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Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2001 19:46:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleeping With the Enemy

I must first start off with my special celebrity
disclaimer. This story is fiction. It is not meant to
suggest anything about the sexuality of any of its
participants. Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Lita, Vince
McMahon, X-Pac, Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, Trish
Stratus, Terri Runnels, Tori, Billy Gunn, Kurt Angle,
Test, The Undertaker, Mark Jindrak, Stacy Keibler, and
Shane McMahon are all registered trademarks of World
Wrestling Federation Entertainment Inc. By the way,
this story contains sex of the gay kind! If this
scares you, run!!

My normal speel.  This story cannot be used on any
site without my consent and blah blah blah.  If you
want it, contact me at XXX_Supafly@yahoo.com  Visit my
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"Fucking son of a bitch McMahon!" Jeff Hardy yelled
slamming the hotel door behind him.

"What's up bro?" Jeff's brother Matt asked, sitting up
on the bed.

"They just fucking cut my push to make room for WCW on
OUR TV. And not only fucking that, but I have to job
my title to fucking X-Pac tonight,"

It's not just you Jeffy," Lita spoke, sitting behind
him and massaging his shoulders. "They're cutting back
alot of people's pushes,"

"Yeah, but you guys are still getting yours,"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Matt asked, sounding
somewhat angry.

"I don't fucking know," Jeff said, standing and
grabbing his duffel bag. "I'm going to work out,"

With that, Jeff slammed the hotel door behind him. He
was beyond pissed off. Just because WCW sucks, and no
one wants to give it a TV deal, he suffers. 'Maybe if
any of the WCW guys had any talent, they'd give them
TV,' he thought to himself. He hated the way politics
worked in the WWF. Everyone gets where they are by
either fucking Vince McMahon, or because they're
friends with someone. He thought his friendships with
Stephanie and Trish would get him somewhere. But
obviously not, his push was one of the first cut. And
on top of that, he had to job to X-Pac, who was only
getting his push because he was friends with Triple H.


"Fuck my life," Jeff sighed aloud, walking into the
locker room of the hotel gym.

Jeff walked to the locker he had been using and
quickly opened it. He stripped out of his usual
leopard print pants and slipped on his work out
shorts. He was already in his wife beater, so he
tossed his button up shirt in the locker. He slammed
the locker and prepared to walk back into the gym, as
he turned around he bumped into someone he really
didn't want to see. WCW star Mark Jindrak.

"Jeff Hardy? I'm a huge fan of yours man," Mark spoke,
wearing nothing but a towel.

"You and every other wannabe from that failed
experiment of a promotion you came from," Jeff spoke,
continuing his walk back out into the gym. 'Okay, that
was a little harsh,' Jeff thought to himself. 'But
fuck them. All of the WCW "stars." They were McMahon's
top priority for the moment, but wait a few weeks.
That still didn't make Jeff any happier about having
his push cut. He had some stress to work off. So he
walked to the weight machine, and began to lift.

"Fucking WCW," He said in between lifts, each time
getting more pissed off about the loss of his push.

Lifting weights was doing nothing but increasing his
anger. So he left the weight machine and found his way
to the punching bag. He taped up his hands then began
to beat it angrily, imagining it was Vince McMahon. He
had gotten where he was in the WWF without even having
to touch Vince McMahon. 'Maybe I should,' He thought.
'It could get me my push back,' 'Of course, it could
probably get me a disease,' Jeff nixed that thought.
He was perfectly content with Kurt Angle and Test
being the only WWF talent he fucked. Too bad neither
of them could play the politics game with Vince. But
oh well, the sex was good enough.

Jeff was starting to feel better after nearly 20
minutes of beating the punching bag. He stopped and
began to remove the tape from his fists. The locker
room was empty when he returned, which was a good
thing. The way Jeff was feeling, he didn't feel like
talking to anyone. Especially another WCW "star."

"Fucking WCW," Jeff sighed aloud, stripping off his
wife beater and tossing it in his locker.

"You're starting to sound like my old man used to,"
The voice spoke to him from behind.

Jeff turned to look at the voice, noticing the figure
of Shane McMahon standing behind him. He acknowledged
Shane with a head nod, then walked to the shower. Jeff
had better watch himself. Not acknowledging Shane got
Shawn Michaels sent home a few months back. With the
WWF's favorite excuse to be assholes "Attitude
problems." Jeff really didn't care. He'd be happy to
be sent home the way he was feeling.

