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here is the chapter you've been waiting for, the beginning of Tournament
week. I hope you enjoy!!! The song in this chapter is by Eminem "Lose
Yourself"
Edge walked around backstage at the Wrestle Academy Arena. In all actuality the arena was the same place that they practiced during 4th period except that evening there'd be people there. His blonde tresses trailed down his naked back as he stretched his shoulders. His ring tights clung to him as he moved though he didn't feel them. He couldn't feel not when he had to deal with what he did, what he was going to do. Cracking his knuckles he closed his eyes thinking of Stacy. It was the right thing to do because it had to be.
"Edge!" Chris Jericho raced after his friend. Edge continued down the hall ignoring him. Chris glared after him wondering just what the hell was Edge going to do.
//Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity //
Chris turned around and went back the other way to find Stephanie. She refused to tell him what her gimmick was. It was really getting to him because he seriously wanted to know. He jumped up and down in excitement his match was in the hour and he couldn't stop the electric feeling. His entire body was on fire. He'd done a few shows in front of people at Heat and Velocity but not like this. The arena was packed and there was competition in the building. Vince McMahon was in the house and Chris really wanted to show up the old bastard and give everything he had.
//To seize everything you ever wanted.//
"Lita?" Trish questioned her redheaded friend. Lita was siting on one of the many steel chairs in the Wrestle Academy girls' locker room. Her chin propped on her fist; Lita leaned on the chair her knees jumping up and down.
"Nervous?" Trish asked plopping down on one of the benches
"I'm in a hard-core match with Francine." Lita said. "How can I be nervous?"
//One moment//
"You'll do fine!" Trish laughed. "You are after all the extreme diva."
"And she's going to feel it when I get out there." Lita jumped from her chair suddenly the stillness of her position too much for her. Pacing the room she barely acknowledged the fact that Hailey, Mystic, Stephanie, Molly and Stacy had arrived in the room each with black clothing bags.
"I got em!" Stephanie smiled and handed a bag to Trish and then one to Lita.
Trish opened her bag to pull out a pair of black and pink pants with Diva going down the sides. Reaching deeper in the bag she pulled out a white sleeveless button down shirt which would stop at her waist and a pink and black tie similar to the pants. She smiled at her outfit and looked at the others. Molly's was the same except hers was green, Stephanie's color was white, Stacey's were baby blue, Lita's were red, Hailey's were a bright yellow, and Mystic's were orange.
"Let's wipe the floor with those ECW Divas." Stephanie grinned confidently. She looked at Lita who had a crazy grin on her face.
//Would you capture it or just let it slip? //
"Oh we'll wipe the floor with them.and then some." Lita smirked.
"Well since my match is up first I better get ready." Trish said hurrying to the shower room.
************ OUTSIDE IN THE RING ***********
Vince McMahon stood center ring with Paul Heyman to his left and Linda McMahon to his right. The microphone in his hand was slick due to sweat. He grinned at the audience here to see the competition there were parents and friend's spectators and coaches. This was Wrestle Academy's night to shine. It was wrestling's time to shine. He stole a glance at his wife and she smiled encouragingly. Raising the microphone to his lips he looked at the crowd again.
"I'd like to welcome everyone tonight Wrestle Academy and Extreme Championship Wrestling School alike to this prestigious event. It is the first of its kind and I am honored as I hope every person in this arena is to be here tonight. I assure you that each match tonight will be one of a kind and will stand out evenly. Parents don't fear for your children because they've been trained by the best and will be competing against the best in their level. I'd like to thank our respective sponsors for showing up tonight and I'd like to thank each and every one of you for coming. For many of our students this is their first and last Tournament here. But for an overwhelming lot this is not their last. In the interest of competition." Vince turned to Heyman. "I say let the bodies hit the floor!"
