FIX HIM, YOU BROKE HIM
Summary: Beneath the pyromanics and scripts of the WWF lies something much darker and Jeff wishes he never stumbled upon it, or is there really?
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Chapter One
Trent had a simple job. Stand back and get everything with his camera, everything. If it meant him standing with one foot on a fire escape and the other dangling in the air twenty stories above the hard concrete so be it. So when he was assigned to catch the 'who dun it' to Steve during Survivor Series he didn't break a sweat as he got ready in the parking lot.
This was, until he saw the huge black SUV barreling towards Steve Austin wasn't breaking. A sickening 'Wack' was heard followed by a bellow of 'Oh Fuck!' and Trent did the one thing no seasoned camera man ever did. Trent dropped his camera in horror.
Faintly he could hear someone shouting for 911 and hear the screech of tires on the pavement. Shaking out of his shock he grabbed in camera and was able to get the last flick of the SUV on film rounding the corner before it was gone.
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Now imma be hot whether I perform or not, I went from lukewarm to hot; from sleeping on futons and cots to king size, dreaming machines, the green fives.
As Jeff listened to the music, blond curls loose an bobbing, he couldn't help but feel this way. Okay he wasn't a main face yet… but he was on his way. Hell Vince had said so. Not only Vince, but the board agreed that Matty and him would be perfect for a new concept they wanted to try next year; TLC (table, latters and chairs) matches. Being a high flying duo tag team meant lots of surprises an while they weren't the only tag team high flyers in the game they were quickly becoming noticed by the public and more cheers than boo's came their way when walking down the ramp.
Now, to get the ball rolling Jeff had to do one small, tiny, little favor for Vince. It was no secret that Vince had others to do his dirtier of dirty work and it was also no secret that he loathed the ground that Steve Austin walked on. All little Jeffery Nero Hardy would have to do was give Austin a little love tap with a company SUV and drive like hell away.
Jeff looked out the rear view mirror at the camera man hidden in the shadows and towards the door that lead to the locker room. A guard was at the door an a few ring rats stood not to far away. Sighing, wondering where in the hell the rattle snake was, he flipped the radio until he found another decent station an stretched back into the seat.
If he ran over Austin not only would he be helping Vince he would be helping Austin too. See, what many didn't know about Austin was the his neck was pretty banged up; so banged up in fact that he needed to have surgery. So as far as Jeff was concerned it was a win-win situation for everyone. Vince would be happy to be free of Austin for almost a year, Austin would be able to get surgery an rehab in peace and Matty and him would be given more headliners and important matches, hopefully those more important matches would lead to a tag team title shot.
If only things were this simple.
So distracted by his thoughts he nearly missed Austin when he walked past the SUV. Large, black and nondescript the rattle snake didn't even give it a second glance, that was until he heard screeching tires behind him. Turning the last thing Steve saw before darkness was the blaring lights of the SUV.
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