Yet again I thank all those who reviewed, love you guys, hope you'll enjoy this chapter just as much…
Disclaimer:
-- The same as with the two previous parts and guess what, it won't change with the next chapters either, I don't own anything, not the WWE, not the wrestlers, no nothing, so yaddayaddayadda I'm free :-)
-- In this fic wrestling is real, in case some of you haven't read the disclaimer or don't remember, or just started with this chapter, everything is real, so the Draft too is a matter of "luck" not "script"
-- And some Wrestlers are more like their Ring Persona than their Real One, so who cares hehe, this is FICTION, Umaga is Umaga and not Eddie, Kane is being referred to as both Kane and Glen, etc…
--Not every show that took place during the timespan is in here, I left some out to keep the size somewhat down, also, not every subchapter has a title, for some I just kept the event title, sorry :-(
NOTE:There's a little gift towards the end, a little Undertaker/Jeff hehehe, in the next chapter there will be another pairing with the Deadman but pssschttt, I won't tell who it will be ;-)
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CHAPTER 00 – Prequel Part 3
Come-Back
The days after Vince gave his ok for Jeff's comeback Mark did his best to keep him focused and calm, he tried to make him realize that maybe some of the wrestlers would tease him or give him a hard time, especially since Jeff was on edge to see Hunter again and Mark knew for a fact that Hunter didn't want to see him, he prepared him for the worst, passing hours discussing with the younger man and trying to get him tough enough for what would follow…
Big hurdles (May 12th)
He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he felt confident that no matter what someone would say he'd stay calm, if it wasn't for his own discipline, the big dark hoovering shadow that was never very far would make sure of it, it wasn't as if everybody was welcoming him back with a warm heart, but it was as smooth as it could get, he tried to ignore the looks as he made it through the hallways, ready to go and have his comeback, knocking on Vince's door so soft that McMahon wasn't sure there had really been a knock "Yes?", Jeff entered, his heart racing and his mind replaying what he actually wanted to tell him, but Vince interrupted him before he could start "Ah Jeff, good, come and sit down please", he sat down, fidgeting under Vince's intense scrutiny "You're looking good kid", Jeff gave him a timid smile "Thank you Sir", now that was one huge surprise for him, Jeff actually calling him "Sir" for once and not pouting like last time they had met "So how are you feeling?", "Good", "That's all?", "I'm clean Vince, you can have me checked whenever you want", "Oh but I will do that Jeff, rest assured, but for now we have other things to take care of", Jeff nodded and waited for Vince to continue "Here's your contract, read through it and sign it kid, and I hope you've learned your lesson this time", "I have", "Good, glad to hear you're back to your senses", Jeff managed to crackle a smile, before handing him the contract back, Vince nodding and extending his hand "No more stupid, childish stunts Hardy, or you're gone", Jeff had to keep back some wiseass comments, as if he didn't know already, no, everybody had repeat it over and over again "I know that", "Just to have it said kid… So, tonight you just make an appearance to explain everything", "Fine with me" and Jeff got up, leaving a grinning Vince alone in his office…
Mark had been waiting outside and gave Jeff a little smile when he got back "And?", "I'm officially back", "Congrats kid", he hugged him tenderly laughing as Jeff added "But no match today, just an appearance", "Better than nothing", "Yup, as much as I had hoped to wrestle tonight, I'm just as happy to start it slowly", "Good attitude", a third person joined the cuddling, Matt hugging Jeff, putting his head on his younger brother's shoulder "No, it's Mattitude actually", Jeff jumped a little and let go of Mark turning and grinning "Hey there", "Hi bro, you look good", "I always look good", "You know what I mean", Mark ruffled through Jeff's hair "See you later kid, I'll let you two talk", "Thanx Mark", Jeff couldn't keep back and hugged him tightly before watching him leave in Deadman style, Matt putting an arm around his brother and taking him to his lockerroom where he had some clothes he had brought for Jeff who hadn't been home since his trip to Texas "Wouah, you brought my stuff Matt", Matt nodded, amused to see his brother go through his stuff and beaming "Yes, thought you wanted some more of your stuff, now that you want to stay with Mark", "It's not forever you know", "I know, and I also know that it's a huge step for you to have asked for staying there", "What kinda step Matt?"
