The parking lot was drafty and cold when Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley stepped out of the company endorsed limo out into the cold night air of the arena parking lot. Last week had been Wrestlemania, the biggest show of the year, so the buzz was still in the air from the main events of the show that had taken place. Stephanie visible shook with the cold that seeped into her heavy winter jacket. She supposed it didn't help that she was wear a short leather skirt rather than the dress pants she had on earlier in the day. Triple H liked it when she wore skirts to the events. Glancing around the parking lot, she saw many of the wrestlers vehicles but did not spot either her Mother or Shane's current mode of transportation. She sighed a little in relief and little in annoyance. As much as a visit from her brother tonight would stir up a fight, she missed his companionship. She hadn't spoken to him since before he turned on her Father in retaliation of his treatment of their Mother. It didn't help that he was hanging out with that Trish Stratus slut either. Stephanie internally groaned, she really hated that tramp. it wasn't her business who her Father decided to mess around with but she drew the line that whores. Looking over at the man next to her, Triple H smiled smugly at her and ushered her towards the entry door a few feet in front of her. She remembered when she had to remind him to keep his hands to himself once or twice with that same blonde. Her Father stepped out of the limo behind him and followed close behind as they made their way to the door. The show would begin shortly so she supposed it was time to get the ball rolling. She knew her Mother would be here at some point tonight to address them after the months of being held in a nursing home, so why prolong the inevitable. She hadn't been part of it, it had been her Father's idea but she couldn't say it was a bad one. Her Mother was always meddling in things that didn't concern her, like her marriage to Triple H. Why couldn't Shane and her Mother leave it alone? She'd decided over a year ago that she would make her marriage work rather than do as her Mother and Brother had asked of her. It's not that she loved Triple H, she cared for him but she wouldn't say that she loved him. She had come to understand his purpose. He had started as a way to get back at her Father for the years of overlooking her and her needs but somehow along the way he became a tool to make sure she continued to get her way. Triple H opened the door for her and she stepped inside, watching as the wrestlers closest to the door scattered to not be in the path of the super couple. Stephanie rolled her eyes at the sheep as they ran for their locker rooms. Shaking her head she slowly walked down the hall towards their office. In some ways it was easier to be the outsider, the boss but in others she craved the friendships and relationships she used to have. She missed not being the enemy and being included when something was about to go down. Looking back at all the closed doors, it reminded her of her life. Always blocked in.

"Steph?" Triple H asked at her sudden quietness. She only smirked, entering their office with her Father and Husband before their own door closed behind them.

Down the hall, Jeff Hardy sat on the leather couch that had been placed in their dressing room. is feet we propped up on the back of the couch and his head dangled off the front. in his hand, he held a small rubber ball that he was using to hit the wall and catch before it went over his head. Matt Hardy sat across the room, flipping the stations on the television, looking for something to occupy his mind while they waited for the show to get underway. Bump, Bump, Bump... filled his mind as the ball hit the wall and swung back into Jeff's open palm. Bump, Bump, Bump... He hadn't had a decent match in weeks and she was getting tired of the Triple H show that seemed to be taking place every night but what could you do to the man that was married to the bosses daughter. He thought back to when that could have been Jeff if he had played his cards right but somehow he managed to screw that up too. Bump, Bump, Bump...

"Jeff!" Matt finally said, frustration etched in his face, his southern accent at an all time high. Jeff caught the ball one last time and tilted his head to look at his brother in contemplation. "Can you stop that?" Matt asked, looking back to the television as he pressed the button on the remote again. Jeff sighed, turning to sat on the couch the right way when Amy Dumas walked in after getting ready in the girls locker room. Jeff didn't care if she got ready in here with them, since Matt and her had been dating for a while now and they had a bathroom but company policy stated that she had to get ready in the women's locker room. Jeff shook his head at the stupid policies and looked to the floor.

"Hey..." She smiled, sitting down on Matt's lap to kiss him quick. He smiled back.

"Hey yourself..." He said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear in a caring fashion. She tucked the other side to make them even and looking the television. "So, what's on the agenda for tonight?" She asked, taking the remote from Matt to stop his channel surfing. He seemed to shrug.

"Don't know yet, there's no matches posted for us. I won't be surprised if we don't wrestle again tonight, why should we?" Matt spit out bitterly. Amy frowned at his pessimism but didn't respond. it was best when he got in these moods to just wait for it to blow over.

