Beautiful, Dirty, Rich Chapter 2: 2 Years Later, a wrestling fanfic

A/N SO IN THIS STORY I'LL BE USING VARIOUS LYRICS OF ARTISTS - LETS JUST PRETEND THAT IT'S JEFF'S SONGS BECAUSE I REALLY CBA MAKING UP LYRICS OF MY OWN AHAHA IT'S AU AFTER ALL SO LETS JUST PRETEND YEAH?

HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. READ & REVIEW I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

DISCLAIMER - I DON'T OWN WWE SUPERSTARS OR ANY LYRICS THAT MAY BE USED IN THIS STORY. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. SONG LYRICS USED IN THIS CHAPTER 'NEED SOME SLEEP - EELS'

'I need some sleep

It can't go on like this

I tried counting sheep

But there's one I always miss

Everyone says I'm getting down too low

Everyone says you just gotta let it go

I need some sleep

It can't go on like this

I tried counting sheep

But there's one I always miss

Everyone says I'm getting down too low

Everyone says you just gotta let it go

You just gotta let it go'

2 years had gone by since the last time Jeff Hardy had seen or spoke to Trish Stratus, Matt Hardy or Amy Dumas. The young 23 year old rockstar had made quite a name for himself as the out of control, tortured soul rock artist who still wrote and performed songs about his ex-girlfriend. His first album he released as a solo artist were all directed at Trish - whether the song was angry and bitter or sad and full of regrets it had the blonde beauty's name all over it.

As he finished singing the last lyric of one of the song's from his first album on the Victoria Talks one of the most famous talk shows in America which was filmed in Los Angeles, the whole crowd erupted. Despite his bad boy reputation and drug problems he was doing better than ever with his music career as he was about to announce he was working on his second solo album. Nobody could deny the young-man's musical talents and that's was the only reason he was a multi-platinum artist. Raw talent.

"That was Jeff Hardy performing 'Need Some Sleep' from his first album 'Poetry in Motion'" Victoria smiled into the camera, the charcoal-haired women was a natural on the camera. "Welcome Jeff to Victoria Talks!"

The purple and blue haired man charmingly smiled at the host, his purple and blue hair tied in a bun at the back of his head with a purple bandanna on the top of his forehead. His stubble was designed with abstract patterns and his ears all pierced up and down the cartilage. Jeff had the typical rockstar look - dark clothes, tattoos covering every surface of his upper body. He was the classic rockstar cliche.

"Nice to be here Victoria… Thanks for having me!" Jeff played the camera well and even though he was always in tabloids for his outrageous and scandalous antics if you watched him in an interview you would forget every bad thing you had heard about him. He was really was the Charismatic Enigma.

"So Jeff you shot to fame when you formed a band with your brother Matt Hardy and his ex-girlfriend Amy Dumas which was called Team Xtreme…" Victoria announced the band name and the crowd went crazy. "I understand the break up of the band was very public and I know you're all taking your own journeys I mean your brother Matt is now a producer and owns his own record label while Amy has dropped from the public eye altogether and you are venturing into the world as a solo artist but I'm just asking not only for myself but for America as we are all dying to know… will we ever see a Team Xtreme reunion?"

Jeff chuckled shadily. "No Victoria you won't… I don't speak to any of my former band mates and honestly I don't plan on seeing them any time soon… I think because of how personal all our relationships were and how badly it ended I don't think our paths will ever cross again"

The audience let out a sad sigh along with Victoria. "Well thank you for honesty at least… Now Jeff what I do want to talk to you about is your first album and I understand you don't like to comment on your ex-relationship with Stratusfashion CEO and America's Sweetheart Trish Stratus but everybody is dying to know if the rumours are true about you writing the songs about your previous relationship?"

Jeff scoffed. "No way… I'm a rockstar… Trish was once a big part of my life but how lame would I have to be to dedicate an album to an ex… Life goes on baby!"

He was lying and everybody knew it.

