The crowd erupted in applause. The Raw room was almost deafening.
"The winner of the match and the new Light-Heavyweight Champion, Jeff Hardy!" Lillian smiled brightly as she announced the young man's name. She was glad he'd won...not that she had anything against Rey Mysterio, it was just that Jeff was her friend, and she was on the Raw roster too, so she couldn't help being biased.
Jeff held his title high, as a beaming Stacy Keibler raised his free arm in victory. They were both hurting though. Rey Mysterio was one hell of a competitor and Nidia had given Stacy a beating of her own outside of the ring. But regardless of the curly haired diva's interruptions, Jeff had managed to dodge the 619 and shortly pull off the perfect Swanton Bomb for the pin.
Rey had respectfully shaken Jeff's hand, and then scrambled to the back, with Nidia scowling behind him, clutching her jaw, from where Stacy had punched her.
"You did it Jeff! Now we're one match up!" Stacy squealed with delight and flung her arms around Jeff's neck. Stumbling back a little, Jeff eased the excited diva off of him and then held the ropes down, so that they could leave the squared-circle.
Stopping at the top of the ring for one more pop from the crowd and one more "Woo!" from The King, The two Raw superstars made their way to the backstage area and were greeted by a few of their fellow workmates.
"Jeff you did it! Well done!" Trish practically bounced over to him and squeezed the life from the youngest Hardy.
"Thanks Trish," the purple haired wrestler shook his head, a wide grin plastered on his face. Tommy Dreamer, Hurricane and Lance Storm all congratulated him in turn and agreed to have a celebratory drink with him later, if they survived their hardcore match. Storm had been brave enough to accompany Hurricane to the ring, whilst Trish had offered to go with Dreamer.
"Well good luck for your match guys," Stacy smiled, and turned to leave them with Jeff at her side, but stopped short when she saw who was standing behind them...
"Well, well, aren't you going to wish me luck too?" came Matt Hardy's Southern drawl, a rather cocky and self-assured tone to it. Jeff stared daggers at him, and noticed that his own former best friend Shannon was at Matt's side.
"Actually yeah, why not," Stacy grinned at the older Hardy and linked her arm in Jeff's, "Break a leg, Matt," she winked and Jeff raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Shut up you stupid whore," Matt snapped, and the tall blond frowned, wishing she had the guts to punch him like she had done Nidia. Jeff was considering taking a shot at his older brother too, but didn't want an all out fight to occur right there in the hallway, especially where Stacy would be put in danger.
"What's the matter Jeffy, haven't got the balls to hit your big brother huh? Maybe you should consider dying your hair yellow, the colour would look good on you," Matt tormented and Shannon laughed at his cheap jokes.
"Just ignore him," Stacy told Jeff, and Matt decided to tease the young woman yet again...
"Listen Stacy I know how you operate, let's say my room tonight at about eleven?"
"Excuse me?" Stacy threw him a disgusted look, and the dark haired man smirked.
"Okay seeing as it's you, I'll pay you in advance..." he dug into his pocket, and pulled out a paper note, "...got change for a dollar?"
"That's it asshole." Jeff lunged for his brother, who was lucky he had Shannon around to shield him, "Out of my way!" Jeff growled. Stacy was trying her best to clam him down, but the young high-flyer was more powerful than she'd thought.
Matt, however, found the whole thing hilarious. He was laughing so hard, that he barely felt the small tap on his shoulder. What he did feel, was the sharp pain through his cheek when he turned around, right into someone's small but powerful fist.
"Ow!" He yelped as he stumbled backwards onto the wall behind him, nearly pulling Shannon over as he reached out to steady himself.
"Creep." Lita muttered, shaking out her hand, which was stinging more than a little.
"Thank you for that Li," Jeff grinned, and stepped past his brother.
"You nearly knocked him out!" Stacy exclaimed with awe and patted the other diva on the shoulder, "well done."
Lita shook her head, a smile replacing the frown she had developed when she'd heard Matt offer Stacy that dollar. The man really was an ass, and she'd used to think he was so perfect. "I was only coming to congratulate you on your match- which was fantastic by the way. But we'd better be heading back, I had to beg Eric to let me come meet you two. He said he doesn't want anyone to leave the Raw room, in case there were SmackDown guys lurking around." She glanced at Matt who was rubbing his cheek profusely, "Well I guess he was right."
They began to walk back towards their room, stopping once when Matt called out to them.
"Matt," Jeff sighed, glancing at his watch then back up at his brother, "I believe your match started about five minutes ago," he grinned as the older Hardy suddenly panicked, grabbed Shannon, and ran to the ring entrance. Idiot.
We better go...don't want your father to worry now do we?" Jeff smirked, and Lita nodded with a grin, not catching the very confused look that Stacy was giving her just then.
"Your father?" The tall blond questioned, wondering if they were talking about Rick Flair. After all the tough diva had to be in Evolution for some reason or other, and that seemed like a more than logical one. But that wasn't it...
Lita shot Jeff a "thanks a lot big mouth" and sighed.
"Yeah, my father the saint, who so happens to appear in the body of one Eric Bischoff."