"Okay, so I guess, I'm going to go see what Molly is doing..." She muttered before standing quickly to leave the room. Jeff watched her go before he began to bounce his ball on the floor to keep his mind occupied. Bump, Bump, Bump... Matt reached over without looking away from the television and grabbed it out of mid air before gripping it in his palm. Jeff contemplated how that happened and what to do now before leaning back and tapping his foot while he thought about what to do now.

"Jeff..." Matt started, now looking in his direction. Jeff only nodded.

"I know, I'm going." Jeff said before he got up to leave. Matt sighed with relief when the door shut and he was left alone with his thoughts. How his life would have been different if Jeff had just been able to hang on to Stephanie McMahon.

**Flashback**

The sweat dripped from Jeff Hardy's forehead as the blazing summer sun hit his exposed back and pulsed an unrelenting heat through his body. His brother Matt had gotten him a summer job moving equipment for the biggest wrestling company in the US but it didn't make it any easier to work in the heat, lugging large speaker boxes to and front the arenas. At this rate he would have rather been in school than be forced to do this kind of labor. Sighing deeply, he picked up another box and began his long walk into the arena. Matt passed him on his way back out to the truck and gave him a nod of approval. This was Matt's full time job, so Jeff knew he couldn't make him look bad by not wanting to work. His muscles ached from the days of heavy lifting without much of a break between but he would make due. Sacrifices had to be made to breaking into a business as competitive as professional wrestling. Jeff still had two more years at Union Pines High School but that didn't stop him from dreaming of the day that he would be on the road full time having someone else set up these speakers for his grand entrance. A boy could dream, he thought, finally sitting the speaker down and sitting on top of it to enjoy the air conditioning of the empty arena. He took a couple deep breaths, letting the cool air clear his lungs. Occasionally, he and matt had been able to get into the ring with a few big names to entertain the crowd before the show began but they would probably never make in on television. Hearing the banging of the ring springs from behind his closed eyelids, he imagines it was him bouncing off the ropes and into an opponent on the other side of the ring. He thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a box next to him and he quickly opened his eyes to see his brother standing over him. Matt's face showed his emotions too easily and he knew he was in trouble. He sighed heavily.

"Matt, why do we continue to do this?" He asked honestly, standing to walk back to the truck for some more items. Matt shushed him quickly, looking around for anyone that might have heard him. When he was satisfied that they were along in their corner, he pulled Jeff back the way they came.

"We do this because it's the only way to get our faces known. You think Vince McMahon just goes to any ol' middle of nowhere wrestling match to look for talent. I don't think so, when he's go so much talent knocking on his door. We need to get ourselves in front of him." Matt said, tapping his brother on the head before Jeff swatted his hand away.

"I've seen scouts at the OMEGA shows before..." Jeff defended, reaching the truck and lifting another box. Matt took one two and they made their way back into the arena. Jeff placed his box in the right spot and leaned on it, looking to the older man for his response. Matt sat his own box down then looked to Jeff.

"Everyone looks the same to those guys, we need to get in front of someone who cares to see the differences we bring to the table." Matt said with a groan. Jeff looked to the floor. He always listened to his brother in all business matters up to that point and he'd never steered him in the wrong direction so why should he think any differently now. Standing up to follow Matt, Jeff caught a glimpse of brown hair when a girl entered the arena on the other side, looking to the sweaty men in the ring before she glanced in his direction. She had on a light blue skirt and black dress shirt, her hair falling in waves around her round face. Her eyes were light blue and they sparked in the light that the arena provided. in her hand she held a clipboard and a pen but she didn't look old enough to be employed there. Maybe she was a summer intern, like the majority of the guys Jeff had met in the last month. She smiled brightly at him from where she stood before her eyes returned to the ring and her note taking. Glancing back in the direction that his brother had gone, he didn't see him anywhere in sight so he figured he had a minute before he would get yelled at. Walking quickly towards the girl, Jeff wiped his brow with the hem of his shirt and straightened in back into place as he walked. The girl saw his approach in the corner of her eye and bit her lips nervously, pretending to be watching the match that was taking place in the ring. She had been assigned to look at the wrestlers brought in from the talent agency and rate their abilities. Stephanie McMahon had been in this business her entire life, she thought she could tell who would be worth a match in front of her Father and who would not. She looked down at her notepad again and took a couple more notes before Jeff was able to reach her on the other side of the ring.

