I'm so excited to be getting my niche back for writing, especially since I watched this awesome promo between Jeff Hardy and Jeff Jarrett for VR 2004. After I saw what their feud had become, I had to write this story up. I still don't know what Kevin Nash and Scott Hall had to do with this, so if anyone knows please message me cause I have no idea.

By the way, I do have a Roman Reigns support fic in mind, but if I post it, people might think I stole it cause there are already two stories out there supporting him after his surgery. Just saying right now, on this FanFic, that I didn't steal the fics and I would never do that in the first place.

The moonlight shone on a shadow as the chest rose and fell gently, unbeknownst to the world outside. The figure murmured in her sleep as she tossed and turned, every few hours. A tap from a few feet away jolted the figure from its slumber, shooting up in bed.

Creeping out of bed, the young woman walked over to the door, thinking that it was hers that was being knocked on. Unlocking it, the woman took in the bright light, two shadows covering it ever so slightly.

"Scott, Jeff, what are you guys doing it's 3 am," said the figure yawning. The one called Jeff turned to her and hushed her. The woman thought that Jeff was playing one of his tricks, but from the looks of it…

"Petey, you're in on this too?" The girl cocked her head to the side. Petey shushed her again before knocking on the door. "Maintenance," Petey called like he was a maintenance man here to fix the cable. He tried again, no answer. He tried a third time, and when the door opened, Jeff and Petey went in, Scott in tow.

The young girl stood at her door frame, confused. She turned to go back inside, when she heard glass shattering from the room that the trio of men just went in. She ran in and saw a couch flipped over, glass on the floor, and Jeff and Petey beating up on a guest of the hotel. Her eyes widened at this.

"LET GO OF HIM! JEFF PLEASE! HE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS PRANK!" The woman's face was beet red.

"I'm just getting him warmed up for Sunday, Julieta!" Jarrett knew that she would see things his way once he called her Julieta. She hated that name with a passion, especially since she was Scott Hall's twin sister. She prefered the name Clara Daring. Scott wouldn't let her change it.

"What in the Sam Hell is going on-Jeff!?"

Julieta turned her head to see a woman with brunette hair with blonde highlights run towards the trio from the spare bedroom in the hotel room.

"Reynolds! This has nothing to do with you!" Jeff barked back at "Reynolds".

"Hell if it don't! Thats my best friend ya just assaulted!" She turned towards Julieta and smiled. "Thanks for coming so quickly to stop them. He could've been seriously hurt."

Julieta walked over to the beaten man. Jarrett and Hall made a beeline for the door. But not before Julieta spoke-"If there is one scratch on his head, I'm going to call the cops."

Jarrett and Hall escaped out the door.

Julieta gasped at all the bruises covering the man. For a short beatdown they sure did a lot of damage. He was bleeding out the side of his head, where glass was poking into. Julieta knew she had to wake this man quickly.

"Sir, sir!" Julieta shouted at the man in her Mexican accent. She dared not touch him, he could've still been traumatized. The man started to stir, groaning as the pain hit him. He opened his eyes a little, drawing attention to the two women above.

"Sir, you need to go to the hospital," she said soothingly. "I'm so sorry that happened, you can sue them for emotional distress." "Reynolds" chuckled at this.

"There's only one way to get them back and it's not with a lawsuit, its with payback."

Now normally, "Reynolds" (who is Ryah) is overprotective of him. But in this story shes the best friend.