Matt realized he may have chosen the wrong moment and the wrong words when he saw the frown his brother was giving him "You know… with your problems and all", it just made some fuse inside of Jeff snap as he went back into denial, pouting and nearly yelling at him "I never had problems Matt, you believed I had some… I stay with Mark because I like him a lot and I have some fun with him", that just hit Matt like a slap "Oh, so you're not coming home because of me, that's nice, really", "No, I'm just saying I'm fed up with people trying to explain to me what's wrong with me, especially you", Matt was glaring at his brother and his voice was getting louder with every word "Especially me? All I did was worry myself sick bro, wondering when you'd finally come back to your senses, but apparently you're still not getting it, do you", "Oh I get it perfectly you know, you still think I have a problem, but I don't, never had and never will, so just shut up", Matt raised his hands in defeat and sat down, a sad shimmer in his eyes as Jeff took what he had brought him and left the lockerroom, slamming the door…
William Regal, also Darren for his "buddies" was in the backstage area, walking past Mark who was wincing, Jeff had been so nervous to get out there and now the Brit was positively ruining it as he stepped out, Jeff upon hearing his entrance song figured out why his mic had suddenly stopped working, now what he didn't know was Darren liked him and had been one of the first to agree on taking him back and giving him a chance when Vince had made his calls, but he was playing the asshole and wanted to see if the younger Hardy was ready to compete again, and take whatever shit was served his way "Is there something wrong with your mic Jeff?", Jeff couldn't believe he was doing this to him now, just this once he would have loved being able to finish what he actually had so long thought about saying, he stared at him with a very bad feeling mounting, now would come the trashtalk and the blaming, Darren was glad he had his attention, as he stated what was laying on his stomach, and it wasn't British food, since the younger man had re-signed and everybody was on him with suggestions and "good" advice "There's obviously something wrong with you, nobody wants to hear your Mea Culpa", Darren knew he was one who had had his issues in the past too, so he wasn't after lashing out or reminding him, he was only about to make his show a little more exciting and playing with what he was handed, and right now that was the return of Jeff after his suspension and his little speech, his unmistakable accent announcing "In fact, I think you should be punished for your sins… Therefore, you're about to compete against this man", Jeff was staying put and waited to see who would make it out, Umaga not really being his first choice, he knew he was ready even if this hadn't been planned but his anxiety was building up, his first match after all that time, he was more afraid to disappoint Mark than actually getting hurt by someone a lot bigger…
Putting him up against Umaga was a thing that even Mark had to digest, and Regal walking past him was just the right venting person "That wasn't fair", "He's three times quicker Mark, he'll beat him", "You shouldn't have done that nonetheless", "But I did, so live with it Deadman, he's back, he wrestles, period… Weren't you the one claiming he was ready?", sometimes Mark forget he actually liked Darren, but today was one of those days where all he wanted to do was send him back to the UK via a nice kick up his ass, he turned to the screen to see how his protégé was doing only to find that the fight apparently had started outside, Umaga rolling Jeff back inside the ring and playing a little with him…
Mark intently hoping that Jeff would retaliate before getting hurt, there was another man watching the match with great attention, one who wanted to see by himself if Jeff was back better than ever, not believing for a second he could win against his opponent, thrown into the cold water like that, he was very curious to see what would happen, another man sitting next to him, mumbling as Jeff finally reversed the situation "Yes, go kiddo", "Pfff", Jeff went for the pin, his mind in overdrive, he had done it, he'd just beaten Umaga, he was finally back, "See", "He got lucky", "Oh Hunter, come on, just give him the benefit of the doubt", "I don't think so, been there, done that, I'm not as stupid as you guys", "Or not as understanding", "Call it whatever you like Shawn, I'm not ready to forget his stunt", as they were discussing the subject, Jeff hurried back not wanting Umaga to beat him to a pulp and was receptioned by Mark "Great match Jeff", seeing he was holding his lower back he frowned "You're ok?", Jeff nodded "Yeah, just gonna have a bruise tomorrow, nothing bad", he had a large smile on his face "That did some good", in the back Darren stood, a small smile flickering over his face for a brief moment before he turned and walked away to make a phone-call…
Mark shoved Jeff off to get checked and barged into Vince's office, growling "Was that your idea?", "I wasn't against it when Darren suggested it, if that's what you're asking", "Ok, I want him on the Judgement Day card", "Mark, come on", "Vince", after an electrifying couple of minutes in which Vince went through all the states of Mark's glares, he finally nodded, not wanting the Deadman to get physical to prove his point "Ok, ok, guess I could do you a favour Mark and come up with something", Mark's attitude became less menacing, but his voice was dripping with sarcasm "I appreciate it Vince, but isn't it more like one less favour you owe me", "Don't you exaggerate it now, I hope he'll be ready", "Did you see his match?", "No", "Well, then have youself a blast and watch it, the kid is back", "Ok ok, I'm glad to know he'll help get the ratings up", Mark let out an annoyed sigh, shaking his head in amused disbelief "You and your ratings McMahon", "It's all about them", "Yeah, and there I was thinking you cared about us", "I do, but I also care for my company, so if he's ready, I'm a happy man, but don't forget, he's at two strikes, he better play by the rules from now on", Mark sighed dramatically "Yeah McMahon, he knows that", "Good, so I see who I can come up with as opponent, I suppose he's back one hundred percent?", "Of course", "Good, just to make sure I'm not giving him something too big", "You're an asshole Vince", "Yeah, and you are wasting my time, so if you have nothing more, I'd like to finish what I was doing", Mark snarled, his voice a little snappy "And that was what? Wanking?" as he got out, ignoring the answer his boss was giving him…
Big announcements (May 13th)
The next day, Jeff felt like crap, he had gone out partying with the guys after they had arrived back at the hotel, and the fact he was alone just didn't help his mood, Mark and his brother both already in Grand Rapids, even if Chris had accepted to room with him, it was more out of Matt's plea to do so and keep an eye on his brother, he was feeling lonely, missing Mark and his incessant teasings and threatenings, after yesterday he seriously wanted to have a day where he could sleep and chill, his cellphone ripped him out of his brooding "Hey kid", a smile made it to his face "Mark", "How are you doing?", "Peachy", "Liar", "I'm ok Mark", "Ok, have a nice day and behave", "Yeah whatever Mark, you too", Matt was like on eggs, waiting for Mark to give Jeff the good news, and was trying to hear what his brother would say by scouting closer to the Deadman "Oh and Jeff, looking forward to see you in Omaha kid", Jeff wasn't sure he had heard right, actually he had planned to travel home for a couple of days, and Mark knew that, so he was pretty irritated "What are you talking about? I really wanted to chill a little", "Oh, so you want me to go and tell Vince that you won't be available to wrestle?"