"Hello, Miss...?" Jeff started, hoping she'd file in the blank for him. Her eyes darted up from her paper and jeff was taken back by just how blue her eyes really were. He nearly gasped but he was able to hold it in so he wouldn't look like a loser. She looked him over for a minute before her eyes returned to the ring. Her Father and Brother always told her to not get involved with anyone in the business.

"My name is Stephanie." She responded, not taking her eyes off the men in the ring. Jeff followed her as she circled the ring to get a better look at what they were doing. Jeff laughed slightly, knowing the hard to get act when he saw it.

"I'm Jeff, do you work here?" He asked, watching her with curiosity. Stephanie shook her head.

"Yes but only for the summer. I have school in the fall." She said, still not giving him her full attention.

"Me too. We should go out sometime." He said before she turned to look at him fully. She gave him a look of confusion. She had only just met this man and he was already trying to take her out on date. Jeff realized what he said quickly and tried to retract his statement.

"I mean... We should hang out, like here, or something." He stumbled, not wanting to appear to forward. Stephanie actually had to smile at his awkward proposal. She had been asked out before but never in the manner in which he was taking. So maybe he deserved a second thought. He seemed to only be a manual laborer anyways for the summer, what harm could come from it.

"Jeff, is it?" She asked, he nodded, hoping he hadn't offended her already. He really wanted to get to know this girl. "Jeff, I'm kind of busy here but maybe we can talk later. My boss will have my head if I don't get these initial reports to him ASAP." She tried to make it should like she didn't want to have to part ways with him. He did interest her.

"Right, right, sorry..." Jeff mumbled, glancing back to see his brother starting at him from across the room. He cringed at the thought that he would probably get yelled at once he made his way back.

"So, later... I'll be around all night." She added, returning her gaze to the ring. He only nodded before he realized she wasn't looking at him.

"Okay, yeah. Me too." He added, taking a step back. She waved a little to signal their conversation was done and he needed to get back to work but she couldn't help her eyes that wondered back to his retreating form and the taller man waiting for him at the other end of the arena. She smiled to herself take a smile intake of breath and returning to her notes. Jeff made it back to Matt's side and hung his head not looking to fight with him.

"I know, I'm sorry..." Jeff started before Matt shook his head for him to stop talking. His hand went up as his eyes never left the girl that Jeff had been talking to.

"Jeff, do you have any idea who that is that you were just talking to?" He asked, not turning his gaze from the girl. Jeff sighed deeply. He knew there was something too good about her.

"Her name's Stephanie. Did you already ask her out?" Jeff asked, looking back to her as she circled the ring, her stocking covered legs crossed at the calf as she pondered the move she just saw.

"No, man. That's Stephanie McMahon..." Matt said. Jeff's heart seemed to stop at that moment and his eyes met hers from across the arena. She smiled only slightly at him before she returned to her job.

"No way..." Jeff seemed not to want to accept the idea that he just hit on the boss's daughter.

"Oh Yes, little brother." Matt confirmed patting him on the shoulder before he turned to leave.

Coming back to reality Matt picked up the magazine next to him on the table. it was the swim suit magazine that Lita had won the cover for. He took a deep breath in and held it. He was so proud of how far they'd come in their relationship and in their careers. Let Jeff worry about the bridges he'd burned, Matt thought with a sigh.

The event that led to Jeff and Stephanie being forced to acknowledge each other had started out early that night. Linda McMahon was fed up with her husband's scheming and cheating and she had given his an ultimatum. It was now or never she dealt with the man she had sworn to love forever. Showing up in the ring that night she had told Vince she wanted a divorce, which was the event that started this whole situation. She was tired of the other women, the way he treated her and their children and she'd had enough. Wrestlemania had just been a week ago, Stephanie thought, the memories of her brother and Father's fight still fresh in her mind and the fact that she had been forced to side with her father because he would give Hunter another title shot if she did. If Triple H held the title than she held a few cards to play, if not than she was at the mercy of everyone else. She would not be weak, and she would not be dependent on someone else ever again in her life but somehow it had become that way. It was always about Hunter.