Wrestle Academy students roared in approval as he said this. His pride and joy were on their feet and chanting things he wasn't sure of. Heyman began to talk and the ECW alumni and students listened intently at his challenge to the Wrestle Academy students. After his last words ECW fans and parents gave him a response much like what Vince had received. Once the ring was cleared a pretty young blonde got into the ring a mic in her hand. She glanced around her and smiled. The crowd hushed in anticipation as music hit.
"This match is scheduled for 1 fall making her way to the ring TRISH STRATUS!" She announced.
//His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy// There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready//
Trish walked down the ramp her cowboy hat on her head and her blonde hair bouncing. Her hips swayed and the people cheered in appreciation at her spunk. She smiled at the crowd and sought out her parents. She was overjoyed to see them smiling proudly at her. It was her time to show them just what she'd been learning. Posing for the people she felt every hit of electricity smash into her. Her heart pounded and her hands became slick with nervous sweat. Tossing her hat out of the ring Trish got in a ready stance for her opponent.
More music hit and out walked a dark haired beauty with a fire in her eyes. Another part of the crowd erupted and Trish supposed she was well known. The girl climbed in the ring and smiled menacingly at her. This was not going to be an easy match. Across the girl's shirt was the name Elektra. Trish took in a deep breath and smirked when the bell rung.
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
"C'mon Trish!" Christian glared at the screen on the television in the guys' locker room. The event was being televised across the nation. He watched Trish hit the turnbuckle hard and collapsed on the mat. Elektra rolled her up but barely got past one. Trish was being pulled by her hair to her feet only to be knocked back down. Elektra went to drop her elbow in Trish's chest when Trish rolled out of the way. Elecktra lifted Trish up and tossed her out of the ring. The ref began counting when Elecktra joined her. Trish cried out as her back hit the steel steps. Elecktra pulled up by her tie and repeated her actions. Christian winced but when Trish got to her feet with a hell bent look in her eyes he knew she wasn't giving in. Trish responded with the same treatment to Elecktra before pulling them both into the ring. He could almost feel her adrenaline pumping.
"Get up!" Trish kicked at the ECW Diva. Lifting the girl up Trish hit the Stratusfaction bulldog on her and rolled her up. A kick out after two sent her flying across the ring. Trish groaned and struggled to stand. Elecktra was on the top turnbuckle and Trish ran into the ropes causing the diva to land on the turnbuckle in a not so comfortable position. Starting at the opposite side of the ring Trish did backflips until she reached Elecktra. Wrapping her legs around Elecktra's head she tossed her from the top rope and then covered her. She smiled happily when the bell rang and the ring announcer said her name telling her she'd won.
Running to the back she was met by congratulations from her friends. She pumped her fist in the air a competitive grin on her face. Christian rushed up to her next and swept her into his arms. He planted a kiss on her lips that left her breathless. Jeff hugged her and she felt a rush of warmth pass through her at his touch. She couldn't help but wonder at the look in his eyes. Shaking her head and turning from him she began hugging each of her friends again glad that her match was over.
"Edge!" Stacey raced up to the tall blonde Canadian and stopped him in the hallway after Trish's mini celebration.
"Stacy." He nodded at her calmly holding back his emotions.
"Look we've done a lot of stuff Edge and I know what you did was wrong. But I-well-" Stacey faltered.
"My match is next." Edge interrupted.
"Right." Stacey nodded. "Your match."
"Bye Stacey." He turned and walked away. Letting his excitement for his last match take over him.
Edge walked out to his music and smiled falsely at the crowd. Not bothering to look for his parents he waited for his opponent stalkingly. This was his last match and he wanted it to be good. He waited and moments passed. No music started. His brow furrowed in confusion. There were screams from the crowed and he didn't know what to think. Just then he felt a heavy force slam into his back. Edge dropped to his knees. He could hear the ref yelling for there to be no interference in the match but then he felt a heavy object smack the side of his face. Edge groaned and fought to his feet. The bell rang and he came face to face with a short guy with black hair pulled back.