Jeff walked into the shower and let the water cascade
down onto him. He was still stressed out. The punching
bag helped a little, but he was still feeling like
utter shit. He knew what he needed. But Kurt had
bruised his tail bone, and Test was doing promo all
day. 'Hopefully Matt and Lita will be gone by the time
I get back to the hotel. Then at least I can squeeze
off a quick one before my match,' He thought to
himself. But the way his luck was running today,
they'd still be there, probably fucking. Something
Jeff really didn't want to see. Jeff sighed and laid
his head on the shower wall.

"Fuck my fucking life," He said aloud again, banging
his head lightly off of the shower wall.

"What's eating you Jeffy?" Shane asked, hanging up his
towel and stepping under the water.

"Its nothing Shane-o. Just some business stuff,"

Jeff tried to keep his glance above the waist. He had
often admired Shane from a far. But he also knew that
Shane was straight. Hell, he'd been clubbing with
Shane's wife. But he couldn't help think Shane was
gorgeous. Jeff found it hard to believe two people
that looked like Linda and Vince McMahon could produce
such gorgeous children. Jeff couldn't deny Stephanie
was beautiful either, for a girl. But Shane had always
been the McMahon Jeff had wanted. But he pretty much
locked those feelings away, knowing Shane was
straight.

"I heard about your push. If it makes you feel any
better, I told them yours is one they shouldn't cut,
but they don't listen to me,"

"Thanks Shane. I wouldn't be this mad about it
normally, its just that they told me the reason they
cut me was for WCW," Jeff explained, turning to face
Shane.

"Well, on behalf of WCW, we're sorry," Shane joked,
turning so the water hit his back.

"Thanks Shane-o. But that still doesn't make me feel
any better,"

"Well here, how bout this for an apology,"

The thought never crossed Jeff's mind until he found
Shane's hand wrapped around his cock. Jeff moaned out
lightly as Shane's hand slid slowly up and down his
now throbbing shaft. Instinctively Jeff reached out
and grasped Shane's cock in his hands. He expertly
began to handle Shane's massive uncut meat. Jeff had
always enjoyed uncut cock. More fun to play with he'd
always said. And Shane's was no different. He fondled
Shane's beast gently as Shane's hand continued to jerk
slowly up and down on Jeff's rock hard cock.

It had been days since Jeff had gotten off. Not as if
the opportunity hadn't arisen, with Test being a
horn-ball. But Jeff just hadn't been "in the mood" so
to speak. But he was really in the mood right now.
Him, jerking Shane McMahon's massive 9 inch tool, as
Shane jerked him off. Jeff took his free hand from the
wall and brought it to Shane's balls. Jeff could
already feel them rising, signifying Shane's impending
orgasm. This turned Jeff on even more, knowing he had
brought this massive cock to orgasm. He too could feel
his balls rising. In seconds he was yelling out he was
cumming.

Shane continued to jerk until the last bit of jizz
exited Jeff's body. Jeff was still jerking on Shane's
swollen shaft. Jeff knew Shane was close. So Jeff knew
that this was his chance to get a taste of this
massive McMahon cock. Jeff dropped slowly to his knees
and removed his hand. He slid Shane's cock in slowly,
taking it all down his throat without gagging. Shane
was in complete ecstasy, moaning out loudly as his
fingers were buried in Jeff's hair. Shane began to
pump his cock quickly into Jeff's mouth. Jeff was
completely in heaven, knowing in only a matter of
seconds, he'd be tasting Shane McMahon's cum. Jeff
brought his hands up and began to fondle Shane's balls
again. This did the trick. Shane grasped tightly on
Jeff's hair, and screamed out.

"I'm cumming!" Shane yelled loudly, pumping his cock
quickly into Jeff's mouth.

Jeff happily stayed on Shane's cock until it began to
go limp. Shane slid his cock out of Jeff's mouth
slowly then pulled Jeff to his feet. He pulled Shane
close to him and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Jeff almost collapsed from the goings on of the past
minutes, but was able to steady himself with the help
of the shower wall.

"That was incredibly Hardy," Shane said, out of
breath. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, I think I do," Jeff said, leaning with his back
against the shower wall. "Just one question though
Shane-O, aren't you married?"