The bickering couple in the ring had sparked a new hope in Amy Dumas as she stood in the locker room watching the scene unfold in the ring and silently cheering Linda on. Amy had bolted for the parking lot to speak with Linda before she could leave after the segment was over. she just couldn't contain how much she idolized the McMahon matriarch.

"Mrs. McMahon, I just wanted to tell you, I thought what you said out there was inspiring and say thank you." amy boosting, watch as the older woman smiled graciously at her. Linda nodded a little, knowing she was in a rush to get back to the home office and get the paperwork drawn up.

"Well, thank you Lita but I have to get going."Amy nodded in her understanding and backed away so the limo could go before being pushed out of the way forcefully by an angry Vince McMahon He was crazed and started to pound on the windows and trying to get his wife's attention as the limo drove away. Amy watched the scene with interest, trying not to stare. Turning his frustration back to the woman still standing in the parking lot, Vince's face flared with heat.

"Inspiring?" He questioned, his face one of extreme anger. Amy's face turned to embarrassment and she stammered for an answer.

"Well, Yeah.." She tried not to sound too excited about the events that had happened in the ring. She turned her face down to the ground as Vince stepped closer.

"Shut up.." Vince cut her off before she could try to explain herself any further. " You know what I think is inspiring you and my daughter Stephanie in the ring tonight." His salvia seeped from his mouth as he talked he was so angry. Amy sighed a little in relief, she thought it was going to be worse but she could take the pampered princess any night of the week.

"In fact, you can bring the Hardy Boyz with you because tonight we'll see a six person match, you and the Hardy boys vs. Stephanie, Triple H and Stone Cold Steve Austin." He spit out close to her face. Amy's face paled, she knew she was in for it now. She was at a loss for words, Matt and Jeff were going to kill her for getting them into this. She turned quickly on her heels and made her way down the hall before he could give them anymore punishment.

Vince had immediately ran back to the dressing room, where Stephanie and Triple H were waiting for him to try to talk their way out of the match. Vince completely ignored them, much to Stephanie's dismay and ran from the room once his bags were collected. Stephanie, left to wonder what she could do to get out of this match, sat heavily on the couch.

"How am I supposed to fight in this?" She asked, looking down at her skirt in contemplation. Triple H just glared at her.

"Your Father..." Triple H had glared from the doorway before he stormed out. looking down at the pink the leather skirt she wore, Stephanie reached for her cell phone to call for her driver to bring her her gym bag from the hotel room.

Amy Dumas walked meekly into the Locker room that the Hardyz were currently occupying. Her eyes remained on the ground as she let the door close behind her and she stopped in front of them. Jeff had returned to his previous position, upside down on the couch, this time his hat pulled down over his eyes. Matt sat across from him, the Divas swimsuit edition opened to one of her favorite photos of herself. She tried to smile slightly, stepping closer to Matt.

"Are you mad?" She asked quietly. Matt looked up at her, a smile playing on his lips as he did. He reached a hand out to hers and pulled her down into his lap with a groan.

"What? About last night?" He asked, playfully. Jeff snorted, trying to hold in a laugh and not listen to their conversation. Amy smiled only slightly before shaking her head.

"No, about the match..." She said, looking down at her hands. Matt looked to her. confusion marking his face.

"What match?" He asked, sitting the magazine down on the table and moving her from his lap. Amy sighed, pulling her legs from on top of his and looked for the first time to the TV that had been on when she left earlier.

"You weren't watching?" She asked, looking again to Jeff. He remained listening but had not moved from his spot on the couch.

"No..." He questioned now with interest. Amy seemed to wince at his response before looking down again.

"We have a match with Stephanie, Triple H and Steve Austin... tonight..." She almost mumbled, not wanting to say it out loud. Matt's face flushed of all the color.

"What? What happened?" Matt asked, trying not to get angry.

"I don't know..." Amy started to get anxious. "I went to catch Mrs. McMahon before she left to tell her she was inspiring and..." Matt almost immediately cut her off, resting his face into the palm of his hand.

