It's been a year since that whole Matt thing went down, a year. And for a good six, six and a half months there was no Hardy Boyz, none. They wouldn't talk to each other, in or outside of the ring. Matt tried apologizing, but Jeff wouldn't hear it. Forget about me and him, he won't even look at me.
I can't begin to tell you how horrible I feel. I wanted to die. My guilt almost got the best of me a few time, a lot of times. The notes and apologies I sent to Jeff, all turned down. I can't blame him, I really can't. If that was me, I wouldn't talk to me either.
Paul took it really bad. He got to Matt first. He held him by his shirt collar over the balcony in Matt's room, eight floors high. When he got to Jeff, he beat him so bad for what he called me. Jeff had to sit a whole week out. He was mad at me too, and rightfully so. Everyone was angry.
I'd like to say that everything worked out within two weeks time. But, for a good six months, like I said, there was no Hardy Boyz. There is now, but it will never be the same. Nothing will ever be like it was. Unfortunately, that's the price we all have to pay.
The whole situation boiled over into our Alliance, there is none. Sure, we're still friends, but it just didn't last. I'm the only one who really talks to them like we used to. It took a week for everyone to feel comfortable around each other again. Everyone feels bad for Jeff, who wouldn't? They were so angry at Matt, it took more than a week for them to talk to him. But, Matt got back on their good side, somehow. No one really knew what to do around me. They were very angry, and ashamed, but at the same time, they were sorrowful. They weren't so quick to talk to me, but were always there when I needed them.
Unforgiven changed my life. The match was intense, Kurt Angle nearly rapped me, I came in the WWF Champion, left the Women's Champion, and probably had the best match of my career. But, I lost the love of my life that night. Nothing could compare to that. I would have given it all back just so I wouldn't have made that mistake. Not only did Jeff have to deal with the fact that the father of my son was his brother, but I had messed the relationship up because I slept with his brother.
It was now RAW. I had lost the Women's Title only once to Ivory, but one it back two weeks later. I am the longest reigning Women's Champion. I wouldn't be defending that belt tonight, but was in a Tag Team Title match with Chris Jericho. Chris and I formed a tag team after the downfall of Team Xtreme. There maybe a Hardy Boyz, but there isn't a Team Xtreme. Chris took it upon himself to build me back up, so to speak, and we joined up.
The Hardy Boyz lost their Tag Team Titles the RAW after Unforgiven, only because Jeff demanded it. There was just no way they could be the champs in that condition. Jeff's now the Intercontinental Champion. The Dudleyz were once again the Tag Champs, and Chris and I had a shot at becoming the champs for the first time in our careers.
"Ready?" Chris asked me.
"Yes," I answered. "Future WWF Tag Team Champions."
I obviously wasn't the WWF Champion anymore. Vince's final attempt to screw me came a month after Unforgiven. I had to face Triple H. I loved having that belt around my waist, but Paul deserved it more than me. I told Paul not to worry about the match. Go out there and fight me as if I was The Rock. He said he couldn't just do that. He said he would try his hardest to go out there and do what he had to. After he won, via Pedigree, he helped me up and hugged me, showing Vince, and the world, that it would take more than a belt to break us up.
Anyway, Chris and I came out to his music. Fans loved it. They were unaware of what happened one year ago. They had no idea why Matt and Jeff stopped tagging together. They assumed that they weren't all together, since the RAW after Unforgiven, but had no idea of why. They loved it when they saw Matt run down and help Jeff win a match, and when Jeff nodded back to Matt, they went crazy. Almost as crazy as when the boys tagged together again. I'm glad they have no idea.
Chris and I really established ourselves as a tag team to be noticed. We almost won the Tag Titles from Too Cool. It was our time now, our time to shine. No one was going to stop us now.
I got on the apron as Jericho took on Buh-Buh Dudley. My fighting took a turn for the better after I won the WWF Title. I started fighting men more, and even heavy-weights. After Unforgiven, things got even better, in terms of wrestling. I was the Intercontinental Champion for a few days, I was the Hardcore Champion for 24 hours, winning the first match on RAW and losing the first match that Smackdown.
Even Vince changed. After trying to screw me with the Triple H match, he came to his senses. He doesn't hate me anymore and is the reason I became Hardcore Champion. He starting to treat me like a main eventer now.
Jericho tagged me in and I went right after D-Von. My style stayed the same, be Xtreme. But I got more technical, more powerful. I studied matches of the normal main eventers, like The Rock, Triple H, and Stone Cold. I asked questions, learned first hand from them. I wanted to take full advantage of the opportunities that were given to me. A new Destiny emerged from Unforgiven. A new Destiny piled through personal wreckage and emotional stress. I didn't want to let anyone down, mostly myself.
Jericho and I double teamed D-Von until the ref told me to get out. So, I did. We wore the Dudleyz down, broke them apart. I was fighting Buh-Buh on the outside of the ring as Jericho had D-Von inside. Jericho then got D-Von in the Walls Of Jericho, and he tapped like a sonvabitch. We were the new Tag Team Champions. I slid into the ring, and jumped at Jericho. He held me up with one arm, the other hand held the belt, and he held me as I screamed, nearly cried actually. It was real emotional. The hugs were real, and everything. We had spent so long chasing the Tag Team Titles and now we had them. I remember it being very emotional. I had tears in my eyes, and Jericho had a tight grip on me. It was great.
