I wish now I could remember Jeff's match better, but what I do remember is enough. I was too preoccupied with my own match, plus I was too nervous to look. I spent most of it in Paul's shoulder. I knew Kurt could kill him, in many ways. To him, it wasn't about Jeff, it was about me. He wanted me to suffer, and it didn't matter to him who was in the way, who he had to hurt to hurt me. I only wish now that was the only way Kurt had made me suffer.

All of us were crammed in the locker room, seated in front of the TV waiting for the match to start. Paul was to my left, Stephanie my right. Matt was at the other end, watching, his right leg on the chair, and his right elbow on his leg, his chin resting in his hand. Adam was next to him, squatted down like a catcher in baseball. His hands were also rested on his legs, his chin in them. Jay stood behind him, his hands on his hips. Chris was sitting a chair next to Adam, seated all the way back, and his legs spread wide open. The TV stood on a table, big enough for all of us to see. I had to pull myself away from my self isolation and come here. I figured I was safer here. Safe from having to run down to the ring and do something, anything, just in case something had happened. I had five strong men and a powerful woman here to stop me.

The final commercial before the show came back on was never ending. A Lugz commercial, our sponsors. I felt as if I was going to jump out of my skin if it didn't end soon. I looked around, everyone seemed so calm, but I knew that inside, there were shaking and screaming like I was. And finally, they ended.

Black.

Kurt Angle's music went off. He didn't do his usual routine at the top of the ramp, he just walked down the ramp, with a cocky stride and a glare that could kill. He didn't even notice the fans booing him, screaming at him, cursing him. I could almost see the cloud of hate surrounding him. Paul reached over and grabbed my shaking hand. I didn't feel any better. I felt his gaze burn through me, such intensity.

Black again.

Jeff's music didn't start right away. There was a few painful seconds were nothing happened, not even the crowd made noise. They seemed to take an eternity to pass by.

Finally the heart pound of the Hardy Boyz music hit and the arena blew up. Jeff walked out slowly and stood on the top of the stage, just stood there. He began to walk, slowly. No high pace run, now jumping around, just walked. He stopped about half way down, rolled his shoulders back, and then cracked his neck. All around the ring were tables with chairs on them, ladders laying down, street signs, garbage pails, everything necessary for a hardcore match. Jeff noticed them, but looked directly up at Kurt, his gaze matched Kurt's.

The crowd grew silent. Everyone's eyes were glued to the two men, wondering what would happen next. Anxiety began to over come me, and I felt my chest grow tight. I looked at Matt, he hadn't moved. I wondered, then, what was going on inside his head, how was he feeling. There was nothing he could do, what was about to happen was beyond his reach, and no one, no one, was allowed down there. Jeff made that clear to all of us. Now Matt, who had taken care of Jeff every day of his life, had to sit, helplessly, and watch whatever pain would come to him. I saw in Matt's eyes, the pain that caused him.

Jeff's face was unlike any expression I had ever seen him make. The intensity, the pain, the hate, all of it was on his face, and it radiated off of him. I was scared. Scared because I wasn't sure what was going to happen, scared because I had never seen him that way before. Jeff wasn't going to take this lightly, any match we had seen him in, any crazy thing he had ever done would seem like child's play compared to the things he would do, and under go tonight. His face showed he didn't care what would happen to him, as long as Kurt paid, and that scared me most of all.

Both men stared at each other motionless, and in the next second, Kurt dove out of the ring while Jeff dove in. Their places had switched. The quiet crowd gasped, and I jumped. The gazes went right back. Then, without warning, without running, Jeff heaved himself over the top rope, landing on Kurt outside. This knocked Kurt to the ground and Jeff straddled him, punching. These weren't open hand wrestling punches, but real, closed fist, I hate you punches. Jeff didn't care, and the ref was too frightened to do anything, though he did yell down to Jeff. Towards the end of his punching, Jeff began to scream with each punch.