"Oh, tonight's going to be inspiring to say the least..." He said with a heavy sigh. His eyes moved to his brother, who had yet to voice his opinion on the match. "What do you think about this, Jeff?" He asked, waiting for a response. jeff flipped his hat up from over his eyes and moved to sit the right way on the couch.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked as Amy cringed more. Usually she at him on her side at least. "I love it, I should go thank Vince myself..." Jeff said with a hint of revenge in his eyes, "I mean Stone Cold and Triple H aren't a team, we are. We're Team Extreme." Amy and Matt both nodded in agreement at his statement. "So I say we go out there and we fight Stone Cold, Triple H and Stephanie and we beat Stone Cold, Triple H and Stephanie..." He said waiting for their agreement. Matt nodded, throwing his hand out for their all hands in signal. Amy and Jeff quickly followed before they stood to go get ready. Jeff took a deep breath in, watching Matt and Amy head for the changing rooms before he rubbed a hand over his face in contemplation.

**FLASHBACK**

Jeff walked quickly into the building, following close behind Matt as they moved towards the locker room. Matt was actually going to wrestle that night in a dark match but he was still going to wrestle. Jeff didn't really care about Matt's match. Sure it was great and all but it just got him a reason to be there other than loading boxes and speakers, he could actually relax and watch the show for once. She was standing by the curtain, they're usual meeting place when he spotted her 20 minutes later, dressed to the nines again, her stocking covered legs crossed at the calf as she tried to pay attention to the man speaking to her. There was something different about her than the last time he'd seen her. The way her hair hung against her neck and she brushed it back away from her face with each laugh. She was talking to one of the younger wrestlers, trying to sound interested as he rambled on about his signature move to try to impress her. It was lame, Jeff thought in his head, still unable to take his eyes off the beauty standing in the light as it streamed though the curtains for the test run of the entrance music. Maybe the difference was he knew her so well now, through the stole time they'd managed to make. He approached confidently, her eyes lighting up when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye.

"Jeff!" She exclaimed, smiling widely before gripping him in a tight embrace against her chest. He was shocked at first before returning the hug, pulling her a little closer still and giving the man a look to revival her Father's. The wrestler she'd been talking to turned and moved away, a defeated look on his face as his shoulders slumped. Jeff smiled a little, pulling her back to look at her.

"Hi.." He finally managed to get out looking to her face for the first time.

"Hey… I didn't know you were going to be here tonight.." She whispered, not wanting anyone to take notice of them. He smiled,

"You did, too. I told you the other night." He played, as she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Yeah, you caught me." She played back, looking up into his eyes. Her smiled was just as beautiful as she was, he thought, watching her pale pink lips move as she talked. The way they moved with each new word, he wanted to reach out and touch them.

"Jeff…" Her voice brought him back.

"Sorry.." He mumbled, letting go of her arm that he'd been gripping.

"I was just asking, if Dad had let you do a match yet?" She asked again, confused on why he was now turned away from her. She had done her best to stick reports of his matches under her Father's nose but to no avail.

"Nah, just a few dark matches here and there." He stated, tucking his hands in his pockets nervously.

"Oh." Her mouth turned up as the conversation went silent. Jeff's mind searched for something to say to keep his mind off the thoughts that had been running through it. He couldn't fall for her. He couldn't let this happen, Matt would kill him.

"So, Steph. My birthday's next week. Are you guys still going to be in town?" He asked hopefully. Her eyes turned down in contemplation.

"I don't know. It depends on my Mom really, we're staying to visit some relatives." She softly whispered.

"Oh, oh, I understand." He said looking down the hall to the people moving about.

"Let's get out of here?" She asked, taking his hand in her own and moving towards the door quickly. Daman the consequences, she wanted to spend some time with him.

"I brought my bike." Jeff said as they walked quickly through the building, their hands remaining locked together. Stephanie pushed Jeff around a corner, seeing her Father come out of his office.

"Sorry.." She whispered, their lips closely together as she pressed her body against his in the darkened corner, waiting for her father to pass. "If he saw us together…" She whispered, peeking out to make sure he was gone down the hall. Jeff took her hand in his again and moved them down the opposite hall.

"I know a place we can go." He said, moving them to the door quickly.

**Flashback**

Jeff came back to reality as he stared across the ring at the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Just his luck that instead of the calm quiet night he had anticipated, Amy Dumas just couldn't keep her mouth shut. Stephanie McMahon glanced at him, feeling his eyes pulse into her, his judgmental stare making her squirm under its scrutiny. She pushed the thought from her head and looked at her strong husband, who stood in between her and her former lover. This hadn't been how Stephanie had envisioned this night to turn out either but here she was. Her Father had forced this match on her without even a chance to weasel out of it. She could think of a million reasons why she shouldn't be in this match, the first of many, the man staring across the ring at her. What if she ended up in the ring with him? What if he ended up in the ring with her? Would he really hurt her? She'd try to get away as quick as she could but would it be fast enough. He had more than enough reason to want to see her suffer. They stared at each other for a moment longer before the bell sounded and Triple H turned to Stephanie, his eyes looking to her tightly gripped hands on the ring rope where she stood.

