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About A Girl

Chapter 3: Be Aggressive

-One Week Later: Smackdown-

-Lavanya's POV-

I licked my lips when I spotted the blue and blonde hair of Jeff Hardy, milling around backstage aimlessly. I could see the white cords from his iPod headphones were in his ears as he bobbed his head slightly to whatever music he was listening to.

Sneaking up behind him, I pulled the buds from his ears, startling him and making him jump around to face me. "Boo," I grinned, handing his headphones back to him once he realized it was just me messing around with him.

"Hey Anya." I couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at me. It was the way a lot of guys looked at me. There was want in his exotic green eyes which only made me confused. How could Jeff possibly want me even though it was common knowledge I was his brother's favorite pastime.

I wasn't just seeing things though. I wasn't making it up. It was there. It was a look I could recognize from a mile away; the way his eyes scanned my body carefully; the way his tongue wet his dried lips; the stiff mannerisms.

Jeff was a gorgeous man, both inside and out. But I just can't imagine he'd be interested. Then again, despite how nice Jeff has always seemed to me, he is a guy. And guys all have the same, relentless itch they need scratched. "We're headin' over to Hawaii soon. You excited?"

My eyes brightened, the previous analyzing of Jeff no longer my main focus. "Yes! It's going to be so nice to go home for once." I hardly ever got to actually go home to Hawaii. I only ever went home there if I was on the west coast or if I had at least four days off; otherwise it was just a hassle. I had a place in New York, but it just wasn't the same.

"Yeah, we have a few days off after that show. I think I'm gonna stay in Honolulu for that vacation," Jeff told me, nodding his head. "I've never really gotten a chance to look around there the few times I've been."

My mind sparked a little, this spec of interest I had in this interest Jeff seemed to have in me taking over. I might be flirting with disaster here, literally, but Jeff is a hell of an attractive guy, and if he is indeed interested, so am I. "Oh, I live on Maui. Different islands." I pouted slightly before my expression brightened as if I'd just been struck with an idea. "Maui's just as nice though. Nicer maybe. You could stay with me of you want. I could... show you around?"

Before Jeff could conclusively answer me though, I was distracted.

"And if Anya wasn't so busy making her rounds at the hotel every night, maybe then I'd see her as a threat." My conversation with Jeff went silent as I overheard the interview Michelle McCool was doing with Josh Matthews.

That bitch!

I marched right over to them, shoving Michelle back by her chest as soon as I reached her. I could hear the cheers for me even backstage as the camera panned in on Michelle and I in each other's faces before she got arrogant and slapped me hard on the cheek.

That only gave me the initiative I needed to tackle her to the ground, holding her hair firmly as I punched at her head. She scratched at my skin and ripped at my own hair, throwing me off her for a second before she tried to regain her composure. But I was fired up. I pounced back on her and just pummeled before I was ripped off. By a much stronger grip and saw Michelle being held down by a security guard and Billy Kidman.

I struggled against the arms holding me back, noticing the black nail polish, making it obvious that the person restraining me was Jeff. I calmed down a little bit, settling for screaming obscenities at the tall blonde. After all, I didn't want to inadvertently hurt Jeff while I was thrashing around. I was lucky enough he'd decided to talk to me again in the first place.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! What the hell is going on here?" Chavo escorted Vickie over to the commotion McCool and I had caused. Great, just what I need.

Michelle and I have been in trouble for fighting backstage on more than one occasion. The two of us haven't gotten along since day one. She knows I have a short fuse and uses it to her advantage every chance she gets. I think she wants to get me fired for breeching the contract I signed, just like every other superstar, that promises to keep all physical altercations within the wrestling ring. Of course, that is broken by everyone and their mom. "If you two want to fight, you can take it out to the ring. Your match is next. I have more important things to deal with!" Vickie turned to leave, but then turned back. "Oh, and it's a street fight."

That was perfectly fine with me. I glared over my shoulder as Jeff walked me away from where Michelle was, my body moving stiffly in slight protest to not being able to beat the hell out of her.

"Anya, relax. Save it for the ring sugar," he tried settling me. He swung the door to his locker room open and led me inside, closing the door behind me while I huffed and started swearing about Michelle.

