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Summary: Jeff Hardy has been chosen to be the human host that would allow the demon keeper of the seventh layer of hell to enter the realm of Earth. In fighting for his life Jeff has some unexpected allies. Featuring: Matt Hardy, Undertaker, Kane, Batista, Umaga, John Cena, Ashley, Edge...
NOTE: I wanted to give a different portrayal of Umaga in my story. In most fanfics he's portrayed as the villain, but I see him being like Batista, the savage beast inside the ring, but actually a gentle, strong soul outside.
Also, the description of the seventh layer of hell, is based on the ancient poem, "Dante's Inferno'.
Slightly AU: The Undertaker's bicep was not injured, and Edge didn't succeed with his "Money in the Bank" cash-in scheme (which will be explained later), so Taker is still the World Heavyweight Champion.
000
There was a great buzz of excitement around the three brands of the WWE what with Kristal getting pregnant by Teddy Long, the abduction and return of Jeff Hardy, and the upcoming Great American Bash.
Jeff Hardy seemed oblivious to all of the gossip, he had bigger things on his mind. He felt a lot better after talking to the Undertaker and finding out what was going on. He was still frightened of the prospect of a demon from hell coming after him, but it was much better than being completely in the dark. He had been able to concentrate on his matches more since then in fact the ring was the best release from all of his troubles. In the ring he could take out all of his anger and frustration, and forget the horror of the dreams.
While Chiron himself had not appeared in the dreams since the first one, the memories of being tortured by his followers still remained as vivid as real life. In addition to reliving those horrible things, he was losing sleep from waking up every night, which left him constantly tired and taking catnaps whenever he could to keep his performance up.
Jeff Hardy yawned and looked down at his watch. He had an hour before his match and the caffeine from the Red Bull he drank earlier in the day was beginning to wear-off. Suddenly, the corner where his locker met up with John Cena's, looked like a cozy nook to curl up in and his duffel bag looked like a comfortable down pillow.
Jeff sighed and pulled out his cell phone. He set the alarm on it to go off twenty minutes before his match began, which would give him about forty minutes to rest his eyes before going into the match. He settled down in the corner and using his duffel bag as a pillow settled down and he almost immediately fell asleep...
000
Jeff stood on the bank of a large boiling river of blood with people immersed in the hot waters; writhing and screaming. Thorny bushes and trees covered the banks of the river and the landscape all around.
He was back, back in the seventh layer of hell.
Jeff took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. He was not going to freak out like he did the last time. He turned around and looked at the thorny landscape before him. He steeled himself and took a step into the ghastly field, his foot crushing the bushes below. Screams and blood erupted from the broken limbs.
Ignoring the screams, Jeff took another step and almost fell over as thorns and branches grappled on to his legs and tried to pull him down. He managed to keep his balance, but realized trying to walk through the bushes was out of the question. He jerked one of his legs out of the hold of the bushes causing him to fall backward, fortunately on to the sandy riverbank.
He looked down the bank and saw a large rock formation that overlooked the river. He thought it would be a good vantage point to look and see if there was a path out of hell. He got up and sprinted toward the rocks at full speed. When he got there he was surprised to find a stairway already carved into the rock. He quickly made his way up and stood on the edge overhanging the river.
In the distance he saw what looked like the outline of a black gate and a clear path through the bushes leading right to it, briefly he wondered if it was a way out of hell or the gateway to another layer. They only way to find out was to go there, The only problem was, it lay across the river from where he was. He gauged the distance, he could easily jump from the cliff to the other side of the river, but he had to measure it carefully. Too far and he would end up in the bushes, too short and he would end up in the river it had to be just right to land on the sandy bank. In the back of his mind he worried if the height was so great that he would break his ankle or leg on the landing.
He was about to jump when a cold hand touched his shoulder and instantly made every hair on his body stand on end, in fact had the hair on his head not been in heavy braids, it might have been standing on end too.
Jeff swallowed hard and slowly turned around to see who the hand belonged to, though he had a pretty good guess. Sure enough there stood Chiron, with his ghostly pale skin, red eyes, and sharp metallic like teeth. This time he also held a staff with large, round, serrated blades on each end, and wore a metal glove on his right hand that had long claws jutting out from it.
"So you are the one my followers chose for me." He said in a cold, deep monotone voice that reminded Jeff greatly of James Earl Jones and Pinhead from "Hellraiser".
Jeff stood wide-eyed and frozen to the spot where he stood, as his mind rushed at a million miles per hour, trying to figure out what to do.