"Hey man, what she don't know don't hurt me. And
besides that, I've never gotten head that good from
her,"

Jeff felt a big smile come to his face. He loved being
complimented on his sexual abilities. He had still yet
to regain full strength. So he continued to lean
against the shower wall and watch Shane finish
showering. After Shane finished showering, he leaned
in and kissed Jeff quickly. He grasped Jeff's cock in
his hands, and then spoke.

"Thanks for that Jeffy. I'll see you later," Shane
said, following his statements up with one final kiss.


'I sure hope so,' Jeff thought to himself as Shane
exited the shower. 'I'd like to take that somewhere
other than my mouth,' He thought as he began to exit
the shower. He walked completely naked back to his
locker, where he quickly tossed his clothes back on
and left the gym. It was already nearly 8 PM, and his
match was the first one on Raw tonight. He quickly
hailed down a taxi and took back to the hotel. He had
made plans to ride to the arena that night with Terri
Runnels.

* * *

Jeff bounced into the lobby to find Terri waiting for
him. He walked up and gave her his usual kiss on the
cheek, then spoke.

"You ready?" He asked, adjusting his bag on his
shoulder.

"Yeah. Stacy Keibler from WCW is going to ride with
us, they put me in charge of showing her around since
I've been here longest. Do you mind?"

"No," Jeff said, gritting his teeth.

"You never know, you could hook up with her," Terri
said, winking suggestively.

'Oh God,' Jeff thought. Terri was going to try
matchmaking again. You think she'd give that up after
the whole Tori/Billy Gunn thing. But nope, she was at
it again. And on top of that, she wanted to hook him
up with a woman. 'Well,' Jeff thought. 'This is as
good a chance as any, just hope she reacts well,'

"Umm Terri. I got something to tell you," Jeff started
as they began walking towards their car.

"What is it sweetie?"

"I'm Gay," Jeff replied.

Terri stopped dead in her tracks a few steps ahead of
Jeff. Jeff began to worry that she wasn't going to be
cool about it like everyone else he had told. Terri
turned around and began to walk back to Jeff. He
couldn't tell anything of her emotions from the
sunglasses she was wearing. Jeff felt his heart
starting to sink. Add this to the list of bad things
that had happened to him today.

"Oh Jeffy," Terri said, pulling him into a hug. "I've
known for a long time, I was just waiting for you to
tell me,"

"Huh?" Jeff said, bewildered by Terri's statement.
"How have you known? Who told you?"

"Calm down. No one told me, I can just tell these
things. And besides that, any idiot could've told from
the way you used to look at Christian,"

Jeff felt a smile come to his face. He really did care
for Christian. But that relationship was doomed from
the beginning. 'But then again,' Jeff thought to
himself. 'Wrestling relationships all tend to be
doomed. Oh well, he's happy and so am I, I guess,'

Jeff snapped himself back to reality and threw his arm
around Terri's shoulders. The two then began their
walk to the lobby where Stacy Keibler was waiting for
them. Terri introduced the two of them, Jeff putting
on his fake smile and pretending he was so happy to
have WCW around. Stacy just smiled nervously, and
didn't speak much as the three continued their walk to
the limo.

Terri filled Stacy in on the happenings in the Women's
locker room of the WWF. Basically the same thing Jeff
had gotten from The Undertaker when he and Matt had
started. Jeff completely zoned out while Terri was
speaking, still angry over the fact he had to lose to
X-Pac in a few short minutes. He sat staring silently
out the window when Stacy began talking to him.

"So Jeff, I heard you met Jindrak this afternoon?" She
asked, brushing her hair off of her shoulder.

"Umm, yeah," Jeff replied somewhat nervous. "I was a
bit of an asshole, I've had a pretty bad day today,"

"That's too bad, Marky really has a thing for you,"
Stacy explained.

"Huh?" Jeff and Terri asked almost simultaneously.

"He's got the hots for you," Stacy laughed. "Wait, you
are gay aren't you?"

"What the fuck?" Jeff asked casually. "Does the whole
world know?"

"Well Jeffy honey, maybe you aren't as discreet as
you'd like to be," Terri laughed, pulling on the leg
of Jeff's leopard print pants.

"I guess not. Wow," Jeff said, laying his head back on
the seat.

"I'm sorry, I thought everyone knew," Stacy stated.

