A/N: This never happened. I repeat, this never happened! So. anyway, I'm
letting this be Jeff's part coz he's gonna wrestle with Chris Nowinski. Oh
yeah, and another thing, I noticed most fics have either Jeff Hardy as the
guy a girl falls in love with or vice versa. Do ya girls love him as much
as I do? Anyway, enjoy this fic, okay? It's about his match wit Nowinski.
I'm making my own version. so don't sue me!
"You sure you'd be ok for your match, Jeff?" Amy asked the rainbow-colored hair guy.
"I'm fine, Amy, I'll be fine," Jeff tried to reassure his brother's worried girlfriend.
"But your stomach." Amy tried to protest.
"Amy, I'll be just fine. I don't have to hurt myself," Jeff said sharply.
"Don't push your luck too far, Jeffy," an all too familiar voice said somewhere near his door. It was Naomi.
"What do you mean, Nami?" Amy asked.
"I wouldn't be too sure of being 'safe' if I were you, Jeffy. Nowinski's bent on beating you up even though Eric tried to talk him out of it. Better watch your back. Anyway, Eric employed me as your temporary bodyguard in case someone helps Nowinski.
"Bodyguard? Not his valet?" Amy blurted out. Naomi gave her a weird look.
"Oh. Don't worry, I won't do anything that would distract the referee and Nowinski can do something illegal." Naomi assured her.
"Oh Nami, not that I don't trust you or want Jeffrey to lose or win. But I don't want Nowinski to start beating Jeff's stomach," Amy shook her head. Instantly, Naomi bit her lip.
"It's perfectly all right, Nami. Don't worry, I'll live with this. I've gotten worse injuries than this. I'll be all right," Jeff seemed to know what Naomi was thinking and started to hold her hand, massaging her fingers lightly.
"But, I still feel guilty. I shouldn't have done that moonsault on you," Naomi's lip started trembling.
"Oh. Shush. Don't cry now. What I feel guilty about is that this stomach is trying to imply that you did it by still hurting itself," Jeff chuckled. Actually, his stomach didn't hurt him that much. Maybe he could wrestle well tonight.
"I'll leave you two alone with your problems now," Amy pretended to sigh but Jeff could catch her playful wink as she left the two of them alone.
"Are you sure you'll be all right?" Naomi asked after Amy had safely left. She took a seat beside Jeff on the bench.
"I'll be fine, baby. It doesn't hurt as much as you first left the bruise," Jeff assured her. Naomi shrieked.
"You mean I left a bruise!?" she shrieked, looking shocked.
"It's no big deal. You wanna see it?" Jeff hiked up his sleeveless T-shirt and unrolled the bandage. There was a bruise but not big enough to be called injury. "That's nasty. I can't believe I did this to you! I mean, before coming here, I always imagined how it'd be to beat up Jeff Hardy. I can't believe I actually bruised you!" Naomi exclaimed, getting a closer look.
"Oh yeah, that's a thing about you I don't know about, Nami. Tell me about your life before you came here," Jeff rolled back his bandage and pulled down his shirt. Naomi looked surprised but utterly happy.
"Okay. Well, I started watching wrestling when I was 13. I used to think that wrestling was a load of nonsense. But then, I accidentally turned on UPN and watched Hulk Hogan beat up someone. Until then, I was hooked! I had a reputation of being a tomboy back in my neighborhood. So, I had no problem starting 'early' training with the guys. But, no, I didn't get enough beating the hell outta them. They used to go home crying! When I turned 17, two years ago, I saw this ad that offered training in a wrestling training center. I signed up and with money my parents paid, I was able to enter the WWE if I turned 19. And here I am now," Naomi told her whole history to Jeff, who was interested.
"Wow. so who got you into this pink and blue highlights?" Jeff asked teasingly, tugging her highlighted hair lightly.
"Don't tell me you don't know! It was you! Last year, when I saw you wrestling with Matt, I noticed that you had highlighted, well not highlighted, but dyed hair. My parents wouldn't hear a thought of me with dyed pink or blue hair but they finally agreed that highlighted hair would be enough. I always admired you of your skills and I was excited that I was entering WWE RAW," Naomi launched into a full explanation. But it pleased Jeff that he got her to highlight her hair.
"And the tattoo?" he asked pointedly.
"You do have a lot questions, don't you?" Naomi laughed, "Well, my best friend thought that red snake would be original since most male wrestlers have dragons, which aren't original, but I loved snakes. And she designed this especially for me, spiraling up my arm. There's a larger version but I told her that she could do it later. I want another tattoo but I don't know what design I want," Naomi sighed at the end of her full-length experiences.