There was a little silence before he could hear Jeff stutter "I can… I can wrestle at Judgement Day?", "Well, I think that's what I just said", Matt grabbed the phone "Stop dreaming bro, yeah you're part of the card, so you better be ready", "Matt… Yeah, I will, man that's so cool, that's like the coolest thing ever", "Yeah, I figured you'd enjoy the news", "Thanx guys, really", "Don't thank me, thank Mark", Chris came back to the room and looked at Jeff who was shaking, a large grin on his face "You're ok?", "Thanx Mark… And yeah Chris, seems I'll be travelling with you to Omaha", changing, Chris smiled, happy for his friend "Sweet", "Yeah…", Mark had gotten the phone back "Well, guess I'll let you go about your day kid", "Yeah, and Mark… I really, really appreciate what you have done for me", "Didn't do anything kid", "Oh no, I know you did", "Ok, why don't you show me how grateful you are by winning", "I promise", "Ok, bye kid", "Bye, and watch my bro a little", "I will", the second he hung up he jumped Chris "It's soooooo cool you know", Jericho was trying not to lose his balance, laughing "Yeah, but no reason to kill me", "Sorry", "Listen, we're heading off to the gym, wanna join us", "Sure, just let me get ready"
Judgement Day (May 18th 2008, Omaha)
When Hunter read the added match he raged, he couldn't believe Mark had managed to get Vince to accept, even consider it, and his first way was made to ask Mark what he had been thinking, ok he was back, but being immediately allowed to perform in a PPV was just too much for Hunter to understand "Have you lost your mind?", the Deadman looked up and glared at HHH "Excuse-me?", "You know what I mean Mark, how could you?", Mark shook his head and continued getting dressed, his voice pure amusement "What?", "Jeff", Mark was feigning obliviousness all the way, knowing very well what his friend was talking about but teasing him until the end "What did we do?", sitting down on the bench, Hunter was on the verge of pouting and acting like the biggest drama queen "He's wrestling tonight", Mark chuckled "Yes, so?", there were so many things wrong with the situation according to Hunter's common sense, and he couldn't believe Mark was teasing him like that "So? He just came back from suspension Deadman"
Mark was fighting an outburst, a laughter outburst, something that didn't happen often "And?", Hunter decided it was time to adress some of the biggest issues he had with Jeff performing "You know what is funny? Not one single guy, not one, not ever got that a big push from you", at least every longing to laugh disappeared as Mark's eyes locked with Hunter's and he became dead serious "That's not true and you know it Paul", "He screwed-up and now, not even a week after his return he's allowed to perform at a PPV-event", "He redeemed himself, now let it go", "No, I won't, he lied to me, straight into my face Mark, sorry if I'm not forgiving", "At least keep your opinion to yourself in that case, you're becoming tiring Hunter", "I really hope I won't have to see him, seriously, keep him off my back Mark"
Mark finished adjusting his hair, grinning and making Hunter frown a little more "Will do, but it will be difficult", Hunter snarled "Well, he annoys me, he'll only do it once, it will be a painful experience, so you better convince him Mark", Hunter turned to leave, the door opening and the one person he didn't want to see standing in front of him, glancing shyly at him "Out of my way Hardy", "Hi Hunter", Paul pushed Jeff out of his way since he didn't move and rushed away, leaving Jeff look miserably at Mark who was feeling sad for him "Jeff, relax, he just hasn't found it in him to forgive you yet", Jeff finished getting dressed, shaking his head "And he never will", "Yes, he will, he just needs time kid", "Did you see his glare, if looks could kill I would be six feet under by now", "He's hurt Jeff, he feels betrayed, he'll come around, just try not to provoke him too much for the moment"
Mark managed to get Jeff to accompany him to the large screen backstage to watch the other matches, Jeff not saying a word and only walking next to him mind in the clouds, nearly bumping into a raging Kane who was helping CM Punk to the medics, Mark just pulled Jeff aside, Kane nodding to his brother before moving on, Jeff sighing "See, even Glen seems pissed at me", "Jeff please, he's the last person to be pissed at you, and that's something I can swear you, he kinda likes you even", "Yeah, right", Mark pushed Jeff to the couches and sat down next to him, Shawn looking at him wondering what was going on, but Mark dismissing it "It's cool Shawn, you go and destroy Chris", "I will anyways, you take care of him", "I will", Jeff let out another sigh "He is ok guys, just leave me alone please, both of you"
Mark had won and Jeff was beaming, jumping up and making his little dance, but Vickie's voice made him halt "Oh no, don't she dare", Orton snarling, voice vile and spitting "Uhu, oh she will, stupid bitch" and Shawn joining in "Yeah, I soooo feel like rolling her fat ass out of here", Jeff grinned at him "Need help?", and Shawn just nodded, face amused and feigning seriousness "Yes, she's too heavy for just one of us to push her", they all booed straight into her face as she passed them, Jeff joining Mark the second he got back, ignoring MVP as he passed to get out to the ring to claim his match "Man, I'm so sorry", even if Mark was in a fueling rage, he managed a smile for Jeff, patting his shoulder "Wasn't you kid, I still won… And now you go out there and do the same, heard me? MVP needs an opponent and you need exercise", Jeff grinned "Yes, I'll put him into pieces", Matt slapped Jeff playfully on the head "May I introduce my baby-brother to that moron?", Jeff stuck out his tongue "Yes, please", Mark shook his head amused "Boys boys boys, you go and have fun…", Jeff was grinning "Thanx Mark, I'll join you when I'm done", "You do that, but first focus on what is at hand now kid", "Yes, promised", Jeff got ready to head out, Mark making his way to his lockerroom, the frown on his face making everybody move out of his way on their own…
Jeff was battered, bruised and hurt, but at least he had pinned MVP, and that pleased someone else very much, he even let a small, mysterious and wondering smile slip on his face on his special watching spot, Darren was trying to picture what the Deadman had done to Jeff to make him better, stronger and more resilient, Jeff made his way backstage, his wrist and arm hurting enough to make him head to the EMT's after a little stare-down with Randy, who was about to go and wrestle HHH…
With cooling gel on his arm he went to Mark's lockerroom, finding a still very agitated Undertaker talking to Glen "Should I leave you two?", "No kid, it's ok", Glen just stared at him and shook his head slowly, moving from his spot next to Mark and motioning Jeff to sit down "What happened to you Hardy?", Jeff let himself drop down on the couch, leaning back and holding his arm "MVP", Mark chuckled "Well, now both Hardy Boys have proven to be better than him, poor Montel", "You're not saying, man I just hate the guy, and it did some good to pin the fucker", "I can imagine", Hunter's entrance song started, Jeff's eyes immediately focusing on the tv Mark had in his lockerroom…
