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Chapter 5: Showdown
Baltimore, Maryland, three days after the incident:
"I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," Amy said lightly.
"At least you were able to buy them in the men's department," Jeff offered as he walked by, pulling on his turquoise netting shirt.
"They aren't comfortable," Matt whined, tugging at his pants.
"A deal's a deal, we both won, so now you have to wear them too, come on!" Amy said with finality. She tugged on his arm.
"But they're too tight," Matt complained.
Amy shrugged, "Maybe you should have gotten a bigger size." Matt looked pleadingly towards Jeff as Amy half dragged him out of the locker room.
Jeff shrugged and avoided his brother's eyes, "Sorry, can't help you this time bro," Jeff replied with a chuckle. Once Amy and Matt left the room, Jeff heaved a huge sigh of relief, *Whew, I'm glad that's over, one look into those puppy dog eyes of his and I would have been a goner.*
Nervously, Nora paced back and forth in her dressing room, anxiously thinking about tonight's match. *What if Spike takes off and leaves me out there alone or worse yet what if he doesn't come out at all or what if.." A knock sounded at the door, jerking her back to reality. "Come in," Nora called, trying desperately, to hide the panic in her voice. A tipsy - looking Spike stumbled through the door.
"Spike! What did you do to yourself?"
"Did what any self respecting guy would do when he gets dumped, get drunk."
"Come now, it's been two years since you and I broke up," Nora said softly. "Let's get some coffee into you," she said, helping him into a chair. The next thing he knew, Nora was holding a small paper cup out to him. It's the only size the machine had," Nora replied apologetically. "Oh, and I put two ice cubes into it, so it won't burn your mouth."
"Thanks," Spike said gratefully. He took a swig of the coffee and shook his head, "You know I don't normally drink liquor."
"I know," Nora said soberly.
"You know I still love you and by golly, I wanna marry you!"
Flustered, Nora blushed profusely, "Spike, you don't mean that."
"Yes I do! Jeff doesn't deserve you, you're too good for him. Heck Nora, you're even too good for me!"
"You know that isn't true," Nora scolded. She helped him up, "Do you think you'll be able to wrestle?"
"Of course I can! I'm ready, willing and able," Spike cried out indignantly. He threw his hand out to the side, narrowly missing Nora's head. *Whew, that was close! Good thing my reflexes were quicker than his. Then again, a tortoise's would be quicker than his,* she thought, frowning. *Now, if only he can stand on his own two feet and look somewhat sober.* With a sigh, she put her arm around Spike's shoulders and together, they headed towards the ring curtain. The crowd watched intently as they made their way down the ramp. Little did the audience realize that Nora had her arm looped through his just to keep him upright. Anxiously, Nora studied the faces of the fans alongside her, wondering what they thought of the changes.
The night before, in front of thousands of fans, Nora had slapped the face of Jeff Hardy. Not even a minute later, she had been caressing the face of Spike Dudley, leaving former flame, Jeff Hardy, in the dust.
Later in the locker room, Jeff revealed what he really thought of the script: throwing the script down, Jeff told Nora none-too-bluntly, "This story-line sucks!"
Nora shook her head as the crowd's screaming brought her back to the present. Nervously, she watched as Spike unsteadily climbed beneath the ropes to face Lance Storm. Spike stood in front of Lance, his hands on his hips. Unexpectedly, he stuck out his hand. Warily, Lance reached out to shake Spike's hand. He pumped Lance's hand vigorously, then poked him in the eyes with his index and middle fingers.
Nora leaned over the ropes and yelled, "Spike, what are you thinking?!"
Jeff, back in the locker room, slammed his hand against the wall as he stared at the television screen.
"You dipstick, what do you think you're doing?!" Scowling, Jeff angrily plopped down on the bench. He crossed his arms over his chest, "Now this I've got to see."
Taken by surprise, Lance covered his eyes. In a hasty decision, he lashed out blindly with his fist. Lance missed by a mile, but Spike went down, hitting the mat face first, out cold.
Inside the locker room, Jeff shook his head in disgust, *What is he drunk?*
Nora stepped into the ring and knelt down beside him. Slapping his cheek gently, Nora coaxed, "Come on Spike, get up." Lance, seeing his chance, grabbed Nora by the hair, yanking her up off the mat. She elbowed him in the stomach, and ran over to the edge of the ring, pushing Ivory off. Lance snuck up behind her, grabbed her around the waist and smashed her into the ring post. Suddenly, Nora felt the pressure ease off her back as Bradshaw D.D.T'd Lance Storm.