"I'm not convinced Jeff it seems that since you actually broke up with your ex-girlfriend and high school sweetheart that you're life has begun to spiral down hill… you're infamous for taking drugs and partying with different women… it seems to me like you're a broken man since she left you…"

Victoria could see she had struck a nerve but this was what Victoria Talks was about. She didn't want the polished Jeff Hardy who knew how to win over America - she wanted the real Jeff Hardy. The tortured soul from his album and the headlines.

Jeff gritted his teeth before laughing off the comment. "I didn't realize you were a psychologist Victoria… I might hire you to be my shrink instead of the punk that I pay you seem much more qualified than him…"

"Well do you have anything to comment about Trish's new relationship with-"

"I don't want to talk about my ex-girlfriend, we're over she's not relevant in my life." Jeff cut off Victoria rudely as he began to grow impatient with the questions of his ex-girlfriend. He still loved Trish and he probably always would but he refused to tell anyone that. His whole 'I don't give a fuck' persona would be broken and he knew he would have to face his unresolved feelings. That wasn't something he was prepared for at the moment.

Victoria looked sympathetic towards the rockstar as her tone became more soft and serious. "The whole of America is worried about you Jeff… you have no stability in your life, you're always on tours or at parties or in the headlines for another superstar scandal… do you ever question your lifestyle choices or think about getting help?"

Jeff blew a raspberry with his tongue and started laughing. "Fuck that… my life's great… I've never been happier… now enough about my personal life… you see enough of that in the papers and magazines what I'm here to talk to you about today is to let everyone know I'm working on a new album and to stay locked Jeff Hardy isn't done just yet!"

"Fuck that… my life's great… I've never been happier… now enough about my personal life… you see enough of that in the papers and magazines what I'm here to talk to you about today is to let everyone know I'm working on a new album and to stay locked Jeff Hardy isn't done just yet!"

Trish sat in her office as the CEO of StratusFashion. It hadn't been easy getting the clothing company up and running but after two years of hard work the business had flourished and she was up there with the greats declared this generations Coco Chanel. Her company was taking in millions every month from her fashion lines, own brand makeup and perfume. Trish was proud of herself that she had gotten herself this far without her mothers name or business - everything Trish had achieved was through her own determination and never giving up.

The plasma screen TV that sat opposite Trish's desk turned off. Trish looked confused until she turned her head to see her personal assistant Melina Perez with the remote in her hand and Trish's breakfast and coffee. "You know you shouldn't be watching that…"

Melina had been working with Trish since she started the business, the two had known each other for a while from school but Melina had been at Trish's side since the start of the company when nobody wanted to put their name to the blonde 21 year old girl who had never run a business before in her life and nobody had confidence in her. Melina helped Trish with the company and was pretty much her right hand with anything that was considered business. She was loyal to StratusFashion.

"I know… it just came on… Did you hear what he said about me we all know that album was written about me… he's got some nerve I tell you!" Trish began to get infuriated - Jeff still had a hold over Trish even after two years of no contact. Seeing him in the tabloids, on her TV, the life he was living - it killed her inside when she heard him say how happy he was. Even when she knew he wasn't.

"Well forget about that heartbreaker… I have your breakfast made from your favourite NYC cafe poached eggs with hollandaise sauce and smoked salmon with an avocado on the side and a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice and I also have your soy caramel latte with extra foam." Melina smiled proudly as she placed the take out box on her desk with the bottle of orange juice while handing her the coffee straight away. "Now you're mom has tried ringing you three times but wouldn't leave a message with me she then went on to call me a few names I'm not quite willing to repeat back to you-"

"I've told you Melina you have to put your foot down don't take any of her shit… she'll eat you up alive if you show weakness… I would know she's been in my life for twenty-three years … well not constantly the odd guest appearance." Trish rolled her eyes at the mention of her mothers name. Since Trish had gained success with the brand StratusFashion; her mom was trying to worm her way back in Trish's life and although they could be civil and they had more of a relationship than previously Alice hadn't changed much as a person - she was still the controlling, manipulative bitch she had always been. Trish couldn't be bothered to hear her mom voice her unwanted opinion on how she should run her company.

"Yeah… After two years I'm handling her quite a bit better… now I also received a phone call of Adam Copeland - you know the reporter for OverTheEdge he wanted to schedule an interview with you."

