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A/N: Hey guys thanks so much for all the reviews! They mean the world. The following chapter is mainly for laughs as it was suggested to me and I liked the idea. I just want to give props to Kyle (CanadianWriter23) who gave me the idea and co-wrote parts of the chapter with me. Thanks Kyle! ;)

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-Matt's POV-

You know, it's sorta funny. I'm really enjoying reading some of these. Honestly? I don't know how we're gonna pick a winner. There is just so many people that really wrote something nice. I click on the next email after the third one I sent to the folder, out of the one hundred and ninety two I've read already, and nearly lose brain cells from trying to read it.

"0mqz!! Hii M+ nd J3ff! ii luvz u quyz 0o muchz! Ur s0o haaw+ and 3xiiii nd iid luvz +0 p3nd +h3 w33k wii+h u! ur uch mzziiin r03 m0d3 +0 m3…" I have to stop reading out loud after about two lines of it, as my brain is turning to mush. I want to laugh, but at the same time, I want to scream. How could someone honestly think they'd win with that?

It was horrible, too. It went on and on for almost a page.

I call Jeff and Shannon in here to read it, and Jeff walks away mumbling something about giving him a headache. Shannon eyes it, before stating, "Is that even English?"

I laugh lightly and pat Shannon on the shoulder. "The world may never know."

Dear Matt,

Like - Ohmigod! I can't believe you're having like the ultimate like fan contest. That is so like cool! I'm like the biggest Hardy Boyz fan like since I was like fourteen! You guys are like the coolest wrestlers like in the like world. Ohmigod; This contest is so like cool. I hope that I totally like win.

You guys better like pick me or I'll like stalk you. Hehe. Just kidding. Or, am I? ;)

"She scares me," Shannon says slowly after I read the like-filled entry next. We had pushed through about 500 emails in the past hour, sending about 4 to the finals.

"Don't worry, she scares me too," I say just as slowly. "Creepy," I declare, sending the email right to the deleted pile. We shuffle through another couple hundred, seeing nothing to spectacular.

"Okay," I whisper, shaking my head slowly, as I shudder, "this one takes the cake on the cake of creepy, Shan." Shannon reads it over and I see his eyes widen with each line he reads.

"That's fucking gross!" Shannon screams.

Why I should be the Hardyz contest winner:

I've been a fan of you guys since you debuted. You had such a new taste that I'd never seen before, it was so alluring. You make me want to touch my TV in ways that I never imagined possible. I loved how extreme you guys are, and how much you love the fans. I have everything currently available in the WWE shop of yours, and have Jeff's cardboard cut out next to my bed. You're so sexy, guys, and you make everyone want to be you. I attached a picture of me of last Halloween being Jeff. I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself, even though my boss, disagreed and fired me for ripping off my shirt in front of a customer. People just don't understand why you guys are my world, and why I watch wrestling. In my forty years of being alive and 35 watching wrestling that first showed up when I was a five-year-old boy, I have never felt such a close connection to two men. I hope you pick me,

Shawn Wishers, Texas.

The picture attached was scarier than the entry. This man looked like he never saw the light of day; his face was paler than snow, his glasses thick and square, resembling something from the 80s. He had bloodshot eyes, with a smirk of a smile, and he was overweight.

I love all my fans…I really do, but my God, this man, he was just freaky. "I'm tempted to pretend I never saw this," I whisper, blinking excessively at the image in front of me. "That's creepy on so many levels."

Shannon takes the computer, deletes the photo and email, and then shudders. "Let's forget this email ever came through," he says in a hushed tone, before laughing nervously. "I bet he's gay."

"Ya think?" I smack him beside the head and roll my eyes. "Duh, Shannon."

-Jeff's POV- (Next Day)

Matt's got me reading some of these, and actually, I'm enjoying it. I almost forgot how much the fans love us sometimes, and how much they love to show it. These people poured their heart and soul into these entries, they're deep.

One girl said we saved her from committing suicide. I add her to the list of finals. Another made her realize how much she was wasting her life away when she could be living her dream. There's a lot like that, but each one lifts my spirits a little higher. One boy wrote that we made him loose 100 extra pounds from seeing our hard work and dedication.

It's honestly humbling.

"Wow," I murmur, as I realize I've read over 1000 emails in two hours, and don't want to stop. I think I remember why I wanted this contest now. It's helping me forget. Its making me realize how much I love this job, how much I love the fans.

"Damn, you read a lot of them," Matt says as he enters the computer room, a sandwich on a plate. He hands it to me with a grateful smile. "Only two thousand to go."

"Yeah, the emails are fucking amazing, Matt," I say with a smile. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Matt rolls his eyes. "I did. Now, how about I take over for a bit," he says, pushing me off the seat, nearly making me drop the turkey sandwich. "I'll read for a while."

"Okay," I shrug, and wander off to see where Beth is.

-Shannon's POV-

I can't believe Matt and Jeff finished reading them. Over 10,000 emails and they read every single one of them. I feel dizzy just thinking about it. I'm sitting at Matt's computer right now, staring at all of them, then notice one that wasn't read. "Charity Burns," I read outloud, seeing the return address. "Why didn't they read yours?" Other than a couple other stray ones, hers was one that wasn't read.

I click open on it, and begin reading. "Wow," I murmur, running a free hand through my hair. "Hey Matt?" I call out. I hear him in the kitchen, talking to Beth. We were waiting for Jeff to bring home taco bell.

"What?" he calls back, peaking his head in. "What is it?"

"How come you didn't read this girl's?" I ask him, pointing to the email I had opened moments before and send a confused glance into Matt's face. "Her entry is amazing. She should win."

Matt shakes his head. "She was late. We said no late entries. Everyone but her and like five other people listened. Doesn't matter how good her entry is."

"Matt," I say seriously. "Read hers."

He shakes his head, a cold beer in his hand. "Nope. That's not fair to everyone else, Shannon." With that, he walks out of the room, and back into the kitchen.

Lucas trots his little doggie behind in as he leaves and sits down in front of me, tail wagging. "Your daddy never listens to me man," I mumble, patting the small white dog's head. He gives me a small bark in response, and his tail wags harder. "Ah, I knew you would always listen to me." I pick him up and put him on my lap. "C'mon, let's help this girl out." I click on her name and put her into the finalist's pile. There are about forty of those. "See, Lucas, that's just how we roll."

"Talking to animals, eh?" I hear Jeff say. "I always knew you'd go insane one day, boy." He walks by with two whole bags of food and then disappears. I can hear him chuckling as he continues into the kitchen.

"If he didn't have food that I'm about to eat in his hands right now, I'd pummel him," I say to Lucas as he barks and runs after the smell of beef. "Hey, wait for me!" I call out and run into the kitchen to be met with a get smell of taco bell!

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