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A/N: Hiyaa! So, sorry for the wait. It seems I have good and bad periods with this story... and I've been going through a bad period. BUT, have no fear, I have a chap-ear! (Chapter. :p) Uhm... it's not my best, but it is pretty funny towards the end... let me know what you think, I love reading reviews! Thankies! Check out littlerascalash's stories, she loves reviews, and if she's happy, that makes me happy, and therefore, I update quicker! :) So check them out, peeps. :) Now, enjoy this chapter. :D

Adam and Kyle slap hands, eyes gleaming in that evil way. "I have a plan," Adam whispers quickly, turning to his pals. "C'mon, we have work to do before the show."

The group follows Adam, trailing behind him like children, only to find themselves crashing into him when he stops short. "What the hell Adam?" Kyle shouts eyes raging.

"SHH!" Adam replies, sticking his head to a closed locker room door and putting his finger in the air.

"Maybe if I just sit her down and tell her that I took her phone… no, Shannon, you're an idiot, that's stupid. I should just sort of be cryptic about it… girls like that, right? Why the hell am I talking to myself?" Shannon Moore sighs loudly on the other side of the door. "I like her so much… and I keep screwing up. Now I've really screwed up, haven't I?"

Adam, Kyle, and Evita start giggling crazily, knowing the plan Adam was brewing was going to intensify. "He likes her!" Kyle giggles a sick smile on his face. "Can we say two way crush?"

Adam nods, grinning, eyes far away, full of evil. "Yes, exactly. Now, let's repay Matthew for his stupidity." He pauses, looking at Zach Ryder, Evita, and Kyle. Kyle has a very similar look to his face, Evita looks bored, and Zach looks nervous as hell. "Let's ruin another friendship, shall we?"

"No, you know what? I'm just going to tell her. Honesty is the best policy. Maybe she won't hate me. I'm a good guy… a little childish, but I'm a good guy. It was a joke; she has to understand, right? This may or may not ruin my life… hell, I'm Shannon Moore, what am I saying? I've done worse… now, now, I really need to stop talking to myself, before someone comes in and hears me…"

"Too late," Kyle says, laughing menacingly under his breath. "Adam, man, whatever you need to do this, I'm your guy." He rubs his hands together, looking at his girlfriend. "And Evita will help too."

"Evita will not!" she replies.

"Yes, hunny, you will." Kyle gives her a happy smile, brushing her hair out of her face. "You can kick some ass tonight and then ruin some ass too. It's what we do best, hunny."

Evita just sighs, before examining her manicure, while in the background, Ryder looks around nervously.

"This is going to be great," Adam tells them, smiling. "Okay, first, Ryder, go make sure the show starts at seven, and get us all some coffee from catering, we need fuel." He looks at the couple to his left, who look more like enemies than lovers. "And you two… just stand here and pretend your actually love each other."

"Yes sir," Kyle states. He seemed to be the guy who would kill himself if Adam asked him to. Can we say bottom feeder? Yep, pretty much.

Ryder on the other hand, looks down to the ground. "I don't want any part of this. Shannon and Matt are good guys… they didn't do anything to us."

Kyle and Adam scoff. "Yeah… right," Adam says, laughing. "Whatever. I don't need you anyway. Go frolic in some flowers. Kyle, Evita, and I will do all the work. You'll be sorry later on." With that, the remaining three laugh, and head in separate directions.

You'll be sorry later on… makes it's way through Ryder's mind, and he shivers. Would Adam do something to him too?

-Jeff's POV-

"Charity, come on, we can go find some of the girls now. Didn't you say you liked Lisa... Victoria?" I ask Charity, who is still gawking over Brian Kendrick, a fan-girl look in her gray eyes. She giggles, watching him walk off in front of her, eyes directly on his ass… how lovely. "Charity! Stop staring at his ass and let's go!" I laugh, pulling her away, as Beth laughs too, rolling her eyes.

"But he's so cuteeee!" she squeals, trying to turn around and look at the newly turned heel, and friend of mine. "I want to hug him again!"

"You can stalk him more later. Let's go!" I state, pulling her arm, and heading toward the divas locker-room. You know, it's funny… how open and giggly Charity's gotten after just meeting MVP, and Brian Kendrick. She's just trotting along now, a wide smile on her face.

I mean… it's not like I'd have it any other way… but it's still amusing, you know? The girl almost seems bi-polar… then again, if you just lost your brother, I'd assume you'd be too. I picture losing Matt, and see a lot of what Charity's been like, and probably, me, being a hell of a lot worse.

"Wait a second, did you say Victoria? OH MY GOD. No, she's my idol, I can't meet her! I look so stupid!" she screams suddenly, and pulls on my arm. "Jeff, no!" Beth is just laughing at both of us now, especially since she's actually broken my ground. I'm a freakin' pro-wrestler, and a five-two teenage girl just broke my ground. How fucking embarrassing. Charity lets out a string of words your grandmother would faint over, and then suddenly, drops my arm and stumbles backwards, leaving me to do the same.

"What the hell was that for?" I say, pretty much spitting out the words. Beth stifles a giggle, as someone puts their arm around me. Oh, Lisa. Hi Lisa. "Hey Lisa… just who I was looking for," I say, glaring at Charity. She's pretty much frozen, eyes locked on the ground, staring at a spec of dusk like it's gold.

It's funny how when she acts like a freakin' fan-girl its actually cute to Beth and I, while most of the time, fan-girls get annoying. Really annoying. But with Charity, I can't help but smile.

"Oh yeah? Well, what's up?" Lisa Marie Varon asks, looking at Charity, then giving her a once-over.

"Lisa, this is Charity. She's the winner of the hang with the Hardy Boyz contest. We're showing her around today, and figuring she'd like to meet her favorite diva." I know I'm embarrassing her, which makes it a little more amusing to me, and a whole lot more adorable to Lisa, who walks up and quickly extends her hand.

"Hey hun. I'm Victoria… Lisa, whatever you want to call me." She smiles at Beth, waving, then turns back to Charity. Slowly, she grabs her program, and sharpie, signing it. "You can talk to me," she states finally. "I don't bite."

"Don't believe her… she's a chronic liar," I state with a smile. Teasing is always fun.

"Oh Jeff, shut the fuck up!" Lisa laughs, and then covers her mouth. "I mean… fudge up. Fudge. I need to rid myself of my potty mouth. It's getting bad." Yeah, like that was going to work. If anyone other than me had a really dirty mouth, it was Lisa.

"Nice to meet you," Charity whispers smiling. "You're my favorite diva. I wish I had your talent in something so… cool." She wrinkles her nose, and shakes her head. "That sounded… dorky. But, hi…I'm Charity… which you know… okay, I'm shutting up now."

This time, everyone, even Charity laughs. "She can be a mark," Beth says with a smile. Her eyes gleam then, sparkling madly. The sparkle in her eyes was something that made me fall in love with the woman, and something that I was unable to say no to, damn those eyes. "But, we love her anyway." Charity blushes, looking to the floor, as Beth puts her arm around her waist and squeezes. "Very much."

Yeah, apparently some people agree with me that Edge is ... argh. :p Well, oh well. Thanks to my reviewers and readers, y'all keep me motivated to finish this. I've got a few Matt stories brewing in my head now too... lol. Well, read and review, and update I shall. :)