I took my new belt to my locker room. Dwayne was walking down and came in to congratulate me. What sucks about all there is now Alliance, like I said before. They have their emotions in tact now, but it's not the same. And, like I said, I still get along with them, great actually. It was just very rough at first. Everyone wanted to kill Matt. They all calmed down now. But, Chris and Paul are the only ones I fight along side of now. And, I have fought other Alliance members, Edge, Christian, and The Rock on Smackdown. I have never fought a Hardy, though.
I guess it's a good thing there's no Alliance. The best storylines involved the members of the Alliance and our matches were always the best. Anyway, Dwayne and I sat down and talked about our match.
"You said you didn't mind tapping, right?" Dwayne asked.
"Nope." I answered.
"Well, that's how it'll end. After an intense match."
"All right." I said. "You said we'd go out there and just do it."
"Yeah, just go out there and do it. You do your signature and I'll do mine. We both kick out. Welcome to the world of the main event."
I smiled. "Thanks." And, Dwayne left. My new signature move was a modified Corkscrew Moonsault. I had Jeff's, but that obviously can't happen anymore. It didn't matter. I liked my new status in the WWF. Not being a part of the best damn team in WWF hurt like hell, naturally, but I like where I am now. Unforgiven gave birth to a new style, a new Destiny. It was the only good thing to come out of that whole situation.
Chris came in. He looked at the belt in his hands. He shoved my leg and smiled. It was his first WWF Tag Team Title victory, as was mine. It was safe to say we were just a little happy.
"It keeps getting better for us." Chris said.
"It has." I said.
"What's next? I become the Intercontinental Champion?"
"Would be sweet." I said with a smile.
"It would." He leaned back in his chair. "You got DJ tomorrow, don't you?"
"Yup." I answered.
"Just think, a year ago, this wouldn't happen."
"Do you have to bring that up?"
"Haven't talked to him then, huh?"
"No, I haven't." I sighed. "I've come up with a million things to say, but when it comes down to saying it, I forget. There isn't a damn thing I could say that should make him forgive me. I messed up, the worst mistake of my life. If I could go back in time, you can garan-damn-tee I'd change that. I don't care that I probably wouldn't have the success I have now. I just want Jeff back."
"He hasn't really said anything about that to any of us. He talks to Adam and Jay a lot, you should ask them. You know you messed up."
"Royally. It's nice that things are sort of getting back to the norm. Matt and Jeff are a team again, and y'all are talking to Matt again." I said. "Things are as good as they could be, I guess." I paused. "Why were you easy on me? It was just as much my fault."
"We weren't as mad at Matt as we made it out to be. The whole situation caught us off guard. We didn't know what to think, it seemed natural to us to get more mad at Matt. We were angry with you, we were. But, for me, I saw someone who had messed up, and knew it. I saw someone who needed so much help just getting through one day." He looked at me. "You know he's the one for you and he knows your the one for him. Maybe he'll forgive you. You don't know until you try."
"I did try." I said. "My apologies fell on deaf ears."
"Keep trying. Me and Jessica got into a fight once before, I won't say about what, but it takes a lot of apologies to fix mistakes. Trust me."
I sighed and started packing up. I showered and changed. Chris and I drove back to the hotel. Chris and I became very close after what happened. But, no one could take the place of Paul. He was my father. He will always be my father. After what Kurt tried, and when I called Paul, daddy, he really lived up to the part. Together, the two of them pulled me out of my depression.
What became of me and Matt? Well, we didn't talk for a month of so. But, that changed quickly. We had a son to raise. God, does Matthew look like his father. It was weird, and it was hard. We did the best we could. Trying to do what's right for out son. Matthew is all that matters to us. If raising Matthew was hard before, it was harder now. Matt and I took it one day at a time.
"I have to get Matthew from Laura and give him to Matt." I said as we drove along.
"Got to love stage crew." Chris replied.
Once we got back, I got my son. I told him he was going to see daddy and his face lit up. I went back to my room to get all of his things and then brought him to Matt. Both were happy to see each other.
"Hey, how's he doing?" Matt asked.
"He's all right. He's this close to walking and he's getting into everything. Have fun." I handed him Matthew.
"Congrats on the Tag Team Title victory." He said.
"Thanks."
"You and Chris really have a tag team going on. One day you'll be good enough to take on the Hardyz!"
"We are, but I've been trying to avoid that. Vince wants me to, but I just can't. Not yet."
"No, one's rushing anything."
"Has Jeff said anything?" I asked.
"Jeff wasn't the one to really open up. Now, forget it. It's amazing we're a team again."
"You've got that natural brotherly chemistry. It's a relationship that's stronger than anything."
"You and Jeff had something deep too. He'll come around."
"That's what Chris said." I sat down.
"You could stay here, you know." He said.
"No, I better not. It's not the best time."
"Oh, right." Matt said. "I'm going to keep him a few days."
"All right."
I left and went back to my room. I passed Jeff's room on the way to mine. I always knew what room he was in. I stopped at his door, ready to knock. But, I didn't. Any ideas I had on what to say were forgotten and I walked to my room.
When I got yo my room, I was all alone. I didn't have my son anymore. I sat in a chair and dazed off. The room was so silent my ears were ringing. When I came around, I found myself crying. I got up, washed my face, and changed into my PJs. I laid in bed looking at the ceiling. Sleep finally came to me. But, not easily.