Loving You RAW Chapter 2: It Makes Me Ill, a wrestling fanfic

Review's Reviewed: Hey! thanks to everyone for taking the time out of your busy schedules and reviewing! (A special note to Trish and Jeff 4eva: hey! long time no c! remember me? u were also a reviewer on WWE Unleashed! If u don't remember then just forget it! Its nice to hear from u again.) Well, I think I have to apologize for updating this late . . . Sorry! I was kinda busy writing this other story I'm creating. Nywho, so Xtreme Diva, I've read your work . . . you are VERY talented. Thanks 4 reviewing – thts a special thank you to you. You said that about character developments which lead me to a lot of cliffhangers, but all in all, your review has given me some ideas, which were differently NOT in my head before. Thanks again. I would also like it if u guys comment about the rating . . . do you think I should rise it to an 'R'? I'll do what u tell me to. And ALSO this chapter is sort of a song-fic. But I promise that this will be the first and last chapter featuring a song! I'm NOT gonna go and do THAT again! No offense to all the song-fic-writers, but I just don't think that this is such a creative work of fiction if we include in songs written by other authors. I dunno, maybe its ME who isnt creative with the concept! Anyway, the song 'Makes me ill' belongs to N-Sync, not me! Please review on this chapter and if u have ANY ideas about the story please let me know k? I'm trying to do my best! This is sort of a challenge for me, I'm not only writing a fanfic for the first time on THIS genre, but I have challenged myself to write 2 stories at once. The other story kept me busy for a while. Okay so I'm just gonna shut the hell up and let you guys read this! ~Nav

PART 2

The loud music kept on shouting from all sides, the famous nightclub in North Carolina was crowded with rich-young people who danced the night away. Jeff Hardy was one of them.

Actually, Jeff didn't want to come over here at this time of the night. He wasn't much of a party-person these days, he showed to his friends that he loved to party and everything, but deep down inside, he hated the idea. He hated to go to a club where rich-drunk kids would drink, dance and touch the various different body-parts of a person they hardly ever knew. Jeff hated it.

The reason he came down here tonight was because of that new-kid – Shannon Moore. Ever since Matt had injured himself in that brawl against Evolution, Shannon had come down to Fayetteville and tried all that he could to help Matt get better. Jeff liked the boy, he saw a little of himself in him . . . not the face though, Jeff always remarked 'But I still look better than you.' After he would say 'Wow, you never cease to amaze me kid . . . 'remind me of myself when I was in the ring'.

Also another particular reason Jeff came over to the club tonight was Trish Stratus.

Jeff and Trish were growing very close to each other about two-months ago, they not only went on dating but they practically lived together. But when Jeff lost to RVD in a ladder match rematch for the IC title, he had gotten suspended AGAIN by the only General Manager of Raw- Eric Bischoff.

The suspension was still on and Jeff has no right to go to Raw or any WWE events for the next 8 months! It sucked! But . . . the younger Hardy Boy thought that he still had Trish with him . . . that was when the WWE Diva commented that they need more space in their relationship . . . that ultimately has led Jeff to be all along again . . . the couple broke up.

Sighing at those memories, Jeff Hardy poured down another glass of beer as he watched Trish and her NEW date Chris Jericho dancing on the Groove-A-Move, - the dance floor.

"What a corny name," Jeff mumbled to himself.

"Excuse me?" the bartender of the club- Kevin Richard, asked with a confused tone, he was a man on his mid-30s and was a good friend of Jeff.

"'Groove-A-Move' that's a stupid name don't you think?"

"Ahh . . . Hardy, I think you had TOO much beer for one night! Why don't you ah . . . just give me that bottle and glass k?"

Jeff just smiled a one-cheek smile at the man, he thought Jeff was drunk! "Nah man . . . I aint drunk," the young wrestler said.

"Look . . . I know what you're going through! Broke up with your girlfriend but you still like her . . . but she's movin on with her life and that's making you jealous!"

"Waitaminute," another laugh escaped the Hardy, "You think I am jealous of Chris Jericho?!"

"Nah man, I'm just sayin its normal! It happens."

"Rick . . . Rick Ricky Rick! I am NOT jealous of Jericho okay? What a guy cant even come here and get drunk for no other reason but romance?!"

"Ah . . . NO!"

