Despised
Chapter 1: Not the greatest seats
Matt Hardy sat down at his home in North Carolina. He read over a few scripts Mr. Mcmahon had planned for the next few weeks and he wasn't very pleased. He had only had the US Title for two weeks and yet he wanted him to drop the title to MVP, not just on any day either, at Wrestlemania, and to a man he despised not only in the ring, but personally. It was just one night before the Hall of Fame and he had to get his things together to get onto the plane and head to Florida. He would be bringing along his cousin Daryl as well as his father Gilbert, his brother Jeff couldn't be there since he was suspended.
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Matt was lost in his own thoughts as the doorbell rang. He shot up and opened the door hugging his cousin and father. "Hey guys." He smiled as his father looked at him noticing he wasn't himself.
"What's wrong cuz?" Daryl asked noticing too.
Matt sighed and sat back down. "Vince wants me to lose the title Sunday at Wrestlemania, to say the least I'm not too pleased."
Daryl nodded knowing he hated that man, she watched wrestling a lot, but she didn't really have any personal favorites. She did know from what Matt had told her that MVP or Antonio as his friends called him, was a real jerk outside of wrestling.
"Well I have my gorgeous new dress ready." She smiled pulling it out and showing it off. It was a gorgeous strapless dark purple and black dress, she had heels to wear with it and her favorite earings.
"Looks great." Matt forced a smile upon his face still feeling annoyed. "Lets get going." He mumbled grabbing his bags and they were on their way.
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Once they arrived in Florida, they checked into their hotel and put everything into their room that they wouldn't be needing. They went out and checked a few of the fan access tours out. Matt was also scheduled for a signing, so his father and cousin decided to tag along.
After the signing they headed back to the hotel and it was just 2 hours before they had to be at the building for the Hall of Fame, one of the biggest nights in Wrestling.
Daryl pulled on her purple and black dress with her earings and heels. She fixed her makeup putting on some black eyeliner and light lipgloss.
"Everyone ready?" Matt asked coming into the main room with his tux on.
His father came out In his own tux. "You look great son." He smiled as Daryl chuckled.
"Nah, more like he looks like a fool." She laughed yelling from the other bedroom. She came out all dressed up as his father smiled. "No arguing, you look great." Gilbert smiled as Daryl hugged her uncle. "Thanks."
The three headed out into the rental as Matt drove them. They got out as fans fled up to Matt for autographs. He waved for Daryl and his father to go inside quickly and he signed for everyone and went inside after them.
It was just a few minutes before the first induction would begin. They were later than most of the guests, which meant it would be hard to sit wherever they would please to. Matt walked in looking around, he spotted no empty seats, and finally saw a set of four seats. He started to walk over as MVP sat down in one of them. Matt rolled his eyes. "No fucking way am I sitting there." He mumbled to himself as Todd Grisham stood at the top of the stage announcing that the Hall of Fame ceremony was about to begin.
"Just sit son." His father whispered taking one of the three empty seats. Matt sighed. "I'm not sitting right beside him." He mumbled and sat in the next seat. Daryl shrugged and sat in between MVP and her cousin Matt.
"Hey Matt." Antonio grinned. "Nice seats huh?" He looked past Daryl to look at Matt.
"Don't fucking ruin this night for me Antonio." Matt shot back.
"Wheres your escort, I mean girlfriend Ashley?" Antonio asked with a laugh.
"Will you shutup?" Matt replied trying his best to ignore him.
"She's actually sitting with Colin Delaney." Daryl replied, answering for Matt.
Antonio chuckled. "Colin? Boy, she must be very desperate."
"Seems like it." Daryl said with a laugh. "By the way, MVP, my cousins a bit upset that you're getting the US title." She whispered as Antonio smirked.
"Call me Antonio, and well there is nothing I can do about that." Antonio replied with a whisper as the Hall of Fame began.