You could see the worry on Kurt's face, and he reached under the ring for whatever he could find. A street sign. With whatever strength he had, Kurt smacked Jeff on the side of his head, and Jeff fell motionless off him. Kurt kicked Jeff the rest of the way off and stood up. Blood was coming from a cut under his right eye. Kurt took his pointer and middle finger to the cut, the blood going on his fingers. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked the blood off, a sadistic smile appearing on his face. He looked down at Jeff and chuckled to himself, then let out full blown kicks to Jeff's side and stomach. I guess Jeff was lucky he couldn't feel them.

Kurt threw Jeff into the ring. He then very slowly, walked up the stairs and into the ring. He looked down at Jeff, he couldn't move. He laughed and flicked him onto this back with his foot, then kicked him some more. I wanted to throw up. Paul moved his hand to my shoulder, holding it down firmly.

Kurt then picked Jeff up by his hair, then threw him right back down on the matt. And, once again, picked him up by his hair, and threw him down. Kurt did this four times. On the fifth, Jeff did his famous jaw breaker to Kurt, sending him to the ground. Once Jeff's butt hit the floor, he felt what Kurt's kicks had done. This phased Kurt for a bit, but he then threw Jeff to the floor and got him into some submission hold I'd never seen. Jeff cried out in pain, grabbing for the rope. His knee was the target here. The ref had to beg Kurt to let go, and he did.

Jeff quickly brought his left leg into his chest and held onto his knee. Kurt laughed, and used the time to flaunt himself. Jeff rolled over, and slowly stood up, putting most of his weight on his right leg. When Kurt turned, Jeff charged and speared him into the corner. Standing on his bad leg, Jeff used his right to kicked Kurt repeatedly in the chest, doing whatever it took to get him down. Finally, Kurt was seated in the corner, but Jeff didn't stop, he began to kick him in the head, until Kurt didn't know which was up.

Jeff didn't know his left from his right either, but he rolled out of the ring anyway, and grabbed a chair. Jeff stole a move right out of Rob Van Dam's move book. He ran around the ring and when he got close enough to Kurt, he jumped, putting the chair by his feet, and slamming it into Kurt's face. The impact caused Kurt's nose to bleed. Both men laid motionless in the ring. Jeff was on his back, he chest rising and falling very fast with each heavy breath he took. The close up showed Jeff's eyes, squinting in pain.

Jeff was too his feet first. He limped over to the chair and set it up, just as if you were going to sit in it. He then went to Kurt and picked him up. Jeff set Kurt up for a DDT, sending his face into the chair once again. The match was brutal, violent. I looked over at Matt again, he still hadn't moved. I believed this to be Matt's way of dealing with the awful situation Jeff was in, and his inability to do a damn thing about it. We all felt helpless.

Jeff made a mistake, and he knew it. He used eight seconds to regain himself, giving Kurt eight seconds to do the same, seven seconds more than he needed. Give Kurt an inch, and he will take a mile, it's that simple. Jeff went to pick Kurt up, but Kurt was ready. Kurt hit Jeff with a right elbow just under his eye, then a knee to the gut, and then a short kick to the knee, all in rapid succession, bing, bam, boom, Jeff was on his knees. Kurt grabbed Jeff by the hair and kneed him in the face, twice. Jeff bit threw his lip.

I wanted the match to stop, now. It had been about five minutes, and both men had taken a beating far worse than they had expected, it was only five minutes. I got up, Paul stood up beside me. I walked back to the bathroom, and Paul sat back down, knowing I couldn't get to the ring from there. I closed the door behind me and sat on the floor. I couldn't hear the match from in there, but I could still see all that had already happened. That was more than enough. The deafening silence that plagued the room made it all worse.

I compare the whole thing to a horrible car crash, you don't want to look, but you can't help but stare. You want to help those involved, but you have to keep the traffic moving, and there's nothing you can do. You stare intensely for the moment you see it, and then pass it by. I sat there, and for a second, felt bad for everyone else in that room. because they'd be going through it again right after Jeff's match, with mine. The human psyche was not meant for this type of punishment.

There was a soft knock at the door. I knocked back letting them know it was ok to enter. Matt walked in. I was surprised. to see him away from the match. I guessed his head hurt just as bad as mine.

"It's crazy," he said. "You would think this to be any other match, but no, it's not, it's more. Everyone knows it's more, the wrestlers, the fans, they know this is personal. And, because it's personal, we are all freaking out."

