A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay! I think I'll b updating every 2 days from now on . . . I dunno, even the 2-day period could delay! It all revolves around the schedule of mine . . . nywayz, so I'm glad tht u guys loved my story! Yeah, and a special thanks 2 xtremediva for informing me abt Batista's REAL real name! Lol. Dave . . . that reminds me of someone. Nywayz, so without further a dew-
PART 3
Jeff Hardy zipped up his black leather jacket to his chin . . . it was snowing tonight at North Carolina. But the cold weather was nothing compared to his cold and broken heart . . . the sight kept on repeating on his mind over and over again . . . the sight of seeing Trish grasped against CHRIS JERICHO of all person! This SAME Jericho was the guy who betrayed SO many girls before her! How can Trish even TRUST the jerk?!
A deep sigh escaped Jeff's nostrils; his eyes were still closed. 'WAKE UP Hardy!' he yelled at himself from inside, 'Stop daydreaming about Trish! She only moved ON with her life! You should too!'. But it wasn't easy! How can you just let go of the girl you love and try to make another relationship with somebody else? It just doesn't fit!
Putting a close to all of his thoughts towards the world, Jeff pulled out his car-keys from his pocket and pressed a button to unlock his Red-Porsche. The car was parked almost at the end of the long line of cars that were parked outside the building. Jeff's car, in particular, was near a alley just branching between two other night-clubs, but as the Hardy proceeded to enter his vehicle . . . he heard a voice that sounded threatening.
"Nice car . . . must've cost you a bundle for that eh?"
Hardy stopped at his tracks and twisted his head around, his teeth clenched. "What do you want?" He said to the stranger, rather grimly.
"Oh nothin' against your car boy . . . its just that . . . a guy came to us about a couple o hours ago and gave us this . . . task to complete with you." The stranger walked forward out of the darkened alley to reveal his face as a biker . . . no one Jeff ever knew . . . but he could take a hint - the Biker was there courtesy of Y2J.
"Good," Jeff said, "But I'm busy now . . . don't have times to play games."
"Hmm, funny thing you should say. Normally our play-mates would say something stupid like 'Who sent you?' or 'What kind offa task?' or that old classic dumb- 'Us?' as a plural sentence." The gloved man smiled under his black sunglasses and almost looked identical to that of the Undertaker. But Jeff knew better, he was NO Undertaker from the WWE . . . he was a guy -or gang- to take out the good-guys.
The sound of 4 other motorcycles roared from the alley as the voices of maybe 13 other men laughed from inside its darkness.
The people inside the clubs couldn't hear anything happening outside because of their extreme tone of songs, and at this late at night . . . no body was supposed to come out anyway. Jeff knew he was alone now . . . alone against a herd of hungry wolves.
"Y'know what Hardy?" explained the biker-man as other members of his gang started appearing from the side of the buildings and from inside the alley, "Y'know, we get paid every now-and-then to beat the living hell out ah other people . . . but it JUST doesn't get fun these days anymore. You get . . . kids messin around who needs spankin, you get stupid bank-people who never learns to pay their debts, and you get stinkin lawers who never EVER learns to do their job the right way! But those all are just a bunch of normal guys who doesn't even give a shit about fightin' back . . ." The members were starting to surround Jeff, he KNEW he was gonna be in danger . . . but he wasn't just gonna run. He would face these SOBS if the last bone in his body would break . . . he needed something to unleash his anger on and there they were. The leader of the gang continued, "But YOU on the other hand Hardy Boy . . . are a wrestler arent ya?"
"Yeah?" Jeff replied as he shut closed his car door. "So?"
"So . . ." The man started coming closer, started emerging from the shadows completely, "That means me n mah boys r gonna get some fun tonight! Right boys?"
The entire lurking figures shouted out Steve Austin's catch phrase 'HELL YEAH!' as a smile tugged upon the leader's face.
"Oh please," Jeff smirked, lowring himself from his fighting-stance, "you guys are just a bunch of copy-phrasin' assholes! 'Hell Yeah'? Is that the BEST wrestler impression you can come up with?! Please!"
"Hah, well, well. Looks like the Hardy-Boy is really asking for a fight then huh?"
"That is . . . unless you guys are chickening out!"
The smile on the leader's face grew to a complete grin as he indicated the start of a battle with their own phrase, "Well boys? Let the fuckin beating begin!!!!"