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
His crazed grin was like a cheshire cats and Edge wondered if he was to be the mouse. Edge soon found himself in a corner with the guy glaring maniacally at him. Edge didn't have the strength to fight. He just wanted the night to be over. He yelped, as his ribs seemed to be ripped to pieces. He was covered in moments and the bell rang his loss.
Edge walked back with sympathetic looks being tossed his way. It was apparent to everyone he wasn't out there to wrestle. Hell he didn't even try. Stumbling along he inwardly groaned to see Chris Jericho and Christian waiting for him. The pain in his ribs didn't ease the aggravation it just intensified everything burning within.
"Shut the hell up Chris I don't need your advice. I've made my choice." Edge grumbled walking past them. Chris stood shocked as his friend left him. The look in Edge's eye was pure hell and pain. Chris looked at his retreating friend and then back to Christian.
//Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope//
"We need to find Stacy now." Chris suggested.
"Jeff be careful." Hailey hugged her boyfriend close to her.
"Hails there's nothing to worry about I'll be fine." Jeff laughed kissing her forehead.
"Jeff.these guys are tough they do more than top rope moves!" Hailey said.
"Shouldn't I be telling my valet.to be careful." Jeff cocked his head to the side looking at her.
"I'll be out of harms way." Hailey sighed. Jeff hugged her reassuringly. Hailey looked out of the corner of her eye to see Mike hang up his phone a large grin on his face.
//He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him //
"Making his way to the ring accompanied by Hailey Flair, Jeff Hardy!" The ring announcer's voice rang out like a shotgun in Jeff's mind. All he could see was the ring. The big squared circle taunting him waiting for him to step inside the ropes. Hailey bounded down to the ring with him and he could have sworn he heard his father's voice. That didn't matter now. Jeff looked at the ring his green eye's taking in its every detail. He was going to win this match come hell or high water. Hailey kissed his cheek and stepped off to the side of the ring to the safe spot they'd picked out. Jeff jumped on the turnbuckles and grinned crazily at the crowd. He looked at the ECW alumni a crazy idea forming in his head. Placing his pointer and middle finger together with his thumb sticking out he pointed them at them each as if he was holding a gun.
"And now making his way to the ring. The Innovator of Violence Tommy Dreamer!" The ring announcer said and Jeff watched the tall shorthaired guy step into the ring an intense look on his face. Jeff liked him this was going to be one hell of a ride.
//You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo //
"I'll make you bleed." Tommy laughed at Jeff. The bell rung and Jeff swung Dreamer into the ropes pulling a drop kick. He lit into him starting with a moonsault. He didn't' bother to cover him knowing full and well that it would be useless. Pulling Dreamer up he shoved him into a corner headfirst. Dreamer surprisingly came back at him with a boot to the face. He went to grab Jeff's leg to drag him across the ring when Jeff kicked him in the stomach. Dreamer hit the ref who was behind him and was tossed out of the ring. The ref yelped in pain when his head hit the side of the ring.
"Now's my chance." Dreamer muttered reaching under the ring and pulling out a Singapore cane.
"JEFF!" Hailey frantically pounded on the mat. Giving up she slid into the ring and began to shake him. Hearing him groan she sighed in relief.
//The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar//
"Hailey get out." Jeff moaned.
There were yells of concern from the audience and Hailey turned around to see Tommy Dreamer with a Singapore cane staring at her intently. Her jaw dropped and Jeff shoved her out of the ring leaning on the ropes for support. Dreamer raised the cane and brought it down on the mat with no one home. Jeff flung himself at Dreamer knocking him down. His bearings back he began to climb the turnbuckle and looked into the crowd. There sat Gilbert Hardy tentatively surveying the match with horrified eyes. Jeff laughed softly before going into moonsault motions. He stilled when Dreamer caught him in mid air. Twisting his body around he pulled off a hurranicurana. Climbing to the top turnbuckle again he pulled out the gun and in a split second decided to do it with his other hand too. Letting out a primal yell he dove headfirst and landed on Dreamer with such a force.
