the lights are on but you're not home/you've drifted off somewhere alone/somewhere that's safe/no questions here/a quiet place where you hide from your fears/sometimes when you're out of rope/the way to climb back up's unclear/the walls you build around yourself/i guess they also keep you here/are you afraid of what they think?/whoever "they" happen to be?/or are you hiding from the scars of your own reality?

Do I worry you, Hi-V?

Does my instability make you think "Hey...this guy needs to be in a straight jacket, not a wrestling ring."?

It does?

Good.

I should be the one you fear, not the little one. I'm the one who committed the violence. Remember me, Johnny? You saw my face right before I Swantoned you through a table. Hi-V, you should get used to us...we're going to be around a while.

What will it take for you to answer our challenge? Should we send a paper invitation? Should we leave a forwarding phone number? We're not hard people to find. You can look on a map and find North Carolina, but we'll meet you in Milwaukee.

You bring the pulse, I'll bring the method, okay? Hi-V may be ultraviolent CZW alumni, but you've never faced anyone quite like me. You've never had to wrestle a person who is willing to kill himself as long as it leaves a trail of dead behind his own corpse. Nick Mondo? Boring. Nick Gage? Hah. I can easily match and beat the brutality. The level just picked up.

Reality hurts, Hi-V. It hurts when you can't see that the truth is right in your face. Are you afraid that if you fought a straight one on one, or two on two match, you'd be exposed? Maybe you're afraid that you've met your match. Answer the call, Hi-V...it's in your court.

so you sedate and drown in vain/you've got a pill for every day/a suit and tie to mask the truth/its ugly head is starting to show through/sometimes when you're out of rope/the way to climb back up's unclear/the walls you build around yourself/i guess they also keep you here/are you afraid of what they think?/whoever "they" happen to be?/or are you hiding from the scars of your own reality?

I'm not afraid of a maniac like Messiah. I'm not afraid of a little bitch like Phoenix. Not even those self-righteous Backseat Boyz and their sidekick Dewey frighten me. I don't fear anything. If I did, then I'd be normal. I'd be Jeff Hardy. I am fearless...especially when it comes to five little pansies who can't even show up when they're looked for. Will I have to find you like I did last XPlosion. I do? Goody.

That's exactly what I was hoping for. You Hi-V types are so predictable.

Don't fear death, Hi-V...

...fear me.

You guys probably think you have me all figured out. I hate to break it to you, but you don't. You wish you did. You wish you understood how my mind works.

You really don't want to know how we work. We're a confusing pair.

If you insist on trying to understand that which is Jeff Hardy...

...or even Willow The Whisp...

...all you need to do is show up.

We'll be waiting. Don't keep us long.

the monster you're feeding/your lack of perception/the things that you do/to fullfill your addictions/the light at the end of your tunnel is closing/what is it that you're so afraid of exposing?/you'd give it all up for what's there for the taking/whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking/the same things you're thinking might make you feel better/the same things that probably got you here...