Guess who's back? haha
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
So what, say how, say who
Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you
Come clean, you know I will
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still uh
I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule
More jams than a beetle from Liverpool
I deliver fool
Now who the fuck are you?
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money, than Matchbox 20
Get more ass than Mark McGrath

They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city
A shirts, cadilacs, big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed mid western hoes
Dont you know? Talk fast, pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper
I got queens holdin' keys to my zipper
Fuck a real good girl, I got the baddest bitch in the world

They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

You think you got it good in Hollywood
I got acres of land laid back in the woods
Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy
You got a Bently? Wow!
I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows
Bitchs bow when I pimp through
For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue
Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z
Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off
So pissed 'bout to be pissed off
Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm slapin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids
Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers
15 million sold motherfucker

They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

Cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up


He sat quietly in the back by himself thinking as people hurried about around him. For them it was just another day, another show, another match, but for him it was like standing on the edge of something you knew would change your entire life. Half of you was scared shitless wanting only to run back to the safety of the known, but the other half… it was vibrating with excitement ready to jump feet first into the unknown. All his life it had been Matt and Jeff from the day he had been born and he had always assumed that it would be that way 'til the day he died. Even now he could tell you what Matt was thinking without even having to be looking at him. Hell Matt was about 500 miles away and yet he knew exactly what he was doing.

He was hobbling around the house like a chicken with its head cut off trying to get ready to watch his baby brother while he got yelled at by Amy to sit down and rest his leg. Shane and Shannon were probably sitting on the couch laughing their asses off and eventually Joey would drag Matt to a chair while Chrissy helped Amy. It wasn't that he was psychic or any of that shit. It was just how things went. Things never changed in their little group that is until now. Tonight was the biggest change of their lives and somehow it seemed fitting to Jeff that he was the one making it.

Jeff couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to all those nights when he'd laid in some hotel room with his head on Matt's chest listening to Matt plan their careers. Matt was the brains and Jeff was the talent that was what everyone always thought when they looked at them. Matt had a mind for the wrestling business that was second to none. He might be brain dead in every other aspect of his life, but when it came to wrestling… no one knew or understood it better than Matt. At the same time with all his knowledge Matt had always had to bust his ass to achieve all those things he wanted to do while all Jeff had to do was imagine it and it happened. It always seemed like everything he did was effortless. While Matt would spend weeks working on one move Jeff only had to try it once or twice and looked like he had been doing it all his life.

When he was in WWE it was always Matt everyone went to when they had an idea for him or Jeff. Not even Jeff thought twice about it because it was simply how it was. How could Jeff argue when he knew that Matt was better at it than he was. However as time went on he secretly began to resent the idea that just because Matt knew more than him that Jeff didn't know anything at all. Jeff always had a million ideas about what his character should be doing or where his career should be going. The problem was that it didn't always coincide with what Matt though so since Matt was the brains… it was Matt's idea they went with. Even after Matt went to Smackdown he was still making every decision in Jeff's career. So while Matt was proving that Jeff wasn't the only one with talent Jeff wasn't proving anything and the frustration that he had been keeping inside became harder and harder to keep under wraps.

Soon he had begun to care less and less what he did and how he did it. Everyone knew that it didn't matter how much talent you had. Belts weren't won on talent in the WWE and most of the time they weren't even won on how over you were with the crowd. It was all about who your friends were and who your enemies weren't. Jeff always said that it was who you knew and who you blew. Never in his career had Jeff felt like he should have to suck someone's cock or spread his legs and let someone pound his ass to get somewhere. If others felt like they needed to do it for him that so be it, but never once had he asked anyone to. He knew how good he was and as far as he was concerned that was all that should be needed.

The first thing he had ever done on his own had been quitting. He knew that there was still a part of Matt that resented it because it hadn't fit into the grand scheme he had laid out, but as far as Jeff was concerned he was just going to have to get over it. Jeff had gotten to the point there it hadn't mattered anymore what he did as long as he wasn't wrestling. So he'd walked into Vince's office for his weekly lecture and had walked out a free man. Quietly he had gone home to Cameron to be with his animals and his music and art. He had gotten a lot of peace there. A lot of things had become clear. The first was that it wasn't music he wanted to spend his life pursuing and it wasn't wrestling he didn't love anymore.

The idea that maybe it wasn't wrestling that was the problem, but the WWE had been slow in coming to him. For the longest time he had struggled with himself. He would get his life back on track and the discussion of him going back to work would come up and suddenly his life was spiraling downwards again. He missed wrestling more than he though he could miss anything. He missed it so much that it hurt. He missed the fans and the matches. He missed the excitement and the rush he got every night he was in the ring. But he didn't miss the aggravation.

He didn't miss everyone always thinking they needed to tell him what to do. He didn't miss them telling him one second that he shouldn't do so many high spots and then the next second complaining and saying that he wasn't working hard enough because he didn't do them enough. He didn't miss them telling him that his life style wasn't healthy then complaining if he didn't look "extreme" enough. And one thing he certainly didn't miss was Paul Levesque or that damn bitch of his or his wife.

Hearing a familiar voice he turned his head and involuntarily locked eyes with Raven. For several moments they each studied the other quietly before Jeff turned his head away not ready to deal with him. Raven, Scotty, Scott… the only other person in the world that knew him as well as Matt did and like Matt his relationship with Raven hadn't always been anymore healthy.

While Matt had taught him about wrestling and making love to a man, Raven had taught him about things like pain and dominance and how easy it was to lose yourself. For a long time Jeff's life had seemed like a big circle starting at Matty and ending at Raven before going back to Matty again. When he had been thinking about going to TNA, Raven was his one drawback. Jeff had never stood on his own, never really been his own man before, and the last thing he needed was to go from Matt controlling his career to Raven controlling it. He also didn't know if he was strong enough to resist Scotty. As bad as Raven was Scotty was good. As much pain as he had learned from Raven he longed for pleasure from Scotty. He knew that the body was only one man, but inside it resided two completely different people one being his worst nightmare and the other his greatest weakness.

The last time he had been with Raven he had barely made it out alive, but he had made it out and of his own will and power. He swore that never again would he be under Raven's control, but Scotty's… Jeff sighed shaking his head and deciding that he didn't want to think about that right then.

He saw AJ leaving the locker room and knew that meant that his time was almost there. While it was true that officially his contract was already signed if he refused to go on he knew that the Jerrett's wouldn't do much about it other than let him out of his contract. Closing his eyes he took deep breaths trying to calm his nerves and reminding himself that this was everything that he had been looking for. The Jerrett's were everything that the McMahon's weren't. Here it was about wrestling not sexual gratification. Decisions were made by how hard you worked and how much the fans wanted to see you. Here he felt like he finally could prove what Jeff Hardy was really all about. It didn't matter who he fucked or how he fucked them. It didn't matter that he didn't look like everyone else or how extreme he was. His image was his own to create and change as he chose as long as it didn't interfere with storylines and his career… here it was Jeff Hardy that made the decisions. He and the Jerrett's and that was it.

Looking at the clock he realized it was almost time for him to go out. Standing he zipped up his shirt and turned to leave. As he walked to door he saw Raven standing next to it. Slowly he walked forward watching the face of the man waiting for him. Pausing in front of the door he watched Raven who was staring at the ground. He felt as if it was a lifetime he'd stood there waiting for something and just as he had given up and stepped forward to move through the doorway he heard the quiet voice he knew as Scotty. "I'm glad you're here."

Four simple words and yet to Jeff they meant so much. Turning his head he flashed Scotty a brilliant smile before running out to meet the rest of his life.

The End!