//It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows //
Covering Dreamer Jeff yelled out his anger when Dreamer kicked out. The ref still out of the ring Dreamer stood to his feet and gripped Jeff by the hair taking him to the ropes and shoving his neck upon them until he was satisfied with the damage. Yanking Jeff back he let him hit the mat hard. Jeff gripped his head in pain. Hailey pounded the mat in encouragement. Dreamer exited the ring and reached under the mat once more this time pulling out a ladder he set it up next to the ring. Climbing the ladder with cane in hand his blood pumped furiously. Jeff was nearly coming to when Dreamer jumped with the cane aimed to hit Jeff across the ribs. Hailey gripped Jeff's arm and pulled him out of harms way seconds before Dreamer and the cane could touch him.
Jeff finally in touch with his surroundings made a beeline for the ladder. Climbing it with such a forceful resolve he could barely hear the screams around him. He wasn't trained to do moves off the ladder yet. Hell he wasn't even supposed to go near one. He laughed when he realized Al Snow would have his ass when the next day came. Pushing back his fears and the consequences Jeff did the "Gunz" and did a swanton off the top of the ladder. The ref finally sliding back into the ring was just in time to count to three as Jeff rolled up the ECW student for the win.
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
"And the winner of this contest. JEFF HARDY!" The ring announcer yelled excitedly jumping to her feet. The arena shook with cheers and clapping chants and yelling. The only voice Jeff heard was of Gilbert Hardy's disbelieving mutters. He looked pissed and afraid. Jeff's vision slid from him to Hailey who was smiling at him from the side. Jumping out of the ring she helped him to the back where he was met with whoops of celebration. Matt looking like he could kill him for his stunt.
"That's the way to do it!"
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
"Mr. Extreme!"
Jeff smiled to himself that was what he was? Mr. Extreme? He liked it; he liked it a lot.
Edge walked around backstage at the Wrestle Academy Arena. In all actuality the arena was the same place that they practiced during 4th period except that evening there'd be people there. His blonde tresses trailed down his naked back as he stretched his shoulders. His ring tights clung to him as he moved though he didn't feel them. He couldn't feel not when he had to deal with what he did, what he was going to do. Cracking his knuckles he closed his eyes thinking of Stacy. It was the right thing to do because it had to be.
"Edge!" Chris Jericho raced after his friend. Edge continued down the hall ignoring him. Chris glared after him wondering just what the hell was Edge going to do.
//Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity //
Chris turned around and went back the other way to find Stephanie. She refused to tell him what her gimmick was. It was really getting to him because he seriously wanted to know. He jumped up and down in excitement his match was in the hour and he couldn't stop the electric feeling. His entire body was on fire. He'd done a few shows in front of people at Heat and Velocity but not like this. The arena was packed and there was competition in the building. Vince McMahon was in the house and Chris really wanted to show up the old bastard and give everything he had.
//To seize everything you ever wanted.//
"Lita?" Trish questioned her redheaded friend. Lita was siting on one of the many steel chairs in the Wrestle Academy girls' locker room. Her chin propped on her fist; Lita leaned on the chair her knees jumping up and down.
"Nervous?" Trish asked plopping down on one of the benches
"I'm in a hard-core match with Francine." Lita said. "How can I be nervous?"
//One moment//
"You'll do fine!" Trish laughed. "You are after all the extreme diva."
"And she's going to feel it when I get out there." Lita jumped from her chair suddenly the stillness of her position too much for her. Pacing the room she barely acknowledged the fact that Hailey, Mystic, Stephanie, Molly and Stacy had arrived in the room each with black clothing bags.
"I got em!" Stephanie smiled and handed a bag to Trish and then one to Lita.
