Nero

by Imagilove

Jeff sits in a chair at his son's bedside. He watches the sleeping teen and pulls out his notebook. He begins writing a poem when he hears a noise. He looks up from his writings to check on the teen. Jeff fights to keep his emotions in check as he watches the teen sleep looking so fragile and weak. The boy wheezes a little in his sleep. Jeff sighs and wipes his tears.

6. Chapter 6

Later that night, Jeff heads out to the ring for his match that Stephanie had scheduled. He walks out dressed in his street clothes as his music blares out across the arena. He walks over and grabs a mic before climbing into the ring. "Shut the music off please." he says as he climbs into the middle of the ring. The crowd falls silent as his music ends and he stands in the ring looking at the camera.

"As you can see, I am not dressed to compete… Before you can ask me why, allow me to explain." he stops a moment and takes a deep breath, continuing. "I am not dressed for competition because I am not competing tonight. I refuse to compete tonight because my son Nero is lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life." he says, walking to the ropes.

He looks at the entrance with his deep green eyes. "Stephanie McMahon refuses to let me have the time off to go and be by my dying son's bedside. So, therefore.. I am refusing to compete. And I challenge the entire roster to do the same." He says as a tear runs down his cheek.

The camera zooms in on his face. "Oh, and Stephanie… I am not leaving this ring until you give me what I want and also deserve." Jeff says with a shaky voice.

Jeff is interrupted when C.M. Punk's music blares through the speakers and across the arena. Jeff watches Punk closely as he makes his way to the ring, grabbing a mic. Punk climbs into the ring with his mic and walks over towards Jeff.

He looks at him calmly. "Now normally, I would come out and argue with you. Telling you that you were wrong and etc. But, right now… You are right. What Stephanie is doing to you is beyond wrong.. If I'm correct, it may even be illegal." Punk says.

Jeff nods and calmly speaks. "So, does that mean you'll stand by me and refuse to compete as well?" he asks.

Punk smiles a warm, comforting smile and replies. "Yes Hardy, I'll stand with you."

Jeff extends his hand and shakes with Punk as Vince McMahon comes out, making his way to the ring, mic in hand.

Jeff looks at Vince surprised as he climbs into the ring, looking him in the eye.

"Hardy, I'm sorry for the way my daughter Stephanie has treated you. You do not have to compete tonight." He says.

Jeff looks at him and nods. "Thank you sir." he replies.

Vince turns to the crowd and speaks. "Stephanie. Come out to the ring." he demands.

Stephanie's music blares across the speakers as she makes her way to the ring. She grabs a mic and walks towards the ring with a disgusted look on her face. Jeff looks at her, waiting patiently to hear what else her father has to say.

"Stephanie, I want you to apologize to Jeff." Vince says.

Stephanie turns and looks at Jeff, eyes narrowed and filled with disdain.

"I'm sorry." She says.