"You okay kid?" Bradshaw mumbled.
Nora nodded, thunderstruck, *Bradshaw came out to help - me?!* Out of the corner of her eye, Nora saw Jeff yank Spike up off the mat.
"Let's get some coffee into you," he growled. "Then we can - talk," Jeff said, his jaw muscle twitching.
"I'm fine, I can walk on my own," Spike protested, stumbling away from Jeff.
"Fine," Jeff replied curtly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Why didn't you help Nora?" Spike questioned, a challenge in his voice.
"Because, I was too busy picking your sorry butt off the floor," Jeff shot back.
"Guys, stop it.." That was all the further she got as Spike threw a wild punch, whacking Nora in the face.
"Gosh Nora!" Spike exclaimed apologetically. He knelt down to check on her.
"I'm - okay," Nora replied breathlessly. Jeff gently took her other arm and helped her up. Jeff was shocked at the large bruise on her face.
"He gave you a black eye!" Jeff exclaimed indignantly. Jeff focused his fury on Spike, "You moron!" He lunged at Spike.
"Guys!" Nora screamed at them. She threw her hands up in the air, in despair.
"Come on kiddo, let's get that swelling down," Bradshaw advised. He placed his hand at the small of her back, guiding her out of the ring.
"But the.."
"Children," Bradshaw responded sarcastically, "can keep playing their little games."
Several hours later, in Vince's office:
A bruised and bloodied Jeff Hardy and Matt Hyson (Spike) stood shame - facedly in front of Vince McMahon.
"What possessed you two to pull that little stunt out there? Well congratulations, you've managed to make fools out of yourselves, as well as the WWF! Spike, you're a consummate professional, you know better. And Jeff, you've been here for a while, you know better too! I hope you have plans made, because both of you are suspended for the next two weeks!" Nora, you work best with a tag - team partner, pick one."
"Bradshaw!" Nora exclaimed enthusiastically.
If you would like to use this story, please ask first, thanks.
Chapter 5: Showdown
Baltimore, Maryland, three days after the incident:
"I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," Amy said lightly.
"At least you were able to buy them in the men's department," Jeff offered as he walked by, pulling on his turquoise netting shirt.
"They aren't comfortable," Matt whined, tugging at his pants.
"A deal's a deal, we both won, so now you have to wear them too, come on!" Amy said with finality. She tugged on his arm.
"But they're too tight," Matt complained.
Amy shrugged, "Maybe you should have gotten a bigger size." Matt looked pleadingly towards Jeff as Amy half dragged him out of the locker room.
Jeff shrugged and avoided his brother's eyes, "Sorry, can't help you this time bro," Jeff replied with a chuckle. Once Amy and Matt left the room, Jeff heaved a huge sigh of relief, *Whew, I'm glad that's over, one look into those puppy dog eyes of his and I would have been a goner.*
Nervously, Nora paced back and forth in her dressing room, anxiously thinking about tonight's match. *What if Spike takes off and leaves me out there alone or worse yet what if he doesn't come out at all or what if.." A knock sounded at the door, jerking her back to reality. "Come in," Nora called, trying desperately, to hide the panic in her voice. A tipsy - looking Spike stumbled through the door.
"Spike! What did you do to yourself?"
"Did what any self respecting guy would do when he gets dumped, get drunk."
"Come now, it's been two years since you and I broke up," Nora said softly. "Let's get some coffee into you," she said, helping him into a chair. The next thing he knew, Nora was holding a small paper cup out to him. It's the only size the machine had," Nora replied apologetically. "Oh, and I put two ice cubes into it, so it won't burn your mouth."
"Thanks," Spike said gratefully. He took a swig of the coffee and shook his head, "You know I don't normally drink liquor."
"I know," Nora said soberly.
"You know I still love you and by golly, I wanna marry you!"
Flustered, Nora blushed profusely, "Spike, you don't mean that."
"Yes I do! Jeff doesn't deserve you, you're too good for him. Heck Nora, you're even too good for me!"
"You know that isn't true," Nora scolded. She helped him up, "Do you think you'll be able to wrestle?"
