**Madison Square Garden. The World's Most Famous Arena. So many adjectives have been used to describe this venue in New York City. Historic...yes. Notorious? That is damn true. A great number of historic events have taken place within the confines of The Garden, from the 1971 epic fight between Muhammad Ali and Joe Fraizer to countless New York Knicks games to the very first Wrestlemania. So what better place for the return of one of the most notorious wrestling promotions of all time, UPW? The roster is set. The first X-Treme X-Fire card is in place, and the World's Most Famous Arena is sold out. Now all that has to happen is......you! You the general public need to tune in and make the rating soar through the freaking roof. The staff is ready for the first show. The superstars are ready for the first show. The only question that remains is..........are you?**
** Our scene opens up inside of the parking garage of The Garden. The UPW cameras take a quick glance around the parking garage, taking note of the various rental cars that the wrestlers already inside have used to bring them here. Panning back to the right, the cameras spot a long black stretch limo pulling into view. As the limo comes to a stop, a stagehand comes out from the back and stands just in front of where the limo stopped. The driver gets out and walks briskly over to the passenger door and opens it up. Out from the limo swings a pair of legs, definately female, with the feet clad in a pair of white heels that wrap around the ankles. The passenger steps all the way out of the limo and is revealed to be none other than the platinum bombshell, the world's most infamous adult film star, Jenna Jameson. Jenna steps allthe way out and smooths down a wrinkle in the short white spaghetti strapped dress she is currently wearing. The driver pops open the trunk and pulls out her medium sized pink and white Louis Vuitton duffel bag and shuts the lid.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Limo Driver}�.�'�).���`> Here is your bag, Miss Jameson.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Why are you giving it to me?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Limo Driver}�.�'�).���`> Well, it's your bag and you ARE heading inside.....
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I know that, idiot. And you honestly expect me to carry it by myself? As if!
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Limo Driver}�.�'�).���`> I..well.......umm........
** Before Jenna has a chance to respond, the stagehand walks over and takes the bag from the drivers hands.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Gracious Stage Hand}�.�'�).���`> I'd be happy to carry your bag in for you, Miss Jameson.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Thank you. At least SOMEONE around here knows what to do.
** She glares at the limo driver, who gulps as he walks back to the drivers side of the limo. Jenna turns on her heel and follows the stagehand to the back entrance of the arena, which he swings open and holds open, allowing Jenna to step through first. He steps in afterwards and walks up beside her.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Gracious Stage Hand}�.�'�).���`> Any place you want this?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Put it in the Women's locker room for now. I'll find it on my own, thank you.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Gracious Stage Hand}�.�'�).���`> Right away.
** He walks off down the hall in the direction of where the Women's locker room is located, the bag clutched fairly firmly in his hands as he walks. Jenna shakes her head slightly and smirks as she continues to walk further into the backstage area. With each step she takes, she finds herself the recipient of many a stare from the various people, some staring in shock, while other, the majority of whom are men, stare in awe. Jenna walks over to a nearby water fountain and stoops down to take a drink. After taking a sip, she stands back up, taking note of the guys who suddenly snap back to what they were originally doing, not wanting to get caught with checking her out. Wiping the corner of her mouth with her right index finger, Jenna is about to continue on her walk when she feels someone tapping her on the shoulder. Annoyed, she whirls around and is met by the figure of UPW interviewer Michael Cole.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> What in the hell do you want?
<��`�.(`'�.�{Frosted Annoyance Michael Cole}�.�'�).���`> I..well....
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Spit it out already. I have better things to do with my time.
<��`�.(`'�.�{Frosted Annoyance Michael Cole}�.�'�).���`> I heard the rumors going around.....but I never believed them. Now I do.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> What are you talking about?
<��`�.(`'�.�{Frosted Annoyance Michael Cole}�.�'�).���`> The rumors that you had signed a contract here in UPW.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> You sound suprised there, Michael.
<��`�.(`'�.�{Frosted Annoyance Michael Cole}�.�'�).���`> Well to be honest......I am.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I know I shouldn't ask this, but...why are you so surprised?
<��`�.(`'�.�{Frosted Annoyance Michael Cole}�.�'�).���`> I just never pictured you to be a wrestler. I always pictured you.......well....you know.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> You always pictured me doing something else in front of a camera? Is that it? Well I hate to burst your frosted bubble Michael, but things change. The fact of the matter is....I'm here now, I've got my contract signed and I'm ready to get going. I'm ready to prove myself to the wrestling world.....again.
<��`�.(`'�.�{Frosted Annoyance Michael Cole}�.�'�).���`> Again? What are you talking about?
**Jenna sighs as she starts to walk away from Michael.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> When the time is right, I'll explain everything. Right now, I'm getting as far away from you as possible. Go try and find someone else to annoy, will you?
** With a toss of her head, jenna walks off further down the hall when she comes across another stagehand. Walking up towards him, she flinches slightly before reaching and tapping him on the shoulder.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Excuse me........EXCUSE ME!
** Looking up, the stagehand nearly drops the clipboard when he sees just who it was that tapped him on the shoulder.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Star-Struck Stage Hand}�.�'�).���`> Holy....you're.....you're Jenna Jameson! Man....I LOVE your work.....