"Ahhh yes… Adam Copeland… he was one of Amy's friends from her high school… he's doing alright for a Brooklyn kid… look at my schedule and arrange something with him I trust you will be able to squeeze him in somewhere…" Trish nodded as she sipped her coffee.

"No problem…" Melina was still reading her clipboard - she was probably the most organized person in Trish's life and Trish didn't know what she would do without her. "Also here's your mail… and just a reminder you have to be at the photoshoot for the new line at 1 o'clock…. Your driver will pick you up at quarter past 12 to ensure you get there on time… I know you have OCD with your timing… apart from that… I don't believe that there is anything else I need to remind you of… so if you need me I'll be at my desk."

"Thank you Melina… as always!" Trish smiled as she started to tuck into her favourite breakfast and looking through her mail. One handwritten card got her attention. She carefully opened the envelope trying not to ruin it completely as she noticed a wedding invitation.

'JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD
AND
JILLIAN HALL
INVITE YOU TO THE CEREMONY AND

CELEBRATION OF THEIR MARRIAGE'

Trish frowned at the invitation - she was flattered she got an invite of her ex's uncle and they were quite close, he was one of the investors in her company and he checked up on Trish quite a lot in her darkest days when her and Jeff first broke up but the main point was that he was her ex's uncle and even though he may not have spoke for a while they were still family. Blood.

Jeff probably wouldn't turn up yet the possibility that he might was enough to get her palms sweaty and butterflies in her stomach. Well maybe not butterflies more like moths.

The phone rang on her desk which interrupted her train of thought. "Hello, Trish Stratus speaking…"

"Hi Trish… Shane McMahon is here to see you." Melina replied on the other end of the phone.

"Send him in Melina…" Trish always sounded professional when she was at work. She was starting to become all work and no play - parties she went too were always social status events and boring. The thought of JBL's wedding was quite intriguing it would be nice to go to an event she actually wanted to go to… but what if Jeff turned up?

"Hey beautiful... " Shane McMahon the older brother of Trish's best friend Stephanie smiled as he bought her a lovely bundle of red roses.

Shane and Stephanie although brother and sister were the biggest rivals in New York City, she probably hated him just as much Chris Jericho. Constantly competing for their mother and father's affection. When Shane and Trish first started dating just under a year ago Stephanie was far from happy - just one more person she had to compete with over Shane.

"Hey Prince Charming…" Trish smiled as she placed a peck on his lips and threw her arms around his neck before releasing him and taking the flowers, blushing slightly at her boyfriends' gesture. Everybody was shocked when Trish had began dating Shane as he was so different to her ex-boyfriend. Shane was always well-presented, sensibile and everything that Jeff wasn't. He treated Trish like a princess and they were New York's very own power couple. He was the CBO of McMahon Corporations soon to be heir and CEO of McMahon Corporations (much to Stephanie's dismay) and she was CEO of Stratusfaction. He was Mr Perfect. Despite all that they didn't have the passionate, intense love that she shared with Jeff. Maybe that was a good thing.

"I want to take you for lunch at 12… I feel like I haven't seen you all week… My dad's had me doing so much for the company this week I could really do with just spending some time with you." Shane pulled Trish back into a hug as she placed the roses in a vase on her desk as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry Shane… I can't I've got to be at a photoshoot for my new line! We can catch up tonight? You can come over to mine…" Trish bit her lip playfully as she traced her finger over his white shirt.

"I've got to fly to Miami… my dad is opening a nightclub and it's the grand opening… why don't you come with me?" Shane gently pushed a piece of hair out of her face.

"I can't just leave I've got a busy day tomorrow… I'm sorry…" Trish pulled away from her boyfriend as she sat back down on the desk.

"Steph is supposed to be there? Have you spoke to her recently?" Shane frowned at Trish's response. Lately with their busy work schedules it was getting increasingly harder to spend time together but Shane loved Trish, he worshipped her and he didn't want to lose her.

"Not really… she's still not happy that we're dating… she told me she's staying away from New York for a while… you know she was really hurt when your dad decided to leave you control of McMahon corporations… she thinks because I'm dating you I'm automatically on your side!" Trish sighed as she threw the empty take out box and coffee cup in the bin leaving just the orange juice visible on her desk.