"Maybe I could give you some ideas," Jeff offered but he was interrupted as an intercom called for him.
"Oh shoot, my match is next. Wish me luck okay, Nami?" he asked, standing up. To his surprise, Naomi gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Go get 'em, tiger!" she winked. He blushed. He didn't expect a full surprise but it was always good.
"Hey Jeffy, what did ya and Nami did in there?" Andrew called down the hallway.
"None of your business, Martin!" Naomi retorted.
"Hey Naomi, can I see you in my office?" Eric asked.
"Sure Mr Bischoff! He wants to discuss about my interference. Catch ya later!" she added to Jeff and left.
Jeff stood behind the curtains ready to start when his entrance music started up. It did, after a few minutes' of wait. He came out from the curtains and did his specialty, his gunz. The crowd went wild and started cheering for him. Choruses of 'Jeff Hardy' could be heard throughout the crowd. It was good to have the feeling. Too bad he didn't have his special someone beside him. Well, it couldn't be that bad, Jeff thought as he slid into the ring and did the gunz on the turnbuckles. The crowd went totally wild for him.
"Entering the ring from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing 250 pounds, Jeff Hardy!!!"
The crowd went wild from cheering him badly. Choruses of 'We want Jeff' could be heard throughout the arena. There was a poster that said 'Jeff + Naomi = 2 Xtreme 4 Life'. It made him have a slight momentary chill run down his spine. If his special someone was here, it'd please her greatly and she'd laugh about it.
Nowinski's boring entrance music came up a few minutes later after Jeff's music had died down. Needless to say, there were boos from the crowd but little cheering.
"And his opponent, entering the ring, weighing 160 pounds, Christopher Nowinski!!!"
Heh, they hate him more. Jeff smirked as Nowinski climbed up the turnbuckle and did his thing. He's got an ego problem, this one, Jeff sneered.
The match started with Jeff and Chris circling the ring, trying to make a first move. Both came at the same time, grabbing each other's hair. Then, Chris started punching Jeff and kicking him. It hurt his stomach since the impact was taken there when Naomi moonsaulted him. Nowinski tried to drag him to the turnbuckle but Jeff decided that it was Nowinski's turn. Chris did hit the turnbuckle. hard and Jeff punched him. Revenge for the stuff he did earlier. Then, he decided to go for the three counts. 1-2-shoulder up! Damn Nowinski had gotten up!
"So, have you heard, Jim. That our newest Diva, namely Naomi Williams, has finally signed the contract to enter the WWE officially?" 'The King' asked his partner, Jim Ross.
"Really? I thought she was just a temporary replacement for Lita until she came back?" Jim answered.
"No, Vince McMahon decided that it was time for her to permanently join WWE even if Lita comes back next year," 'The King' said.
Jeff tried hard not to let himself get distracted by the two guys but he failed. He was too absorbed listening that he didn't notice Nowinski giving him his specialty. He fell, apparently too exhausted to stand anymore. He could vaguely see Al Snow trying to distract the referee and Nowinski doing some illegal moves on him.
"No! What is the referee doing? What is- Wait! What is Naomi Williams doing here?"
Jeff knew it was the cue for Naomi to take her turn at Nowinski. He heard the thud of someone falling down and the sound of something being thrown away. He could feel someone's hands touching his face and breathing heavily. His vision cleared and he could now see Naomi looking at him worriedly, her breaths coming in heavy pants.
"You okay, Jeffy?" she asked, her hands around his cheeks. Instantly, Jeff felt a little secure and a bit better just seeing Naomi comfort him. He got up and crawled to Nowinski. The Harvard graduate was unconscious from the hell of a beating Naomi must've given to him. Jeff tried the three counts. 1-2-3! He did it! He won!
(A/N: In the real match's case, Nowinski actually won. Al Snow helped by pulling Nowinski outta way the second Jeff landed the Swanton Bomb. Poor Jeff!)
WHAP! The sound of metal clashing with skin brought Jeff's attention outside the ring. To his utmost horror, Al Snow was standing over someone, Naomi, holding a steel chair and an angry look on his face. Jeff slowly crawled over to the ropes to see what had happened.
"Oh my! It looks like Al Snow is outraged that Naomi helped to knock Nowinski out cold and sought revenge!" Jim exclaimed excitedly. The last thing Jeff saw before hoisting himself onto the ropes. was his world spinning madly.