Trish opened her bag to pull out a pair of black and pink pants with Diva going down the sides. Reaching deeper in the bag she pulled out a white sleeveless button down shirt which would stop at her waist and a pink and black tie similar to the pants. She smiled at her outfit and looked at the others. Molly's was the same except hers was green, Stephanie's color was white, Stacey's were baby blue, Lita's were red, Hailey's were a bright yellow, and Mystic's were orange.
"Let's wipe the floor with those ECW Divas." Stephanie grinned confidently. She looked at Lita who had a crazy grin on her face.
//Would you capture it or just let it slip? //
"Oh we'll wipe the floor with them.and then some." Lita smirked.
"Well since my match is up first I better get ready." Trish said hurrying to the shower room.
************ OUTSIDE IN THE RING ***********
Vince McMahon stood center ring with Paul Heyman to his left and Linda McMahon to his right. The microphone in his hand was slick due to sweat. He grinned at the audience here to see the competition there were parents and friend's spectators and coaches. This was Wrestle Academy's night to shine. It was wrestling's time to shine. He stole a glance at his wife and she smiled encouragingly. Raising the microphone to his lips he looked at the crowd again.
"I'd like to welcome everyone tonight Wrestle Academy and Extreme Championship Wrestling School alike to this prestigious event. It is the first of its kind and I am honored as I hope every person in this arena is to be here tonight. I assure you that each match tonight will be one of a kind and will stand out evenly. Parents don't fear for your children because they've been trained by the best and will be competing against the best in their level. I'd like to thank our respective sponsors for showing up tonight and I'd like to thank each and every one of you for coming. For many of our students this is their first and last Tournament here. But for an overwhelming lot this is not their last. In the interest of competition." Vince turned to Heyman. "I say let the bodies hit the floor!"
Wrestle Academy students roared in approval as he said this. His pride and joy were on their feet and chanting things he wasn't sure of. Heyman began to talk and the ECW alumni and students listened intently at his challenge to the Wrestle Academy students. After his last words ECW fans and parents gave him a response much like what Vince had received. Once the ring was cleared a pretty young blonde got into the ring a mic in her hand. She glanced around her and smiled. The crowd hushed in anticipation as music hit.
"This match is scheduled for 1 fall making her way to the ring TRISH STRATUS!" She announced.
//His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy// There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready//
Trish walked down the ramp her cowboy hat on her head and her blonde hair bouncing. Her hips swayed and the people cheered in appreciation at her spunk. She smiled at the crowd and sought out her parents. She was overjoyed to see them smiling proudly at her. It was her time to show them just what she'd been learning. Posing for the people she felt every hit of electricity smash into her. Her heart pounded and her hands became slick with nervous sweat. Tossing her hat out of the ring Trish got in a ready stance for her opponent.
More music hit and out walked a dark haired beauty with a fire in her eyes. Another part of the crowd erupted and Trish supposed she was well known. The girl climbed in the ring and smiled menacingly at her. This was not going to be an easy match. Across the girl's shirt was the name Elektra. Trish took in a deep breath and smirked when the bell rung.
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
"C'mon Trish!" Christian glared at the screen on the television in the guys' locker room. The event was being televised across the nation. He watched Trish hit the turnbuckle hard and collapsed on the mat. Elektra rolled her up but barely got past one. Trish was being pulled by her hair to her feet only to be knocked back down. Elektra went to drop her elbow in Trish's chest when Trish rolled out of the way. Elecktra lifted Trish up and tossed her out of the ring. The ref began counting when Elecktra joined her. Trish cried out as her back hit the steel steps. Elecktra pulled up by her tie and repeated her actions. Christian winced but when Trish got to her feet with a hell bent look in her eyes he knew she wasn't giving in. Trish responded with the same treatment to Elecktra before pulling them both into the ring. He could almost feel her adrenaline pumping.
