The music is thumping hard in my chest, ears, and other very sensitive parts of my anatomy. It’s not a place that I would normally frequent, but when the offer was thrown out to me, I had to accept. After all, I didn’t kill his tag team partner tonight, specifically because I want him to remain a champion, so some loud music shouldn’t bother me too much. Besides I’d walk through hell just to look at him. That’s why I’m standing against a wall, with a drink in my hand, praying that I’m blending into the paint. I don’t want him to know that he’s the entire reason I’m here.

He’s on the dance floor with his brother and friends, and half a dozen people that he doesn’t even know. I’m sure their here for the same reason that I am... They just want to be close to him. Luckily his injuries aren’t as severe as they made them seem on the pay per view tonight. If they were, I’d have to murder Rey Mysterio, even though I know that it was just a freak accident. He does have stitches, but after almost a week they’re healing really well. All you have to do is take a look at the way he’s moving his body to tell that.

The way he’s moving, that’s what has me riveted to the spot I currently occupy. Everyone thinks that Jeff is the sexual Hardy of the two, apparently those people have never seen Matt Hardy on a dance floor. Again I’m sure that’s why all the girls are flocked around him... Some guys too. Matt doesn’t just find the beat of a song and move his pelvis to it, he finds the beat and lets it take over his whole being, head to toe. I could go on about the way he dances and talks and breathes in an out all night long, but I’m sure you want to know how this obsession all started. Well let me explain.

The first time I noticed it, was shortly after the Hardy Boyz made it big in the company. I was in an eight man tag match with them one night. I couldn’t tell you to much about that match, except something happened during it that made me fall hopelessly in love with a young Matt Hardy. Now, as you can imagine, I didn’t confess my undying love to him and we didn’t live happily ever after. If that happened I wouldn’t be standing in a noisy, packed club with a pain in my heart that could rival any injury I’ve ever had. We did, however, become friends. I wouldn’t say best friends, but friends nevertheless.

If he knew the things I’d done with my ‘friend’ inside my own mind, though, I’m sure the status of the ‘friendship’ would change, and probably not for the better. Earlier I called this thing I have for Matt, and obsession. I think it’s grown into much more than that. I almost can’t function anymore. Ever since we’ve been put on the same show, he’s consumed my every thought. I know it’s unhealthy, so I know I’m not to far gone, but I can’t stop these thoughts of Matt. The two people in the world that know about all this, keep telling me that I should just tell him. They say he’s not as superficial as he seems. I’m not sure that I’m willing to take that chance though.

One of those people is Matt’s best friend, Greg Helms. He caught me in a very intimate situation with myself and a video of Matt. I won’t go into further detail, but let’s just say, I almost broke him in half. I was sure that he was going to go straight to Matt. Luckily, Greg turned out to be a true friend, as well as a confidant. As far as I can tell, he hasn’t whispered a word of it to Matt. In fact, he’s been the one I talk to about all this the most. I think he’s the reason I’m still sane.

This is the part of the night I’ve dreaded, ever since I walked in the door. Matt just made eye contact with me. Apparently I didn’t blend in enough. I guess a monster, known to the world as Kane, sticks out in these places. He’s motioning me to the dance floor with him. He must have me confused with someone else. I mean, I don’t even look like I dance, let alone actually do it. When I get onto a dance floor, I wind up looking like Herman Munster having some kind of a fit. But, for some reason, I find myself putting my drink on some random table, and walking toward him.

Ten minutes later, I was proven right. Everyone around me is chuckling. Not really belly roll laughing, but definitely chuckling. I’m starting to get mad when Matt turns to me, wraps his arms around me and tells me to follow his body movements. If he’s looking for an argument he’s looked at the wrong man. One look into those dark eyes of his, and I couldn’t have controlled my own body if I’d wanted to. I gave into him, and with a lot of effort on his part, I think I did pretty good during that song.

Mercifully, though, that song ended... Well didn’t really end, but morphed into another one. I was about to excuses myself to the bar again, when Matt grabbed my hand and started pulling me off the dance floor. We stepped up to the bar and Matt ordered us a couple of drinks. Thankfully, I’m quicker on the draw. I had my credit card out of my pocket before Matt knew what hit him. He thanked me for the drinks and we sat there for the next half hour talking. After that he was off again, on the floor, letting the music take over his soul again. And I was back to my usual position of standing against the wall staring at him.

That’s how our relationship is. One day, though, I’ll have to get the courage to tell him how I feel. But, for now, I’ll be content to admire from afar. At least from afar, I’m not paralyzed by him.