Chiron's hand traveled up from Jeff's shoulder, along his throat, and came to rest on the young Hardy's cheek. However, Chiron's face remained cold and emotionless. "I shall need to make a closer examination for myself."
"Examination?" Jeff blinked as he finally woke up out of his shocked stupor and pulled away from Chiron. "No fucking way!"
Jeff turned and ran toward the edge of the cliff he meant to jump from before. He jumped. He landed perfectly on the other side of the river from the cliff and took off running toward the path he had seen before.
Suddenly, a vine from one of the thorny bushes shot out of the ground and wrapped around Jeff's right leg. He fell but managed to catch himself with his hands so he wouldn't fall on his face. Several more vines broke out of the sand and wrapped around Jeff's body. Jeff desperately struggled to get free clawing at the ground, but the sandy bank gave him no grip or leverage.
Chiron leaped with ease from the cliff to where the thorny vines had the young Hardy ensnared. He casually walked up to the struggling Jeff, quietly watching the wrestler's attempts to get free.
"Careful, struggle too much and the thorns will cut you, even though I told them not to." Chiron stated coldly.
Jeff paid no heed to the demon and redoubled his efforts to get free. Chiron let out a low quiet growl which was his equivalent to an exasperated sigh, then proceeded to grab Jeff's arms and pin them behind the young Hardy's back. He gave a silent command to the vines and they quickly wrapped around Jeff's arms, binding them together.
"Let me go you son of a bitch!" Jeff snarled still straining against the branches that had him completely immobilized. He winced as the thorns began to dig into his flesh when he tensed his muscles. He let his body go lax for a moment, as he tried to think of a way to get out of this mess.
Suddenly, he heard the creaking of the vines as they moved and felt them slowly pulling his legs apart. Rush of fear ran through Jeff's body, quickening his already pounding heart, and making his mind race with all sorts of conclusions. One conclusion in particular stuck in his mind, and it reminded him of the famous yet disturbing scene in the movie "Deliverance". This made him only redouble his efforts to move. At least there was still the fabric of his clothes between himself and the demon.
Jeff let out a small gasp and froze, when the cold hand like a block of ice slipped under his pant leg and ran the length of his leg from his Achilles tendon to his upper hamstring. Sweat broke out on Jeff's brow while terror pumped through his veins as his worst fears seemed to be confirmed when he felt the hand move farther up to the right cheek of his bottom. Then suddenly the hand moved back down to the back of his knee, and moved around to cup the patella.
Jeff furrowed his brow; this was a move he had not expected, why was Chiron molesting his kneecap?
Somehow Jeff gathered enough courage to lift his head to try and look at his aggressor. "What are you doing...?"
Chiron did not answer; instead he did the same examination to Jeff's other leg. When he had finished Chiron finally answered, like a computer listing off data. "Good muscle tone in the hamstrings, quadriceps, gluteus maximus and calves. Achilles tendons intact and some wear and weakening of the left ACL, but still intact..."
Utter confusion began to overtake the fear in Jeff's mind. Chiron was speaking as if he were Dr. Andrews talking about the latest damage after Wrestlemania.
Without another word Chiron stood up and walked over to kneel down next to Jeff's right shoulder. Jeff felt an involuntary shudder when the cold hands touched his lower back just bellow where his arms were bound.
"Hmmm..." A low rumble came from Chiron's throat.
"What?" Jeff asked warily.
Chiron did not answer. Instead he dug his knuckle into the curve of Jeff's lower back, causing the young Hardy to hiss in pain then whimper. It was the spot in his back that he had injured from Wrestlemania 23, when he did his big leg-drop off a ladder onto Edge who was lying on another ladder below. The impact had broken the ladder and gave him a focal herniated disc in his spine.
"Injury." Chiron stated.
"I know man!" Jeff snapped, grimacing at Chiron's continued aggravation of his back injury. Thankfully the demon stopped soon after and stood up.
"Nonetheless, you'll do," Chiron, stated firmly.
"Do what?" Jeff asked through clenched teeth, still absorbing the pain in his back. "Are you going to let me go now?"
"Not just yet..." Chiron answered picking up his staff and sliding his hand and wrist across the blade, cutting open the white flesh.
It took a moment for Jeff to comprehend that the black substance oozing from Chiron's wounds, was Chiron's blood. Jeff felt his stomach turn over when Chiron lifted his wrist up and let the black blood stream into his mouth.
"You have some serious issues man..." Jeff shook his head in disgust at the sight.