"You didn't tell anyone did you?" Terri and Jeff asked
in unison

"Chill. No, I didn't tell anyone. Mark told me he
thought you were. I'm telling you Jeff you should go
for him, you guys would be gorgeous together,"

Jeff smiled brightly at her but didn't speak.
'Jindrak,' Jeff thought to himself. 'He is hot, REALLY
hot. Perhaps I should apologize after the event,' Jeff
was still thinking about Jindrak when the limo arrived
at the arena. He grabbed his bag from the seat and
tossed it over his shoulder. He exited the limo first,
and then extended his arms to escort Stacy and Terri
into the arena. He walked them to the women's locker
room, then dashed to his locker room.

He said hi to everyone along the way, but didn't stop
to talk. He just wanted to get dressed and get the
loss to X-Pac over with. It was the first match, so at
least he wouldn't have to wait around all night if he
didn't want to. But he knew he would anyways. And
besides that, he wanted to catch Jindrak sometime
before the night was over. He finished up lacing his
boots, let out a "Fucking WCW," sigh, then went to
find Stephanie.

When he found her, she was as usual with Trish. The
three of them chatted like they usually did until Jeff
was called for his match. He kissed the two of them
good bye, and went to get ready for a humiliating
defeat to an undeserving opponent.

* * *

The match went just like Jeff expected, him putting on
a spectacular show, and X-Pac stinking up the whole
match. Jeff was silently cursing the WWF politics
system while he walked back to the locker rooms. Trish
was waiting for him as usual after his match, with the
usual Snapple and bag of pretzels. They walked to
Trish's locker room, and shut the door behind them.
Jeff plopped down on the floor in front of her and
opened his Snapple.

"You did good Jeffy," She started, popping a pretzel
into her mouth. "But of course, Sean,"

"Yep, as usual. I never really understood why fans
chanted "X-Pac sucks" until I wrestled him," Jeff
said, reaching above his head to grab some pretzels.

"Well hey, there can be one little bright spot in your
day,"

"Really, what is that?" Jeff asked, with complete
sarcasm knowing this has been the worst day of his
life.

"We get to start working together on screen,"

"I was waiting to see how long it would take Steph to
do that," Jeff laughed, taking a drink of his Snapple.
"But of course we're going to have to kiss," Jeff
said, in mock disgust.

"Oh bite me hard bastard," Trish laughed, slapping
Jeff playfully on the back of the head.

"Here," Jeff said, biting lightly at Trish's leg. "You
have been bit,"

Trish just shook her head and tossed a pretzel at
Jeff's head. Jeff's thoughts flashed back to Mark
Jindrak as he took a drink of his Snapple. 'I should
probably go find him,' Jeff thought to himself. 'Trish
will understand.'

"Well Trish, I'm going to apologize to Mark Jindrak
for the way I acted earlier," Jeff explained, hopping
to his feet.

"Sure you are. Terri told me all about it. You're
going to get laid," Trish laughed, tossing another
pretzel at him.

"You know me too well," Jeff laughed, kissing Trish
quickly on the cheek. "Never know Trish, he may be
bi," Jeff joked, walking towards the door.

"Don't taunt me Hardy," Trish sighed, shaking her
head.

"Love you,"

"Get out," She yelled jokingly.

Jeff shut the locker room door behind him and began to
look for the WCW Locker Room. Since WCW had just been
brought in, Vince McMahon thought it smart to keep
them segregated for awhile. 'Smartest move he's made
in a while,' Jeff thought to himself. Jeff was having
a hard time finding the locker room. So he found Stacy
Keibler and asked her where Mark was.

"I sent him looking for you," Stacy replied, grabbing
a bottled water from the catering table.

"Where?"

"Your locker room. Your brother said it was cool if he
waited there, since he and Lita were leaving anyways,"


Jeff felt a devilish little smirk come to his face. He
would give that to Matt and Lita. When an opportunity
for Jeff to get laid came up, they made conscious
efforts to make sure it happened.

"Thanks Stacy. Listen, you wanna come to dinner with
me, Trish and Steph after the show tonight?"

"Sure, if you have any energy left," Stacy joked,
slapping Jeff playfully on the shoulder.

