Ok well I figured out why Jeff lost...60 days come on he's better then that! BTW he wont get his ass suspended in this story.

" Bree could you pass me my sleeves?" Jeff asked stretching his arms.

" Oh yeah. I don't want you to fight him." I said looking at him worried.

" I'll be fine I'm a Hardy boy. As Matt says I will not die. Speakin' of Matt I need to phone him." Jeff said grabbing a shiny black Razor.

" Hey Matty...guess what...I get another title shot...yeah against Taker...what do you have to tell me..."

" I'm back on Raw for a while." The elder Hardy boy said opening the door.

" That is awesome Matty! Are you sure your okay though?" Jeff asked hugging his older brother.

" I'm fine Jeff...who is your little friend?" The dark haired man asked sticking out his hand.

" I'm Bree Calaway. I'm glad your back someone needs to kick MVP's ass." I said shacking his hand.

" Yes another girl who hates him. So Bree...what are you doing with my brother." The minute he said that I turned bright red.

" Matt! We are just friends. She is my manager. Leave her alone." The now purple haired man said putting his arm around my shoulder.

" Calm down Jeff. I'm joking, I heard about you running down the hall way just wearing your belt. You know Randy isn't good at keeping secrets."

" Hey...I have to finish getting ready. I'm fightin' Mark in fifteen." Jeff said pulling up his sleeves.

" Becareful I have to go and talk with Vince. I'll meet you after your match okay? Nice to meet you Bree." The older man said leaving.

" Do you wanna see what's going on before your match?" I asked the tall man.

" Sure...don't you need to get changed?" Jeff asked stretching out on the couch.

" Oh yeah...I'll be right back don't come over here." I said going into the shower.

" Yes Ma'am." I heard Jeff say laughing.

" Wow." I muddered to myself as I lifted up the tiny black tank top that had the Hardy Boyz logo on the front.

" How do I look?" I asked Jeff who's eye's went wide.

" Don't tell your dad I ever said this but you look hot little girl." I started to blush when I felt Jeff's eyes on me.

" Thank...we should go now." I started to feel scared for Jeff, so I squeezed his black nailed hand.

" Jeff your up first." One of the tech guys said as when we got there.

" Good luck Jeff." I said as we waited for his music.

" Bree just stay out of the ring please. I don't want you to get hurt..." Jeff started to say something but his loud entrance music drowned him out. So, I just grabbed his hand as we walked out from behind the curtain.

The match wasn't going Jeff's way my father would stop him left and right using more force then needed.

" Come on Jeff." I shouted as he started to climb the rope for a whisper in the wind. Before Jeff could jump my dad knocked out his knees as Jeff fell hard..

" Oh no. Don't." II whispered to myself as my dad picked Jeff up over his head.

I wish I could tell you Jeff fought back. But no my father through him over the top rope. I wish I could tell you Jeff just hit the ground. But no Jeff landed hard on the table. I wish I could tell you Jeff was just playing to the crowed and he was really fine. But no Jeff wasn't moving. I wish I could tell you that the ref didn't look scared as he came to check on Jeff. But no he signaled for the paramedics to come out. I wish I could tell you everyone knew this was fake. But no Matt came running out. I wish I could tell you this wasn't real. But no it really was.

" Is he going to be okay?" I asked franticly grabbing Matt's arm.

Matt was about to say something but it was drowned out by the sound of a moter cycle. It was my father who stopped right infrount of us. He had a smirk on his face.

" You fucking asshole!" I shouted slapping the deadman across the face.

" I never want to see you again!" I shouted as he drove off.

" Come on Bree." Matt said as we followed the stretcher up the ramp.

A/N don't hate me R&R