Chiron shut his mouth and came over to kneel down next to Jeff. He grabbed a hand full of Jeff's hair near the scalp and tilted Jeff's head back a little.
"Agh. Stop. What are you---"Jeff didn't finish his sentence as Chiron pulled him into a grotesque kiss. It was then Jeff realized that Chiron had not swallowed the black blood. The young Hardy could feel the sickening substance wash over his tongue.
Chiron broke the kiss and clapped his other hand over Jeff's mouth, so there was only one route for the black blood to go. Tears prickled at the corners of Jeff's eyes as he forced himself to swallow the substance in order to prevent it from going down the wrong tube and into his lungs.
Finally Chiron removed his hand and Jeff began coughing and sputtering to spit out the blood still left in his mouth. However, he knew he had swallowed the majority of it as he could feel the coldness of the black blood pooling in the pit of his stomach. For the first time in his life he actually wanted to throw up, just to get the foreign blood out of his body, but his stomach seemed to freeze up and would not rebel.
Suddenly, Jeff became aware of someone calling his voice, someone who was not Chiron. And then there came the sound of beeping...
Like a cell phone...
000
"Jeff, Jeff. Wake up you're on in five minutes!"
Jeff opened his eyes as Carlito shook him awake and his cell phone alarm went off. "What...?"
"Come on!" Carlito hauled Jeff to his feet. "Coachman is starting to freak out, you don't want to get on his bad side."
"No I don't," Jeff murmured exiting the locker room, then running down the hallway toward the entrance tunnel.
"Where the hell have you been?" Coachman stormed up to Jeff when he finally arrived at the entrance tunnel.
"I was just---" Jeff started, but was cut off by Coachman.
"You'd better not be up to your old habits Jeff Hardy." Coachman snapped. "Cause if I find you've become a drugged up, no-show again you'll be out on your ass so fast you won't even know what hit you! Do you hear me?"
Jeff swallowed hard and nodded. Coachman opened his mouth, about to continue his tirade, but Umaga's manager Amelio Estrada came over to talk to Coachman. Jeff took the opportunity to slip away and enter the tunnel.
The other competitors in the match were already there. It was a reversal tag-team match. The WWE champion and former WWE champion vs. the Intercontinental Champion and the former Intercontinental Champion. In other words it was John Cena and Edge vs. Umaga and Jeff Hardy. In all honesty Jeff was not looking forward to teaming up with the Samoan bulldozer he had lost the championship too after being completely flattened and then finished off with a Samoan spike.
Umaga later lost the intercontinental Championship to Santino Marella with some help from Bobby Lashley, during the European tour. However, three weeks ago poor Marella had snapped his achilles tendon during a match, forcing him to relinquish the title. Coachman, the general manager decreed that a battle royal would be held to decide the new champion. Jeff himself participated, but already possessing the tag-team title put a big target on him as a threat. Sure enough Johnny Nitro, Randy Orton and Shelton Benjamin teamed up to throw Jeff over the top rope and out of the competition. For the last minute and a half of the battle, there were bodies flying everywhere, and Umaga emerged the victor.
Jeff sighed wearily as he entered the tunnel and the first person he made eye contact with was Edge.
"So what are you shooting up this time Hardy?" Edge's trademark R-Rated grin spread across his face. Apparently, Coach's tirade echoed into the tunnel.
Jeff stopped and glared at Edge. They way he was feeling right then, he was ready to break Edge's face. Suddenly, he felt his stomach turn cold, like it had in the dream after he swallowed Chiron's blood.
"That's not cool man, you shouldn't joke about that." John Cena was standing just behind Jeff.
"Oh look, Mr. Chivalry rears his head." Edge sneered. "You guys gonna make-out now?"
Cena rolled his eyes, however Jeff shrugged non-chalantly. "Yeah we know you'd like that Edge, you're probably getting a stiffy right now just thinking about it."
Cena burst out laughing, while Edge's face took on the color of a beetroot. Jeff smiled smugly as he walked off toward the end of the tunnel that leads into the stadium. However, his good feeling of victory was short lived as he felt the coldness in his stomach, and images of the dream ran through his head. He would call the Undertaker as soon as the match was over.
Umaga stood at the stadium entrance while the WWE techs ran around trying to coordinate everything. Jeff took a deep breath trying to clear his mind and mentally prep himself for that match ahead.
"Are you sick?"
Jeff nearly jumped when Umaga spoke. He didn't know the Samoan knew English or even spoke civilly to anyone at all. "Huh? What?"
"You were almost late. Are you sick?"
