Chapter 7- Kicking and screaming all the way- Matt
Jeff wasted no time, nor did he hesitate to swallow down the thunder god who kicked and screamed all the way into his stomach. But trouble arose. Raiden was struggling inside causing Jeff to moan aloud. "Just eat Jeff. And make him too full to move, it will solve it" Kahn announced. He went one step farther in getting a swine man that he happened to have off hand. Christian watched as Jeff ate the beast without problem and his stomach ballooned out.
"Oh, so that's what you do with the pig guys… cool!" he said with a smile.
Jeff looked rather pleased with himself yet he still looked confused. "Why don't I feel filled? I feel like I could still eat," he announced.
"Oh, go with that feeling, if you can eat, eat!" I announced to my brother.
Just then the Deadman's arm came over Jeff. "I think it's time we head back home and play a game!" he announced. "You in the mood to play Jeff?"
"Wh… what game?" my brother asked nervously.
"It's one that Hunter and I just invented, it's called Stuff the Hardy Boy! We get you all your favorite and fattening foods and stuff you silly to torment Raiden! You in?"
There was a smile on Jeff's face. "I like the stacker burgers at Burger King, the more meat the better. Fried chicken, pizza…" Jeff began to name off all of his favorites and Beth's favorite food. Hunter was making a list as Kane went to thank Kitana and Kahn for their assistance.
"My brother has over stepped his bounds many times over, but this should make him think twice. So who's the blond kid?"
"Hey!" protested Christian.
"Sorry, all you Canadian wrestlers look like to me, all of them blonds" Kahn announced.
"Christian here wants to be a dragon!" Edge announced aloud.
Kane and I turned to him with a glare. He damn well knows what happens when you say something aloud to Kahn. He'll go and do it! Kahn only smiled as he brought Christian to his side. "You boys go on ahead, I will show Christian around" he announced.
Kane had a bad feeling about this, as did I. But we left to keep an eye on Taker and Triple H on stuffing my brother stupid. Not to mention inform Mr. McMahon he is one less superstar for a while.
Back at home
"WHAT!"
Well it was Kane and I that had to tell Vince what happened. He was peeved that Randy Orton was out and had to be filled in by John Morrison, but now to have Jeff out of the picture just threw him off his rocker. Kane suggested the clones he could make to fill in for the guys, yet Vince was dead set against it. "Fans pay to see the superstars. Not clones of superstars!" that's been his statement for a while, and honesty I could understand his position.
"Jeff can't perform, Raiden messed things up and well… I think you need to see for yourself" Kane announced.
Vince was adamant yet he followed Kane and I down the hall to a locker room. Jeff was sitting down and relaxed as we were shocked to the sudden visitor. Kratos had dropped by and gave a large, soft bed looking thing to Jeff. He didn't come alone of course. At his side was a nineteen year old looking MJ. Who began to look more and more like me! Vince stared between him and I for a while Kane just explained it was a long story.
Mr. McMahon's attention soon shifted to Jeff who laid down with a full stomach. "What did he do? Go on a Realm job?"
Kane sat Vince down and gave him blow for blow what happened to Jeff and how Raiden was behind it. It was basically what happened to me all over again. This worried Vince even more. "If that's the case… then… who…" he slowly trailed off as he stared at Jeff.
"That, would be Raiden" I whispered evilly.
Suddenly a glimmer came to Vince's eyes as he shot off his chair and stared at Jeff, he then turned to Kane and pointed back at my brother. "You mean… he's…" We just nodded to him as the mischievous smirk came over him.
"Jeff… Jeff" Vince whispered as he shook him awake. Jeff snapped out of his sleep.
"Huh… Oh… Hey Mr. McMahon"
Vince took a seat next to Jeff and looked him over oddly. "You look hungry. How about I treat you to something, something big!" he announced.
Jeff's stomach moaned aloud. "No thank you sir. Triple H just got back from Burger King. I ate God knows how many of those stacker sandwiches. And the Deadman had a friend in the fried chicken business. That was damn good chicken. I'm just really tired right now" Jeff drifted back off to sleep, in all honesty Vince looked rather hurt to the idea.
"How come I wasn't told earlier?" he questioned Kane.
"Sir, after his nap, I can promise you, he will be hungry again!" Kratos announced.
"That's how he was," MJ announced with a smirk. Damn the kid had Kane's voice.
"Ok, someone explain why I have a Kane sized Hardy boy!"
Kratos explained that MJ has a bit of my DNA in him, so he is kinda my son… sort of… I think… I don't even know how the hell this works! Vince then smiled. "How would you like to stick around for a while, until your Uncle Jeff is better?"
MJ looked to his father and gave him his blessing. "Ok, but I need to warn you. I am not like my brothers at all Mr. McMahon" MJ turned into his human form in which he looked like me still, yet what trouble us was that he wasn't kidding…
