Author's Note: I do not own Matt or Jeff Hardy, nor am I in any way
affiliated with Titan Entertainment, WWE, or any of its subsidiaries. This
story is strictly for entertainment purposes.
TRAGEDY
Chapter 4: A Visit from Mr. MacMahon
As the hours passed, Samantha's house became a hot bed of activity; the phone rang nonstop and her home was now filled with friends and neighbors who had heard the news and wanted to offer their condolences and support. Samantha was still in a daze; her mind had blocked out the world around her.
People had long ago stopped talking to her, realizing she would not acknowledge them. It was not that she meant to be rude. She simply couldn't accept what they had to say. She was determined to keep Matt with her as long as possible. She knew that she must accept his absence, but her heart was not ready to embrace the reality. All these years, Samantha had been terrified that he would suffer some severely debilitating injury in the ring. She spent so much time tying herself into knots as she winded through every match. A plane crash was the furthest thing from her mind.
Jeff was wondering about the house, greeting people, occasionally stopping into the living room to check on Samantha. There was a knock at the front door. Jeff moved through the foyer and opened the door.
Mr. MacMahon greeted him, his face drawn and emotionless. "Jeff, I'm so sorry." He said as he embraced Jeff.
"Thanks for coming, Vince." Jeff responded as they broke apart.
"How are you holding up, son?"
"A lot better than Sam. She's taking it a lot harder than I thought she would."
"How is she?" Mr. MacMahon asked, his concern obvious in his voice.
Jeff peeked into the living room. Whispering low, "Not so good. She's cut herself completely off. She hasn't spoken for some time now. I'm honestly worried about her and I don't really know what to do now."
"Do you mind if I try talking to her?" Mr. MacMahon asked.
"Sure, please, go ahead. Can I get you anything, coffee?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, a cup of coffee would be great. Black, please."
Jeff turned and stated for the kitchen, leaving Mr. MacMahon in the foyer, looking in on Samantha. He moved into the living room, around the couch and seated himself on the coffee table before Samantha. She continued to stare off into the distance without making not of his presence.
"Samantha?" Mr. MacMahon said, trying to get her attention.
Samantha's expression did not change. She was still deep in thought.
"Sam?" He asked again, this time placing his hand on hers.
Samantha glanced over at him, not realizing who was in front of her at first. After a moment, a brief smile crossed her lips. "Mr. MacMahon. Hello. How are you? What brings you all this way?" She asked, seemingly oblivious to the day's events.
Mr. MacMahon smiled brightly; glad to see the momentary change in her. "I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing?"
The kindness he displayed with her was something few had the privilege to witness. The sentiment caused tears to well in her eyes again. She choked them back as she spoke. "I'm fine. Everything's okay."
"Darling, I am so sorry. Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Thank you, but there is nothing for you to be sorry for. Nothing has happened." Samantha lowered her head and focused on the carpet beneath her feet.
Mr. MacMahon brought his hand to her face and gently brushed across her cheek. "So strong." He whispered low. "If you need anything, promise you'll let me know."
"Sure." She said, keeping her head down.
Mr. MacMahon sighed as he looked up, noticing Jeff standing in the foyer holding a coffee cup. Mr. MacMahon lightly ribbed Samantha's shoulder as he got up from the coffee table and walked to meet Jeff in the foyer.
Jeff offered the cup to Mr. MacMahon. Mr. MacMahon took the cup from him and motioned for them to move into the dining room. Mr. MacMahon glanced about the room and remarked on Samantha's taste. He had always known she was a high-class girl and was impressed with the way she had decorated the dining room. The room was decorated in a very traditional manner and one could tell it was actively used as a formal dining room, quite different from the sparsely furnished, unused room that had been in Matt's bachelor pad.
"Jeff, I can see why you would be worried. She doesn't seem to be doing too well at all." Mr. MacMahon started.
"Did she talk to you?" Jeff asked.
"Yes, a little. She refuses to ack . . ."
"Acknowledge he's gone?" Jeff finished for him.
Mr. MacMahon looked away from him.
"Vince, it's fine. You're right, she hasn't. I don't think I have either. I'm sure I'll have a breakdown later, but I want to make sure she gets through this. The news hit her hard."
"You're a good friend, Jeff." Mr. MacMahon placed his arm around Jeff's shoulder.
"Kelly, Dad and I are her only family now. She needs us."
"And how is Kelly?"
"She's okay. She's worried sick about Sam, but she's holding it together. I know she wishes she could do more."
"If there is anything you need, just let me know. Jeff, I want to tell you something. Matt and I have been doing a lot of talking . . . about bringing you back in to the company. If you were interested, we'd love to have you. You don't have to answer now. Think about it. Take as much time as you need. There will always be a spot open for you."
"Thank you, Vince. I appreciate you thinking of me." Jeff was blown away by his offer. Life in the WWE had been difficult without Matt. He had lost his focus and in the end, he left. The time off had given him a chance to find his center and realize how much he truly loved wrestling.
"Well Jeff, I had better get going."
