Kid Sister

Author: Famous1064
Summary: a WWF/WWE fan fic centered around Kane/The Hardyz/ Sara and Taker. Two original main characters. Will be a 3 part series in the end
Rating: Pg-13/Rfor Language/some nudity and sexual themes
Distribution: Anywhere I guess just tell me.
Disclaimer: All WWF/WWE Character names are owned by The Great and Powerful God known to us lowly mortals as Vinnie-Mac. All the real names, I guess are owned by the people themselves (Including Glen Jacobs, Mark and Sara Callaway ETC) (and yes its Spelled G-L-E-N). Jess Morgan aka Jealousy is owned by my good friend Taker's Jealousy (used by permission because she's my beta reader/co-conspirator/ idea generator and practically my sister.) Other People Own the Songs. One Song (Get Naked) is Explicit Lyrics. So I'm rating this thing R/PG13. I own Faith Hardy, and Intergalactic Gypsy (its just a name I made up if it is really your horses or dogs or Great-aunt's brother's kid's goldfish's name think of it's a compliment. If its your name I'm sorry) Maurisa I guess is mine and since no one has a clue what Glenn's REAL LIFE woman's name is, If Maurisa is you're name IM SORRY (for the fact I'm getting Real prophetic!) Kerry Dustin and Trey are friends of mine with Different names. Jeff Hardy owns Liger. Tony Orlando owns Orlando's (Actual Club I happen to frequent in Olathe, Ks) Dedicated to all the people who need a dedication once in their life and to those who have too much bullshit in their lives and to those who are completely insane,As Me. To: Mr. McMahon I don't own it I don't claim to. Don't sue me! I'm Poor I haven't got no money! Oh Look it's the men in white jackets... Night. * End Disclaimer *

Part 1 - Welcome to my hell

First, let me introduce my happy self. My name is Faith Hardy. Before you ask, no, I'm not married to either of Matthew Moore or Jeffery Nero Hardy of World Wrestling Federation Fame. Quite the contrary, in fact, I have the supreme and unjust luck of being their younger sister. Sucks to be me huh? I've had to deal with them day in and day out for years. I've been attacked and beat on in the name of "the sport". Not that I'm bitter mind you. Then again, there was that time Jeff broke my ankle and I could barely walk for a month and a half (he says it was an accident. Ankle locks are not accidents, Sorry Jeff). Or the time Matt decided I would be the perfect person to test out piledrivers on. I could go on and on. It's disturbing really.

A little bit about me. I've got Light brown eyes that change from Black to gold depending on my mood. I'm about 5'10 with my shoes off and long reddish brown hair with streaks of Blue and purple in the front. Who do you think introduced Jeff to his little Manic Panic thing? Where do you think all of mine went! Anyway. Dad says I look like a combination of the 2 of them. Matt and I could be twins except for I'm six years his junior and I've got Jeff's build. I help sometimes with Omega shows and usually prefer to stay home. I love the wrestling business but it's not what I want to do for the rest of my life. You could say I'm a boring chick. I work with the local vet because I can handle horses better than he can and live in the attic of My dad's house because he's getting up there in age and I don't really want to leave the home if known for almost 21 years of my life.

Well this is why I'm telling this story. Our dad found a girlfriend. Jillian. Nice Lady, very Quiet but reminds me of My Mom a lot. She is spending the summer at our house. You get the picture. That means good-Bye Faith. He practically made me go with my brothers to have some time away from home.

"I am really against going Dad."

I told him that several weeks ago. If you want to get technical about it, I tell him that EVERYTIME he reminds me that I am going to spend the year with my brothers. "You're going Faith Colleen, that's final. You'll meet new friends, see the country. I even hear they are going to England! You'll enjoy that! It's a lot like that foreign exchange program you wanted to go to a few years back. You have a fun time with you're brothers every time you see them."

"Yeah. That's usually at home too." I said with an overly sarcastic tone.

"Its Final. Go get on that plane and call when you get to your brothers hotel room. Ok?"

Now this is my dad. He's not strict or mean or anything. You see, Matt's the Quiet one the leader, the oldest, the rock foundation for Jeff and Me to make a role model. Please. If Dad knew half the stuff that Matt did to show his ass, He'd have had a heart attack by now from the stress.