Throughout the match, Mark cast discrete glances over to the younger Hardy, and he had to smirk, Jeff was following every move that happened in the ring, taking in each and every move that HHH was performing, memorizing them and imagining counter-moves he'd use, at least that was what Mark was reading into the little unconscient movements he could discern "Jeff?", the only proof he had been heard was a faint "Humm?", the smirk on Mark's face grew "The match is over", Jeff's head moved and he stared at him, blushing "Sorry, I was thinking", "That I saw kid", all the way to the hotel Jeff was lost in thought, excusing himself and going to bed immediately, exhausted by the whole day…
One Night Stand (June 1st 2008)
As Jeff got out of his lockerroom, the one he had to share since Mark had told him he had to start to make friends again and that constantly staying with him would only make the guys suspicious and "jealous", so he now was sharing, even if he had had luck, and was indulging in the company of Matt, Shawn, Rey, Phil and Dave, so coming out and standing nose to nose with Umaga wasn't something that made him very merry "What do you want", he got an intense scrutiny and got ready to defend himself, but Umaga's presence wasn't for hostile purposes "Wild fight", "Oh that you'll get, don't you worry", if Umaga's overwhelming aura hadn't impressed him much the smile he now got chilled him, and the patting on his shoulder too, he watched the bigger man leave and checked if his shoulder was still in place, and it was, he shook his head and headed of to the ring…
He watched his brother's match together with some of the other guys, happy for him and his win over Shelton, but he didn't have time to celebrate since his match was up immediately after Matt's, Umaga startling him when he stopped behind him and pushed him a little, still grinning like a madman "Hey, no hostilities before the bell rings big guy", "No problem Rainbow… Now go…", Jeff shook his head, between amused and intrigued, and gave his brother a hug before making his way to the ring…
Jeff knew how the odds were standing for an injury, but still, he had to prove that he could survive against guys way bigger than him, and standing on top of the truck it didn't take much thinking for him to swanton down, straight onto Umaga…
He didn't realize what he had done at first, but the slap he got himself from his brother catapulted him back into reality, and Mark's equally dark frown joined to his sibling's ramblings about breaking necks and bones made him bow his head and mumble a small "sorry", unfortunately he started giggling and it destroyed any chance of both men taking him seriously anymore, and the so-called ramblings continued afterwards at the hotel, at the bar, Mark whispering his disagreement on such moves vividly over a drink, Matt just staring blankly into his bottle, wondering what he had done to deserve such a brother, he had to admire the skill of pulling such a move, but it was reckless and dangerous, and the fact that Jeff didn't realize that just drove him beyond crazy "I don't get it that you think it is normal to do such moves", "It is Matt, damn, the truck was standing there, why not use it", Matt was shaking his head in disbelief "Well, one to survive perhaps, two in respect of your opponent who risks his life too when you pull those jumps", "Pff, please", "Matt, I wouldn't say he shouldn't do it because of his opponents, but for himself", "It was a normal move, plus…" Jeff took a sip of his beer "He asked for it"
"He asked for it?", Jeff nodded, grinning "Yes, he wanted a wild match, well he got it", Matt was still not getting his brother, and continued with his fears and objections "You could have broken every bone in your body Jeff, you were lucky you landed on Umaga and not the concrete", Jeff winced, touching his lower back and butt "Oh believe me, I hit the concrete and it didn't do any good bro, but I survived and the crowd went nuts", Mark patted him friendly "It was a brilliant move, but a reckless one nonetheless kid", "I'm reckless", "That I know", "And you love it", "Oh Jeff, I'm heading off to bed, night boys", Jeff gave him a sweet smile "Can I join you?", "No kid, I need sleep and so do you… See you tomorrow morning", "Ok, sleep thight Taker", Jeff was now the only target for Matt, who stared at his brother, frowning a little "You… and him?", it was the type of discussion Jeff hated, and he really hoped Matt wouldn't insist too much, knowing he wasn't exactly ok with Jeff sleeping with other men "What do you mean?", "You sleep with Mark?", Jeff turned red, shaking his head and rapidly finding a good excuse "Well not like you're insinuating Matt, I just sleep great when I'm sharing a bed with him, that's all", "Uhu Jeff, I know you, that's so gross you know", "Then why don't you just shut up and leave me the fuck alone Matt", "Hey, no reason to get evil bro, I'm just saying I rather not know about you and other men that's all", Jeff sighed exasperated "Then stop talking about it…" before finishing his beer and getting up "I'm off to bed too, night", "Hey wait, I'm not gonna stay alone here", Matt finished his beer and followed him, Jeff ignoring him all the way to their room…
When Jeff got out of the bathroom Matt stared at his brother, paling a little "Jeff", "What now?", "You're… Fuck" he turned around him, wincing at each bruise and cut that he could see on his body "Damn, you should watch it a little", moving in time with his brother, he stared at him "Watch what?", "Your health", "It's just bruises bro, it's ok, I'm not in pain", "Oh right, you're not in pain…", "No, a little stingy feeling on my back but for the rest I'm feeling fine", Matt shook his head "What's wrong with you?", "What? Hey, you've got some bruises too on your body, so why don't you get busy with telling yourself to watch it, I'm old enough to take care of myself Matt", "Uhu, that I can see", pouting, Jeff got down under the covers of his bed and buried his head in the pillow, ignoring Matt, 'cause he felt like slapping him and screaming he was ok, and knowing how that would escalate afterwards he preferred ignoring him, Matt getting down too, on his own bed and staring at his brother "Jeff?", he didn't get any answer, so he tried a little louder "Jeff, please… I'm just worrying sick", Jeff started mumbling into his pillow "And that's the problem Matt, stop worrying, I'm ok", "I can't stop worrying Jeff, you're my baby-brother and I want you to be safe", Jeff lifted his head a little "I'm safe, dammit, you've done moves too already that froze the blood in my veins but have I ever told you to stop? No, so respect me enough to understand that I know what I do", "I'll try", "Thanx and night", "You're still pouting", "No, I'm tired bro", "Uhu, sure, well night", "Love you", "Love you too bro, even if you're gonna be my death one day", "Well, same here Matt"
