Disclamer

I do NOT own Jeff Hardy or the WWE. Any events contained here in are entirely fictional and in no way should reflect upon the actual people them selves. 1

I am a slash writer this is what i do....2

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Disclamer chapter 1- Cheater!4

Green eyes burned with hatred as he watched the man before him brush off the day’s events like they were nothing. Cheating was definitely a big deal, huge in fact, and the realization that he was not being taken seriously pissed him off. He was so angry he just wanted to scream as he murdered the man before him. However he had more self-control than that. The person before him calmly buttoning their shirt was not worth the jail time. 5

“How could you do this to me?” he asked barely a whisper “You fucked a girl. A girl!” he said, his voice rising to a full shout. The man buttoning his shirt stilled his eyes closed and let out a sigh. 6

“Look, she gave me what I needed since you can’t. I can’t help it, I miss tits,” he snarled turning to face his broken hearted partner. The other was at a loss for words; he felt empty, broken, numb and incredibly pissed off. It was like all the emotions spawned by the infidelity had morphed into one black mass of rage. 7

“I guess that’s it Randy?” he asked, looking into the brown eyes for some sign that it was not.8

“Yeah it’s over, I got what I needed from you Jeff, and I’m done. You were a good fuck, but I don’t need you any more,” said Randy as he began throwing his items back into his ring bag. Jeff swallowed hard running a hand through his multi colored hair and he nodded. 9

“So, um, how long?” asked Jeff forcing himself to stay calm his eyes darting around the room. Randy chuckled and sneered at Jeff, his lips quirked into his classic in-ring smirk, his eyes glittering maliciously.10

“How long? Jesus Christ Jeff, you sound like such a woman. But if you must know Jeffy, I’ve been screwing Ashleigh for about three months behind your back.” His tone was taunting, mocking Jeff to do something besides stand there in the empty locker room.11

Jeff gasped. “Three months! Are you kidding me? You didn’t have the decency to tell me what the fuck was going on?” snapped Jeff, shoving Randy into the lockers. Randy was unprepared for the shove and hit the lockers with a loud metallic crash.12

“Ouch!” gasped Randy, his hands flying to the back of his head his face screwed up in pain.13

“Ouch is right you cheating ass!” He drew back his arm, fist clenched and delivered a right hook that could knock over a Clydesdale. Skin met skin one last time the sickening sound of finality splitting the room briefly as Orton fell to the locker room floor with a resounding thud. Jeff panted slightly as he flexed his hand glaring at Randy in disgust.14

“I’ll have your stuff shipped back to your apartment.” were his parting words.15

He turned around and walked out of the locker room before his anger got the best of him once again. Out side the door he hurled his cell phone at the opposite wall, he completely flipped and broke a wooden bench out side the locker room shouting random obscenities, his southern accent coming through most strongly. One big pair of arms restrained him holding his arms tightly to his body. 16

“Jeff!” shouted a voice holding a hint of a Boston accent, “Jeff, Jeff! Hey man! Calm down!” shouted John Cena. He maneuvered Jeff till the smaller man was pressed tightly to the wall, his feet no longer touching the ground, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest. An animalistic scream of rage burst from the younger Hardy boy's lungs. Vince came running down the hall, his eyes wild. 17

“What the hell is going on here!” he shouted taking in the broken bench and the limp, gasping Hardy being held to the wall by John. John looked at Vince and shrugged.18

“I think he caught Randy,” muttered John, still holding Jeff to the wall. Vince closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and for finger. 19

“God damnit,” *he mumbled looking to the locker room door. “Orton better not be dead or some shit,” he growled as he walked into the locker room. He came back out moments later and glared at Jeff. “Hardy, you are taken some time off! Orton is now unconscious thanks to what looks like an excellent right hook. Take two weeks and straighten your self out…well as straight as you can get. Now go! I want you on the first flight back to that redneck cess pool as soon as possible!” shouted Vince. If looks could kill, Vince would have been a pile of ashes. Jeff glared a hole through the fuming grey haired man. 20

“Fuck you Vince, I’ll take the two weeks but don’t you ever slight my sexuality in one of your prissy rants! I’ll have this company on its knees if I hear you make one more remark about me or anyone else for that matter,” snapped Jeff, struggling once again against John’s powerful arms. Vince turned bright red from rage, spittle escaping from his lips as he raised a threatening finger to the glaring man pinned to the wall.21

“Get out NOW!” screamed Vince.22

John let Jeff go and made sure Jeff made it to the airport and on to a plane with minimal trouble. John sat next to Jeff waiting for the next flight to Baltimore to arrive. “So uh, you gonna be okay?” asked John uncertainly, rubbing his big hands together.23

Jeff mumbled something under his breath and sighed glancing at John from the corner of his eye. “Maybe…not sure.” 24

“You want me to come? Vince gave me the option of returning to the states since I’m not supposed to officially 'come back' till next month,” offered John, his voice lightened considerably in an almost overly friendly way. Jeff picked up on the undertone of the question, coupled with the concern was the hope of making a move on the depressed young Hardy. 25

“Nah John I’m ah kay…you stay and have fun with everyone and give Randy a cupula good knocks fer me would ja?” Jeff stood as his flight number was called and turned to look at John.26

“Hell yeah bro, I’ll make my come back early and kick his ass all over the place next Monday,” said John, giving Jeff a quick hug and he waved as Jeff walked away and boarded his plane.27