Jeff Hardy, the Charismatic Enigma, walked the halls, backstage of RAW. He was on his way to inform Vince McMahon that he was leaving, and not coming back. He was fed up with the way all the other superstars treated him, fed up with every time he performed, putting his own body at risk, and nobody realizing what he did for the company. HE brought people in, HE made them jump to their feet when he climbed ladders and Swantoned other superstars, sometimes 20 feet in the air, and HE entertained these people.
"Hey Vince.." Jeff called out, knocking on his boss's door
"Door's open" Vince replied, not paying attention to who was coming into his office. He was in the middle of stapling some papers together, sitting at his desk.
"Mr. McMahon" Jeff called out again, trying to catch Vince's attention, which he succeeded at, when he lifted his head
"What can I do for ya, Jeff?" Vince asked, setting his papers aside, looking at the young Hardy
"Uh.. I just came to give you this" Jeff said, taking a step towards him, and putting his letter of resignation on Vince's desk. Vince read over it, and set it down, staring up at Jeff
"What's this for?" Vince asked him, unsure of what Jeff was trying to tell him
"I'm leaving" Jeff answered, shoving his hands into his pockets, moving his eyes slightly to the right. He couldn't bear looking Vince straight in the eye right now. As much as he hated the other superstars and officials, Vince was the only one he seemed to like
"But.. Why? You're one of my main stars" Vince said, folding his hands, placing them on his desk in front of him
"Oh come on, Vince.. Don't give me that. We both know damn well that every time I perform, everyone has their eyes on me, and I'm the best at what I do.. But these other hired goons you have, they do nothing for the company! They hit each other with chairs, and sledgehammers. Big whoop! I climb ladders, and jump on people from terrifying heights, but none of you can give me the time of day to see if I'm okay, or to say 'Hey, great match'.. No, they see me and smirk, and laugh.." Jeff said, now looking him dead on in the eye
"Jeff, everyone here is good at what they do, not only you.." Vince tried to reason with him, but what he said only seemed to make matters worse.
"Dammit Vince! You KNOW that I'm more entertaining than more than half those guys in that locker room! You know that I deserve championship matches! I deserve to go to Wrestlemania! But no.. You'd rather have some low-life wrestler like Rey Mysterio, who isn't even here half the time, go against the big league superstars, and give HIM title shots" Jeff raised his voice, staring straight at Vince
"Jeff, I get that you're mad, but you can't just walk out on us. We all need you here" Vince tried to convince Jeff to stay
"Then why didn't you prove it? If I was actually something important here, wouldn't you TRY to keep me happy? No, so.. There's my resignation, and I'm out" Jeff turned around, walking out of Vince's office, slamming the door
A couple of other superstars had heard the yelling and got curious, so they went to check it out. The only thing they saw now, was Jeff Hardy, walking away. And nobody was about to tell Matt, Jeff's older brother. He would go ballistic..