The Draft (June 23rd)
Jeff arrived earlier and was staying with Shawn, fact that Hunter had welcomed with a cold stare and nothing more than an icy nod without eye contact, he wasn't gonna start playing buddies with him only because Shawn was feeling all altruistic and he was a little hurt that his friend would just let Jeff around when he was actually there, especially since he had voiced many times he was over and done with the younger Hardy, and now he had to sit there and have the irresponsible, lying and cheating brat at arm's length, that realization made him smirk evily, he could punch him and leave, but then he'd have both Shawn and Mark on his ass, no, he had to play it smart "See you later Shawn, I have some stuff to take care of", "Ok, see ya Hunt", Jeff didn't say a word, he wasn't a fool, he knew why Hunter was leaving the room, and the second the door closed behind him he let out a sigh, looking at Shawn who gave him a little smile "He's not ready Jeff, don't push him", "I know, I'm just sorry he left you know, I shouldn't have come here", "Don't be silly, he tries to find out if he's gonna be drafted or not tonight, he didn't leave because of you"
They sat backstage, Jeff's dearest wish to be moved to Smackdown with his brother and Mark when he'd return, but already on his pessimistic trip in which he saw them both drafted to Raw, he sat on a couch with Rey, Cena and his brother and waited for the outcome of Hunter's match, well no, they actually waited for it to be over and the draft to start, everybody silently hoping for this or that and fixing the screen, Rey sighing discretly and getting up to make it to the ring to meet Hunter, who was pretty happy with luck on this pick, he joined him backstage to tell him exactly that, interrupted by Cena who had something to tell the Game too, Rey came back to the screen and got back down, watching the next match, Jeff jumping up completely happy for a second, he was moving over to Smackdown with his brother, that was unless he would be going to Raw, he made it out too but not to the ring, and came back to sit down again, his brother frowning "From happy to pouty?", Jeff shook his head, giving him a little, yet sad smile "No, I just want you to stay with Smackdown too bro", "Yeah would be great, both of us together again", they watched the next match, Rey and Phil high-fiving each-other with Phil's draft to Raw, he was completely happy as he made his little appearance with his briefcase, that briefcase that made Jeff cringe, at least he wouldn't have to see it anymore now, Matt grinned at him mischieviously as he was told he was up for a match too "Seems I need a tagteam partner bro, how are you feeling?", Jeff got up, having found his smile back "Let's go and annihilate those two fuckers"
They made it to the ring, the crowd going crazy, the match was a real blast until John got a pin on Matt, the next draft was just what Jeff had feared, his brother moving to ECW, well at least they could travel together most of the time from now on, but still, Matt hugged his brother, well he wasn't too happy but not pissed, not pissed at all at the idea of joining ECW, but seeing his brother not so happy he kissed him on the cheek and hugged him again, before they made their way back, to take a quick shower and watch the following drafts, Dave moving to Raw was something nobody even had considered, and Dave was pretty raging at Adam who he couldn't stand the least bit, Jeff was sitting there, head on his brother's shoulder and wondering how that would be, now that they could travel together, he'd have his babysitter back, that realization made him chuckle, MVP glaring at him thinking it was about him, Jeff mouthed at him but since he had to go out it didn't take long and he put his head back down to watch the match, the next draft making him voice his objection "Oh no, he's always getting me bruises and it will continue now, no no no", Matt chuckled "At least you've beaten him often enough", "But still", if Umaga's draft hadn't been what Jeff had wanted, the next one didn't make Jeff merrier, Kane was a guy he could talk to and who had helped him and see him move to Raw was one more downer, not to Dave who let out a sigh "At least he'll be around me now", "And many others, Raw ain't that bad Batista"
And the 15-man battle royal wasn't going to make his night, he'd have to face his brother, and even worse, fight together with MVP and Adam, but what the hell, and how had the Big Show phrased it before they'd gone out, they were there to win the next two drafts, and with what they had on their side it didn't even look that bad, way into the battle, Jeff and Hunter crossed their eyes and it somehow compelled the Game to start pounding on him, nearly managing to throw him out, but the Big Show came for his help, Jeff needed a sec after that treatment to remember why, they were on the same team, his next problem was that the only opponent on the floor before him was his brother, and he wasn't about to perform a Swanton on Matt, not for any draft on earth, so he waited and was served Hunter by Adam, and that one did an awful lot of good, what did less were Glen's punches and MVP's backstabbing action he managed to evade, Matt throwing MVP out, now even if he was on Jeff's team he was glad he was out, Matt and him got into a staredown, both aware that they could fight if they wanted, and they both enjoyed kicking each other's asses way too much to let a situation like this slip, no hard feelings, and Jeff started the dance kicking Matt in the stomach and a little brawl erupted, Jeff throwing his brother and the ECW out, he felt sorry, but just shortly as he was catching his breathe before starting one with Hunter, who managed to eliminate him, now that was one bitter loss for him, the fact that Adam made the won for them couldn't cheer him really up, Mr Kennedy's draft neither, but HHH, now that was one good news, at least he could have his little vengeance on the guy…
Hunter wasn't as amused, standing next to the ring, to him this was wrong on so many levels, fate had nicely gotten him on this one, what the hell would he be doing on Smackdown, and the fact that exactly at that moment he thought of Jeff pissed him off even more, now he'd have that little brat around all the time, sometimes life just sucked…
Admissions (25th July 2008, Philadelphia)
