Chapter Five:

Tulsa, Oklahoma

Matt's P.O.V

We landed in Tulsa Oklahoma at 9:30 pm. Jeff hadn't spoken since we got on the plane. I know he'd been trying to figure narrow down the superstars by thinking of those whose names start with the letter 'm' in, either their ring name or their real name. We drive to a Wendy's and park.

"How many do you have so far?" I ask him, trying to break the silence between Jeff and me.

"So far six that are logical," Jeff responded, looking down at the notebook.

"Who are they?" I question, trying to get more information as we head inside.

"So far I have Matt Striker, the Miz, Mike Knox, Mark Henry, MVP, or Mark Callaway," Jeff states looking at the Wendy's menu before deciding. I order our food and we go and sit down at a table in the back.

"Well I doubt that it's the Miz, MVP, or Matt Striker." I say as I start to eat.

"Yeah me too," Jeff responded, looking down at his food.

"Are you going to eat or just pick at it?" I ask watching Jeff poke his food.

"I'm not hungry," Jeff states pushing his food away from him.

"Jeff you gotta eat." I chastise.

"Fine." Jeff picks up his cheeseburger and eats it. We sit in silence for a while before I speak up.

"Okay you said that you heard this guy yell at Shannon who did it sound like?" I question, studying him.

"Umm…I don't know I couldn't hear him that well, but it was kind of deep and he had a southern accent." Jeff answers as we walk out to the parking lot. After he says that, I look at him in disbelief unable to believe he can't figure it out.

"Okay so you're telling me that this guy had a deep southern accent and his name starts with 'm' and you don't know who it is?" I ask looking over at Jeff as we get in the rental car.

"Yeah, why?"

"Jeff out of Mark Henry, Mike Knox, and 'Taker, who has a deep voice?" I ask Jeff.

"Undertaker and Mark Henry." Jeff answers realizing what I'm doing.

"And which 'MARK' has a southern accent?" I ask to see if he is smart enough to figure this out already.

"Undertaker." He answers

"Exactly, god Jeff was that really that hard to figure out?" I say getting pissed off about how stupid Jeff can be. He doesn't answer; he just looks out his window as I drive to the hotel. When we get there, Jeff jumps out of the car and runs inside. I sit in the car for a couple of minutes. I get out and I walk into the hotel and walk up to the front desk.

"Excuse me I need to know what room I'm in?" I ask the receptionist

"Name?"

"Matt Hardy." I answer, and she looks at her computer.

"Room 187 fourth floor and here is your room card." She hand me the key card. I thank her and walk up to Jeff's and my room. I open the door expecting to see Jeff in the room but the room is empty.

I look at the time and it says 11:15 pm, I walk over to one of the beds and collapse onto it. I must've fallen asleep because the next time I open my eyes someone is banging on the door and the alarm clock is telling me it's three am. I glance over at the bed and see Jeff still isn't there.

Getting up and walking to the door I open it, finding Chris Jericho helping Jeff stand.

"What happened?" I ask helping Jeff into the room.

"Well I don't know I was going downstairs to the bar to get some stuff for the guys and I, and I walk in and found Jeff as drunk as he can get." Chris answers as we lay Jeff on one of the beds.

"Thanks Chris." He holds up his hand.

"No problem." He says walking to the door. I follow him out into the hall.

"Hey Umm…. Have you seen Mark tonight?" I ask curiously.

"Yeah I saw him earlier, he looked kind of pissed; why do you ask?"

"No reason I just didn't see him the other day," I answer.

"Okay, well I hope Jeff feels better he's gonna have one hell of a hangover." Chris laughs, I also laugh a little.

"Okay well I'll see you later Chris."

"Bye," Chris says walking away.

I walk back into me and Jeff's room; I am so going to kick his ass in the morning.

I wake up to the sound of puking, I shiver at the noise, I look at the alarm clock 'Damn it's only 7 am.'

I get out of bed and walk over to the bathroom, knocking softly on the door. "Jeff are you okay?"

"I'm fine," He states opening the door and walking past me.

"Jeff what was last night about?" I ask sitting next to him on the bed.

"Nothing, how did I get up here?" Jeff asks looking very confused.

"Jericho, he walked in the bar and he saw you plastered so he helped up here, at 3 in the morning." Jeff looks down and stares at the floor.

"I'm going to take a shower." Jeff gets up and walks to the bathroom.

"Okay, I am going to go get us some breakfast." I walk out of our room, as I am about to turn the corner I hear Mark talking to Vince I look around the corner and I see Mark walking down the hall, I go to follow him but Vince calls me over so I walk over.

"Hey Matt, just the person I need to talk to." Vince states.

"What can I do for ya Vince?"

"I need Jeff to go to the arena early."

"Umm…okay well me and Jeff were going to head over there early anyway."

"Well you see Stephanie has a new story line open for Jeff and needs to talk to him, and well Cena had an interview tonight but he got sick, and since you're not fighting tonight I told them you could do it, so have an interview tonight." Vince states in a matter-of-fact tone, I'm shocked I don't know what to thank, I mean we have to find Shannon tonight but I have to go to this stupid interview.

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