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Chapter 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 Matthew Moore or Jeffrey 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 be the one to deal with them for years.
Not to mention that I’ve been attacked and beat on in the name of “the sport”. 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 have brown eyes that change from Black to gold depending on my mood. I’m about 5’9” 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? I also have five little studs in my right ear and a captive bead piercing in my left. Anyway, Dad says I look like a combination of the two of them. Matt and I could be twins, except for I’m younger not to mention cuter, got a slighter build, and Jeff’s eyes. I work with the local vet because I can handle horses better than he can, and I live in the attic of my dad’s house. He’s getting up there in age and I don’t really want to leave the home I have known for almost 22 years of my life. I sometimes help with OMEGA shows but usually prefer to stay home. While my brothers love wrestling and sports entertainment, almost to a fault, I don’t even really watch it. I mean I’ve been trained but I am not really a big fan. The odd Pay-Per-View once in a while but only when they are in a TLC match. Then it’s only to make sure they don’t kill themselves. I have this bad feeling that in their subconscious mind, their motto is ‘Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Beautiful Corpse’.

Our dad found a girlfriend, Jillian. She’s okay. She’s very quiet but something about her just doesn’t sit right. She is spending the summer at our house. Get the picture? That means good-bye Faith. He practically made me go with my brothers to have some ‘time away from home’.

Translation - Alone time for the old people.

“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 every time he reminds me that I am going to spend time with my brothers.

“You’re going Faith Colleen, that’s final. You’ll meet new friends, see the country. You’ll enjoy that! You have a fun time with you’re brothers every time you see them.”

“Not with Matt. He’s too uptight. Can’t I go visit anyone else but them?” I said with an extremely sarcastic tone.

“It’s 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. He just thinks he knows how we all are. You see, Matt’s the Quiet one, the oldest, the rock foundation for Jeff and me to make a role model of. 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. He’s also got this sweet-ass band. PeroxWHY?gen. My brother has a damned good singing voice. Multitalented as well as Multi-colored.

Me? I’m the Black sheep. Hard to believe? I am the one who got in trouble at school countless times, for what else? Fighting and shooting my mouth off. Hey, what can I say? The girls at school talked about my brothers when they were in training. I had to defend the dastardly duo. You didn’t know they got teased about it, did you? Look at them now. Even though they constantly were whacking me around, I defended them. No Matter what 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 flying. If 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 bitch 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, as we all know. I’ll just put it this way; I waited longer for him than 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 were, 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 almost whacked him in that green spot for that one. He knows he may be my older brother but he knows damn well that 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 Faith, Jess really wants to meet you, Amy too. You’ll meet them at the show. Do you want to come out with a bunch of us tonight to meet a bunch of them afterwards?”

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 too.”

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