Jeff Hardy sat in his den chair deep in thought. He had many things he needed to work out. He just wanted to get some clarity, to find some kind of peace. Jeff let his tired body sink into the cool leather. He was in need of something he could put a finger on.
Jeff knew it had something to do with what had been happing over the last few months. However he was unsure just what to do about it all. He had been thinking about it all, he knew that it was time to make a choice.
Jeff was realizing that he could no long count on Matt. Not that he was disowning his brother or anything. But Jeff had come to the sobering conclusion that Matt would no longer be a part of his professional life. Jeff was mad about it, he was angry and hurt.
Matt had stuck a knife into him and twisted it. Personally Jeff short of understood his brother's line of thinking. Professional Jeff was at a stand still, he had been hopping for re-union. He had wanted to re-form the Hardy Brothers and take a crack at AMW.
AMW was weak and ripe for the plucking and everyone knew it. It was a for gone conclusion that AMW was going down in flames. Jeff growled as he watch the tape of The Fallen Angel and The Phenomenal one. It was clear to him the next team to get lucky enough to face Storm and Harris was taking those belts.
Jeff knew he and Matt could have taken AMW, could have made them look like the fools they had become. Styles and Daniels had been robbed by Shannon Moore. For some unknown reason Moore had it in for Styles. The King of Punk was looking to take Styles down a few pegs.
Still with Moore taunting and chasing Styles around, it would ensure that AMW stayed champions. Not that Jeff had anything against Styles, he didn't. AJ was a talented and respectable wrestler who Jeff thought highly of. He was a good man with a family who stayed faithful to them.
Shoot straight in most everything he did in or out of the ring. Hell AJ had even taken it upon himself to keep an eye on him. Jeff knew that Styles honestly cared about his well being. AJ had kept him company and been a good friend to him. He had covered with several other men to keep Jeff's hide in TNA.
Had Larry found out who had laid out Brown and Jarrett, it could have gone south for him. That however was a 70/30 percent chance in his opinion. Larry despite his fronting didn't like the NWA champion. Or Brown anymore than the rest of the roster did.
Still with things in such an up roar over Sting. Jeff wasn't sure that Larry wouldn't have axed him, just to free up more money. If there was one thing Jeff didn't like it was guys running over other guys. Especially when they hadn't even been in the ring for five years.
Steve Borden aka Sting was a money whore, a fronter. A fake, someone who was cashing in on his past fame. Things were getting tangled in TNA, Jeff wasn't liking the way things were going. Yes at one point Jeff had worked for Vince, but that had been a different time.
A time when a wrestler didn't feel like he had signed his soul away. Things were different, now it was more like being in the freaking army. It sucked to be a WWE wrestler and Jeff wouldn't go back ever.
No amount of money was worth being made a fool of. Watching all our years of hard work be turned into garbage. No the WWE could go to flying into the abyss for all he cared.
The abyss, hum it was a strange thought. Still Jeff realized that perhaps that mite be the answer he was looking for. Abyss was under contract with Mitchell.
James Mitchell, the former Sinister Minister of the now dead ECW. The man who had gotten Mickey Whipwreck and Yoshihiro Tajiri shoots at titles and made sure they had won them.
Jeff Hardy was at a crossroads in both his professional and personal dealings. What he decided next would change both parts of his life. The roads were before him, and now was the time to make a choice.
What choice to make plagued him. Either road was an absolute guarantee to what Jeff wanted. Each held promise of what he could have or what he could be. Now all he had to do was choice which one he wished to walk.