"Well she's not wrong… I mean you are on my side aren't you?" Shane was slightly offended by the comment Trish made - she was his girlfriend and not just some passing fling Shane could see her and him being married and settling down together.

"I'm not on anybody's side… You're my boyfriend and she's my best friend! I care about you both and I'm not involved in your stupid sibling rivalry!" Trish explained noticing the change in Shane's expression.

"Fair enough…" Shane shrugged as he spotted the invitation to the wedding and picking it up off of Trish's desk. "John Bradshaw Layfield is getting married… wow."

Trish half-smiled. "Yeah it's crazy right…"

Trish watched as Shane grabbed a pen sending the rsvp back. "Trish Stratus plus one will be attending…"

"What are you doing?" Trish raised an eyebrow.

"We're going to the wedding!" Shane smiled.

"I don't think that's a good idea…" Trish frowned.

Shane bit his lip, holding his tongue. He wanted to scream at her because he knew why she wouldn't want to go with him. A certain rockstar by the name of Jeff Hardy who was the nephew of John Bradshaw Layfield. An ex-boyfriend she won't let him cuss in front of her. An ex-boyfriend who no matter whether she admitted it or not - still had a hold over her. Shane knew that. He had developed a genuine hatred over the blue-haired boy. He went green everytime he even thought about the boy or heard his name.

"Why is Jeff going?" Shane replied bitterly.

"Maybe… Maybe not… but it's his uncle's wedding I don't want to go flaunting my new boyfriend to a place where his uncle is getting married… Matt might be there and whether or not their on good terms it's still Jeff's family… it's like rubbing his face in it…" Trish sighed.

"Why should you care? You've not been with him in two years? He has no problem flaunting his new conquests all over the newspaper and magazines and news…" Shane was a dignified man but the minute it came to Jeff Hardy he became a petty child.

"I'm not Jeff Hardy though am I…" Trish shrugged, rolling her eyes. Her and Shane never argued about anything apart from him. It wasn't often but this wasn't the first time Shane got himself worked up over her ex-boyfriend.

"Do you still love him?" Shane stroppily replied.

"We've been through this Shane…" Trish sighed. "I don't want to be with Jeff that's why I'm with you… because I want to be with you."

"You still haven't answered the question…" Shane sighed back at Trish - knowing she didn't have to answer the question. The truth was evident. She never stopped loving Jeff Hardy. He worried she never would.

"I don't need too…" Trish chuckled. "I love you and I'm with you and if it makes you feel better we'll go to the wedding together… I don't want to keep having the same argument with you about my ex… he's an ex for a reason Shane."

Trish softly kissed Shane and for a moment he felt slightly better. She still never answered the dreaded question.

Matt laughed at his brothers interview as he watched the interview on his phone while he sat in his office. The band breaking up was a good move for Matt. After the day he left New York, he never looked back. He moved to Los Angeles and started producing music eventually starting his own label which was doing pretty good for somebody just starting out.

His newest client and recording artist Ashley Massaro was becoming a household name, her first album had great feedback and she had even just returned off a small tour.

Matt picked his mail up from the front desk before moving into his office. He looked at one piece of mail which was beautifully handwritten. The letter caught his deep brown eyes straight away. He opened the letter to find a wedding invitation :

'JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD
AND
JILLIAN HALL
INVITE YOU TO THE CEREMONY AND

CELEBRATION OF THEIR MARRIAGE'

Matt hadn't seen JBL since VegasGate. He kept in contact often through social media and text messages, various phone calls here and there. He knew that JBL had been dating but was surprised that it had escalated into marriage.

New York - he hadn't been back in so long. He tried to erase all memory of his life in New York. Mostly because it reminded him of the relationship he had with Amy. He never tried to speak to her since the day they broke up after he found out about the one night stand with Adam. He focused on his work instead it helped him push Amy to the back of his mind but never truly forgetting the redheaded girl who had stole his heart from being a child.