"Yeah, that's about right," I replied. "What makes it worse is we all know Kurt wants Jeff hurt, and the other way around. Matches, wrestling, this isn't supposed to be this personal, but it is. No one understands why, but it happens."

"Things happen, and we just have to be there for support," Matt said.

"How are you so calm? He's your brother."

"Don't be fooled by the appearance. I would give anything to be right there by his side, so he'll know it's all going to be ok. I want to be there so I can help him, protect him." He paused. "Maybe it's all in my head."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe I want to reassure myself that it's going to be ok. I forget, all the time, that Jeff's a big boy now, his need for me is less and less with each day. We're not those kids anymore just getting over mom's death, and I'm all he has for comfort. Things have changed, and I don't want to notice it. I still think that he's always going to come to me with every little problem and that I can help him all the time." He slide down the wall and sat on the floor across from me. "The thing is, he's all grown up now."

"That doesn't mean he doesn't need you," I said.

Matt shrugged his shoulders. "No, it doesn't, but it doesn't mean I am the one he's always going to go to. It never really made much of a difference to me until he told me he didn't want me at the ring with him. Kinda hits home."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No, it's ok, he has to do what he has to do. And, if I was there, what was I going to do? I'd be closer in case something were to happen, but this is Jeff's match, Jeff's thing he has to sort out, who am I to get involved?" He moved closer to me, placing his hands on my knees. "He's got to do this himself."

"Unfortunately," I replied. "Ready to see what's going on?"

"No, but, lets go anyway."

Matt helped me up and we went back to the same seats we were in before, as if nothing had happened. Matt sat the exact same way, and Paul put his hand back on my shoulder. I looked at the screen, Kurt had Jeff in the Angle Lock. Jeff rolled onto his back, and kicked Kurt right into the jaw, sending him back a few steps. Kurt caught himself, and charged for Jeff, who had that same steel chair now in his hand, and smacked it against Kurt's stomach. Jeff took a breath, and then rolled out of the ring, grabbing a table. He slid it into the ring, and then rolled in with it.

Kurt met him with kicks to the shoulder. Jeff was able to tuck his head away in time. Kurt took the table and threw it aside, picking Jeff up. He lifted him into a suplex and held him there, before dropping him on the ropes. Jeff held on with one hand, dangling. It was dangle, or fall onto the floor, probably head first. He swung his other hand up and pulled himself onto the rope. He balanced himself on the top rope, and in one quick movement, he did a Corkscrew Moonsault, perfectly. The impact left both men a bit loopy.

Jeff dove out one end of the ring, and Kurt to the other. Jeff grabbed the one thing he worked best with, the ladder. He slid it into the ring, right where the unused table lay. Jeff set his ladder up in one corner, but Kurt was setting a ladder up in the other. Both men were unaware of the other's actions, and both climbed their respected ladders, both reaching the top. We watched as both men jumped at the exact same time, realizing mid-air what was going on. They collided mid-air as well, stomach to stomach. You could hear the impact. They both landed on the canvas, Kurt on his back, Jeff on his stomach.

Kurt was the first one, this time, to start getting up. He was clueless at that moment where he was. That was Kurt's mistake, if you could call it one. That few seconds where his brain was unscrambling, gave Jeff the time to get up, and unscramble his. Jeff looked at the ladder behind him, then to the unused table, and the other ladder. A grin appeared on his face. I couldn't swallow.

Jeff took the ladder behind him and whacked Kurt on the side of the head, he fell full force to the floor. Jeff looked at him, raised his arm, and when it fell down unwillingly, he got to work. He lined both ladders up and placed a table across them. The table wasn't standing up, just laid right across it. On the ring, in front of where the ladders stood, Jeff put another table, this time setting it up. I wondered what it was he could be doing. He couldn't get Kurt up there.

He placed Kurt on the table underneath the ladders. He whacked him a few times to keep him down. Then, he climbed as fast as he could up the ladders and walked across to the middle of the table up there. He took a deep breath, looked to the sky and yelled something, he yelled my name!

"Destiny!" He screamed as he did a Swanton Bomb off the table onto Kurt below, on his table. Both men lay unconscious.