"Oh... I'm just a little tired that's all." Jeff shook his head.
Umaga narrowed his eyes and studied Jeff intently for a moment. His eyes widen a little in surprise, then some concern appeared there as well."No. You are sick. It looks like a bad spirit made you sick." Umaga put a hand on Jeff's abdomen, where just under Jeff's shirt the demon's symbol lay. "Here."
Jeff stared at Umaga in shock.
"Mr. Hardy, you're on!" One of the techs called to him as his theme music began to play.
"We talk after the fight." Umaga put a hand on Jeff's shoulder. Jeff nodded, before jogging out of the tunnel and into the stadium of cheering fans.
000
Jeff Shook his head trying to get his mind back on the fight. His body still hurt from being rammed into a turnbuckle by a nasty spear from Edge and he almost got pinned. Fortunately he was able to scramble out of the pin. He then hit Edge with a donkey kick, followed by a clothesline and get back to his corner to tag Umaga in. The crowd had gone crazy when Edge had gotten back into his corner and tagged Cena in.
Now that Cena had Umaga in the STFU, the match would be over soon, if Jeff didn't do something to help his partner. The ref was distracted, by telling Umaga to go ahead and give in. Jeff was about to step out into the ring to help Umaga, when he heard the calls of the crowd.
Upon seeing him move to enter the ring, the crowd started chanting "Hardy! Hardy!". Jeff lived off the crowd's energy, now more than ever with all the terrifying things going on. He wanted to reward his fans for their devotion, even if his back would hurt like hell afterwards.
Jeff began to climb the turnbuckle, as he did, the cheers from the crowd grew louder into an earth shattering roar, as they knew what was coming; The Swanton bomb.
"What does Jeff Hardy think he's doing?" RAW commentator JR looked on at what the younger Hardy was about to do.
"He's lost his mind!" Jerry "The King" Lawler yelled, as he watched Jeff Hardy do a swanton bomb off the top turnbuckle and land a direct hit on John Cena's back, forcing the WWE champion to break the STFU.
Jeff slowly got up, but was surprised to find his back was not hurting like he had expected it to. He looked up just in time to see Edge charging toward him. He jumped up and managed to leap over the R-rated superstar like he was a hurtle. Jeff winced mentally as he watched Edge run into poor John Cena instead and sent them both crashing into the turnbuckle.
Umaga got to his feet and looked at Jeff smirking, then stormed over and grabbed Edge by his hair and pulled him out to where Jeff was standing in the middle of the ring. Umaga yelled "Fa'a Samoa!", and delivered a samoan spike to Edge, knocking the poor superstar to the ground.
Unexpectedly, Umaga slapped Jeff on the shoulder, officially tagging him in. Since Edge had made contact with Cena, he was technically tagged in too. Jeff hesitated, was Umaga allowing him to pick up the win? Jeff had been in this situation before and had his partner backstab him, so it automatically made him wary. On the other hand Umaga himself was not a sneaky type of fighter.
Umaga motioned to Edge's fallen form and nodded at Jeff. The young Hardy nodded back and got on top of Edge for the pin. The ref looked a little confused, but nonetheless got on the ground and called the three count with the audience and Umaga counting with him.
000
Jeff walked slowly behind Umaga as they headed toward his room. Jeff distantly wondered if John Cena was still mad at him for the swanton bomb.
However, Jeff took some comfort in Umaga knowing that something was going on. Whatwith Matt, Undertaker and Kane all being on Smackdown, which was playing in another city at the time, he felt really alone. Even though his brother called him several times a day to make sure he was okay, it wasn't the same as having Matt there to share the vibe of fear and to know that his big brother was watching over him.
The young Hardy was surprised to discover Umaga's room was just down the hall from the hotel room he was currently sharing with Carlito, the person he roomed with when RAW and Smackdown were in different cities.
When they entered the room, Jeff saw that Umaga had decorated his side of the room with articles that reminded him of his homeland of Samoa. The Samoan flag hung proudly alongside the American flag above his bed, strange looking hand-carved wooden figures sat on the nightstand, and beautiful quilt of intricate designs that were similar to the tattoos on Umaga's body lay across the bed. Gazing at the art gave Jeff a brief moment of peace, until reality snapped back when he heard the beep of a cell phone. Jeff looked up and saw Umaga pulling out his cell phone, and greeting the caller in Samoan.
"Could...Could I use your bathroom, for bit?" Jeff whispered before Umaga's conversation went into full swing.
