"All right, that's it! Keep going, Nami!" Naomi could hear her coach yelling at her to keep on running till she would fucking die. She was dressed in shorts and tank top, complete with headbands and wristbands. Her pink and blue highlighted auburn hair was tied into a ponytail for her workout.

"Okay, move on to the weights, girl!" Steve Blackman, her strict coach, ordered.

Naomi jogged over to the weights and started to work on them. She was a strong girl but she had really strong muscles. Of course, her body was still of a woman. It was just that her tough personality was hard for her to see herself as a woman.

". 48. 49. 50." Naomi panted as she put the weights back in their places, exhausted.

"Great job! Take 5, Nami," Steve handed her a small towel and a water bottle. Naomi gratefully drank all the contents, finishing half the water.

Then, her sharp eye caught the sight of a familiar guy walking into the gym. Instantly, it hit her.

"Hey Jeff!" she called to the blue and green highlighted blur that was Jeff Hardy.

Jeff looked at her and waved back, walking in her direction.

"Hi Nami, working out, are you? Who's this?" Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve. Naomi looked at Steve, who had the same expression on his handsome face.

"Jeff, meet Steve Blackman, my coach. Steve, meet Jeff Hardy, a fellow wrestler," Naomi introduced them to each other.

"Nice to meet ya," both men said together, nodding. Naomi suddenly had a devilish idea.

"Hey Jeff, why don't you warm up a little and then, let's see if I can beat you," Naomi said sweetly. Jeff looked ultimately surprised.

"Wha-? You can't be serious!" Jeff exclaimed. Steve looked disapproving. Naomi ignored the surprised look.

"I am serious, Jeff. What about it? A friendly match, just you and me? Or are you too chicken to take on a girl like me?" Naomi challenged a glint in her blue eyes.

"No. not at all, Nami, but don't expect me to show any slight mercy," Jeff retorted and started stretching.

"Oh not at all, Hardy. Remember, it'll be my loss if I lose," Naomi shook her head.

"Nami. are you sure about this?" Steve asked worriedly. Naomi threw him a look that said 'Sometimes-you-worry-too-much'.

"Steve, please don't butt in," Naomi said coolly. At that moment, Trish Stratigias walked in, wearing a really comfortable workout clothes.

"Hey Trish! Over here!" Naomi called to the attractive blond. Trish waved back at Naomi and jogged over.

"Hey Nami, Jeff. Ooh, Nami, who's your friend?" Trish asked, looking at Steve with interest.

"The name's Steve Blackman, Ma'am," Steve voiced out before Naomi could even open her mouth.

Hmm. looks like Trish has made quite an impression on ol' Steve, Naomi thought, looking at Trish, then Steve. Still, Steve was handsome. He has really nice dark hair and green eyes that any girl, except Naomi, could fall in love with. Jeff nudged Naomi to tell that he was ready.

"Okay, let's go, Jeff," Naomi said, leaving Trish and Steve.

"Oh wait, guys, where are you two going?" Trish asked.

"We're gonna have a friendly match, Trish. Wanna watch it?" Naomi replied, giving Steve her bottle and towel.

"Okay, I'll watch. Sounds fun!" Trish brightened up and followed Jeff and Naomi.

"C'mon, Steve, let's go," Naomi dragged her drooling coach to the practice ring. Jeff was already there, waiting for her.

Naomi climbed into the ring and paced around, trying to get a hang of the ring. Jeff stepped forward to start his first move. Trish was to be the referee for the whole thing.

"Let's get it on!" Trish exclaimed happily.

Jeff grabbed Naomi first in a fierce headlock. Then, she slapped his hand away and punched his face. It was rough and hard since Jeff stumbled far. Naomi advanced on him and kicked his stomach, causing him to double over. She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down, causing his face to connect with the ground. Knowing that she had the upper hand, Naomi dragged him to a corner but Jeff reversed it, dragging her to the corner. Her back contacted with the corner and she winced in pain. Jeff ran towards her and got ready to kick her. He managed to kick her and she fell to the ground. He did the three count. 1-2-shoulder up! Naomi refused to give up.

After a couple more kicks and punches, the two of them were tired and onlookers were cheering. Finally, Naomi managed to drag Jeff to a corner where she could do something to him. She climbed up to the top rope and steadied herself. She launched herself backwards forming a perfect moonsault! She could feel Jeff shudder slightly beneath her and did the three count. Trish did the tapping. 1-2-3! Naomi had won!

"I did it!" Naomi squealed happily. Despite her tiredness, she still helped Jeff up and toddled him to the medical room. Everyone, who was watching, cheered as the two walked back to the building.

"Omigod! Nami, what happened to Jeff?" Amy shrieked.

"Nami challenged Jeff to a friendly match and this is what is left of our extreme hero," Trish piped in. Amy burst out laughing.

"You can't be serious! What did Nami do to finish him?" Amy gasped out.

"A perfect moonsault. It was incredible! But at least Jeff could do his Swanton Bomb before Nami finished him," Trish giggled.

"Yeah, yeah, it wasn't funny back there. She almost murdered me!" Jeff groaned in pain.

"Oh all right, let's get ya some medical attention," Naomi sighed and continued her way, waving to Amy.

"See ya later, Amy!" Trish said cheerfully and followed Naomi.

A/N: Okay, this is Naomi's part. Expect more. Please review! I might not be updating for quite a while.