"Of course I can! I'm ready, willing and able," Spike cried out indignantly. He threw his hand out to the side, narrowly missing Nora's head. *Whew, that was close! Good thing my reflexes were quicker than his. Then again, a tortoise's would be quicker than his,* she thought, frowning. *Now, if only he can stand on his own two feet and look somewhat sober.* With a sigh, she put her arm around Spike's shoulders and together, they headed towards the ring curtain. The crowd watched intently as they made their way down the ramp. Little did the audience realize that Nora had her arm looped through his just to keep him upright. Anxiously, Nora studied the faces of the fans alongside her, wondering what they thought of the changes.
The night before, in front of thousands of fans, Nora had slapped the face of Jeff Hardy. Not even a minute later, she had been caressing the face of Spike Dudley, leaving former flame, Jeff Hardy, in the dust.
Later in the locker room, Jeff revealed what he really thought of the script: throwing the script down, Jeff told Nora none-too-bluntly, "This story-line sucks!"
Nora shook her head as the crowd's screaming brought her back to the present. Nervously, she watched as Spike unsteadily climbed beneath the ropes to face Lance Storm. Spike stood in front of Lance, his hands on his hips. Unexpectedly, he stuck out his hand. Warily, Lance reached out to shake Spike's hand. He pumped Lance's hand vigorously, then poked him in the eyes with his index and middle fingers.
Nora leaned over the ropes and yelled, "Spike, what are you thinking?!"
Jeff, back in the locker room, slammed his hand against the wall as he stared at the television screen.
"You dipstick, what do you think you're doing?!" Scowling, Jeff angrily plopped down on the bench. He crossed his arms over his chest, "Now this I've got to see."
Taken by surprise, Lance covered his eyes. In a hasty decision, he lashed out blindly with his fist. Lance missed by a mile, but Spike went down, hitting the mat face first, out cold.
Inside the locker room, Jeff shook his head in disgust, *What is he drunk?*
Nora stepped into the ring and knelt down beside him. Slapping his cheek gently, Nora coaxed, "Come on Spike, get up." Lance, seeing his chance, grabbed Nora by the hair, yanking her up off the mat. She elbowed him in the stomach, and ran over to the edge of the ring, pushing Ivory off. Lance snuck up behind her, grabbed her around the waist and smashed her into the ring post. Suddenly, Nora felt the pressure ease off her back as Bradshaw D.D.T'd Lance Storm.
"You okay kid?" Bradshaw mumbled.
Nora nodded, thunderstruck, *Bradshaw came out to help - me?!* Out of the corner of her eye, Nora saw Jeff yank Spike up off the mat.
"Let's get some coffee into you," he growled. "Then we can - talk," Jeff said, his jaw muscle twitching.
"I'm fine, I can walk on my own," Spike protested, stumbling away from Jeff.
"Fine," Jeff replied curtly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Why didn't you help Nora?" Spike questioned, a challenge in his voice.
"Because, I was too busy picking your sorry butt off the floor," Jeff shot back.
"Guys, stop it.." That was all the further she got as Spike threw a wild punch, whacking Nora in the face.
"Gosh Nora!" Spike exclaimed apologetically. He knelt down to check on her.
"I'm - okay," Nora replied breathlessly. Jeff gently took her other arm and helped her up. Jeff was shocked at the large bruise on her face.
"He gave you a black eye!" Jeff exclaimed indignantly. Jeff focused his fury on Spike, "You moron!" He lunged at Spike.
"Guys!" Nora screamed at them. She threw her hands up in the air, in despair.
"Come on kiddo, let's get that swelling down," Bradshaw advised. He placed his hand at the small of her back, guiding her out of the ring.
"But the.."
"Children," Bradshaw responded sarcastically, "can keep playing their little games."
Several hours later, in Vince's office:
A bruised and bloodied Jeff Hardy and Matt Hyson (Spike) stood shame - facedly in front of Vince McMahon.
"What possessed you two to pull that little stunt out there? Well congratulations, you've managed to make fools out of yourselves, as well as the WWF! Spike, you're a consummate professional, you know better. And Jeff, you've been here for a while, you know better too! I hope you have plans made, because both of you are suspended for the next two weeks!" Nora, you work best with a tag - team partner, pick one."
"Bradshaw!" Nora exclaimed enthusiastically.