Author: Alicia Ann
Website: Sparkage
Pairing: Jeff Hardy?
Rating: M
Spoilers: I don't know if it's spoilers. More like rumors of Jeff leaving the company because of his problems with drugs.
Summary: Sometimes good things can come from the bad.
Disclaimer: WWE, Vince McMahon and all respective parties owns Jeff Hardy and any and other WWE characters that happen to wander into this story.
Notes: This is an AU fic, sort of. The WWE diva I place into the story within the next few chapters won't be a wrestler, just a "normal" girl.
Jeff Hardy enjoyed life to the fullest. Be extreme and never hold back. Fear is a four letter word. He laughed as he weaved his Porsche in and out of traffic, remembering those lines from the past.
He didn't like to think of the past, everyone had messed it up for him. His life, his future. They all fucked it up for him. If they had only minded their own damn business and let him work. He took a long swig from his bottle of whiskey and yelled into the night, his arms outstretched above his head.
"I AM THE GREATEST WRESTLER EVER!"
Jeff slammed his foot onto the gas pedal and floored it, nearly clipping an Accord as he got into the second to right lane. He ignored the blaring horn and glanced at the speedometer and smiled as the small glowing line grew closer to the 100mph mark. He turned the stereo up and finished his bottle of liquor, he flung it out of his car and off to the side, not caring if it hit anything or anyone.
The bottle that had been thrown from his car seconds ago, smashed upon impact on the windshield of the car, he flipped on the siren and sped up, trying to catch up with the car.
Jeff chose to ignore the ringing that he heard in his ears as he tried to reach for his last can of Miller Light, he swore softly as it rolled off of the seat and underneath it. Not thinking clearly, he leaned down to the floor of the passenger seat and tried to retrieve it. His hand slipped and pulled the steering wheel to the right and into the side of a car.
He groaned as he knocked his head against the side of the door, he tried to push himself away from the door and back into his seat but his fingers slipped from the wheel, not before sending it to the right again and clipping the car. Jeff screamed as he felt the car lift from up off the ground.
"Oh my god." The officer whispered as he watched the vehicle flip once in the air and slam upside down onto the pavement below. He drove up faster and pulled his car onto the emergency lane. He spotted the small figure of a man laying near the car, a crumpled mass of lifeless flesh.
"Officer Rodriquez requesting ambulance and assistance. 11-80 on 101 near San Simo exit. Assistance needed immediately!"
