Disclaimer: I only own Charity Burns and the other OCs. Any references concerning WWE wrestlers, WWE, songs etc all belong to their owners.

A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic on here. The summary is pretty much what the story is about. (And just fyi, the following blog is NOT a real blog. It is something I wrote for the story. Just so no one thinks the following is real.) Enjoy!

Hi guys and gals! Hope y'all are having a great week! I sure am. Anyway, I have come with important news for my internet amigos. Jeff, Beth, and I have talked it over, and as well with the officials of the WWE, and we're going to hold a contest, just for the Hardy Boyz fans! Now, now, this is going to be exciting. One lucky fan will have the opportunity to spend one week seeing what the life of the Hardy Boyz is like. Don't worry, this isn't a scam! You see, all you have to do is fill out a form and send it to an email address I'll provide in a minute, and write why you should win this contest! (Meaning, why are YOU such an amazing Hardyz fan?) Simple, right? Then, Jeff and I will read over all the contest entries, and pick our favorite entry. From there, the winner will be flown down to wonderful Cameron North Carolina to see how we really live!

Now, let's get the rules down. First, you must be at least 13 years of age. Sorry to the younger fans, we don't wanna be chasing little tikes around. LLC! Second, if you are under the age of eighteen, you must have a parent's permission, if you are contacted to be the lucky winner. Third, you must have legal proof that you are who you say you are. And lastly, a brief background of your criminal history will need to be provided. (Yes, I'm aware we sound crazy for asking for this, LLC!)

So, my amigos, let's get started!

This is the email address where you shall send your entries. Only one per person. DO NOT post your entry ON THIS BLOG. ALL ENTRIES MUST GO TO THE EMAIL ADDRESS FOR YOUR SAFETY, AND SO WE WILL READ YOUR ENTRY. Thanks!

Email address here.

First Name:

Last Name:

Address:

Contact Number (so we can call you if you've won):

Age:

Date of Birth:

Sex:

And please, for a more thorough look on all the rules and regulations of this contest, please read here: link here.

Well, that's it for now, my cyber amigos! Until next time, remember, LIVE IN THE MOMENT!

Matt

Quote of the Day – "Destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes." – Mr. Brightside, the Killers.

Sighing, I tap 'post blog' on my screen and wait for the comments to flood like they always do. Gotta love the fans, right? They keep me going; they get me excited when I feel like shit and don't wanna go out and wrestle that night. The screams of the kids, their parents, the teens, and whoever else is out in the audience, yes, they keep me going. And now, for one week, I was going to welcome one fan into my home, to spend the week with Jeff, Beth, and I.

Wasn't my idea, honestly. I'm a little worried about the crazed fans, to be exact. What if someone really makes a good entry, and we love it, and they turn out to be insane and kill all three of us? Jeff told me to live a little. I suppose I shall. Those MFers are gonna love this, right? I look at my screen again, and tap the refresh button. 32 new comments are on my blog, Tamran being one of the first. She likes the idea, but doesn't understand why she wasn't told about this…oops. Well, I'll have to call her later.

"Hey," I hear a familiar voice say, as they take a seat on a nearby on an empty crate Jeff got in the mail after the fire…it was packed with clothes, pictures, and other stuff before, and had found it's place in my computer room now. I see Beth's familiar smile as I turn. "You posted the blog yet?"

I nod in her direction. "Yep, just a few minutes ago. Already a ton of comments. I figure we'll be getting a ton of emails soon enough." I decide to check the email account then, and only find three new emails. One, from a girl named Tiffany, who just wrote all the necessary stuff and, "I'M YOUR BIGGGGGGESSST FANNN!!" Oh boy. The other, was some sort of…er, I'm not even sure what it was, but it was from a fan. The last, was from Tamran, pretending to be a ring-rat. I laugh at that one, and roll my eyes.

"I bet," she agrees, and slides closer. "Let me check Itchweeed's?" she asks, and I nod. "I wonder what people have to say this time…the support we've been getting is incredible even after all these months," she says happily, before logging out of my profile. I laugh and exit the room.

Jeff's on the couch in the living room, snoring away, with Lucas on his chest. I laugh at the sight, and make Lucas 'dance' on Jeff. As my dog jumps on his back legs, Jeff wakes with a start, and looks around. "Damn you." He gets up and chases after me, laughing. Lucas barks loudly, running after us too. I feel my legs caught from behind and Jeff tackles me to the ground, and we wrassle a bit.

It was good to see him happy-ish after the fire a few months ago back in March, even though it was June and he was back, sometimes, I see the dark and sadness return to his eyes. I don't like him like that. "Oww, you ass!" I yelp, as he bites me. "Since when does wrestling include biting?"

Jeff smirks as he gets up, taking Lucas with him. "Whatever, ass."

The next day, I check the email box again, and man, oh man, was it ever full. How were we ever going to read them all? Already, it said 210 new emails…damn. I figure we'll split the emails up when no more entries are allowed and you know, read them.

Shutting off the computer, I head into the kitchen to find Jeff and Beth arguing over what the new house they're building is gonna look like inside. Ignoring them, I grab a can of Dr. Pepper off the shelf and decide to go see what laundry I need for tomorrow's drive to Florida.

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That's it for now, read and review, please. I'll be trying to get more up every few days. Thanks!