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> *cutting him off* You and everyone else. Look, I was wondering.......
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Star-Struck Stage Hand}�.�'�).���`> I mean, I heard the rumors that you had signed here, but I didn't believe them at first. Now it's true!
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Ok first off.....DO NOT cut me off ever again. No one does that. Secondly, will you PLEASE tell me where the Women's locker room is?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Star-Struck Stage Hand}�.�'�).���`> It's down this hallway, take a left, and it's the third door on the right.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Thanks.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Star-Struck Stage Hand}�.�'�).���`> No, thank YOU. Do you need some help getting there? Because I can help you no problem.......
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I can manage on my own.
**Jenna rolls her eyes at the stagehand and keeps walking down the hall, her heels making a slight clicking sound on the cement floor. Brushing a strand of platinum hair out of her face, she rounds the corner and heads off down another hallway, following the stagehand's directions as best as she could. Every so often, she comes across the random people who work at the arena who all have the same reaction to her presence; they drop what they are doing and stare, mouths agape and about seconds away from drool escaping their mouths. Jenna smirks to herself, very much used to this reaction, as she nears her destination. However, she stops short of where her door is when she sees someone leaning up against the wall right near her door. This does not sit well with her as she walks up to the person, somewhat miffed.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Umm....excuse me. But......you're in my way.
**Jeff Hardy turned to face her, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly - seeming not to notice her looks.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Sorry, I was just doing some stretches...[stepping aside]
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Uh-huh. Right in front of my dressing room door?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Yeah...obviously. I didn't realise. Like I said, I'm sorry. If me stretching here disrupts you, I'll go and do it somewhere else. Its not a problem. Geez, get over yourself.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Wow. Talk about a rude welcoming party. I seriously hope that the rest of the roster doesn't share your....personality. I think they have classes to help that, you know.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Yeah. You're telling ME that I'm disrupting you by doing stretches, and its me with the problem? Just because I don't fall at your feet on sight.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Pity. Most men either do that or pass out due to the lack of oxygen to the brain. But don't worry. Over time, even someone like you will come around.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Sorry, but I don't think so. I'll go and do my stretches elsewhere so you can sit in your locker room and rest your ego.
**Jeff shook his head a little as he went to walk past her. Jenna stands there, her mouth slightly agape and a somewhat annoyed look on her face.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Excuse me? Did I just hear you right? You think I'M the one who needs an ego rest? Take a look in the mirror, bub. At least I have come to grips with my overall aura.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Whatever. The one thing I'm not is an egotist. I work for what I achieve...what do you do for it?
**Jenna waves her hand dissmisively as she rolls her eyes.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Yeah yeah yeah. Very funny. I don't have to work hard at all to have people do what I want. It's pretty rewarding, actually.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Then you know what?
**Jeff walked back infront of her and began to stretch again.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> I'll make you do some hard work if you actually want me to move - since you seem to think everyone will just give in to you.
**Jenna watches as Jeff continues stretching in front of her. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth as she folds her arms across her chest and taps her foot on the floor.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Yawn. So what, am I supposed to be impressed or something?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> No, you're not. You're supposed to go into your locker room, and leave me to it. Just leave a man alone for once. I'm not interested in you, you're not interested in me, so leave it.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Okey dokey then.
**Jenna turns on her heels and places her hand on the doorknob, but not before calling out over her shoulder.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Just..........don't come crying to me when people start questioning your sexuality, k?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> People won't question my sexuality - don't be so bitter because I can ignore you without my tongue hanging out of my mouth. Hey, feel free to prove me wrong Jenna - I'm sure you've done it to enough guys, I just don't see why you think its a big deal that I stretch outside your locker room.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Oh don't try and kidd yourself there Jeff. Sooner or later, in most cases sooner, they ALL break down into the drooling Neanderthal syndrome. You won't be much different. Deny all you want, though. It gives you character.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> We'll see then, Miss Jameson. [shaking his head]
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Indeed we will. Just remember........I'm right about these types of things. You'll see.
**Jeff laughed and just continued to stretch, looking her up and down confidently as he did. With her back still towards Jeff, Jenna looks down slightly and smirks. She slowly bends down and fiddles with the strap on one of her heels, which had started to come loose. Casting a sideways glance over at Jeff, her smirk grows slightly wider. Jeff took a brief glance at her ass as she bent over and smiled a little, but continuing to stretch, not seeming overly distracted, just turning around and cockily bending over back in her direction to show he wasn't affected. Standing up, Jenna glances over her shoulder at Jeff, who doesn't appear to be affected, at least to her, and shakes her head slightly.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Pretty soon, Jeff........pretty soon.
**With that, Jenna opens the door and steps inside, leaving Jeff standing out in the hallway. She shuts the door almost all the way, leaving it open just a crack.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> You wish.
**Jeff smirked cockily, walking away from the locker room. Inside of the locker room, Jenna peeks out and watches him leave, smirking to herself. Once he is out of her line of vision, she shuts the door and leans up against it. Laughing to herself, Jenna walks over to the couch where her pink and white Louis Vuitton bag had been dropped off when she first arrived and opens up a side pocket, pulling out a pink Motorola RAZR flip phone. Flipping it open, she dials a number and sits down on the couch, waiting for the other person to pick up as the scene fades to black.**