Stacy's jaw dropped open, then clamped shut again, and she raised her eyebrows instead, "Well I suppose that does explain a lot."
~
It was chaos. There were trashcans, road signs, a fire extinguisher, a ladder, two chairs, a table and a few kendo sticks occupying the squared- circle, as well as Tommy Dreamer, Matt Hardy and the Hurricane. Billy Gunn was on the floor outside, thanks to some brass-knucks, which Dreamer had kindly introduced to his forehead.
Even Lance Storm and Shannon Moore had been doing their bit in the ring, -though they weren't in the hardcore match- but the ref had demanded they stayed at ringside like Torrie and Trish were doing, even though anything was perfectly legal in the match.
"Come on Tommy!" Trish yelled, as Dreamer picked up one of his favourite weapons, the kendo stick, and proceeded to hit Matt Hardy numerous times, until he was rolling around on the floor in agony.
The petite blonde diva had to jump out of the way, as Shannon suddenly plunged for Storm, almost getting her instead. She looked around frantically; noticing that Torrie Wilson had somehow climbed into the ring and given Hurricane the low blow. The bitch.
Tommy turned quickly on hearing Hurricane yelp with pain, and glared daggers at Torrie, who obviously knew she was in trouble by the look on her face. Dreamer smirked, picking up a 'STOP' sign as Torrie backed away slowly.
"Hey Torrie!" Trish called out, and the playboy cover girl turned around to see a flurry of blonde rush towards her and knock her harshly to the mat.
"Spear!" The King's voice cried out, obviously getting excited that the diva's were in the ring, and if Trish wasn't busy pummelling Torrie's head with her fists, then she'd have heard JR's warning...
Two strong-arms with an almost iron like grip, wrapped themselves around her tiny waist and arms, pulling her to her feet.
"Let me go!" She screamed, as she saw that Tommy and the Hurricane were passed out in front of her.
The diva kicked out furiously with her legs, but the grip was firm, and the person had no intention of letting go anytime soon. Damn them! Then she realised who was holding on to her...it was Shannon; it had to be, as Matt Hardy suddenly pinned the Hurricane right in front of her for the three count. The asshole.
The oldest Hardy boy stood up and grinned at her, making her stomach turn in anger and disgust. She'd wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk off his face, but didn't get the satisfaction as she was suddenly thrust towards him and he had her trapped into a backwards headlock...which could only mean one thing...
"Shit." Escaped her lips as he executed the twist of fate on the petite blonde diva, and the last thing she saw was his hand raised in victory by Shannon, before she passed out completely.
"The winner of the match and the new Light-Heavyweight Champion, Jeff Hardy!" Lillian smiled brightly as she announced the young man's name. She was glad he'd won...not that she had anything against Rey Mysterio, it was just that Jeff was her friend, and she was on the Raw roster too, so she couldn't help being biased.
Jeff held his title high, as a beaming Stacy Keibler raised his free arm in victory. They were both hurting though. Rey Mysterio was one hell of a competitor and Nidia had given Stacy a beating of her own outside of the ring. But regardless of the curly haired diva's interruptions, Jeff had managed to dodge the 619 and shortly pull off the perfect Swanton Bomb for the pin.
Rey had respectfully shaken Jeff's hand, and then scrambled to the back, with Nidia scowling behind him, clutching her jaw, from where Stacy had punched her.
"You did it Jeff! Now we're one match up!" Stacy squealed with delight and flung her arms around Jeff's neck. Stumbling back a little, Jeff eased the excited diva off of him and then held the ropes down, so that they could leave the squared-circle.
Stopping at the top of the ring for one more pop from the crowd and one more "Woo!" from The King, The two Raw superstars made their way to the backstage area and were greeted by a few of their fellow workmates.
"Jeff you did it! Well done!" Trish practically bounced over to him and squeezed the life from the youngest Hardy.
"Thanks Trish," the purple haired wrestler shook his head, a wide grin plastered on his face. Tommy Dreamer, Hurricane and Lance Storm all congratulated him in turn and agreed to have a celebratory drink with him later, if they survived their hardcore match. Storm had been brave enough to accompany Hurricane to the ring, whilst Trish had offered to go with Dreamer.
"Well good luck for your match guys," Stacy smiled, and turned to leave them with Jeff at her side, but stopped short when she saw who was standing behind them...
"Well, well, aren't you going to wish me luck too?" came Matt Hardy's Southern drawl, a rather cocky and self-assured tone to it. Jeff stared daggers at him, and noticed that his own former best friend Shannon was at Matt's side.
"Actually yeah, why not," Stacy grinned at the older Hardy and linked her arm in Jeff's, "Break a leg, Matt," she winked and Jeff raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Shut up you stupid whore," Matt snapped, and the tall blond frowned, wishing she had the guts to punch him like she had done Nidia. Jeff was considering taking a shot at his older brother too, but didn't want an all out fight to occur right there in the hallway, especially where Stacy would be put in danger.
