother's and not his..he could never fall asleep THAT fast. He paused then gentally bent over and kissed his cheek. Jeff mumbled something incoherent before falling silent again. He went to turn off the computer but looked at the IM once more.
"Lesson, huh?" he mumbled to himself as he signed off and began to shut the laptop down. "This isn't gonna be easy."