The Hardy sighed and let the man take his drink away. This was the 'public' side of Jeff that he showed, always carefree and a motto that says 'no worries'. But inside, that's where Jeff was hurting the most, he realized that no physical injury in the ring could cause him to hurt more than what he was hurting NOW. The ONE woman he loved . . . the ONLY woman he completely opened his heart to . . . was on the dance floor dancing with ANOTHER man! Dancing with CHRIS JERICHO for crying out loud! What the HELL does Y2J has that Jeff doesn't!?

Over at the other side, Trish Stratus was enjoying her night with Jericho. This was the 5th date she was at with this man, and everything Amy, Matt and her friends said about Chris was wrong! Jericho wasn't as bad as they said he was! He was caring, smart and very attractive! If he truly WAS a bad-guy wouldn't he start to make his move by now? Wouldn't he try to convince her into having sex? He didn't! Instead, he was just enjoying himself with everybody! Trish couldn't understand just why Amy and Matt were so . . . overreacting! Hopefully JEFF wouldn't be so immature, she thought, this was the first time Jeff and Chris were meeting one another after she started to date the man. For some reason, Jeff didn't want to know who her new boyfriend was before tonight . . . was he STILL hooked up on her?

The song on the background changed as the DJ switched to a pop-song. A song which just confused Trish . . . she loved it SO much when it was released back in 1999 . . . but . . . the words . . . the lyrics . . . they sounded very uncomfortable.

"Hey! That's one of those 1999 songs! Nsync weren't they? Heh . . . too bad they broke up and all." Ricky commented.

Jeff smiled when he heard the music beat . . . he wasn't much of a pop-fan but he knew the song word-per-word. It was the old 'Makes me ill' song by Nsync from their 'No Strings Attached' album.

"I was hanging with the fellas, saw you with your new boyfriend he made me jealous. I was hoping I'd never see you with him, but I saw good cause I'm glad that I met em. Heh . . . cause now I know the competition's very slim and I'm and I can tell by looking he's not the one. He is not the type you said you like just tell us why close your bag c'mon girl let him go I want YOU back!"

"Follow me up, Hey girl, I want you. But I only hate him because I want YOU! (you can see I'm) Driven, (if ya) feel like, you without me aint right (ain't right).

(You can say I'm) Crazy, (if ya) Want to. (That's true) I'm crazy about YOU.

You can say I'm breakin down insiide (inside) to see you with another guuuy!"

Trish could feel Jericho's hands covering around her as HIS body continued to rock and dance . . . but she . . . couldn't. She couldn't dance and 'Bust a move' . . . those words . . . it made her to look rightwards to see Jeff sitting there . . . and for the first time after they broke up . . . she saw something different about him. She looked at his face and noticed that he hadn't shaved that morning nor the morning before . . . it wasn't because of Matt's condition . . . Jeff NEVER grew his beard like THAT before . . . not like some kind of drunken fat cop . . .

Jeff wasn't looking at Trish this time . . . he was sure she was looking at him so he glared to another direction and acted as though he wasn't listening to the lyrics. He looked away to another side . . . towards Shannon and his date . . . but the words kept on torturing through his mind.

"Girl I know that we broke up, but that doesn't mean you should give the cold shoulder! Cause you know that I really do adore ya. And that other guy cant do nothin for ya! (Nothin for ya).

Uh, see, I cant tell that you don't really LOVE that guy. Sotheresnoreasonforyoutogoandwaste your time. I think you know I love you more girl you gotta let him go, I love you more, just give him the boot!

Hey girl, I want you. But I only hate him because I want YOU! (you can see I'm) Driven, (if ya) feel like, you without me aint right (ain't right). (You can say I'm) Crazy, (if ya) Want to. (That's true) I'm crazy about YOU. You can say I'm breakin down insiide (inside) to see you with another guuuy!"

"Oh it makes me ill, to see you kill, love and attention at this will! You cannot imagine how it makes me feel! To see you with him! Oh it makes me ILL to see you KILL, love and attention at this WILL! You cannot imagine how it makes me feel, to see you with him! (oh whoa ohhh)"

"Hey babe," Jericho hummed against her ear, his body pressing against hers from behind, "You alright?"

"H-huh? Yeah . . . yeah! I'm having a blast!" Trish faked it.

"Great! I'm enjoying it if You are doll!" Trish could feel his hands covering over her breasts . . . she didn't fight against it . . . Chris still seemed SO sweet to her . . . how could a song make any difference?

"It makes me ill coz she used to be MY girl (used to be) My girll.(Used to be my girl) My girll. (Oh whoa ohh)."

