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Chapter 6: Knowledge is Power
Halifax Forum, the locker room:
"We got our butts kicked," Amy grumbled.
"Yeah, but it was great, wasn't it? We gave them a run for their money," Jeff finished with a grin.
"You know it," Amy replied, saturating a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide. Kneeling down in front of Jeff, she gently dabbed at the gash that snaked down his face.
"Ouch!" He flinched, jerking out of Amy's reach.
"Oh, quit being such a baby. I've seen your last matches, falling off ladders and the ring apron. This should be a piece of cake," Amy chided.
Sobering, Jeff took in Amy's appearance, "You don't look so hot yourself." Gingerly, he reached out to touch her swollen eye.
"Ouch! Don't touch that," Amy cried, pulling back.
"Now, who's being a big baby," Jeff countered, grinning slyly.
Meanwhile, in Pennsylvania:
"I don't believe it!" Matt threw the towel down on the bed."
"No way! Steph wouldn't, couldn't hire another Heyman, not after all we've been through."
Brock shrugged. "After all you've been through, you mean," he corrected.
Matt glared at Brock, "Oh, so you still consider yourself on good terms with him?" he challenged.
"Well I haven't physically injured the man."
"We'll see about that," Matt muttered to himself, his eyes glittering dangerously.
The following morning, Smackdown coliseum:
"Mmm, I've missed you baby."
Maya strolled up to the half-open door.
"Don't sweat it sweetheart, it will be okay if you enter Stephanie's office," her father assured her.
Raising her hand to knock, Maya called out, "Um, excuse me, Ms. McMahon?"
Swinging the door wide open, Stephanie quickly shoved Chris away. "Hello Ms. Heyman, it's great to have you here, welcome aboard."
"I didn't mean to interrupt," Maya spoke apologetically, as she shook Stephanie's hand.
"Nonsense, you weren't interrupting."
Maya smiled, "I understand, quality time when you can obtain it."
Stephanie smiled gratefully, "Thank you for understanding."
Swiftly changing the subject, she continued, "Since you will be working with me, I feel it is only fair to introduce you to my husband, Chris Irvine, alias Chris Jericho."
Maya smiled in surprise and amusement, "I've heard much about you Mr. Irvine."
"Only good I hope," he replied with a smile.
"Mostly," Maya replied dryly, striving to conceal her grin.
"A sense of humor, you picked a winner Steph."
"Thanks," Maya smiled, warming up to Chris almost instantly.
Shifting her stance, Maya surveyed the couple intently. "Excuse my asking, but is everyone aware that you are.. husband and wife?"
Stephanie and Chris nodded, "It's no surprise to everyone here that our public feud was just that, a publicity stunt only. Behind closed doors, well that's another matter entirely," he answered, grinning saucily.
Blushing, Stephanie quickly changed the subject. "I would like to introduce you to the writing staff, followed by our actors and actresses," she declared proudly.
As Stephanie excused them, Maya couldn't help but voice her observation. "I've noticed something about you Mrs. McMahon..-Irvine."
She smiled, "Call me Stephanie. And what is that?"
"Your drive. You love what you do and the ambition behind it shows," Maya answered candidly.
"I'm glad, thank you for the compliment. Speaking of which, I saw your performance Monday night on RAW. You did very well in holding your own against Eric."
"Thank you. He appears to be quite a character."
"That he is, always a challenge. Since we are on the topic of challenges," Stephanie paused to throw a quick smile in Maya's direction, "I wish to speak with you about Brock Lesner."
Maya's face darkened slightly, "My father told me about what happened between them."
"Well, don't judge too hastily. Brock is known for throwing people around the ring, but I believe he respects Paul. I highly doubt he would purposely hurt your father." Maya bit her lip, for fear that a sharp-tongued retort might slip out. "Keep an eye out for Matt though." As much as I regret saying this, It's Matt I am concerned about. Matthew Hardy is a determined, talented athlete, but in the past few months, he has changed."
"Matthew Hardy! I just met his brother, Jeff Hardy, the other night!" Maya exclaimed in surprise.
Stephanie nodded soberly, "Jeff and Matt are no longer on speaking terms."
"Why, what happened?"
Stephanie sighed, "It's a long story. When you view the training videos this afternoon, I will also give you some recent videos of both brothers' matches to watch." Shortly thereafter, Maya soon found herself in the back room, immersed in watching some of Matt and Jeff's older matches. Although fascinated by the Hardys' style of wrestling, a sensation of dread washed over her as she watched Matt race out to the arena and pull the surprise Twist of Fate on his younger brother. Seeing enough, she rose from her chair and flipped off the tv in disgust. A soft knock at the back room door caused her to jump in surprise. Maya looked at her watch, she wasn't expecting Stephanie back until about 1:00. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Matt Hardy."
