Disclaimer: You know the drill; no I don't own any of the WWE superstars or know them personally. This story is purely fan fiction, just like all my other stories. Don't bother to sue me; I work in a fast food outlet so you won't get much from me anyway.

Rating: NC- 17 (language, little violence (after all it is a wrestling fic) drug reference, sexual content.)

Characters: Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Shawn Michaels, Vince McMahon, John Cena and other WWE wrestlers.

Chapter Three.

Jeff bit his lip as he approached the door of Mr. McMahon's office in the arena later that night. He had arrived later before in the afternoon. He was tired and frustrated and hoped he didn't have to wrestle later that evening as he wasn't up for it. He had put up with a lecture from Matt the hour before about arriving late, after he arrived at their hotel room. He hoped he wouldn't be receiving another one from Vince just now, well here goes nothing, he thought to himself as he knocked on the wooden door.

"Come in."

Jeff took a deep breath and opened the door and walked inside. He looked over and saw Vince sitting at his desk, writing notes down on paper. He looked a lot older then he was 3 years ago. It was amazing how much you can recognize the small details in people's appearances after such a long period of time. "Ah Jeff, close the door behind you and take a seat." Vince said, looking up from his paperwork.

Jeff smiled a small smile and quietly closed the door behind him. He walked over towards the middle of the room and sat down on one of the chairs that were facing towards Vince at his desk.

"You haven't changed much Jeff, apart from the hair, and I can see you gotten yourself a few new tattoos." Vince pointed out looking at Jeff's right arm and eyeing the new ink work.

"Yeah, yeah." Jeff chuckled quietly as he looked down at his arm and then back at Vince. "So…"

"Jeff, before anything is signed, I need to know. How are you going? Are you still in the process of recovering? Do you feel 100 per cent? I don't hand out contracts unless I feel that person is worthy enough." Vince explained, raising his eyebrows at Jeff.

Jeff looked at Vince. He was sick of people thinking he was still an addict. He had left rehab more then a year ago. He was clean, he was healthy. Why was he the only one that could see that? "I'm fine Vince, honest to god. I can't say a lot. But I am fine."

Vince looked back at Jeff and studied the look in his eyes. He wasn't sure if Jeff was being honest with him. He had a quick glance at Jeff's left arm. He couldn't notice any new puncture wounds from a syringe. He wasn't sure. It was a flip of a coin for Vince now. Yes if heads, no if tails. He looked down at Jeff's hand and noticed that Jeff was wiping his hands up and down his trouser pants. He was nervous. To hell with it. He if fucks up again, then he will be gone…again, but with no chance of returning. He thought to himself. "Here."

Jeff looked down at the desk and noticed Vince had placed a contract down in the middle of his desk. Jeff's eyes lit up, a second chance! A chance to show everyone that he was worthy, that he had changed, and was ready. He picked up the pen that was placed on top of the paper. He quickly signed the bottom line, incase Vince changed his mind again. "Thank you Vince."

"You have the night off tonight, as I can see you are tired. We have a house show on this Tuesday afternoon. I'll place you in a single's match, I'm not sure who against yet, but it'll be someone you're familiar with. Now go have some rest. We're all meeting up for breakfast in the lobby at eight tomorrow morning. You don't have to come, but I'd prefer you too." Vince replied.

"Yes, of course. I'll be there, thank you again Vince." Jeff said as he quickly got out of his chair and ran out of the room.

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"Come on. Wake up Matt." Jeff chuckled as he threw a pillow at his sleeping brother's head. Matt stirred and opened up his eyes to see Jeff standing at the end of his bed, dressed in a pair of black sweat pants and a gray jacket. Matt shook his head and sat up and pushed aside his hair that was covering his face. "What time is it?" He yawned.

"Seven thirty, but you have to shower and get ready, we're all meeting downstairs for breakfast, come on Matt." Jeff said excited.

"Seven thirty, Jesus Christ. What did you take to wake up so early? That's a first for you Nero. A definite first." Matt chuckled as he hopped out of his bed and slapped his younger brother on the shoulder. "I'll go have a shower, go wait downstairs or something. I'll be down soon, okay?" He said as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Okay. I have my cell phone with me if you need to call me. I'll see ya later." Jeff called out as he walked out of the room.