With that Stacy walked away, leaving Jeff to think
more about Jindrak. He quickly shook himself from his
trance and ran to his locker room. He looked around to
make sure the coast was clear, and slipped quietly in.
The locker room looked untouched from when he'd been
in there before his match. But he glanced at Matt's
locker, and noticed it was empty. 'He really did
leave, good man,' Jeff thought to himself. He
continued to search around his locker room, eventually
noticing a towel hanging outside of the shower. 'Oh my
god he's in the shower,' Jeff thought. 'Here's my
chance,'

But Jeff decided against the opportunity for more
Shower Sex. 'Not enough room to fuck in there,' He
thought, taking a seat on the bench in front of his
locker. 'I'll wait for him to come out,'

And he didn't have to wait long. As he began to remove
his boots, he heard the shower water cease. Jeff felt
his throat suddenly become dry. It had been quite a
while since he'd gotten dick other than Kurt Angle or
Test, unless of course you count Shane, which Jeff
didn't. And besides that, Jindrak was hotter than all
the others combined. And he worked for the "enemy."
'Sleeping with the enemy,' Jeff thought to himself.
'That just makes this so much better,'

Jeff continued to remove his boots as he saw Jindrak
emerge from the shower, in nothing but a towel. Jeff's
jaw almost dropped as he saw the beads of water
glistening on the rock hard chest and chiseled abs of
the Adonis before him. Jeff's cock instantly became
hard. Then much to his delight, Jindrak sat down
beside him.

"Hey Jeff," Mark said non-chalantly. "I hear you've
been looking for me," He said again, putting his hands
behind his head and leaning back against the locker.

Jeff could barely muster up the strength to talk. And
he could barely remove his eyes from Mark's towel long
enough to look at him. But he pulled himself together
and cleared his throat, then began to speak.

"Yeah, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted
earlier. I was, well, an asshole frankly. And I'm
sorry," Jeff spoke quickly, trying desperately to keep
his eyes glued to Jindrak's.

"That's nice Hardy, but I'm not sure how sorry you
really are," Mark said, tucking his thumb under the
towel. "They always say, actions speak louder than
words,"

"Jeff's jaw dropped as Jindrak released the towel,
letting his quickly hardening cock spring free. Jeff
could hardly believe this was real. He thought guys as
hot as Jindrak only existed in fairy tales, and gay
porn. But here he was, with one in front of him. 'What
the hell am I waiting for?' Jeff thought to himself.

He quickly dropped to the floor and grasped Jindrak's
cock in his hand. His hand barely fit around it, and
it was not even completely hard yet. Jeff jerked it a
few times, bringing it to its full 10 inches. Jeff was
becoming very thankful for Test. Jeff had practiced
alot on Test's 10 inch shaft, so deep throating this
should be no problem. He leaned his head in and began
to move towards Mark's cock, but Mark put his hand up
to stop him.

"No no. Not this," Mark said softly, placing his
finger on Jeff's mouth. "This," He said again,
reaching down and grasping Jeff's ass cheek.

Jeff felt a smile come to his face. That was secretly
what he wanted; though he would've settled for a taste
of that beautiful dick also. Jeff reached into his
locker and ripped his ever present tube of lube from
his bag. He handed it to Jindrak then removed the rest
of his clothing. He then got on all fours on the
floor.

"No," Jindrak said softly. "I want to make love to
you, not sex,"

Jeff jumped to his feet and walked over to Jindrak who
was now standing against his locker. Jeff had never
heard that before. No one had ever wanted to make love
to him before. Most just wanted sex. Even Christian,
who try as he might not to Jeff fell in love with.

"But, you don't even know me. How can you make love to
me?" Jeff asked, looking deep into Jindrak's deep
brown eyes.

Jindrak didn't speak in return, but pulled Jeff in for
a passionate kiss. Jeff felt his knees melting beneath
him. He had never been kissed like that before. Most
anyone he'd ever kissed had been rough, almost
uncaring. But Jindrak was soft, yet passionate with
his kisses. Jeff felt some strange connection to
Jindrak. And he could not explain what it was.

"That's how," Jindrak spoke softly into Jeff's ear.

"Okay," was all that Jeff could reply.

Jindrak pulled Jeff into an embrace and began to kiss
him softly once more, while lowering him to the floor.
Amazing sensations were rushing through Jeff's body
with every kiss Jindrak planted on him. He felt
ridiculous for even thinking it, but he felt already
as if he were in love with Jindrak. No other man had
ever made him feel this way.