"Hey rockstar…" Ashley walked in the office, her blonde hair highlighted with pink and black streaks and wearing her signature pink plaid skirt with a black crop top and pink fishnet long sleeve crop top over the black. Matt hated when she wore fishnet over her clothes… it reminded him too much of Amy; Ashley reminded him of her quite a lot. There was some distinct similarities between them but she wasn't Amy.

Matt chuckled. "I'm not a rockstar no more those days are long gone!"

"You're my rockstar." Ashley smirked as she sat on his knee at his desk and planted a long and passionate kiss on his lips.

Ashley and Matt started dating around three months ago - the first girl he had been with since his split from Amy. He liked Ashley, she was cool and they were on the same level. Although they weren't very serious they did enjoy each other's company. Matt didn't want things to mess with their work; one of life's rules don't mix business with pleasure.

Ashley looked at the letter in Matt's hand. "Who's this?"

"My uncle is getting married in New York…" Matt replied attempting to move away from the subject. He had no intentions of going back to New York whether his uncle was getting married or not. He enjoyed Los Angeles way too much. Mostly because he was far away from the crazy world of Manhattan's Elite.

"Well you're going aren't you?" Ashley raised an eyebrow as she grabbed the invitation out of his hand. "You get a plus one! We're totally going…"

Matt snatched the invitation back out of her hand and pushed her up from his knee as he placed the invitation back on his desk.

"No I'm not…" Matt's tone went slightly hostile. "It's drama… New York is drama!"

"Oh stop, you say you hate New York but have a picture of it's skyline framed in your office!" Ashley chuckled pointing at the framed picture in front of him.

"It's the people I'm not too fond off…" Matt sighed, rubbing his temples. "It's complicated Ashley, it will just open a can of worms if I go back there I don't think I can face it… I like it in LA…"

"It's one wedding Matt… then you'll be back in the city of dreams before you know it." Ashley chuckled and slightly snorted which Matt found insanely cute. "You can't run away from your past Matt besides you'll have me... what's the worst that could happen?"

Matt raised an eyebrow at Ashley as he chuckled nervously. She had no idea.

Steph sat on a yacht in the middle of Cancun with Jeff Hardy's interview on the screen. She rolled her eyes. Stephanie had been very lowkey since her father had announced he was giving full control of his companies to Shane when he passed away and not splitting control down the middle between his children. She wasn't completely surprised - her parents had always favored her older brother over her. She could always see the disappointment in their eyes with her. They seen her as a socialite not a business women and never had faith that she could be more than that.

"He's such a jackass…" Chris hissed at the screen. He couldn't believe what he was hearing Jeff say about Trish. Chris would of called Jeff one of his friends at one point but he watched as the rockstar had spiralled out of control over the last few years in effect alienating himself from everyone.

"He's in denial…" Steph shrugged. "You can see he's still hurting…"

"He's feeling sorry for himself…" Chris fake yawned. "It's boring… by the way you're getting a bit boring now. Will you ever be going back to New York?"

"Fuck you." Steph glared at Chris.

"I'm joking but seriously Steph… you're having family troubles don't you think you should be somewhere else except from their rival's yacht…" Chris raised an eyebrow.

Stephanie climbed on top of his body before she started to kiss his neck. "You tell me?"

Chris began to moan lightly and Steph continued to kiss on his body before the the two helped each other undress.

Stephanie had been staying with Chris for the past month as she knew it was the one place where her family wouldn't be looking for her. The two got drunk on the first night and hooked up and before they knew it; a month had gone by.

This didn't change anything between them. They still hated each other. They just had really good sex. Really good sex. Whether it was because their families were sworn enemies or because they had the whole forbidden-love (sex) thing going on it seemed to make things a lot more steamy than the usual rendezvous.

The two picked their clothes up and got dressed. Stephanie went into the bedroom before picking up her bags.

"I was only joking about you going back to New York y'know?" Chris chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at the brunette.

"As much as I hate to say it you were right I should be somewhere else…" Steph goes to leave the boat and turned around scowling at the blond boy in front of her. "I still hate you by the way…"

"I wouldn't have it any other way princess." Chris smirked as he watched Stephanie strut her way off of the boat.