"Would a title run now be too soon for your brother?" Vince McMahon asked Matt Hardy over the phone.

"Sir, with all due respect, I don't think that anybody would turn down a title shot at any point in their career," Matt chuckled.

"Well, that program with Johnny Nitro is going to end up with Jeff scoring the Intercontinental Championship after Unforgiven. That means that Jeff is going to have to start wrestling this week. He'll win this match, but the have unsuccessful matches for the title. Let's surprise him with the title win, though. Can you prepare him with Nitro for this Monday?"

"He'll be ready."

"So, how is this going to work?" Melina asked, curiously. She had accompanied her boyfriend to the training session. She seemed to be more curious than her boyfriend, Johnny Nitro.

"Well, you already know what you have to do, baby," Johnny said, pulling Melina closer to him. "Just stand there and look hot."

"You are such a pig sometimes," Melina joked. "But seriously, how are you guys going to communicate during the match?"

"I think you guys might have to choreograph the entire match," Matt noted, watching his brother rebound off the ropes in the practice ring, getting a feel for everything again.

Matt reached in his bag and pulled out the notebook that he would use to communicate with Jeff. He quickly scribbled down, Do you want to choreograph it or wing it?

Matt smacked the canvas to get Jeff's attention. Jeff felt the vibrations in his feet and stopped running around like a child on a jungle gym. Jeff took hold of the notebook and replied with a very lengthy answer.

Just wing it. You can trust me. It's not like I've ever really communicated in a match before. We know who is supposed to win. But I do have an idea. I'll call the match, and this is how. If I want you to reverse the move I'm doing, or if I want to reverse the move you're doing, I'll squeeze your shoulder or something. If I don't, I'll complete the move or you will complete the move. Of course, I'm finishing with a Swanton. How about we both hit all high flying moves, just to be safe. And after the Swanton, I pin you. How does that sound?

Nitro read over Jeff's answer with Melina looking over his shoulder. Satisfied with the answer and believing that this could work, he gave Jeff a smile and a thumbs up.

Jeff's plan had gone very well for the first go around. He had just squeezed Nitro's shoulder as he was going for the Twist of Fate, and Nitro reversed it.

Jeff's heart beat faster and faster as the end of the match drew closer and closer. Nitro hit a split legged corkscrew off the top rope and Jeff sold it well. Even though he couldn't hear them, he knew that the crowd was pulling for him to get up. Nitro pulled Jeff up and hit a few punches.

Jeff knew the time limit was drawing to and end. He had to end the match. Nitro locked him up, and Jeff squeezed his shoulder again. Jeff reversed the hold into the Twist of Fate.

With shaking legs, Jeff climbed up to the top rope. He yelled without hearing himself, throwing up two Hardy Gunz. He took a deep breath and tried to prevent his legs from shaking as he stood atop the unsteady turnbuckle.

A leap of faith and a somersault later, Jeff hit his first Swanton Bomb since his return.

And damn, did it feel good.

After he was declared the winner, he went around slapping hands with as many fans as he could. How could he ever have left this? He didn't know.

But he'd be damned if he left it anytime soon. He wasn't going to let his disability hinder his career. He worked too hard for this. And even though he couldn't hear, he connected with the fans even more.