"It's none of that bitch's business what I do outside of the ring. Who the fuck does she think she is?!" I seethed.

"Anya, you better calm down or you're not gonna have your head on straight for that match. C'mon now! You can beat Michelle in a street fight! That's your specialty! She'll get hers in the match." Jeff's words were all true. I was the most hardcore, weapon savvy Diva in the WWE. Street fights and extreme rules; they were the matches I was made to be in.

I took a deep, calming breath and closed my eyes for a second, counting to five as I settled down. "Better?" He was watching me, brows raised.

I cracked a slight smile, thinking about who was standing before me, telling me to calm down. "You're one to be calming people down Jeff. I've seen you snap on numerous occasions," I shot at him, but there was harmless humor in my voice and expression, which he clearly detected.

"Oh yeah, bring all that up. Thanks." Flirtatiously I shoved his shoulder, then leaned into him closer. I knew how to play the cards I was dealt, and Jeff pretty much threw me a full house with all his reactions.

Part of me feels a little bad. I mean, he knows I sleep with Matt though, so I shouldn't. It's not like I'm hiding it from him. If he still chooses to flirt with me, that's on him. For a second, things became quiet.

"So, about Hawaii," Jeff brought up, rekindling the conversation we'd been having earlier. "I'd love to head to Maui with ya after the show next month."

I smirked a little, leaning forward. "Kiss on it!" before Jeff could react, I pressed my lips into his quickly before backing off and over to the door. "I have to go out to my match. I'll see you around."

Always leave them wanting more Anya.

The look in his eyes was delectable. He just looked so shocked, like a schoolboy who'd just gotten his first kiss. He was so different from his brother; I could tell in that moment. Matt was so dominant, almost carelessly so. He liked to throw me around, use me relentlessly. He didn't care who knew or who heard.

With that one, slight contact I had with Jeff's lips, as playful as it had seemed, I was instantly intrigued. God, I wanted to test him so badly from that one, single peck. I could imagine how it would be with Jeff. Careful and strong at the same time. Erotic and passionate. Jeff was so intensely unique and I don't know why I'd never gone for it before.

I certainly had my own little plans for Maui.

But time to concentrate on knocking that bitch Michelle down a peg or two.

She was already out there; I could hear her music playing. I wanted to beat the shit out of her for saying something like that about me. I can have my cake and eat it too. It doesn't matter who I fuck, and how often, the fact of the matter is, she'll never be as good in the ring as me.

'Be Aggressive' pumped through the arena and I made my way onto the stage, face set in stone as I ran straight for the ring, the crowd screaming for me, completely on my side as usual.

As soon as I slid into the ring, I grabbed Michelle by the hair, pulling back and landing her flat on her ass. I then dropkicked her in the face so she fell onto her back before dropping an elbow into her chest hard.

She gasped for breath, and I took this time to jump out of the ring and look underneath, throwing a trashcan, a street sign, a kendo stick, a fire extinguisher and a wooden bat into the ring.

Climbing back in, I noticed Michelle getting to her feet, reaching for the kendo stick, but I cut her off, stomping her side until she was grasping it in pain. I was on fire and I didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

It was just a complete and brutal beatdown. I used every weapon that was available, slacking her in the forehead with the street sign, cracking the kendo stick across her back, punching the bat into her guy, slamming the trashcan over her head.

I escaped the ring again, crawling all the way under only to emerge with a table, which I set up outside the ring while the crowd cheered me on. Michelle was dazed beyond repair, trying hard to push herself up from her stomach, but before she could, I was back on her, my fist colliding with the back of her head.

Picking her up, I grabbed her by the tights and the hair and threw her out of the ring onto the mats below, then followed right after much more gracefully. I used the barricade to my advantage, cracking her head against it twice before we were close enough to the table for my satisfaction.

I rolled her onto it, climbing up myself and using her hair to drag her to her feet. The cheers were deafening as we both stood atop the table, Michelle completely submitted to her demise at this point.

At this point, I did something I'd always wanted to do. I set her up for the Faithbreaker; her own finishing move and BAM! She was face first into the table, breaking it. I wasn't completely unharmed, but I sucked it up and hooked her leg, picking up the three count without any more effort.

Eat that, bitch!