Jeff arrived at the arena together with Shannon and since they had overslept a little, their last evening at a club having lasted until far too late, they made it to the catering area to get something to eat, Jeff getting informed he had to take part in a Battle Royal for a shot at HHH's gold "That's great Jeff, you finally have a shot at it", Jeff finished chewing and nodded "Yeah, but I'd love to know whoelse will be in the match", "Well, you'll know soon enough", they finished and Jeff started roaming the hallways looking for his opponents, the first one to grin at him was Umaga, making Jeff grin too "Guess you're in it too", "Yes", "Well, you know whoelse is in?", "Who cares", "Well I do", "You think too much", Jeff playfully slapped him and continued his way, but not finding anyone made it back to his lockerroom to get changed…
He couldn't stand MVP, the guy annoyed him to the highest, but there was no way he could weasel himself out of an appearance on his "show", anyways what was on his mind was the Battle Royal that had been announced for later that evening, he knew it was one huge chance to go and get a title-shot and a match against HHH and no-one would take that away from him, and certainly not Montel, and he was prepared to have his ass handed verbally to him in that ring, or the VIP-lounge, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let him win this, absolutely not…
And Montel knew how to enrage Jeff and rubbed all his past mistakes in his face, Mark backstage praying for Jeff to keep his cool, and it seemed to work, but in his defence MVP had pushed him very far, and pushing was just what Jeff did too, and rather strongly making Montel trip back and make his way quickly out of the ring, he knew why he ran like a little girl, the look in Jeff's eyes made him slightly nervous and he didn't want to bust his chances in his match later, Jeff following him with his eyes and the fact that he may have overdone it dawning, at least for once MVP looked as if he was at a loss and that was one hell of a good thing, they got into a staredown, both knowing that the match would become the place where to settle this little problem that had started weeks back…
Jeff made his way back and to his lockerroom to get ready and calm his nerves a little before his match, Shannon sitting in there, giving him a victorious smile "I have the identity of two of your opponents", "I have Umaga", "Damn, well leaves me with one more, the Big Show", Jeff pulled a face "Damn, bruise-time with those two", the door opened and Ken entered, rolling his eyes at Jeff "What an idea to put opponents together in one lockerroom", "You're in the Battle Royal too?", "Yes", "You know who else besides Paul and Umaga?", "Paul? Which Paul?", "Big Show", "Shoops, those two always mean pain", "Yes", "Well, I know MVP and you will be in it", "Well, guess we'll have to wait and see", "Yes"
The second the bell rung Jeff tried to get his hands on MVP, who rolled himself out of harms way and out of the ring, so Jeff helped Kennedy with the Great Khali, Kennedy even getting down so Jeff could pull his move, they tried getting him over the rope and out of the match but ended both on their asses in the middle of the ring along with MVP, Jeff rolled out of the ring to catch his breathe, before starting a brawl with Montel and knocking him out of the ring, eliminating him, before Umaga and MR Kennedy went out too, Jeff knew with the two men left he was having one tough mission as he was laying on the ringfloor and inhaling deeply and with Umaga's "illegal" intervention he jumped the Big Show eliminating him too, in his mind it all was buzzling, hearing the crowd scream he climbed on the turnbuckle and performed a Swanton Bomb on the Great Khali, hurting his back a little in the process but that didn't tamper with his driven state, it only fueled it even more, unfortunately he ended up destroyed outside…
In Connecticut one man was frowning at the outcome of the match as his friend next to him was shaking his head "Damn, poor kid", "Humm, I have to say, as much as I love to see him getting punished, he really fought well and deserved to win", "Not to mention that now you'll have yourself one painful match", Hunter turned his head and threw a cussion at Shawn who was getting up to get them some more beer…
Smackdown (August 1st 2008)
After his match, as Jeff was being patched up, he needed stitches on his shoulder and was feeling far from well, another man at the arena received a phone-call, the Big Show, "Hello?", "Paul, it's Mark", "Hey Deadman, how are ya doing?", "Better than Hardy", "Yeah, saw his match too, man he was out cold, but was a great match", "Yes, listen, I need to ask you a favour", "Shoot man", "I need you to make sure Jeff makes it to the hotel after the show, and to his room", the Big Show was laughing "No problem man, I'll watch the kid", "Thanx, I knew you would", "So, where are you?", "On my way there", "You're kidding me?", "No, I had some things to take care of, but I don't want the kid to be alone now", "Mark, seriously, stay wherever you are, I'll watch him and have him travel with me to the next city", "You would do that?", "Yes, I would", "Ok, thanx man, I'll call you tomorrow", "You do that"
Still laughing he got up and went on his quest to find Jeff, his first intuition the right one as he found him still being taken care of "Here you are", Jeff vaguely registred that there was someone talking to him and turned his head a little hissing in the process "Hey", "How are you feeling?", "Ask me again tomorrow", "Will do since you and I will hang a little", "What?", "Mark called and asked me to make sure you'd get to your hotel", "Really?", "Yes", he helped Jeff back to his lockerroom and the hotel, "You're sure you want to stay here, we could room together", "I'm not a baby, I can sleep on my own", "Ok kid, good night, I'll see you for lunch", "Yes, night"
Jeff immediately went to bed, his cellphone in his hands and checking his missed calls, noticing his brother had called several times so he propped himself comfortably on the pillows and called him back "Hey Matt", "Jeff, finally, how are you", "Well, feeling as if Khali had played with me… Oh wait, no, that actually happened", Matt growled, irritation clearly in his voice "Jeff, stay serious for once", "Seven stitches on my shoulder, bruises and cuts by the dozen, a huge headache forming and a bitter frustration deep in me… Other than that I'm ok", "Where are you?", "In bed", "At the hotel?", "Yes Matt, at the hotel, actually Paul helped me over here", "Paul? As in HHH?", "No, as in Big Show, apparently Mark asked him to watch me a little", "Good", "Good? Hey, I'm over thirty, I can stay alone for a couple of days guys", "I know, but in your battered state…", Jeff interrupted him "Yeah, I have to admit it was nice to have someone help me back… And now I'll sleep, I'm dead", "Got something against the pain?", "Yeah, everything nice and official, so don't you worry", "Night bro", "Night", "Rest a little", "I will, night Matt"