"Get up!" Trish kicked at the ECW Diva. Lifting the girl up Trish hit the Stratusfaction bulldog on her and rolled her up. A kick out after two sent her flying across the ring. Trish groaned and struggled to stand. Elecktra was on the top turnbuckle and Trish ran into the ropes causing the diva to land on the turnbuckle in a not so comfortable position. Starting at the opposite side of the ring Trish did backflips until she reached Elecktra. Wrapping her legs around Elecktra's head she tossed her from the top rope and then covered her. She smiled happily when the bell rang and the ring announcer said her name telling her she'd won.
Running to the back she was met by congratulations from her friends. She pumped her fist in the air a competitive grin on her face. Christian rushed up to her next and swept her into his arms. He planted a kiss on her lips that left her breathless. Jeff hugged her and she felt a rush of warmth pass through her at his touch. She couldn't help but wonder at the look in his eyes. Shaking her head and turning from him she began hugging each of her friends again glad that her match was over.
"Edge!" Stacey raced up to the tall blonde Canadian and stopped him in the hallway after Trish's mini celebration.
"Stacy." He nodded at her calmly holding back his emotions.
"Look we've done a lot of stuff Edge and I know what you did was wrong. But I-well-" Stacey faltered.
"My match is next." Edge interrupted.
"Right." Stacey nodded. "Your match."
"Bye Stacey." He turned and walked away. Letting his excitement for his last match take over him.
Edge walked out to his music and smiled falsely at the crowd. Not bothering to look for his parents he waited for his opponent stalkingly. This was his last match and he wanted it to be good. He waited and moments passed. No music started. His brow furrowed in confusion. There were screams from the crowed and he didn't know what to think. Just then he felt a heavy force slam into his back. Edge dropped to his knees. He could hear the ref yelling for there to be no interference in the match but then he felt a heavy object smack the side of his face. Edge groaned and fought to his feet. The bell rang and he came face to face with a short guy with black hair pulled back.
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
His crazed grin was like a cheshire cats and Edge wondered if he was to be the mouse. Edge soon found himself in a corner with the guy glaring maniacally at him. Edge didn't have the strength to fight. He just wanted the night to be over. He yelped, as his ribs seemed to be ripped to pieces. He was covered in moments and the bell rang his loss.
Edge walked back with sympathetic looks being tossed his way. It was apparent to everyone he wasn't out there to wrestle. Hell he didn't even try. Stumbling along he inwardly groaned to see Chris Jericho and Christian waiting for him. The pain in his ribs didn't ease the aggravation it just intensified everything burning within.
"Shut the hell up Chris I don't need your advice. I've made my choice." Edge grumbled walking past them. Chris stood shocked as his friend left him. The look in Edge's eye was pure hell and pain. Chris looked at his retreating friend and then back to Christian.
//Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope//
"We need to find Stacy now." Chris suggested.
"Jeff be careful." Hailey hugged her boyfriend close to her.
"Hails there's nothing to worry about I'll be fine." Jeff laughed kissing her forehead.
"Jeff.these guys are tough they do more than top rope moves!" Hailey said.
"Shouldn't I be telling my valet.to be careful." Jeff cocked his head to the side looking at her.
"I'll be out of harms way." Hailey sighed. Jeff hugged her reassuringly. Hailey looked out of the corner of her eye to see Mike hang up his phone a large grin on his face.
//He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him //
"Making his way to the ring accompanied by Hailey Flair, Jeff Hardy!" The ring announcer's voice rang out like a shotgun in Jeff's mind. All he could see was the ring. The big squared circle taunting him waiting for him to step inside the ropes. Hailey bounded down to the ring with him and he could have sworn he heard his father's voice. That didn't matter now. Jeff looked at the ring his green eye's taking in its every detail. He was going to win this match come hell or high water. Hailey kissed his cheek and stepped off to the side of the ring to the safe spot they'd picked out. Jeff jumped on the turnbuckles and grinned crazily at the crowd. He looked at the ECW alumni a crazy idea forming in his head. Placing his pointer and middle finger together with his thumb sticking out he pointed them at them each as if he was holding a gun.
