Chapter 18: New Hardy

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Iris's POV

*Next RAW*

My attire:

Hair:

Makeup:

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Makeup:

Jacket:

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Jacket:

Jacket:

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Top:

Sleeves:

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Sleeves:

Sleeves:

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Shorts:

Shorts:

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Shoes:

"Last RAW my brother, Jeff, didn't accept Iris into our group

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"Last RAW my brother, Jeff, didn't accept Iris into our group. And I want to confront him. She is a great girl who I want in our group." Matt explained. I am currently watching RAW on the monitors. I'm gonna go out right now. I have to wait until my cue. I heard Jeff's theme. He walked down to the ring in his attire with a mic in his hands.

 "Ok, I don't want her in our group! She needs to prove to us she is worthy enough." He got in the ring. 

 "Jeff she-" My theme played as I skipped down to the ring. When I got in I giggled. I skipped around Jeff and Matt. I got my lip. Jeff crossed his arms and glared at me. The crowd was chanting 'Iris'. I smiled at the fans. Matt smiled at me. 

"What do I need to do to prove that I'm worthy?" I asked.

"Whatever your willing to do." Jeff shrugged.

"I'm willing to have a battle royal. Will that prove it?" I asked.

"It depends on how many people will be competing and who it is. How about a twenty man battle royal with whoever is willing to come out and take you on? Plus, me and Matt. If you win you'll be apart of our team." He smirked. Matt looked at him shocked. I can take 19 other men on. Right? Maybe. Hopefully. I bit my lip, nervously and nodded. I took out my gauges and handed them to the ref. 19 men came out. this is all the men.

1. Jeff obviously since he is already out.

2. Matt, Obviously

3. Dean Ambrose

4. Seth Rollins

5. Bobby Lashely

6. Jinder Mahal

7. Kevin Owens

8. Tyler Breeze

9. Finn Bálor

10. Viktor

11. Roman Reigns

12. Curt Hawkins, Easy to beat

13. CM Punk (A/N: I know he isn't on the roster anymore and he's in UFC but still pretend)

14. Bo Dallas

15. Curtis Axel 

16. Constable Baron Corbin

17. Dolph Ziggler

18. Drew Mcintyre

19. The scariest one yet, Braun Strowman

Everyone got in the ring. I cracked my neck and the bell rung. Everyone, including me, went after Braun. Our goal was to eliminate him first. He beat up everyone except me. Weird. He looked at me and picked me up. He tried to throw me over the top ropes but I hung on. I got back in the ring and again we all went after Braun. This time, being successful. Now time for the next threat, Bobby Lashley. Eventually it came down to me and Jeff. He was down and hurt. I went on the top ropes. Which was something that could've ended bad if someone hit me. Then I would've got eliminated. I whispered an I'm sorry and I did a moonsault. I eventually was able to get him over the top rope.

"And your winner, Iris!" JoJo announced. I smiled. Matt ran in the ring and I jumped into his arms. We hugged. I got down and jumped up and down. I grabbed my gauges and put them in. Jeff grabbed a mic and came in the ring.

"Iris, you proved yourself. Your officially a Hardy." He smiled. I jumped in his arms and hugged him tight.

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted. I usually post everyday but I'm going through some stuff right now. I hope you guys can understand. 

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