"Thank you for stopping by. I know Sam was glad to see you." Jeff took the coffee cup from Mr. MacMahon as they headed through the foyer to the front door.
TRAGEDY
Chapter 4: A Visit from Mr. MacMahon
As the hours passed, Samantha's house became a hot bed of activity; the phone rang nonstop and her home was now filled with friends and neighbors who had heard the news and wanted to offer their condolences and support. Samantha was still in a daze; her mind had blocked out the world around her.
People had long ago stopped talking to her, realizing she would not acknowledge them. It was not that she meant to be rude. She simply couldn't accept what they had to say. She was determined to keep Matt with her as long as possible. She knew that she must accept his absence, but her heart was not ready to embrace the reality. All these years, Samantha had been terrified that he would suffer some severely debilitating injury in the ring. She spent so much time tying herself into knots as she winded through every match. A plane crash was the furthest thing from her mind.
Jeff was wondering about the house, greeting people, occasionally stopping into the living room to check on Samantha. There was a knock at the front door. Jeff moved through the foyer and opened the door.
Mr. MacMahon greeted him, his face drawn and emotionless. "Jeff, I'm so sorry." He said as he embraced Jeff.
"Thanks for coming, Vince." Jeff responded as they broke apart.
"How are you holding up, son?"
"A lot better than Sam. She's taking it a lot harder than I thought she would."
"How is she?" Mr. MacMahon asked, his concern obvious in his voice.
Jeff peeked into the living room. Whispering low, "Not so good. She's cut herself completely off. She hasn't spoken for some time now. I'm honestly worried about her and I don't really know what to do now."
"Do you mind if I try talking to her?" Mr. MacMahon asked.
"Sure, please, go ahead. Can I get you anything, coffee?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, a cup of coffee would be great. Black, please."
Jeff turned and stated for the kitchen, leaving Mr. MacMahon in the foyer, looking in on Samantha. He moved into the living room, around the couch and seated himself on the coffee table before Samantha. She continued to stare off into the distance without making not of his presence.
"Samantha?" Mr. MacMahon said, trying to get her attention.
Samantha's expression did not change. She was still deep in thought.
"Sam?" He asked again, this time placing his hand on hers.
Samantha glanced over at him, not realizing who was in front of her at first. After a moment, a brief smile crossed her lips. "Mr. MacMahon. Hello. How are you? What brings you all this way?" She asked, seemingly oblivious to the day's events.
Mr. MacMahon smiled brightly; glad to see the momentary change in her. "I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing?"
The kindness he displayed with her was something few had the privilege to witness. The sentiment caused tears to well in her eyes again. She choked them back as she spoke. "I'm fine. Everything's okay."
"Darling, I am so sorry. Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Thank you, but there is nothing for you to be sorry for. Nothing has happened." Samantha lowered her head and focused on the carpet beneath her feet.
Mr. MacMahon brought his hand to her face and gently brushed across her cheek. "So strong." He whispered low. "If you need anything, promise you'll let me know."
"Sure." She said, keeping her head down.
Mr. MacMahon sighed as he looked up, noticing Jeff standing in the foyer holding a coffee cup. Mr. MacMahon lightly ribbed Samantha's shoulder as he got up from the coffee table and walked to meet Jeff in the foyer.
Jeff offered the cup to Mr. MacMahon. Mr. MacMahon took the cup from him and motioned for them to move into the dining room. Mr. MacMahon glanced about the room and remarked on Samantha's taste. He had always known she was a high-class girl and was impressed with the way she had decorated the dining room. The room was decorated in a very traditional manner and one could tell it was actively used as a formal dining room, quite different from the sparsely furnished, unused room that had been in Matt's bachelor pad.
"Jeff, I can see why you would be worried. She doesn't seem to be doing too well at all." Mr. MacMahon started.
"Did she talk to you?" Jeff asked.
"Yes, a little. She refuses to ack . . ."
"Acknowledge he's gone?" Jeff finished for him.
Mr. MacMahon looked away from him.
"Vince, it's fine. You're right, she hasn't. I don't think I have either. I'm sure I'll have a breakdown later, but I want to make sure she gets through this. The news hit her hard."
"You're a good friend, Jeff." Mr. MacMahon placed his arm around Jeff's shoulder.
"Kelly, Dad and I are her only family now. She needs us."
"And how is Kelly?"
"She's okay. She's worried sick about Sam, but she's holding it together. I know she wishes she could do more."
"If there is anything you need, just let me know. Jeff, I want to tell you something. Matt and I have been doing a lot of talking . . . about bringing you back in to the company. If you were interested, we'd love to have you. You don't have to answer now. Think about it. Take as much time as you need. There will always be a spot open for you."
"Thank you, Vince. I appreciate you thinking of me." Jeff was blown away by his offer. Life in the WWE had been difficult without Matt. He had lost his focus and in the end, he left. The time off had given him a chance to find his center and realize how much he truly loved wrestling.
"Well Jeff, I had better get going."
"Thank you for stopping by. I know Sam was glad to see you." Jeff took the coffee cup from Mr. MacMahon as they headed through the foyer to the front door.