"What's the matter Jeffy, haven't got the balls to hit your big brother huh? Maybe you should consider dying your hair yellow, the colour would look good on you," Matt tormented and Shannon laughed at his cheap jokes.
"Just ignore him," Stacy told Jeff, and Matt decided to tease the young woman yet again...
"Listen Stacy I know how you operate, let's say my room tonight at about eleven?"
"Excuse me?" Stacy threw him a disgusted look, and the dark haired man smirked.
"Okay seeing as it's you, I'll pay you in advance..." he dug into his pocket, and pulled out a paper note, "...got change for a dollar?"
"That's it asshole." Jeff lunged for his brother, who was lucky he had Shannon around to shield him, "Out of my way!" Jeff growled. Stacy was trying her best to clam him down, but the young high-flyer was more powerful than she'd thought.
Matt, however, found the whole thing hilarious. He was laughing so hard, that he barely felt the small tap on his shoulder. What he did feel, was the sharp pain through his cheek when he turned around, right into someone's small but powerful fist.
"Ow!" He yelped as he stumbled backwards onto the wall behind him, nearly pulling Shannon over as he reached out to steady himself.
"Creep." Lita muttered, shaking out her hand, which was stinging more than a little.
"Thank you for that Li," Jeff grinned, and stepped past his brother.
"You nearly knocked him out!" Stacy exclaimed with awe and patted the other diva on the shoulder, "well done."
Lita shook her head, a smile replacing the frown she had developed when she'd heard Matt offer Stacy that dollar. The man really was an ass, and she'd used to think he was so perfect. "I was only coming to congratulate you on your match- which was fantastic by the way. But we'd better be heading back, I had to beg Eric to let me come meet you two. He said he doesn't want anyone to leave the Raw room, in case there were SmackDown guys lurking around." She glanced at Matt who was rubbing his cheek profusely, "Well I guess he was right."
They began to walk back towards their room, stopping once when Matt called out to them.
"Matt," Jeff sighed, glancing at his watch then back up at his brother, "I believe your match started about five minutes ago," he grinned as the older Hardy suddenly panicked, grabbed Shannon, and ran to the ring entrance. Idiot.
We better go...don't want your father to worry now do we?" Jeff smirked, and Lita nodded with a grin, not catching the very confused look that Stacy was giving her just then.
"Your father?" The tall blond questioned, wondering if they were talking about Rick Flair. After all the tough diva had to be in Evolution for some reason or other, and that seemed like a more than logical one. But that wasn't it...
Lita shot Jeff a "thanks a lot big mouth" and sighed.
"Yeah, my father the saint, who so happens to appear in the body of one Eric Bischoff."
Stacy's jaw dropped open, then clamped shut again, and she raised her eyebrows instead, "Well I suppose that does explain a lot."
~
It was chaos. There were trashcans, road signs, a fire extinguisher, a ladder, two chairs, a table and a few kendo sticks occupying the squared- circle, as well as Tommy Dreamer, Matt Hardy and the Hurricane. Billy Gunn was on the floor outside, thanks to some brass-knucks, which Dreamer had kindly introduced to his forehead.
Even Lance Storm and Shannon Moore had been doing their bit in the ring, -though they weren't in the hardcore match- but the ref had demanded they stayed at ringside like Torrie and Trish were doing, even though anything was perfectly legal in the match.
"Come on Tommy!" Trish yelled, as Dreamer picked up one of his favourite weapons, the kendo stick, and proceeded to hit Matt Hardy numerous times, until he was rolling around on the floor in agony.
The petite blonde diva had to jump out of the way, as Shannon suddenly plunged for Storm, almost getting her instead. She looked around frantically; noticing that Torrie Wilson had somehow climbed into the ring and given Hurricane the low blow. The bitch.
Tommy turned quickly on hearing Hurricane yelp with pain, and glared daggers at Torrie, who obviously knew she was in trouble by the look on her face. Dreamer smirked, picking up a 'STOP' sign as Torrie backed away slowly.
"Hey Torrie!" Trish called out, and the playboy cover girl turned around to see a flurry of blonde rush towards her and knock her harshly to the mat.
"Spear!" The King's voice cried out, obviously getting excited that the diva's were in the ring, and if Trish wasn't busy pummelling Torrie's head with her fists, then she'd have heard JR's warning...
Two strong-arms with an almost iron like grip, wrapped themselves around her tiny waist and arms, pulling her to her feet.
"Let me go!" She screamed, as she saw that Tommy and the Hurricane were passed out in front of her.
The diva kicked out furiously with her legs, but the grip was firm, and the person had no intention of letting go anytime soon. Damn them! Then she realised who was holding on to her...it was Shannon; it had to be, as Matt Hardy suddenly pinned the Hurricane right in front of her for the three count. The asshole.
The oldest Hardy boy stood up and grinned at her, making her stomach turn in anger and disgust. She'd wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk off his face, but didn't get the satisfaction as she was suddenly thrust towards him and he had her trapped into a backwards headlock...which could only mean one thing...
"Shit." Escaped her lips as he executed the twist of fate on the petite blonde diva, and the last thing she saw was his hand raised in victory by Shannon, before she passed out completely.