Jeff was nearly falling asleep waiting for his music to hit. He'd been away from the WWE for a whole 3 years, during which time he was in rehab and spent a year and a half wrestling with the TNA. He'd been fired from the TNA for missing too many house shows, mainly due to the fact that he was too high at the time to care.
FLASHBACK
Jeff was sitting at home smoking some weed. The phone rings. It took him well over a minute to answer. An angry voice was heard down the receiver.
"Hello?" Jeff asked in a daze.
"Jeff! Where are you? You missed your match and now we have half and audience asking for their money back!" Silence. "Jeff? Jeff! You better the fuck answer this phone or I'll come down there and kick you're ass!"
Jeff was slumped in the corner of his living room, taking another puff of his weed and looking through old photos of Team Extreme. He never realised how much he missed his brother and Amy. They had so many good times together. Like that time when they-
His thoughts were interrupted with a loud scream down the phone.
"Where the fuck are you Jeff? AJ had to have his match with some rookie from out of town… don't you give two shits about this business?" Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Jackie… babydoll… it's not THAT bad, I mean I'm sure you don't need me as much as you make out…" His southern drawl was beginning to slur to the point where it sounded like he was speaking another language.
"Jeff? You're doing it again aren't you?"
"Doing what honey? You know I would have made it down there if I could, but…"
Jackie was starting to cry. With the receiver shaking in her hand, she had just enough energy to say to Jeff,
"Larry's fired you Jeff. You were meant to win the championship tonight, but yet again you've fucked things up! Don't even bother thinking about coming to Cincinnati next week, he'll just tell you to go home." And with that, she slammed the phone down. Jeff knew that he should care, but he just put the phone down (missing the base), and carried on looking through old photos of him, Matt and Amy.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Jeff, you're on." One of the stage guys informed him. Jeff did some stretches and jogged on the spot. His return had been kept a complete secret from everybody. Even Matt didn't know he was coming back. His old music hit. The crowd screamed when they realised who it was. Sure enough, through the curtain, Jeff's painted body shot through, doing one of his weird dances. The crowd went wild!
"Why did I ever give this up?" Jeff thought to himself.
He ran into the ring, pointing his guns for the audience. Even the wrestling sites on the Internet hadn't predicted his return… they'd kept it a secret, and they'd kept it GOOD.
" Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 209 pounds, from Cameron, North Carolina, Jeff Hardy!" Lillian bellowed through the microphone. Jeff hugged her. "Nice to see you back Jeff" She whispered in his ear. His music died down. There was a brief silence, and then Live For The Moment played through the arena. Jeff eyes darted to the Titantron. The words 'Matt Hardy' were showing with brief shots of his face. Soon, the real him followed.
"And his tag team partner, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Cameron, North Carolina and accompanied by Lita, Matt Hardy!" Lita ran to the ring, giving Jeff a tight squeeze and whispering in his ear, "Is this for real, are you really back?" Jeff nodded his head. "I've missed you so much!" She squealed. Matt jumped into the ring, giving the crowd his Version 1 sign. Matt's music stopped.
The crowd fell silent; waiting to see what Matt would do to his brother. They all remembered when Jeff and called him 'a lazy son of bitch' in one of his drugged up speeches. They remember when Matt and Lita tried to drag him out of the ring to get him some help, and he had punched Lita in the stomach and hit Matt with a chair. Lita had forgiven him, but had Matt? A minute of painful silence ensued. Mr McMahon must have told the tech department to see how it all played out before they played the opponent's music. Matt asked for a microphone. "Matt, what are you doing?" Lita cried out desperately. She got no reply.
Matt put the microphone to his lips.
"Well well well, if it isn't my baby brother Jeff. How are you Jeff? What going on Jeff? What drugs did you take before you got here Jeff?" The crowd gasped in amazement, anticipating Jeff's reaction. In response, Jeff requested a microphone of his own.
"Matt, those days are over. I'm clean, and I'm ready to wrestle. I know what I put you and Amy through. I'm sorry- Lita through, it wasn't right. But you've got to understand, that was the old me! I went to rehab, I got clean and now I'm here!" The crowd roared with the conformation of his return. A puzzled look wiped across Matt's face.
"Well Jeff, you've changed your tune. Dad and I didn't hear anything from you for a whole three years and now you're just expecting forgiveness?" Matt and Jeff hadn't realised that Lita now had a microphone of her own.
"Matt, Jeff, please just put aside your differences and be the brothers you were before. I love you Matt, and I love you Jeff, so please sort this out so everything can get back to normal! Please!" She pleaded. Both brothers dropped their mics, looking like they were ready to fight. Then Matt grabbed his brother… and hugged him. With that Lillian was given the go ahead to announce their opponents and the match got underway.