There is nothing I can do. I was the one, after all, who insisted we make our own ways. Single stardom. No tag-team championships on Raw? Call in a favor from the boss, hell, he owes me one or five. Get a match with Billy and Chuck for Vengeance…although, knowing our luck at that particular PPV, maybe it's a good thing.
I have three main things to be afraid of. One. Jeff has gone nuts. This new extreme attitude, which by the way, I love to high hell, is eventually going to get him bottom-ised, hanging out with losers like D'Lo Brown, medium good wrestlers who're lucky if they get on Jakked once in a blue moon. Crash Holly, wrestlers who fantasize about the good old days of being an underdog and coming out on top.
Two. Our team. I've said lots of times that when I got into the WWF with my brother that my goal was to get the tag-team gold. We've achieved that a couple of times. But it's not enough. You've got wrestlers like Edge and Christian, whose careers drove parallel to ours for almost three years. And look at them; seven time tag champs, and they've already split up, going through so many personality changes it's scary. And what have we done? Five time champs, and we're lucky if we get a talking promo once a month. That's not where I want to leave the Hardy Boyz.
Three. It's a fairly well-known fact that once tag teams split, members either get pushed, or get lost. As much as everyone hates to admit it, E & C breaking up was the worst thing ever to happen to Christian. Lucky if he gets a match, now he's got to rely on cheap heel heat by insulting America, when his mother was American. Stupid Canadian. Shawn Michaels and…what's his name?…my point exactly. New Age Outlaws, Road Dogg ain't even wrestling anymore. My best friends Shannon Moore and Shane Helms; Shan's not expected to come into the WWF…WWE for at least another year, if not longer, while Shane's already gotten the Cruiserweight Championship. Even Booker T and Stevie Ray, Harlem Heat. And honestly for me, Hardy split'll be a lose-lose situation. I get pushed, Jeff falls behind and gets forgotten about. I'd hate that, people just saying on interviews 'Oh, and you have a brother that wrestles too, don't you?' Then if Jeff gets pushed, I'll fall by the wayside and lose what little superstardom I worked my entire life for.
Let's just say that the writers suck, alright?
_Three years on_
Matt closed his notebook, a stagehand calling his name outside the door. He walked slowly, knowing what was going to happen. Jobbing to a guy he'd beaten many a time, an easy win down the drain.
Jeff glanced at the crowd, body pumping. He loved this, this electricity that the audience gave him made him feel so alive. He glared at his opponent.
Matt glanced over at the man beside him, now quiet. "You sad?" he questioned abruptly.
"No," came the simple reply. "You?"
Matt dropped his head. "No."
Matt shot the man a grin. "You know brother, it's easy to think about the future. But think about the past," he said, getting up.
Jeff stared after him with a confused look on his face. He watched the newly-reformed New Age Outlaws with their shiny new tag belts, and Road Dogg raised the belt in a silent salute. He nodded back, knowing there was a time when the Hardy Boyz would break up. He grinned, shaking his head. Knowing there was a time when the new record holders of thirteen time world tag-teams champions would break up. But it wouldn't be tonight, or tomorrow. That was a long way away.
Jeff bounded after his brother, already formulating a ladder match to get back the titles.