Jeff was complete putty in Jindrak's hands. Jindrak's
kisses began to travel slowly down Jeff's jaw, then to
his neck. Jeff let out a contented moan as Mark began
to suck lightly on his neck. Jeff then felt the
coldness of the lube touch against his opening. He
moaned out lightly, giving Mark the go ahead. He then
felt Mark's huge cock head press against him. He
cringed almost involuntarily as the head pressed past
his anus, stopping Jindrak in his tracks.

"Are you okay? I don't want to hurt you for anything,"
Jindrak spoke softly into his ear, melting Jeff with
mere words.

"I'm fine. Never been better," He whispered back,
looking deep into Jindrak's eyes.

Jindrak kissed Jeff lightly on the lips and continued
to push into Jeff's anus. When Jindrak had all his
cock in, Jeff put his hand up, asking for time to
adjust to the massive object in his anus. Jindrak
lovingly obliged, and began to softly kiss Jeff's neck
once more. Once Jeff had become accustomed to Mark's
massive cock, Mark began to slowly pump in and out,
all the while still softly kissing Jeff's neck. Jeff
was in complete ecstasy from the sensations surging
throughout his body. Jeff had never been fucked so
good before. Mark knew the perfect way to drive Jeff
wild; pulling almost completely out, then driving the
full 10 inches back in. Jeff moaned out with every
thrust, squeezing his ass each time, making Mark moan
out as he continued to suck Jeff's neck. Jeff could
feel Mark's pumping speed begin to increase as Mark
wrapped his hands around Jeff's throbbing cock. He
began to jerk insync with his thrusting, sending even
more sensations through Jeff's already ecstasy filled
body. In no time at all Jeff felt his balls begin to
rise, and Jindrak's thrusting speed increase. Mark
stopped his sucking on Jeff's neck and spoke softly
into his ear.

"I love you Jeff Hardy," He said lightly, staring deep
into Jeff's eyes.

Almost involuntarily Jeff spoke in response. "I love
you too Mark,"

With the finish of his statement, Mark began to
passionately kiss Jeff's lips. Mark pumped in one
final time, and moaned out loudly. His grip tightened
on Jeff's cock, which sent Jeff into orgasm. Jeff felt
Mark pump in two final times, then pull himself from
Jeff's ass. Mark collapsed atop of Jeff, both
completely spent from the sexual escapades they had
just endured.

When the two had recovered, Jeff felt Mark's hand
slowly caress his cheek. He felt a bright smile come
to his face as he looked deep into the puppy dog like
eyes of Mark Jindrak.

"You are so beautiful," Jindrak spoke softly,
caressing Jeff's cheek lightly.

"Not as beautiful as you," Jeff spoke in return.

Mark leaned down and softly kissed Jeff's lips. The
ridiculousness he had felt about the possible love for
Mark Jindrak had completely disappeared now. Because
he knew that the love was there. Where it came from he
had no idea, but he knew that it was there.

"I love you Jeff," Mark spoke as their kiss parted.

"I love you too," Jeff replied.

The two shared one final kiss and then began to get
dressed. When they were both fully clothed, Jeff once
more through his arms around Mark's neck and kissed
him with all the passion left in his body. He had
never experienced such passionate, beautiful, perfect
sex in his entire life. After years of searching Jeff
had finally found what he was looking for, Love.

The two walked together to meet Trish, Stephanie and
Stacy for dinner. All three knew what had happened.
And all three had smiles plastered across their faces.
As the group began to walk to the limo Stephanie had
ordered, Trish pulled Jeff off to the side.

"So, what was it like sleeping with the enemy?" Trish
asked.

"Just sleeping with the enemy wouldn't be so bad.
Loving the enemy might get me in trouble though," He
replied.

"You mean?"

"Oh yeah, hardcore,"

"Thought you didn't believe in love?"

"Well. As they say, anything can happen in the WWF,"
Jeff replied, gazing at Jindrak as he stood waiting
for them by the limo.

"This conversation ain't over boy," Trish said as they
began to walk towards the limo.

Jeff tossed his arm across Trish's shoulders and just
laughed as they continued to walk to the limo. That
statement had never been more true. 'Anything Can
Happen in the WWF. Even love,' Jeff thought to himself
as he entered the limo and sat down next to Jindrak.
As the limo began to take off, Jeff felt Jindrak's
hand begin to grasp his. Jeff squeezed Jindrak's hand
and leaned over and kissed him lightly.

"So what do you think of WCW now Jeffy?" Stephanie
asked, smiling brightly that her best friend was so
happy.

"Well Steph, I think I could get to love it,"