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Jeff walked down the corridor towards the elevator. He stopped to press the button that opened the doors. He looked at his watch as he waited for the doors to open, 7.45am. Good, I'm early, that'll leave Vince a good impression he smiled to himself. The elevator made a beeping sound and the doors opened. Jeff pushed the button to take him down to the lobby. "Hey wait, hold the doors."

Jeff looked up and noticed John running towards the elevator. "Haha, hurry up man, I can't stop it."

John quickly ran inside just as the doors started to close. He sighed as leaned forwards to catch his breath. "John its still fifteen minutes to eight o'clock." Jeff explained.

"Yeah I know, but do you seriously know how slow this piece of junk is?" John replied, fixing his cap, while looking in the mirrors on the door. "Good to see you again man."

"Yeah, same here." Jeff smiled as the doors opened and they both made their way towards the lobby. They entered the huge dinning room, Jeff was glad he didn't miss this. There were rows of tables in the middle of the room, and to the side of the rooms were tables stacked with breakfast foods. They noticed Carlito and Randy standing towards the back talking to one another, no else had arrived yet. "I'm gonna go get some coffee, do ya want some?" Jeff asked John.

"No thanks man, I'll be right. I'm going to go say hi." John replied as he walked over towards Randy and Carlito.

Jeff nodded his head and walked over to the coffee machine to make himself some.

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"Hey guys, wassup?" John smiled slapping Carlito and Randy on the back.

"Not a lot, waiting for Vince and everyone else to arrive." Carlito replied.

"Why are you talking to Jeff for?" Randy asked John, before taking a sip of his drink.

"Ahh…why not?" John replied puzzled.

"John, he's a washed-up has been. He's bad, stay away from him. He'll probably offer you some Hash or something." Randy replied.

"What the hell? Jeff's a nice guy, just give him a chance. Don't go saying that around Matt, whatever you do." John replied back, rather insulted that Randy would say something like that.

"Look, I'm only telling you for your own good okay?" Randy replied, and then started to walk away once he saw Trish enter the room. He had been hanging off her for months now, trying to get her to go out with him. John found it quite funny really. She showed little interest in him. She told John that she thought Randy was rather a bit of a sleaze, but he hadn't told Randy that as of yet.

"Pathetic isn't it?" Carlito chuckled to John as the two watched Randy trying to make his moves on Trish at the other end of the room. "Should we tell him?"

"Nah, not yet. Not while it's still funny." John replied.

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Jeff finished pouring himself a glass of coffee as he saw Matt and a few others walk into the room, including Vince. "Hey, nice to see you could make it."

"Dude, what is with you today, seriously? Trying to impress Vince?" Matt chuckled as he grabbed a piece of toast off the huge pile of cooked breads spread across the table.

"Hmm maybe." Jeff replied.

Matt chuckled as he took a bite of his food, "Hey Matt."

Matt and Jeff both turned to see Abby standing behind Matt. She had her long hair tied back and was wearing a plain black singlet top and pink sweat pants. "Hey Abby, how are you?"

Jeff looked at the girl that was causally chatting away to Matt, she was absolutely gorgeous. Where the hell did Matt meet all these women? He was always getting the good girls, while himself, was always scoring the good, but soon turning bad girls. It made him jealous.

"Who is that?" Abby whispered to Matt. She noticed a guy standing beside Matt. He had darkish brown hair with weird looking facial hair. She noticed he was looking at her funny, and it was starting to annoy her.

"Huh?" Matt replied and turned to see Jeff looking right at Abby with wide eyes. Oh shit he thought to himself. He knew Jeff too well, and that look he was giving Abby wasn't a good one. "It's my brother Jeff."

"Hey." Jeff smiled and held out his hand to greet Abby, after Matt told her who he was.

Abby looked down at his hand, he had chipped black nail polish on. He looked feral she thought. He was weird, and she didn't really want to touch him or say anything to him. "I have to go see my dad. See you later Matt." She said looking at Matt, then turning away to go find her father.

Matt smiled to himself; she seemed to have no interest in Jeff, which was good. She looked too young and innocent to be hanging off Jeff, not that Jeff was a bad guy, but if she ever found out about his past, it probably would completely shock someone as innocent as her.

"What are you smiling about, glad that a hot girl likes you, instead of me, once again?" Jeff snorted as he threw his cup on the ground and stormed out of the room.

Matt chuckled to himself; it was good to see the old Jeff back again.