THE CAGE
Part Nine – The Discovery
*Disclaimer – this story is completely a work of fiction. All characters are owned by the WWF or are creations of the author. No infringement intended. Any likeness to characters or incidents described is purely coincidental.
"Matt!"
Jeff Hardy burst through the door of Matt Hardy's house. Matt was coming out of the washroom, drying his wet black hair with a white towel. Amy turned around from her seat on the couch, staring at Jeff with wide eyes.
"Aren't you still supposed to be in Discoveries, bro?"
"Shut up – where's the tape?"
Matt and Amy exchanged bewildered looks. A roll of sweat ran down the side of Jeff's pale face.
"Jeff, what tape? What happened?" Amy got off the couch and came over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Just calm down, what's going on?"
Matt also placed a hand on his back. "Are you feeling okay Jeff? You look kinda pale."
"Where's the footage of the Cage? Where's the fucking tape?!?"
Amy ran over to the vcr and picked up a vhs tape. "It's here."
Jeff sprinted over to her and snatched the tape, popping it into the vcr. Matt stood behind the couch with his jaw slacked open. He had never seen Jeff so frantic – minus the time that Jeff tried to hide his junior high school suspension notice from his dad. Except that was more panicked, this was just plain weird. He'd never been that excited to see the footage before.
"Jeff," Amy started off slowly and calmly. "What are you looking for? I thought you didn't remember."
Jeff ignored her and continued to stare at the screen, his face only a few inches from the monitor.
"There!" He shouted.
Amy and Matt both jumped with his sudden outburst. Jeff rewound the tape a few seconds and then paused the screen. "Look!"
Amy and Matt squinted at the screen. It was paused on a close-up of Kane's upper torso, his back somewhat turned to the camera. Jeff was on his knees in front of Kane, Kane's massive hands wrapped tightly around Jeff's neck. Jeff's facial expression was of pure anguish.
"What am I looking for?" Matt asked.
Jeff had an odd smile on his face. "Look at Kane's neck."
Matt and Amy both leaned into the tv to get a better look. Although it was barely visible, they could make out something on his neck, something small, black, barely legible.
"It's a tatoo." Amy stated.
Matt shrugged. "So?"
Amy also had a weird look on her face. "Glen doesn't have a tatoo on his neck."
It started to sink in on Matt. "So…that's not Glen."
Jeff nodded, wiping the sweat off his forehead at the same time.
Matt turned to look at Jeff. "Who is that?"
Jeff shrugged. "Beats the hell out of me."
Amy stood up. "Okay, this whole thing totally doesn't make any sense. The guy in the tape, the guy we were wrestling against the whole time, that wasn't Glen? So, if it wasn't him in the footage, then it might not have been him that attacked that guy either."
Jeff snapped. "Exactly."
"Whoa, whoa, hold up a minute." Matt stopped his brother. "But that was Glen in the hospital. I saw him with my own eyes, and it was him."
Jeff nodded. "I know."
Matt shook his head. "So what are you saying?"
Jeff shrugged yet again. "I honestly have no clue. But guys, something freaky's goin' on here. That's not Glen. But it's Glen in the hospital. Somebody obviously knows something that we don't."
Amy looked at the ground. "This is unreal." She looked up at the boys. "What are we going to do?"
Matt tapped his brother on the shoulder. "Did you tell the lawyer about this?"
Jeff guffawed at the thought. "Hell no. I told him I threw up in the washroom and was really dizzy. I said the whole lawsuit thing was too stressful for my fragile little mind. He said we could continue some other day."
Matt nodded. Then he looked at Jeff. "You didn't really say that, did you?"
Jeff shrugged. "The important thing, is that Glen's innocent. Someone's setting him up."
"Who?" Amy asked. "It can't be the WWF, they're getting sued because of this."
"I don't know. But we owe it to Glen to find out."