Jeff Hardy stood up from the chair and started to leave. "Hey Rick, thanks for the drink I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna go out for a while k? I need some fresh air."

"Sure thing. Hey, if any of your friends show up what should I say?"

"Tell them . . ." The sentence wasn't finished when Jeff glanced at Trish and Jericho on the floor . . . they were making out . . . in old mouth-to-mouth manner. Hatred and envy summoned through Jeff's heart . . . it would've torn into two pieces but then again . . . it already was broken.

"—Tell them I'll be heading home."

The younger Hardy Boy slipped away from view as the song kept on chorusing through the loud speakers. 'Shannon can handle on his own . . . he knows the house. MATT trained him! He's smart. And Trish . . . well . . . Trish doesn't matter now does she?' Jeff asked that in his own mind as he exited through the door.

"Oh it makes me ill, to see you kill, love and attention at this will! You cannot imagine how it makes me feel! To see you with him! Oh it makes me ILL to see you KILL, love and attention at this WILL! You cannot imagine how it makes me feel, to see you with him! Oh it makes me ill, to see you kill, love and attention at this will! You cannot imagine how it makes me feel! To see you with him! Oh it makes me ILL to see you KILL, love and attention at this WILL! You cannot imagine how it makes me feel, to see you with him! (oh whoa ohhh)"

Trish Stratus released Chris Jericho's lip and stared out from across his shoulder to see Jeff Hardy leave . . . 'Does he STILL feel about me?' She found herself asking as the sudden uncomfortable music stopped, to switch into something more . . . up-to-date.

~ Amy Dumas's hotel room- St. Louis Missouri ~

Amy couldn't believe it, how COULD she? This wasn't right! She SHOULDN'T be doing this! This man was the SAME person who broke her Matty! But as hard as Lita tried to resist it . . . Batista was just too much to handle!

The bathroom incident earlier that night had been SO unforgiving and SO sexy . . . that even Lita couldn't let her conscious let her stay away from this and scream . . . she was now under the soft and warm comforter on her bed. A hand held her by her waist, and where there was supposed to be Matt sucking hotly against her right breast . . . there was Deacon Batista!

Amy had allowed this beast to successfully seduce her and let him take her by storm. They were making love in a very inappropriate manner . . .

Batista's mouth kept on sucking and pulling, licking and pushing her breast. His hands wrapped around her swayed waist and he held her very tightly so that the pressure on her womanhood could be even more sexual.

Amy tried very hard to resist, tried everything but she just couldn't stop this man from doing what he was doing. She felt his erect cock harden against her thigh, she felt her chest burning in fire when he forcefully moaned and furiously pulled the breast with his mouth, trying to suck it hard . . . very hard.

Lita cried out a moan of pleasure as she let the strong man manipulate her. She didn't care for anything now. They had been having sex inside her bed for over 2 hours now! It didn't matter to her what the world might think . . . she just had to finish this. She just had to fuck this man.

Her head jolted away when Batista slowly bit the end of her nipple . . . he then pulled one of his arms away from her waist and thunderously grasped her left breast with it! It was in his wildest and sexiest dreams that he fantasized him making love with Amy Dumas! And tonight that became true. What Batista loved even more was the fact that Lita wasn't resisting him! She was freely allowing him to have SEX with her!

Removing himself from that heavenly position, Deacon released Amy's chest at last and trailed his tongue in a wet sensation from her soft boob to the tight roughness of her cleavage and finally to her neck where he started kissing at a delight.

Amy could only moan to this as she cocked her head backwards. Letting the muscular man take advantage of her, she suspended her strong legs from the soapy water and wrapped her thighs around the coarse of his stomach. Causing a slight touch between her 'feminine-muscles' and his cocked penis! This made Batista just fly away from everything as he moved his mouth away from her neck and pushed his entire body to-hers and connected the two in a mouth-to-tongue kiss! Batista touched in every place possible for the rest of that night . . . he licked, sucked, kissed, fucked and even toyed with her nipple! Their sexual actions that night was completely inappropriate and Amy knew it. But still she sucked and squeezed his balls! Still she forced her breast inside his mouth! Still she allowed this man to lick the rose-hued tip of her bosom! How COULD she? During the action, it clearly didn't matter to her . . . she forgot who she truly cared about . . . she forgot for the one person she loved . . . she forgot about Matty . . .

(TBC)