Jeff hung up and called Mark, yawning into the phone just as Mark was answering, he earned himself a chuckle "Well Hardy, you sound tired", "I am, just wanted to call and tell you I was pretty much ok, Big Show helped me back to my room", "Yes, I asked him to keep an eye on you", "I'm ok Mark", "How many stitches?", Mark could sense Jeff's pout through the phone as he mumbled "Seven", "Ouch, that many?", "Yes, that many", "Well, you should try and sleep a little", "I will, night Mark… And Taker?", "Yes kid", "Thanx", "You're welcome Jeff, sweet dreams", "Yup, bye", Jeff put his phone aside and switched the light out, stretching before yawning again and drifting off to sleep…
Big Show kept his promise and kept a close eye on Jeff for the next couple of days and Jeff, even if he reduced his workout still continued working his muscles and calling both Mark and his brother regularly…
Gigantic Steps (22nd August 2008)
Jeff had started not being able of sleeping longer than sunrise and when Mark opened his eyes he found his roommate and protegé sitting on his bed, earplugs in and braiding his hair, he rolled to rest on his side and his elbow, contemplating him for a good ten minutes before Jeff's head turned, he had started feeling all fuzzy and observed and his eyes locked onto Mark's, who gave him a warm smile "Morning freak", "Humm, morning Taker" Jeff finished the hairstrand he was working on, took his plugs out and moved over to Mark, sliding under his covers and snuggling close, Mark chuckled "Jeff… Come on, don't do that", he was referring to the hand that was stroking his chest, playing with his nipples and that mouth that was gently biting his earlobe "Jeff, seriously", "Humm"
Jeff kissed him and felt pulled up on top of Mark, hands roaming his back before settling on his buttcheeks and pulling his boxers down, Mark mumbling "You don't understand a no, do you", "And you say no when you're actually meaning yes", "Well at least you're not troubled anymore", "No, only horny, so could we stop talking", "Why? Don't you like talking while doing it?", Jeff couldn't hide his blushing, Mark gently inserting a finger and then a second while talking to him and grinning amused "Mark, please…", "Please what kid?", he added a third finger and started to move them, Jeff panting straight into his ear "Humm yes Taker… Deeper…" and nibbling on his neck, making Mark arch against him, moment Jeff used to pull down his underwear and positionning himself over Mark's hard cock, Mark retrieving his fingers and putting his hands on Jeff's hips, slowly helping him down "Slow Jeff, you'll hurt yourself like that", he had some trouble keeping Jeff's downward pace slow, and at one point he stopped caring, hearing Jeff's moans and feeling his hips rotate further down he arched up, gripping Jeff's hips hardly and joined his moaning to his, hips moving in time with Jeff's movements…
None of them needed long before their orgasms shook them, Jeff falling on top of Mark, panting loudly, one arm on each side of the Deadman's head, face nuzzled in his neck, Mark was pulling out of him and hugged him, his arms on Jeff's back "Oh kid, that's one nice activity when waking up", Jeff lifted his head, grinning "Yeah it is, but you're not accepting often enough", "Well, that's to make you want it more", Jeff rolled off of him and stretched on his back, laughing "So you're denying nine out of ten times just to make you more desirable", "No, not desirable, but wanted", Mark got up to go to the bathroom for a shower, but seeing Jeff's pleading look he had to smile and motioned him to join him, knowing how badly Jeff needed cuddling and loved taking showers with him, Mark even soaped the younger man's back, giving him a free massage while he was at it, Jeff leaning on his arms against the showerwall, head bend and sweet moans exiting his throat "Oh no kid, this is shower-time, not the next round", "I know, but it just feels so good when you do that", "That's what I intend", Mark finished the massage, got rid of the soap, slapped Jeff on his ass and left him standing under the spray of water "Ouch", "Oh yes Jeff, ouch, I get you"
Jeff got out of the bathroom when Mark was already dressed and checking his mails, he dressed too and sat down next to Mark's legs "Breakfast?", "Yes, I'm just finishing this mail", while waiting, Jeff finished the bag he'd take to the arena later, and by the tme he was done, Mark was putting his laptop away…
Jeff was playing with Mark's hat, making it turn in his hand and looking at him getting ready for his return "Scare the shit out of her", "I will kid", "Ha, I'm probably more excited than you are", "Now are you?" Mark grabbed the hat back and put it on, checking himself in the mirror, Jeff commenting "Perfect", "Jeff, could you give me some space please", he got a last hug and Jeff grinned "Sure, go get them" and left the lockerroom, knowing just like he did need some time before matches Mark did too, and it gave him some time to grab a bite before getting to the backstage screen and sitting down, pushing Shawn out of the way and off the couch at the same time, fact that caused a general hilarity amongst all the witnesses of the act "Hey, have you lost it?", Jeff stuck out his tongue, playfully teasing him some more "Nope, I need to be comfortable that's all", "Do you?", "Yes, to watch the Deadman", "Well me too you asshole, so move a little", laughing, Shawn let himself drop half on Jeff who moved a little and put his arm around him "Ah see, you can be nice when you want it", "No, only when I have to", they watched Vickie and the ring and then suddenly the lights went out and a very recognizable gong could be heard…
The moment he was told he had to wrestle the Great Khali his face had drained of all colour and he had started to silently pray all the Gods available and who would find it in themselves to help him that the guy would miraclously disappear before the match, but it didn't help and so he was faced with someone he knew he'd have some major problems to pin, Hunter stared at him without any emotion, man there were days Hunter was feeling blessed that he could show no emotion when needed, as he passed him million things went through his mind, one major one a warning to watch his back in the ring, but nothing escaped his lips, Jeff followed his entrance on the screen, Mark standing behind him to keep his ass safe from Khali, he didn't want them to start it backstage, and the glare Jeff received made him have to hold him back, the younger Hardy already wanting to tear apart the Punjabi Monster "Relax Jeff, you'll have him in the ring", "Yeah, but why not knock him down here? Would make it easier in the ring you know", "It's true that this won't be an easy match kid, but I know that you'll find one good strategy in there" Mark tipped his finger against Jeff's forehead and hugged him, whispering "And please, focus on Khali, not Hunter, ok…", "I'll try Mark", "Good", Mark watched him make his way to the ring, a worrying frown on his face…