"Okay, I'm not letting you get into this." He said holding open the ropes for her as she got out of the ring and stepped onto the apron with Steve Austin. She took one glance at him before she looked back at her husband. The two of them had talked low in hushed tones about the match before they had left the locker room and had deliberityly not included her in the conversation telling her they were done when she asked to be included. Stephanie didn't say anything just shook her head in response to Triple H's warning to stay out of it, too caught up in her thoughts to even comprehend what was being said or done. She didn't have a good feeling about this match but then again, when did she when their was a chance she could be fighting. Jeff started the match against Triple H, his eyes sizing up his opponent and silently cursing his would be sister-in-law and her big mouth. it would be epic if he could actually beat team but he wasn't counting on it. He took a glance at Stephanie as Triple H circled him, trying to pin point his weakness. Stephanie stared blankly at the men in the ring and wanted to yell out to stop the fight completely. She knew what Triple H could do to Jeff. He'd never had reason to before but Stephanie had sent a fair share of opponents Jeff's way to make his life miserable. She looked down, knowing she had been wrong to do that but there was nothing she could about the past now so she's have to deal with it. A sigh escaped her lips and Stone Cold glanced her way, wondering what had gotten into her. She couldn't let her personal feelings get in the way of business again. She'd taken out her anger for the life she had been forced to lead on her Father first with her marriage to Triple H and then her entire family. She'd created the McMahon-Helmsley Era and reigned havoc throughout the federation but she still didn't feel any better about herself. She felt worse to be truthful.

Stephanie's eyes focused back on the ring and she took a deep breath in. Her eyes found him staring at her and she wonder what could have happened between them if their fate had been different. She sighed deeply, turning away from his unrelenting stare and looking down at her shoes. It was then Amy made her attack. The ring had broken out into chaos when Amy came shooting across the ring and flipped Stephanie unto the mat. She wasted no time in giving her the twist of fate and Stephanie didn't remember anything else after that except the pounding in her head and the muffled voices around her where she lay. Jeff saw Stephanie go down and threw HHH into the steel steps in anger. He needed to make sure he stayed down long enough to let Amy get the win. The count started and the bell rung shortly after. Amy had won the match by the time Jeff looked up again. Austin took that moment to hit him from behind with a chair from the announcers table. There was a commotion in the ring and Jeff crawled back in as Stephanie began to stir. their eyes met for a brief moment before Jeff was hit in the head with another chair and he feel unconscience on the side of the ring. Stephanie crawled to the corner, watching the chaos as it unfolded in front of her. Hunter and Austin began to beat down Amy and Matt relentlessly without abandonment. She looked away in horror, why were they doing this? Was it because she had lost the match? Matt and Amy had done nothing wrong but win fairly. She heard the crack of metal on flesh and pulled herself out of the ring to slump to the ground just outside. She was going to be sick. Austin's music hit and Stephanie looked back in the ring to see her former friends bloody, battered and unconscious in the ring with Austin and her husband standing over them in defeat. She looked away again, Hunter coming around the ring to pick her up off the floor and lead her out of the arena. She limped along side of him, still not fully believing the bodies that remained in the ring as she left.

She didn't understand what had really happened but she wasn't about to ask questions to the two crazed men leading her out of the arena. They left quickly and got in the limo to drive off before anyone stirred or came after them. It would no doubt be a brawl for what they did to Matt and Amy. Jeff saw them go as he was being helped to the back for medical attention. He couldn't walk on his own and he knew Matt and Amy were in much worse shape than him. His eyes found the titantron for a moment to see medics loading his brother on a stretcher. The scene changed to that of a limo leaving quickly from the parking garage as he limped up the ramp, making it to the curtain. He immediately removed the man under his arm and started for his locker room. There would be hell to pay on Smackdown, he was sure of that. If it was the last thing he did, he would take out Triple H and Austin for what they did to his family.

"Sir.." The doctor said but Jeff refused the attention and grabbed his bag to leave the building for the next town.