And Jeff. Rainbow head is the freak King. He and I are the closest probably because Manic Panic has seeped into both our brains. And He's the writer. He's up to all hours writing. When he was younger, I remember when he was up for 48 hours trying for inspiration. He slept for three days straight after that.

Me? I'm the Black sheep. I am the one who got in trouble at school countless times, for what else? Fighting. Hey, what can I say? The girls at school talked about my brothers. Had to defend the dastardly duo. Even though they constantly were whacking me around. They're still family.

Anyway. At my dad's "request", I got on the plane headed for the airport I was to meet my brothers at in Kansas City. I am not a fan of flyingif I am not on a horse I prefer my feet to remain attached to the ground, thank you very much. I wasn't going to drive my truck from Cameron to Kansas City. And this plane wasn't much help. Turbulence is a barker and if you must fly remember, SLEEP through it!

After the Most harrowing experience of my short and Meaningful existence, I headed for the baggage claim where I was supposed to meet Jeff about one o'clock. 'Supposed' being keyword. Jeff is not known for his punctuality. I'll just put it this way; I waited longer for him that it took for the last WWF pay per view. Not fun. Finally, at about 4:30, I called Matt's cell phone. Matt was not happy. He and Miss Amy. Ahem, yeah. You get the idea.

Needless to Say, Jeff was there in 10 minutes. This is a record. He apologized immensely for forgetting to pick up his, direct quote "wittle baby kid sissy" I about whacked him in that green spot for that one. He knows he may be my older brother but he knows damn well I hate him talking like I'm a little kid. One Day I am going to exact my revenge on him and Matt just for the hell of it!

Spot and I left the Airport for the hotel. "You know Shrimp, Jess really wants to meet you, Amy too. Do you want to come out with a bunch of us tonight to meet them after the show?"

Jessica Morgan, a.k.a. Jealousy, the new Diva of the WWF. Jeff's new woman. He likes her; Matt thinks she's good for him. We'll see. Amy is ok, I guess. I've talked to her on Matt's cell phone a few times. Can you tell yet I don't trust people too much? "Do I have a Choice Spot?"

"Not really. When we get to the hotel, get dressed up Pretty like and order room service. We leave after the show tonight, which you're going to also little'un"

Great.

Part 2 - Contracts, congratulations and Whacking Stephanie McMahon

Why Me? Why do I have to be related to these two morons? I am watching the monitor behind the curtain. And I'm being nice, for once. The Duo and their women are getting ready to go on. Matt looks silly wearing no shirt and I couldn't help but laugh at him. Jeff looks like he borrowed one of my old shirts to wrestle in. I told him this. Not the brightest of ideas I have had in my life. I got chased. Think foxhunt. Down the hall, practically got ran over and ran over a few my self. Hey I thought it was funny! Can't the world share in my wonderful sense of humor? Probably not.

Any way I'm sitting looking at the monitor. "Lita"(Amy for those who don't know) and Matt are on the ramp, followed close by Jeff and his Rainbow headed woman, Jealousy. Now Let me Describe the Duo's Women to you real Quick.

First you have Amy Christine Dumas a.k.a. Lita, a regular little spitfire. I Think her natural color is blond but her hair is flaming red…did I say flaming red? I meant lava burgundy…. Get the point? She's got this INCREDIBLY sweet tat on her shoulder…Ask me what it is and I could never tell you. Matt's perfect compliment. He's calm. She's wired. I may have just met her but she's got this personality that makes you trust her the second you meet her.

Jess though is electricity in a jar. She's short with overly blinding bright green hair with blue streaks. Jeff's perfect similar. They both love to have fun and dance. Both love the same things, the same foods, everything. They even have the same look in their eyes. These two even share the same birthday, except Jeff is a few hours younger. She is also like Jeff in she bounces around A LOT before her matches. They have dubbed her the Mistress of the Swanton Bomb. I saw her do it once on TV. It was just like Jeff's. I think that she's his soul mate. It's Scary but I actually like these two.

I Digress.

"Lita" and Matt are on the ramp followed by Jeff and "Jealousy". I may act like I don't like my brothers but I do have the utmost respect for what they do in their business. I just think they're nuts. And at that point I was proud of my brothers. I have to admit they put their heart and soul into every match they have. I watched Stephanie McMahon, and Tori head for the ring followed closely by X-Pac and Triple H. I knew exactly what was supposed to happen in this match. And it didn't unfold the way it had been planned.