Hunter checked out Khali when he made his way to the ring, commenting the whole scene with Ross, getting even into a little stare-down with the Giant, only interrupted by Jeff making his way to the ring too, entering and doing what Mark had said, keeping his entire attention on his opponent and not the one sitting outside, and he didn't flinch when they started a little staredown, he only felt pissed when he was pushed back and didn't refrain from slapping him, immediately doing the wisest thing, sliding out of the ring and getting out of harm's way, but once back in he got one major clothesline that knocked the air right out of him and the following headbutt didn't help, he knew he was in trouble, he had hoped he could stay out of his grip but right there he was just a puppet for his opponent, and he could swear his shoulder was falling apart when Khali was applying his hold, and being thrown through the ring on his back wasn't really what he had planned, it was pure pain right now, and he was trying to figure out how to reverse the situation, and quickly…
Jeff didn't see the way Hunter was observing the match but he managed to finally get one done and jumped on the turnbuckles, unfortunately he decided to cheer with the fans and not perform his move immediately and Khali used the moment to throw him outside the ring…
Hunter punched him straight in the face before he could do more and just distract Jeff and grabbed a chair, ready to use it against Khali, he knew he wouldn't let his manager and translater get hurt and would let go of Jeff to come and save him, so he just waited and slammed the chair straight to Khali head the second he grabbed him, hoping Jeff would make good use of it, he didn't know what possessed him all of a sudden, but seeing the kid fight in that ring made him want to have a victory and a title-shot, maybe Mark was right afterall and he had changed, really changed this time, and Jeff didn't lose a second, getting Khali down and pinned, and immediately rolling his ass out of the ring, and at speed of light, he didn't want to give Hunter a shot with his chair to prove a point now that the match was over, Hunter was not hiding the fact that his eyes were lingering on the younger man, his thoughts well hidden…
He had won but his rips were telling him that they had taken a toll on it, he had some trouble breathing correctly and was immediately pulled along by the Deadman to get checked "Hey wait, I need to talk to Hunter", Mark didn' let go and continued to pull him along "No you don't Jeff, you don't want to do that", "Seriously Mark, he helped me out there", Jeff was trying to get him to let go but was unsuccesful with any of his attempts so he stopped and started to cooperate, leaning on Mark…
It wasn't Jeff but Shawn who welcomed Hunter, a large grin on his face "Well well well", "No, shut up, I just did it 'cause the kid is smaller than Khali, an easier kill so to speak", "Of course Paul, of course, how could I think otherwise", Hunter sighed and left him standing there, making his way to his lockerroom to get his things and leave, but Shawn was following him, continuing his little teasings…
Mark made a mental memo to inform Jeff that Hunter probably had done it for other reasons than to help him even if he had some doubt, just a little doubt, he had seen Paul's face and was starting to wonder, but what Jeff had to know was that Hunter wasn't the guy to be around right now "Uhu, you can call it help or whatever, but I strongly urge you not to talk to him", his diverse pains made Jeff hiss and lean a little more on the Deadman, Mark worrying a little "You ok?", "Yeah, just my rips", "Just your rips, nice", "Hey, I'm gonna wrestle Hunter, who cares about some rips that sting", "Yes you will, and well, you should kid, it will be difficult if you're not at three hundred percent", Mark pushed him down and positioned himself at Jeff's head, keeping him gently down by his shoulders "Stay still kid", and even if he wasn't one hundred percent ok with the fact Jeff got some pills, he didn't say anything, knowing that it would help Jeff support the pain and manage to get some sleep that night…
When Jeff was patched up he helped him to the lockerroom and helped him change before dragging him to the car where Glen was already waiting "Ah, we're taking Hardy with us", "Yes", he opened the door and Jeff got in the backseat, laying down, yawning and closing his eyes "You rest kid", Kane was laughing getting in with his brother "Khali killed him", Mark looked at the sleeping man through the rear-mirror and smiled "He'll be ok", "He seems ok to me already Mark", "It was a way of speech bro" , they made it to the hotel, Jeff waking when the engine humming stopped, opening his eyes and needing a moment to understand where he was, Kane playfully pulling him out by his legs "Hey…", "Get up Hardy", "If you let go", he was hanging upside down in Kane's grip, giggling "Come on, let me go man", Glen grinned and let him down, slowly, Jeff getting up wincing a little "You're ok Hardy?", "Yeah, just my rips, but not your fault Glen", Glen insisted on carrying Jeff's bag, Jeff yawning and tired got helped to the room and put in the bed, soundly asleep before Mark and Glen were on their way downstairs…
One more Kill (29th August 2008)
Yet another match against MVP, Jeff had gotten ready and was sitting in the catering area with Mark and Shawn, his legs comfortably stretched over Mark's and eating an apple, apple he tossed to Shawn when he was informed he was up in five, getting his obligatory hug from Mark before making his way to the ring, jumping around and ready to show Montel he could beat him and that their last match was only one slip…
Jeff had said he'd end up flat on his back with his ego and his attitude and that's exactly what happened, Montel had provoked him so many times that it did really good to hand him his ass like that, Jeff was so ecstatic that he didn't sense Shelton arriving from behind, knocking him down and helping MVP up…
Mark was shaking his head as Jeff was entering their lockerroom "What?", Mark smiled, shaking his head "Nice win, but how many times will I have to tell you to watch your back", Jeff sighed, sitting down "Yeah, I know, it pisses me off too Mark, I was just too happy for having pinned that fucker", "Yeah, and Shelton just used that to his advantage", "Can we change the subject Deadman", "Sure, you're ok?", he nodded slowly "Yes, bruised as always, but nothing too painful", Mark patted him gently "Good, let's get ready to head back to the hotel", "Yes"
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Soooo, I sincerely hope you liked it, the next one is just being finished and will be up by Saturday, Jeff's birthday party having been moved from this chapter to the next one :-), just 'cause I'm mean hehehehe
NOTE: The next chapter of "Glimpse of an Eyebeat" will be posted the moment I'll stop screwing up my own plots, up until now all I came up with was supreme BS, it's not as if nothing was written, I'm at 9 word pages, but I still need to put the different parts together and I somehow seem to flow around the "bright" ideas without grasping them, so to my readers of that fic, I'm sorry for the delay, I'll try to squeeze it out hehehe and post soon