"And now making his way to the ring. The Innovator of Violence Tommy Dreamer!" The ring announcer said and Jeff watched the tall shorthaired guy step into the ring an intense look on his face. Jeff liked him this was going to be one hell of a ride.
//You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo //
"I'll make you bleed." Tommy laughed at Jeff. The bell rung and Jeff swung Dreamer into the ropes pulling a drop kick. He lit into him starting with a moonsault. He didn't' bother to cover him knowing full and well that it would be useless. Pulling Dreamer up he shoved him into a corner headfirst. Dreamer surprisingly came back at him with a boot to the face. He went to grab Jeff's leg to drag him across the ring when Jeff kicked him in the stomach. Dreamer hit the ref who was behind him and was tossed out of the ring. The ref yelped in pain when his head hit the side of the ring.
"Now's my chance." Dreamer muttered reaching under the ring and pulling out a Singapore cane.
"JEFF!" Hailey frantically pounded on the mat. Giving up she slid into the ring and began to shake him. Hearing him groan she sighed in relief.
//The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar//
"Hailey get out." Jeff moaned.
There were yells of concern from the audience and Hailey turned around to see Tommy Dreamer with a Singapore cane staring at her intently. Her jaw dropped and Jeff shoved her out of the ring leaning on the ropes for support. Dreamer raised the cane and brought it down on the mat with no one home. Jeff flung himself at Dreamer knocking him down. His bearings back he began to climb the turnbuckle and looked into the crowd. There sat Gilbert Hardy tentatively surveying the match with horrified eyes. Jeff laughed softly before going into moonsault motions. He stilled when Dreamer caught him in mid air. Twisting his body around he pulled off a hurranicurana. Climbing to the top turnbuckle again he pulled out the gun and in a split second decided to do it with his other hand too. Letting out a primal yell he dove headfirst and landed on Dreamer with such a force.
//It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows //
Covering Dreamer Jeff yelled out his anger when Dreamer kicked out. The ref still out of the ring Dreamer stood to his feet and gripped Jeff by the hair taking him to the ropes and shoving his neck upon them until he was satisfied with the damage. Yanking Jeff back he let him hit the mat hard. Jeff gripped his head in pain. Hailey pounded the mat in encouragement. Dreamer exited the ring and reached under the mat once more this time pulling out a ladder he set it up next to the ring. Climbing the ladder with cane in hand his blood pumped furiously. Jeff was nearly coming to when Dreamer jumped with the cane aimed to hit Jeff across the ribs. Hailey gripped Jeff's arm and pulled him out of harms way seconds before Dreamer and the cane could touch him.
Jeff finally in touch with his surroundings made a beeline for the ladder. Climbing it with such a forceful resolve he could barely hear the screams around him. He wasn't trained to do moves off the ladder yet. Hell he wasn't even supposed to go near one. He laughed when he realized Al Snow would have his ass when the next day came. Pushing back his fears and the consequences Jeff did the "Gunz" and did a swanton off the top of the ladder. The ref finally sliding back into the ring was just in time to count to three as Jeff rolled up the ECW student for the win.
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
"And the winner of this contest. JEFF HARDY!" The ring announcer yelled excitedly jumping to her feet. The arena shook with cheers and clapping chants and yelling. The only voice Jeff heard was of Gilbert Hardy's disbelieving mutters. He looked pissed and afraid. Jeff's vision slid from him to Hailey who was smiling at him from the side. Jumping out of the ring she helped him to the back where he was met with whoops of celebration. Matt looking like he could kill him for his stunt.
"That's the way to do it!"
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
"Mr. Extreme!"
Jeff smiled to himself that was what he was? Mr. Extreme? He liked it; he liked it a lot.