As said by JR and Michael Cole:

JR: And Jeff Hardy goes for the Swanton.

Cole: Oh that had to hurt JR and you know Triple H is feeling that right now.

JR: it's a true slobber knocker And Jealousy goes for the pin.

Cole: 1 2 3! And Jealousy Wins for the Team Extreme

Now I hear all this but I'm watching JR and see this blonde chick and this dude with nasty red dreadlocks. Next thing I knew I heard JR screaming.

" OH MY GOD TORRIE WILSON AND RAVEN ARE ATTACKIN' TEAM XTREME! NOW THE FOUR THEY FOUGHT ARE HELPIN'!!"

Now I'm not very big myself. Matt and Jeff Definitely got the size genes in our family. Yet I wasn't going to let my brothers or their women get an ass kicking. Not in this lifetime. So I did the only prudent thing I could think of to do to help Go out and fight like a banshee.

I ran out there and proceeded to attack the closest asshole to the end of the ramp. My aforementioned target happened to be one Mrs. Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley.

JR: Oh my god! Who's this She's...She's Whoppin' on Stephanie McMahon! Oh My GOD!

I couldn't help it. They taught me how to wrestle and defend myself. What was I going to do? Sit back there and watch them get the crap beat out of them? NO WAY! So after knocking the "Queen of hell" out (I threw her into the railing...I didn't mean to, at least that hard), I proceeded to help my elder sibling. Grabbing a chair, I threw it to good old Green Spot. He then proceeded to whack Helmsley to the ground rather soundly.

All of this commotion allowed time for the rest of the sorry mob to run up the ramp like the cowards they were. Jeff was immediately at the side of Jess, Matt by Amy. I got to hand it to the lunkheads; they take care of their women. No guy I've ever been with has ever treated me as well. They just wanted to use me for their own gains. As opposed to most men, my brothers are pretty cool. The EMT's came out leading Jess and Amy up the ramp to get checked out.

While Jess and Amy were getting looked over, the one and ONLY Vince McMahon confronted me in front of Matt and Jeff.

"Well young Lady you certainly have caused quite a stir tonight. Just what was that about?"

"I wasn't going to let them get outnumbered. Had to help even the odds. Tell me what you're Daughter and her boy toy doing attacking my family? What's your explanation on that??"

"Unfortunately My Daughter and Son in Law work totally against my wishes. I don't condone the attack on your brothers and the girls. For it I am sorry and apologize. But we must find out what to do with you. Now that the fans have seen you they will be speculating whom you are and why you came out to help. Kind of puts a new angle on our storylines, you see. Now I hear you are traveling with us for a few months. How would you like to be a paid member of the roster? The boys have trained you so I know that you can handle yourself in the ring. What do you think? You will be able to wrestle and pull a paycheck same as your brothers."

Now I'm sitting here thinking 'Ok I'm being offered a position in one of the most distinguished companies on this planet by the owner himself. I Must be going crazy but hey, why not?' "Sure I'll do it. Might not be too bad." He thanked me profusely before Leaving. I'm not sure why though.

Matt and Jeff came up behind me while I was watching Vince leave. "Cool now it's the family business. Shrimp here going to be a wrestler Too! Congratulations Kid." Matt has to rub crap like this in doesn't he?

"Yes My Dear Brother. I'm a wrestler now and that means you have to be nice to me."

After an evil smirk, I somehow found myself backwards on Matt's shoulder, being carried unceremoniously down the hall. "MATTHEW LEMME GO!!!!! AHH! HELP!!!"

"Be quiet Faith you're not hurt. You're fine. See?" He said as he set me down on the bench.

"What was that for?"

"Just be cause I wanted to tell you Jeff and I are proud of you for being able to take care of yourself out there. You did well and even impressed Mr. McMahon. I'm Glad you put all those beatings to good use! The girls are even proud of you."

"Thanks Matt, that means a lot. How are the girls?" As I said the words Jess and Amy walked in on the arms of my other Sibling.

"There is the Lovely Amy and the beautiful Jessica, perfectly happy."

"Yes Matt, we're fine. Just a few scratches here and there. Nothing we can't handle, Right Amy?"

"Nope we're perfectly fine. I am kind of hungry though. Anyone want to head for the after show party?"

On to Parts 3-4