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first.
Chapter 6: Knowledge is Power
Halifax Forum, the locker room:
"We got our butts kicked," Amy grumbled.
"Yeah, but it was great, wasn't it? We gave them a run for their money," Jeff finished with a grin.
"You know it," Amy replied, saturating a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide. Kneeling down in front of Jeff, she gently dabbed at the gash that snaked down his face.
"Ouch!" He flinched, jerking out of Amy's reach.
"Oh, quit being such a baby. I've seen your last matches, falling off ladders and the ring apron. This should be a piece of cake," Amy chided.
Sobering, Jeff took in Amy's appearance, "You don't look so hot yourself." Gingerly, he reached out to touch her swollen eye.
"Ouch! Don't touch that," Amy cried, pulling back.
"Now, who's being a big baby," Jeff countered, grinning slyly.
Meanwhile, in Pennsylvania:
"I don't believe it!" Matt threw the towel down on the bed."
"No way! Steph wouldn't, couldn't hire another Heyman, not after all we've been through."
Brock shrugged. "After all you've been through, you mean," he corrected.
Matt glared at Brock, "Oh, so you still consider yourself on good terms with him?" he challenged.
"Well I haven't physically injured the man."
"We'll see about that," Matt muttered to himself, his eyes glittering dangerously.
The following morning, Smackdown coliseum:
"Mmm, I've missed you baby."
Maya strolled up to the half-open door.
"Don't sweat it sweetheart, it will be okay if you enter Stephanie's office," her father assured her.
Raising her hand to knock, Maya called out, "Um, excuse me, Ms. McMahon?"
Swinging the door wide open, Stephanie quickly shoved Chris away. "Hello Ms. Heyman, it's great to have you here, welcome aboard."
"I didn't mean to interrupt," Maya spoke apologetically, as she shook Stephanie's hand.
"Nonsense, you weren't interrupting."
Maya smiled, "I understand, quality time when you can obtain it."
Stephanie smiled gratefully, "Thank you for understanding."
Swiftly changing the subject, she continued, "Since you will be working with me, I feel it is only fair to introduce you to my husband, Chris Irvine, alias Chris Jericho."
Maya smiled in surprise and amusement, "I've heard much about you Mr. Irvine."
"Only good I hope," he replied with a smile.
"Mostly," Maya replied dryly, striving to conceal her grin.
"A sense of humor, you picked a winner Steph."
"Thanks," Maya smiled, warming up to Chris almost instantly.
Shifting her stance, Maya surveyed the couple intently. "Excuse my asking, but is everyone aware that you are.. husband and wife?"
Stephanie and Chris nodded, "It's no surprise to everyone here that our public feud was just that, a publicity stunt only. Behind closed doors, well that's another matter entirely," he answered, grinning saucily.
Blushing, Stephanie quickly changed the subject. "I would like to introduce you to the writing staff, followed by our actors and actresses," she declared proudly.
As Stephanie excused them, Maya couldn't help but voice her observation. "I've noticed something about you Mrs. McMahon..-Irvine."
She smiled, "Call me Stephanie. And what is that?"
"Your drive. You love what you do and the ambition behind it shows," Maya answered candidly.
"I'm glad, thank you for the compliment. Speaking of which, I saw your performance Monday night on RAW. You did very well in holding your own against Eric."
"Thank you. He appears to be quite a character."
"That he is, always a challenge. Since we are on the topic of challenges," Stephanie paused to throw a quick smile in Maya's direction, "I wish to speak with you about Brock Lesner."
Maya's face darkened slightly, "My father told me about what happened between them."
"Well, don't judge too hastily. Brock is known for throwing people around the ring, but I believe he respects Paul. I highly doubt he would purposely hurt your father." Maya bit her lip, for fear that a sharp-tongued retort might slip out. "Keep an eye out for Matt though." As much as I regret saying this, It's Matt I am concerned about. Matthew Hardy is a determined, talented athlete, but in the past few months, he has changed."
"Matthew Hardy! I just met his brother, Jeff Hardy, the other night!" Maya exclaimed in surprise.
Stephanie nodded soberly, "Jeff and Matt are no longer on speaking terms."
"Why, what happened?"
Stephanie sighed, "It's a long story. When you view the training videos this afternoon, I will also give you some recent videos of both brothers' matches to watch." Shortly thereafter, Maya soon found herself in the back room, immersed in watching some of Matt and Jeff's older matches. Although fascinated by the Hardys' style of wrestling, a sensation of dread washed over her as she watched Matt race out to the arena and pull the surprise Twist of Fate on his younger brother. Seeing enough, she rose from her chair and flipped off the tv in disgust. A soft knock at the back room door caused her to jump in surprise. Maya looked at her watch, she wasn't expecting Stephanie back until about 1:00. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Matt Hardy."