A/N: That was. long. Didn't expect that. It took me 4 pages of Microsoft Word to fit this in. Anyway, hope y'all liked it! And it's not too shabby! I think.
"You sure you'd be ok for your match, Jeff?" Amy asked the rainbow-colored hair guy.
"I'm fine, Amy, I'll be fine," Jeff tried to reassure his brother's worried girlfriend.
"But your stomach." Amy tried to protest.
"Amy, I'll be just fine. I don't have to hurt myself," Jeff said sharply.
"Don't push your luck too far, Jeffy," an all too familiar voice said somewhere near his door. It was Naomi.
"What do you mean, Nami?" Amy asked.
"I wouldn't be too sure of being 'safe' if I were you, Jeffy. Nowinski's bent on beating you up even though Eric tried to talk him out of it. Better watch your back. Anyway, Eric employed me as your temporary bodyguard in case someone helps Nowinski.
"Bodyguard? Not his valet?" Amy blurted out. Naomi gave her a weird look.
"Oh. Don't worry, I won't do anything that would distract the referee and Nowinski can do something illegal." Naomi assured her.
"Oh Nami, not that I don't trust you or want Jeffrey to lose or win. But I don't want Nowinski to start beating Jeff's stomach," Amy shook her head. Instantly, Naomi bit her lip.
"It's perfectly all right, Nami. Don't worry, I'll live with this. I've gotten worse injuries than this. I'll be all right," Jeff seemed to know what Naomi was thinking and started to hold her hand, massaging her fingers lightly.
"But, I still feel guilty. I shouldn't have done that moonsault on you," Naomi's lip started trembling.
"Oh. Shush. Don't cry now. What I feel guilty about is that this stomach is trying to imply that you did it by still hurting itself," Jeff chuckled. Actually, his stomach didn't hurt him that much. Maybe he could wrestle well tonight.
"I'll leave you two alone with your problems now," Amy pretended to sigh but Jeff could catch her playful wink as she left the two of them alone.
"Are you sure you'll be all right?" Naomi asked after Amy had safely left. She took a seat beside Jeff on the bench.
"I'll be fine, baby. It doesn't hurt as much as you first left the bruise," Jeff assured her. Naomi shrieked.
"You mean I left a bruise!?" she shrieked, looking shocked.
"It's no big deal. You wanna see it?" Jeff hiked up his sleeveless T-shirt and unrolled the bandage. There was a bruise but not big enough to be called injury. "That's nasty. I can't believe I did this to you! I mean, before coming here, I always imagined how it'd be to beat up Jeff Hardy. I can't believe I actually bruised you!" Naomi exclaimed, getting a closer look.
"Oh yeah, that's a thing about you I don't know about, Nami. Tell me about your life before you came here," Jeff rolled back his bandage and pulled down his shirt. Naomi looked surprised but utterly happy.
"Okay. Well, I started watching wrestling when I was 13. I used to think that wrestling was a load of nonsense. But then, I accidentally turned on UPN and watched Hulk Hogan beat up someone. Until then, I was hooked! I had a reputation of being a tomboy back in my neighborhood. So, I had no problem starting 'early' training with the guys. But, no, I didn't get enough beating the hell outta them. They used to go home crying! When I turned 17, two years ago, I saw this ad that offered training in a wrestling training center. I signed up and with money my parents paid, I was able to enter the WWE if I turned 19. And here I am now," Naomi told her whole history to Jeff, who was interested.
"Wow. so who got you into this pink and blue highlights?" Jeff asked teasingly, tugging her highlighted hair lightly.
"Don't tell me you don't know! It was you! Last year, when I saw you wrestling with Matt, I noticed that you had highlighted, well not highlighted, but dyed hair. My parents wouldn't hear a thought of me with dyed pink or blue hair but they finally agreed that highlighted hair would be enough. I always admired you of your skills and I was excited that I was entering WWE RAW," Naomi launched into a full explanation. But it pleased Jeff that he got her to highlight her hair.
"And the tattoo?" he asked pointedly.
"You do have a lot questions, don't you?" Naomi laughed, "Well, my best friend thought that red snake would be original since most male wrestlers have dragons, which aren't original, but I loved snakes. And she designed this especially for me, spiraling up my arm. There's a larger version but I told her that she could do it later. I want another tattoo but I don't know what design I want," Naomi sighed at the end of her full-length experiences.
"Maybe I could give you some ideas," Jeff offered but he was interrupted as an intercom called for him.