The samoan nodded and motioned over to the bathroom. Jeff walked inside and pushed the door partly closed, he set down his duffel bag and for moment just stared at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath and steeled himself before slowly lifting up his shirt.
The young Hardy felt his heart stop as thick black lines slowly revealed themselves as he lifted up his shirt.
"...When you wake up, if the symbol remains as it is or disappears completely, it means Chiron hasn't chosen you and you're in the clear. However, if the symbol turns black..."
The Undertaker's words echoed in his mind. The symbol had turned black, Chiron had officially chosen him, that's what the dream was all about.
"It is a bad spirit. The mark comes from the inside."
Jeff turned to see Umaga in the doorway.
"Yeah..." Jeff murmured, as memories of Chiron forcing the black blood done his throat, flashed in front of his eyes. "You could say that..."
"Come," Umaga carefully took Jeff's arm and led him back out into the room. "You tell me about this spirit. How did it curse you?"
Jeff sat down at a table across from Umaga. "Remember when I was abducted a few weeks ago...?"
000
"Come on Jeff...Pick-up..." Matt tried calling his brother for the tenth time, and still no answer. He was getting worried now. Two reasons for Jeff not answering stuck in his mind, and neither of them were good. One, Jeff was hurt and had been taken to the hospital or two...
Matt swallowed hard as the second thought stuck even more. Automatically he dialed Jeff's number again; Again no answer.
The elder Hardy took a deep breath to keep himself from jumping to conclusions. He decided to try a different approach. He went to the number book on his cell phone and found Carlito's number.
"Hey Carlito, is Jeff with you?" Matt asked trying to keep voice calm.
"No, he hasn't come back to the hotel yet." Carlito answered. "I saw him talking to Umaga after the fight but that's the last I saw him."
"Okay, thanks man. Bye." Matt ended the call, but now he was even more dejected and worried. What was Jeff doing, talking to Umaga?
000
"...and that's pretty much it." Jeff said, somberly finishing his story, although the second time telling it was not nearly as bad as the first. Perhaps it was the fact that Umaga's eyes, though they were serious, were also a lot more sympathetic to Jeff than the Undertaker's were, or maybe it was the fact that Matt was not present this time around.
Umaga nodded. "So they're making your body ready to house the demon?"
"That's basically what Taker said..." Jeff murmured tiredly, though he couldn't hide his surprise at how calmly Umaga was taking in all this conversation, as if it were an everyday thing. "He said when the symbol turned black after the next dream, that was a sign that Chiron had officially chosen me."
Suddenly, Jeff's eyes widened as if he had forgotten something really important. He jumped up from the table and began rifling through his duffel bag.
"What is wrong?" Umaga got up as well.
"I forgot to call Taker and tell him what happened in the dream. He told me to call him as soon as possible if the symbol turned black." Jeff pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. There the screen said he had ten calls missed, and they were all from Matt. Jeff was about ready to kick himself when he found he had not only forgotten to call his brother after he got back to the hotel, but also that his phone was still on silent so he didn't hear his brother's ten calls. "Shit, my head really isn't screwed on right today, I'm forgetting everything."
"You have too much in here already." Umaga grinned, pointing to his head.
"Yeah, no kidding." Jeff managed a tired smile as he dialed Matt's number. "I'd better let my brother know I haven't been abducted again, first."
Jeff took a deep breath as the phone rang, then a very worried Matt came on. "Hello? Jeff?"
"Hey Matt," Jeff answered wearily, but tried to keep his voice upbeat.
"Jeff?! Are you alright?! Where are you?! Why didn't you answer your cell phone?!!" Matt panicked words came out all at once.
"Matt, Matt. Calm down I'm fine. I'm sorry I forgot my cell phone was on silent." Jeff said gently though he had a touch of embarrassment in his voice when he mentioned the cell phone. "I'm just hanging out at the hotel, I'm okay."
"Jeff how could you do something so stupid!" The harsh words came pouring out of Matt's mouth before he even realized he said them. They were words born from fear and worry for his little brother's safety, not anger. However, the tone of his voice made it sound otherwise. "Shit! I thought you had been abducted again! Do you know how freaked out I've been?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Matt, but I'm a bit freaked out myself!" Jeff snapped back, all of the anger and frustration of the whole situation coming out. "I'm sorry I forgot my phone was on silent, but I had a few more important things to think about, namely Chiron shoving blood down my throat, the symbol turning black, and I haven't gotten any goddamn sleep!"
"Jeff I...Wait, what?!" Matt began, but was interrupted when Jeff hung up.
