Chapter 3- the misadventures of Jeff Hardy.
That night forever haunted Jeff, upon realizing how temperamental the power was. Jeff figured he better be prepared incase it were to happen again. He as lucky there was a roof before, next time there maybe nothing to stop him! He had kept weights on his ankles and on his wrists. He ensured that there was additional weight in his bag.
He had gone a few days without a mishap, yet that all changed by Smackdown. He was coming out to the ring, when he leaped to get the crowd excited. It was then he started floating once more! Every step he took, was like he was on the moon, leaping great distances before he found his feet unable to touch the ground.
"SOMEONE! HELP ME!" Jeff screamed as he tried to get to the ground once more. He took hold of the top rope for dear life. JR was quick to reach under the ring and grab some rope, he tied it around the young man's waist before he pulled him back down onto the ring. Yet he wasn't going to stay put. Triple H broke character as he came out and dragged Jeff to the back like an oversized balloon.
"Duck" called Hunter.
"Duck?" Jeff went almost head first into an exit sign, yet the Great Khali took hold of the young Hardy and pulled him down in time. Jeff was stunned. "Thanks…"
Khali showed off his scar on the top of his head. "Painful" was all he said. Khali knew what it was like to hit head first into a stop sign. Hunter took Jeff to his locker room were he let him go and watched Jeff get stuck on the roof.
"Ok Hardy boy, start talking. How high are you right now?"
"Uh… nine feet, give or take?"
"How did this happen?"
Jeff shrugged. "I had a thing of ginger ale and then I started to float… JBL can vouch for me on that, same with Matt!"
Hunter knew there was more to this. He pulled Jeff down and pinned him under a steel chair. Triple H was quick to sit down on top of it, yet he barely held down the lightweight Hardy! Hunter needed help. "What are we going to do?" Jeff asked.
"Well I got thee options here. One, you eat as many twinkies as you can until you're firmly on the ground. Second, I put some weights on you. Third, I let you float to the roof as I go and get help"
"The twinkies option is tempting!" Jeff said with a grin. "But perhaps it's best we get our best minds on this. The last thing I want to happen is that I float away and never come back down!"
Hunter agreed. He got off the chair and let Jeff float to the roof. "Don't move, I'll be right back!"
When Hunter left the room did a loud thud followed. Jeff walked out as he brushed himself off and looked rather annoyed. He took the rope off and followed Triple H. They sought out the Undertaker, wondering if he had anything to do with it. Yet it was the Deadman who sought out Jeff.
They met in the hallway. Taker demanded Jeff where the black book was. Hunter stepped back and watched the two argue out what was going on. He wasn't about to drag himself into the middle of it. Jeff did confess that he DID have the book and it was in his bag. "All I wanted to do was fly!"
"Yeah, well next time. I'll have monkeys come flying out of your ass if you touch my stuff again!" Taker hissed as he dragged Jeff to his locker room. He ordered Jeff to go to his bags and get the book before it was too late.
"What's going on? What's happening to me?" Jeff demanded.
Taker told him the incantation he took was a tester. It wasn't intended to work, however since he had a drink of ginger ale, it's set off a reaction in the spell. "You're going to float until you can no longer touch the ground! We got to get you grounded for sure or else bye-bye Hardy boy!" Taker stated. "Now get my damn book!"
Jeff rushed out of the room to get it as Taker looked worried. Hunter noticed that look. "You don't know how to stop this, do you?"
"Not a clue" Taker replied. "We either stuff him with Big Macs and ho hos. Or fight weights to put into his pockets!"
Hunter knew he was in over his head, he may have to call Kane back to Smackdown to get this fixed before they have a wondering, flying, Hardy Boy!