"Oh shoot, my match is next. Wish me luck okay, Nami?" he asked, standing up. To his surprise, Naomi gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Go get 'em, tiger!" she winked. He blushed. He didn't expect a full surprise but it was always good.
"Hey Jeffy, what did ya and Nami did in there?" Andrew called down the hallway.
"None of your business, Martin!" Naomi retorted.
"Hey Naomi, can I see you in my office?" Eric asked.
"Sure Mr Bischoff! He wants to discuss about my interference. Catch ya later!" she added to Jeff and left.
Jeff stood behind the curtains ready to start when his entrance music started up. It did, after a few minutes' of wait. He came out from the curtains and did his specialty, his gunz. The crowd went wild and started cheering for him. Choruses of 'Jeff Hardy' could be heard throughout the crowd. It was good to have the feeling. Too bad he didn't have his special someone beside him. Well, it couldn't be that bad, Jeff thought as he slid into the ring and did the gunz on the turnbuckles. The crowd went totally wild for him.
"Entering the ring from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing 250 pounds, Jeff Hardy!!!"
The crowd went wild from cheering him badly. Choruses of 'We want Jeff' could be heard throughout the arena. There was a poster that said 'Jeff + Naomi = 2 Xtreme 4 Life'. It made him have a slight momentary chill run down his spine. If his special someone was here, it'd please her greatly and she'd laugh about it.
Nowinski's boring entrance music came up a few minutes later after Jeff's music had died down. Needless to say, there were boos from the crowd but little cheering.
"And his opponent, entering the ring, weighing 160 pounds, Christopher Nowinski!!!"
Heh, they hate him more. Jeff smirked as Nowinski climbed up the turnbuckle and did his thing. He's got an ego problem, this one, Jeff sneered.
The match started with Jeff and Chris circling the ring, trying to make a first move. Both came at the same time, grabbing each other's hair. Then, Chris started punching Jeff and kicking him. It hurt his stomach since the impact was taken there when Naomi moonsaulted him. Nowinski tried to drag him to the turnbuckle but Jeff decided that it was Nowinski's turn. Chris did hit the turnbuckle. hard and Jeff punched him. Revenge for the stuff he did earlier. Then, he decided to go for the three counts. 1-2-shoulder up! Damn Nowinski had gotten up!
"So, have you heard, Jim. That our newest Diva, namely Naomi Williams, has finally signed the contract to enter the WWE officially?" 'The King' asked his partner, Jim Ross.
"Really? I thought she was just a temporary replacement for Lita until she came back?" Jim answered.
"No, Vince McMahon decided that it was time for her to permanently join WWE even if Lita comes back next year," 'The King' said.
Jeff tried hard not to let himself get distracted by the two guys but he failed. He was too absorbed listening that he didn't notice Nowinski giving him his specialty. He fell, apparently too exhausted to stand anymore. He could vaguely see Al Snow trying to distract the referee and Nowinski doing some illegal moves on him.
"No! What is the referee doing? What is- Wait! What is Naomi Williams doing here?"
Jeff knew it was the cue for Naomi to take her turn at Nowinski. He heard the thud of someone falling down and the sound of something being thrown away. He could feel someone's hands touching his face and breathing heavily. His vision cleared and he could now see Naomi looking at him worriedly, her breaths coming in heavy pants.
"You okay, Jeffy?" she asked, her hands around his cheeks. Instantly, Jeff felt a little secure and a bit better just seeing Naomi comfort him. He got up and crawled to Nowinski. The Harvard graduate was unconscious from the hell of a beating Naomi must've given to him. Jeff tried the three counts. 1-2-3! He did it! He won!
(A/N: In the real match's case, Nowinski actually won. Al Snow helped by pulling Nowinski outta way the second Jeff landed the Swanton Bomb. Poor Jeff!)
WHAP! The sound of metal clashing with skin brought Jeff's attention outside the ring. To his utmost horror, Al Snow was standing over someone, Naomi, holding a steel chair and an angry look on his face. Jeff slowly crawled over to the ropes to see what had happened.
"Oh my! It looks like Al Snow is outraged that Naomi helped to knock Nowinski out cold and sought revenge!" Jim exclaimed excitedly. The last thing Jeff saw before hoisting himself onto the ropes. was his world spinning madly.
A/N: That was. long. Didn't expect that. It took me 4 pages of Microsoft Word to fit this in. Anyway, hope y'all liked it! And it's not too shabby! I think.