For a moment Jeff felt good after yelling all of that out, but then he felt sick that he had taken it all out on his brother, whose only crime was worrying too much.
"Why am I yelling at Matt? I should be venting to you, some one I barely know, not to my brother." Jeff groaned outloud to Umaga. " Why can't I talk to him like I always do? The one person I trust the most."
Jeff had not meant for Umaga to consider the question, much less come up with an answer. "You not want to burden him with your troubles."
The young Hardy nodded, that was exactly what he had thought. However the samoan considered the question further. "Or you want protect your brother from what dangers you."
Jeff's jaw nearly dropped. That was it. He was trying to protect Matt. To keep him from being more involved in this than he already was.
"Remind me never to doubt your wisdom Umaga." Jeff smiled tiredly.
Umaga grinned proudly. "My savage face for my enemies, my wisdom for my friends."
"I need all the friends I can get now man..." Jeff sighed dialing the Undertaker's number. He didn't feel like facing Matt again until he'd had a chance to re-gather his wits a little.
"Who is this?" The distinct rough voice of the Undertaker came on the line.
"Hey, it's Jeff. I had another dream"
"Yeah?"
Jeff swallowed hard. "The symbol turned black..."
There was a weary groan from the other side of the line. "All right, where are you? Who are you with?"
"In the hotel, I'm hanging out with Umaga right now."
"Umaga?" There was evident confusion in the Undertaker's voice.
"Yeah, he's got some sort of second sight or something." Jeff answered. "I don't know he seemed to know there was something wrong with me spiritually even before I told him anything."
"Put him on." Taker ordered gravely.
Jeff turned to Umaga and held out the phone. "The Undertaker wants to talk to you."
Umaga nodded and took the phone. "This is Undertaker?"
Taker cleared his throat and answered in Samoan. "Yes, this is the Undertaker."
Umaga's eyebrows shot up in shock; he had not expected the obviously American born Undertaker to know his native language so fluently. "How do you know Samoan?"
"I have my ways and we'll leave it at that, for now." Taker answered gruffly. "Now how did you know about Jeff's spiritual problem?" Taker asked warily, but also warningly.
"I inherited it from my grandfather, the sixth sight." Umaga said. "He could see the dark aura of evil spirits surrounding their afflicted victims. I see it to on Jeff Hardy."
"Hmmm." Taker's serious tone lightened ever so slightly. "Do you or your grandfather know any protection spells or insignias that could protect Jeff from demonic influence?"
"I do. But I do not know if they will be strong enough," Umaga looked over at Jeff who had unceremoniously fallen asleep. "The aura around him is strong, even though there is no direct possession yet."
"It's better than nothing." Taker stated. "Where is RAW staying tonight?"
Umaga listed off the location of the hotel while he undid the straps on Jeff's boots and pulled them off.
"All right, Kane and I will be there in a few hours," Taker stated. "Don't let Jeff Hardy out of your sight until we get there."
"Yes." Umaga said firmly.
"Good." Taker said before hanging up.
Umaga flipped the cell phone closed, before he pulled the Samoan embroidered quilt over the soundly sleeping Jeff. Umaga sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed, feeling suddenly weary himself.
Suddenly, Jeff's cell phone rang. Umaga debated on whether to answer it or not until he saw it was Matt Hardy trying to call his brother. The Samoan had been present earlier when the two brothers had their little phone argument and thought it best to answer the phone and let the elder Hardy know that his little brother was all right and not mad at him anymore.
"Hello? Matt Hardy?" Umaga answered the phone.
"Yeah. Who is this?" Matt answered back, apprehension clearly in his voice that Jeff had not answered the phone.
"Umaga. Jeff is all right he is sleeping now." Umaga said trying to make his rough voice as gentle as possible to put Matt at ease. "He's not angry anymore at you."
"Good." Matt's voice became more relaxed. "But why is he with you?"
"He had my back in the match today," Umaga stated matter-of-factly. "And he has a spiritual problem. I will help him. So will The Undertaker and Kane."
"Wait, Taker and Kane are there?" Matt rasped in surprise at discovering he was being completely left out of the loop.
"They're coming."
"Ah..." Matt murmured trying to tamp down some of the frustration beginning to build within him. "Better make extra room, because I'm coming too!"
Before Umaga could answer, Matt Hardy hung up. The Samoan bulldozer sighed wearily again. This was going to be a long night...
000
Oh dear Poor Jeff is officially Chiron's body of choice, and poor Umaga has been dragged into the situation as well. Hopefully Matt and Jeff can patch things up between each other as well.