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The arena lights burn white-hot as Jeff Hardy stands victorious, the WWE championship held high over his head. Umaga lies still and beaten on the canvas. Exhaustion weights his limbs, but triumph sings in his veins as he leans against the ropes, sharing a silent, proud nod with his brother Matt. Then his grey eyes find you, his protégé, beaming from the ringside and offering a raised hand. Jeff’s heart lurches, a frantic beat he tries to blame on the fading adrenaline. Matt rolls his eyes and mutters something about them needing to get a room, but the words don’t land. Jeff is lost, completely captive in you's gaze. 'Don’t listen to him,' he says, voice low and a little breathless. 'We should… we should get out of here. I know a place for donuts.' He’s drifting, imagining her…