Guesting recently on Ric Flair's podcast, Jeff Hardy admitted that he'd like to finish his career in WWE, and that the two goals he failed to realise in the company were to take part in a Hell In A Cell match... and to headline Wrestlemania. Oh, dude. That would have been a reach even back in 2008 and 2009, when Hardy was a young, high-flying babyface with merchandise sales rivalling Cena's. He's nearly forty now, and recently suffered a knee injury that will put him out for most of next year: he's already talking about significantly changing his style to address his age and physical condition, and he was never exactly Shawn Michaels out there to begin with. WWE have never really liked Matt Hardy (well, they're not alone there, the man's a complete codpiece) and I certainly can't see a future for Jeff as a singles star in WWE any longer. He may have cleaned up his act now, but's not like he would or even should be treated as a main event player if he returned next year. Recently, the younger high flyers and gutsy bump-takers like Neville and Ziggler have made him look like he's standing still in the ring, and he'll be slower and more grounded when he returns from injury. There's not really an upside for WWE in bringing the Hardy Boyz back in late 2016, unless it's for a limited nostalgia-based run as they have with the Dudleyz. Which brings us to their Hall Of Fame problem. The Hardy Boyz clearly belong in the WWE Hall Of Fame... but so does Jeff as a singles star. Does Matt? He can't remotely be considered at the same level as his brother - but then Koko B. Ware is a Hall Of Fame alumni, for god's sake. If it was up to me, the elder Hardy 'boy' would be fired into the sun sooner than bore and embarrass everyone with his Hall Of Fame speech. The man buries himself every time he opens his mouth.
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