I hear it.


My voice.


My words.


My song.


The entrance music plays.


Calling to me much like a siren's song. Coaxing me out into the pits of hell once again. So I emerge and I feel the burn. Hear the demons and jackals call my name. The screams and cheers are deafening. I feel their clawed talons push me forward as I continue my fool's dance towards a wresting ring. The ring is lined with blood, old and new. The ropes are long stretches of chain and each ring post is made of bone still sticky with blood and pieces of flesh. Once inside you can hear and even feel the wails and cries of all the others who sold their souls. You can feel the drain pulling you down but you pull through it and strike a pose. You hold a position to please the masses and are rewarded with their howls.


Something changes though and the roar of the banshees and creatures; always wanting more...cease. I spin around and behind me sits a long funeral pyre and I am suddenly holding a torch. Who is to be burnt asunder? As I creep closer I find the answer...an answer that should shake me to my very core. For through the sticks and brambles the man I see is me. I don't cower in fear though. Instead I start to laugh as I toss the torch upon the branches and the funeral pyre immediately catches fire. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.


The flames burn bright as they begin to spread and engulf the ring slowly. I back away and slide out from the ring as the fire from the funeral pyre still spreads. It spreads and consumes until there is no ring left. All that remains are the flames. I watch the flames burn and dance as I feel the pure rapture of the ring's complete destruction. It has no more claim upon me and holds no more power over me. It's a moment of strange triumph. Like the hero conquering a villain. The moment doesn't last long as the fire begins to dissipate. The flames die slowly and part back. As a man's shape appears within the fire. He moves through and steps forward. His shape coming into full focus. It's Vince McMahon.


Vince McMahon walks steadily forward and the flames have completely gone out. He walks with his eyes set on me and I feel a cold chill enter into my very essence. He stares with eyes of steel and hate. He's come to redeem what's left of his. Take full possession of the debt I owe. He's come to claim my soul. As he marches forward his skin begins to peel back. Melting away and dropping off his bones as easily as candle wax. His flesh drips down in thick globs and I turn as I feel myself retch from the repulsion of it all. Like a sentinel Vince moves forward and I feel afraid. The putrid scent of rot and decay fills my nostrils and I look back to Vince and see that he looks barely human. Like a red pulp covered mass with bits of bone sticking through. He reaches his hands up and rips chunks of mushy red flesh from his face. Like play-doh the globs of flesh cling to his hands and drop to the floor in mounds of mush. Globs of blood soaked putty coat his hands as he finally rips all that remains away in one quick swipe. Then all at once he is Vince no more. Instead his place is taken over by Hulk Hogan.


Still walking forward like a robotic golem trying to claim the thing it's after. I feel fear ripping at my insides as Hulk Hogan is approaching closer. I finally move and stumble back. I spin and run for my life. There's no use. Despite the speed I move at Hogan is always behind me. The path leading away from the ring seems endless as I purge forward. My legs begin to sink into the path as I continue and I begin to struggle as the path were made of quicksand. I fight as hard as I can but I can feel myself sinking deeper. I'm almost to the stage entrance though. I feel if I can just get off this path and through the stage entrance I can make it. I can finally be free.


Hogan is still gaining on me. He's moving over the quicksand path with ease. He's taking his time though as I take a look back towards him. He mocks me and grins the devil's grin of delight. He brandishes a set of puppet strings and bellows that they're just right for me, my exact fit and size. As I push forward using all my strength in an effort to get away I feel a hand from below cling to my wrist and begin to pull my down. I resist this with all my power and instead pull up. I lift the hand and with it comes the form of Matt Hardy. He's completely covered in sludge, the sludge the path leading back to the entrance has become. I recoil and pry his hand from my wrist as he looks upon my with empty eyes. It's almost as if he cannot recognize me. My heart breaks as I push past him and continue forward.


It's not long before Matt Hardy is in Hogan's clutches. Hogan grasps Matt's shoulders as I glance back once again. I see Matt begin to crumble and turn to dust. He slowly breaks up as Hogan laughs and Matt blows away like so much sand in the wind. Hogan smiles at me, bearing his fangs and begins to move quicker. He destroyed Matt and now he's coming for me. I know the stage entrance is so close, if only I could reach it. Fighting as hard as I have been has taken it's toll as I start to feel weak. Drained from struggling to just keep myself from being pulled under. The pull becomes too hard to bear and Hogan draws near. My head slowly disappears beneath the sludge.


Wait...


