Disclaimer: I don't own anything that was familiar to you before you read this story. They belong to their owners. I don't own 'Kyle.' He is a friend of mine who asked to be in the story. He belongs to himself.
A/N: Glad to see everyone's enjoying the story. :) Edge's actions in this chapter are not really how I feel about him, but I love reading in stories where he is a jerk, so I made him one in mine. The ending of this chapter starts the beginning of some funny stuff for the next chapter. Enjoy. :)
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Hola, Amigos! The contest is officially over! Now, Jeff, Beth and I are going to go over the entries and see if we can find ourselves a lucky winner. Keep your phones handy, the winner should be contacted within the next few days! Be well, my amigos.
Matt
-Charity's POV-
I let my fingers guide my writing as I explain why I decide I deserve to be the winner of the Hardyz contest. Breathing deeply, I finish with triumph and re-read what I wrote. It sounds good to me, it's honest and deep. I'm not the type of girl that would just bullshit something and says it's the truth. When it comes to writing? You get the truth.
Finally, after admiring my work for the next five minutes, I log into my Yahoo! Account and send the email to the email Matt's provided. I smile as I log into myspace, only to see an update from Matt. The contest was over. What? I check the time, and nearly pass out. The time is 12 am EST and the entries had to be in by 11.
Fuck.
As much as it had pained me to decide to enter the contest, now that I have no entry that counts, I find myself breaking down into heavy and soaked tears. They cascade down my face as I start to realize how much the contest really meant to me. Not only for me, but for Penn, who wouldn't get to be there.
I had convinced myself, if I was going to enter, I'd do it for Penn's sake, because he too was a Hardyz fan, though he was stuck in that stupid hospital room. What was I going to do now? What would I tell Penn? I sighed loudly before allowing my head to meet my keyboard.
-Shannon's POV-
Matt's out in the ring having a match with Alvin at the moment, which I'm sort of watching. I'm so bored without anything to do, but watch as everyone around me heads off to the gorilla for their matches, championship belts and all. No, Jimmy had to go get suspended. Dumbass.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for my next jobbing match. I'm sick of jobbing.
Something catches my attention though, that I can't help but notice. It's coming from down the hall. Adam? I ask myself hearing the Rated R Superstar's voice floating its way down the hallway.
"It's stupid," he mumbles, digging his feet into the ground, talking to Brian Myers who looks more bored than me at the moment and that new kid that just got hired. I find it odd that Adam's talking so loud, everyone can hear him. "Why hold a contest that pretty much invites a fucking a ring-rat into your house?"
"Exactly!" Kyle somethingornother the new superstar, also a friend of Adam's pipes in, rolling his eyes.
I move closer to the door to listen. "Well, I…uh, don't think…uh, that Matt or Jeff is honestly gonna pick a ring-rat, Adam, I mean…," Brian's says, struggling for words. He seems uncomfortable as I peek out again.
"Yeah, sure. It's a stupid contest and stupid idea. Figures that Matt would think of something like that," Adam says in a lower voice, shaking his head, with an evil laugh. The past flashes through my mind and I had the urge to go give Adam a piece of my mind, but I stop before I do lash out. I figured everyone was over the past for God's sake!
And plus, Jeff came up with the idea too, shows how much he knows.
"Yeah, Matt would think of something like that," Kyle answers, pulling on the t-shirt he's wearing. How would that kid know? He just got signed! And rumor has it, Adam took part it that. He laughs evilly, and then mocks Matt by saying 'go, go, go' and holding up a V1 sign. Well, aren't we mature…I laugh quietly as the subject changes from the contest Matt and Jeff are holding to the night's storyline between Vickie and Adam. Aren't they pathetic, they're lucky no one heard them talking…heh.
Matt comes back moments later, an amused smile covering the lower half of his face. I don't bother to ask why he's smiling, but I figure he'll tell me when he's done changing. "Hey, Shan, you won't believe who had the nerve to come up to me!" I nod for him to go on. "Adam." I feel the nerves in my back tense, and I fear a rant of Matt's. "He loves the idea of the contest and says he just might try it himself."
I burst into a fit of laughter, and roll my eyes at Matt. "He totally just scammed you. He was just bad mouthing ya to Brian Myers and that Kyle kid!"
Matt grumbles. "Seriously?" I nod. "I should have known…its Adam."
"Adam," I repeat, for the hell of it and sit back down on the bench, looking at my watch. It's nearly ten, and Smackdown! is wrapping up. "So, Vince seriously gave you the week off for this? You and Jeff?" Matt nods. "I can't believe it."
"Something about good business," Matt mumbles, clearly still pissed about Adam. I smirk as he grabs his duffel bag. "C'mon, ready go to back to the hotel?"
I nod my head a little too eagerly and grin. Matt bursts into his own fit of laughter this time, before patting me on the back and telling me to get my stuff. "Kay," I take my turn to grumble and follow Matt out the locker-room door.
-Jeff's POV-
"There is no way in hell I am reading two thousand five hundred emails in the next three days," I sputter as I stare at Matt's computer screen. Over 10, 10000 emails came in, TEN THOUSAND. I'm shocked, but at the same time, I thought they'd be more, honestly.
Shannon's gonna help us apparently, but we don't need fucking help, we need a read-me. There is no way I'm reading that many emails. Why the hell did I suggest this again? I ask myself as I hear Matt sigh.
"Jeff stop complaining and get reading," he says in a huff then turns to me. "Besides, half of these aren't even worth a winning spot. If you find one that you like, mark it and sent it to the folder I created and we'll—"
"How the fuck do I do that?" I ask him.
Matt sighs, which is starting to get onto my nerves. He shows me and then turns to me. "I'll start, here, look. The first email was sent way back on the first day. Read it," he says the last part suddenly.
I glare at him. "Why?"
"Just do it," he says with a smile. "And you'll see what I mean."
Before he socks me on the back of the head, I lean toward the screen. "Hi, I'm your biggest fan! That's pretty much why I should win. OMG JEFF IS SO HOT! His eyes are so green and I can't believe how awesome he is! You know, I know someone with the same color eyes! Except he's not as hot! Actually, he's my grandpa, SO EWWWWW. It's cool though! Well, pick me!! Kelly Ann Nicks." I smirk. "Aw, she loves me. I like her, let's send her here."
Matt does backhand the side of my head this time. "Just because you don't wanna take this seriously now, doesn't mean I'm not, jackass." I have to smirk because I'm making him mad. "Go. I'll read for a while. Go make sure Shannon's not off destroying my house!"
I laugh and agree just to get away.
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