Something grasps my hand. Something pulls me up and towards the entrance. I gasp for air as I feel the cool concrete beneath my body. I open my eyes to bear witness to my savior. It's Shane , owner of the XWF! I slowly climb to my feet and look out towards Hogan as he realizes his defeat. He looms and slithers about like a great serpent as he lets out a bellow of anger. Hogan lunges forward as if to attack both Shane and I but Shane simply chuckles. He reaches into his coat and pulls out a flute. He begins to play this flute as two great gargoyles fly down from above. These gargoyles land and instantly change shape. They are now John Madison and Nathaniel Adolph Zachary Idenhaus. They grasp Hogan by both arms and thrust him towards a guillotine. They place him down and strap him in firmly before releasing the blade. Hogan's head is sliced off in one quick motion and it lands with a sick thud.


I turn to Shane and extends his hand. I accept his handshake and look at my wrist. A silver shackle hangs upon it and I lower my head as I sigh. Shane releases my hand and produces a key from his coat pocket. Placing the key into the lock, the shackle falls free from my wrist. I raise both my wrists up and see they are both indeed free. Shane places his hand upon my shoulder as he motions for me to look towards the backstage area of the XWF. A large carnival sign lifts in the air as music begins to play. Shane pushes me forward and I stumble past the carnival sign. It's time, there's no turning back now. I've breached the barrier and now it's my time to shine.





My eyes shoot upon and I'm awake. No more fantasy induced metaphors parade in my head. I look at the clock and see it's 9am. Laying beside me is woman I met in another world. Or while I was visiting another galaxy. Or somewhere on the way back to my hotel room. I'm not certain which. She's younger than me but than they usually are. Her hair hangs about like bright tufts of pink clouds. Her body is slender and even in sleep she seems to be like a graceful pixie. That's what I'll call her...Pixie. I sure as hell can't remember what her real name is.


I climb to my feet and guzzle a cup of water near the bed. Halfway through doing this I discover it's not water...it's straight vodka. When did I start drinking vodka? I place the glass down and head toward the bathroom. Peeling the condom off my now limp dick I release a fire hose's spray of urine into the toilet. From there I walk to the sink and see a empty cup that I fill with water from the tap. I down the water and refill the cup. I down that cup too glad to be rid of the taste and burn of vodka from my mouth and throat. When did I start drinking vodka? I stare at myself in the mirror and sign. Tomorrow is my first match in the XWF. I left TNA for this company hearing it held more promise then TNA and WWE combined. While that was intriguing I was just glad I didn't have to be drug tested anymore. Shallow...I know. People don't realize though what I do as thrilling and as awesome as it is, still takes it's painful toll. Sometimes you gotta get a little high....or swallow enough acid that you think your opponents are emus sent to eat your brain. Mostly it's swallowing enough drugs to kill the pain till you gotta get up and do it all over again. Wouldn't have it any other way.


Tomorrow I'll be facing Stone Cold and Brock Lesner in an X-treme rules match. It almost feels like I'm dancing an old song. I've participated in many extreme rules matches and heard them referred to by many different titles. Participating in them from the first days I started wrestling in backyards. From literally the first day I wrestled in a backyard in fact and I almost took my brother Matt's head off by striking him with a crutch while diving off our parent's garage! He was so pissed he stuffed me in a garbage can and threw me in the creek! Good times! So, I know an extreme match like the back of my hand. I grew up fighting in them. As for Brock Lesnar, I intend to prove our encounter will not resemble our last. This time will be different. This time I'm not going to abide by the family friendly standards TNA and WWE placed on me. The world will bear witness to a new Jeff Hardy as I destroy Brock Lesnar and just completely rip through him. Just utterly tear him apart and still have enough energy to do a backflip while Brock lays there unconscious and bleeding.


Stone Cold will prove to be a bit easier. The old man has been around awhile and where as I came to the XWF for a better wrestling experience, Stone Cold is here cause no other place will let him wrestle. He's too broken down from living the easy life and now he thinks he can come and threaten younger wrestlers. Fuck younger! He thinks he can step up to me. Nope, that ain't gonna happen. I'll fuck his world up! I will destroy that sad piece of redneck trash and wave as they carry his broken body from the ring on a stretcher. There's nothing that's going to slow me down! Nothing's going to stop me either! I'm here to lay waste to all who face me in the ring, get fucked up and do it all over again. Wash, rinse and repeat. No one realizes the hell this new and improved Jeff Hardy is gonna bring. No one understands how long I've been waiting to unleash this untapped source of raw energy and fury. Stone Cold and Brock Lesnar, will be the first to feel the devastation I am prepared to shed. Those motherfuckers have no idea what's comin' their way tomorrow!