A guy with a baseball bat swung his weapon from Jeff's left with a scream of rage. Jeff saw the guy coming ages ago and blocked HIS hand with his forearm and smacked a fist to the guy's gut, shoving him away. Thankfully Hardy had gotten a grip of the weapon and used it to crack the skull of the enemy coming from the back. He swung the weapon 360 degrees to twist his body again and smack the bat on the same enemy's temple a second time! Knocking him unconscious for sure, but Jeff didn't stop there! The thrid and forth member who were coming from the front and 2 more coming from the back were just perfect for a combo-maneuver. Hardy slammed the tip of the baseball bat to the chin of the third member then dropped it straight on the ground and balanced himself ON it to smash his boots to the faces of the incoming 5th and 6th members from behind. They fell hard, but he huge number-game soon caught up as the 4th member swung a steel-pipe to the gut of Jeff while he was on midair!!!
The hard swing connected with the ribs of Jeff Hardy and it felt as if they were broken into powder! Jeff lost control and fell on his knees, the hard slam that his knee-cap felt against the not-at-all-soft snow took its effect, but the ribs were far more painful. It seemed in slow-motion to the Hardy as he fell and grasped his chest in pain . . . the SAME pain he hadn't felt for 2 whole months were coming back . . . this was FAR more dangerous than any in-ring bout.
The guy with the pipe raised his foot and squashed it against Jeff's face to forcefully make him fall on the ground . . . flat against his back as the 13 other gang members started pouring in on him!
The last view Jeff saw before the horrific punishment was the white snow falling from the sky . . .
The gang had taken him down and the beating had begun . . .
~ Elsewhere ~
Shannon Moore and his date Veronica Ross were just exiting the club after saying goodbye to Trish and Chris . . . that's when the old MFer saw in horror as a group of 13 men were pounding Jeff Hardy!
"Hey! HeY!" He screamed as he started running towards his mentor's brother.
"Shannon wait! We should call the guards from inside!" Shannon's date yelled as she pulled the boy by his arm.
"Good idea! You go inform them while I try to save Jeff!" They were a bit away from the action so the members didn't hear the former MFer's discussion. They kept on hitting Jeff in the weakest of places in a human body. Slamming those spots with all sorts of non-lethal weapon as Jeff kept on grunting with pain every time a blow was struck . . . and he had to do that quiet often.
"Hey!" This time, Shannon Moore's voice was more audible as he started running towards the group.
One of them whispered to the other, "We can take this kid! We'll crumb both of em!"
"No!" A third one blurted, "Jericho told us to take care of Hardy only! Only to send him a message! We did our part now lets get outta here!"
"HeY! What the hell?!" Shannon screamed as he came closer, there were 2 security officers racing behind him.
"Oh GEEZ!" A forth guy- the one with the pipe yelled, "They got the security-guys!" "Spread out!" Upon the call of the leader of the gang, the group of 13 ran different directions and left the battered body of Jeff Hardy lying on the street . . . whimpering against his car.
"Jeff! Jeff!" Shannon raced to his trainer's side, "Jeff Hardy! Dude you alright?! Talk to me damn it!" . . . but all he got were moans . . . "Shann . . ."
"Yeah? Yeah? who were they? Where did they come from?!"
"Whii . . . ttt. . . too . . . jj . . . jay!"
"What?" Clearly Jeff was trying to tell him something but the pain prevented him from doing so . . .
"We should call 911, the man needs medical attention FAST!" One of the officers . . . a tall black man, confirmed as he started dialing the number on his cell-phone . . .
~ Matt Hardy's room, 5:30 AM ~
The Hardy-Resident was a house bought by both Matt and Jeff's funding, the two wrestler brothers bought their own place during their historical tag-team moments in the WWE -back then known as the WWF. Although they bought the house together, it seemed very rare that the two Hardy Boys ever spend much of their time together as a family because of their schedules. But for the last 2 months, all of this had changed. The general manager Eric Bischoff suspended off Jeff from Raw and Matt had gotten injured very badly for 4 months straight! Of course, Matt's career has gone through ups and downs just like Jeff in the past 4 months. When he was on Smackdown during the short 'Unleashed' month (Read THAT story for more details), Matt was going through a tough time with Brock Lesner. Lesner and Hardy had quite a rivalry then, but after a brutal cage match on the 4th week of Smackdown, Matt Hardy injured his neck very severely. His spinal cord could have almost torn into two! But thank god that it didn't happen, Matt had taken some time off from work during those days. He HAD to! He wasn't physically ready to wrestle again! But then, the controversy about Matt's contract started, the General Manager of Smackdown, Stephanie McMahon, was fired from her job by Mr. McMahon -her father. The Owner of the WWE had then assigned a new GM- Paul Heyman! And the relationship between Heyman and Lesner had created history on the WWE books, he was on good terms with the Champion Lesner and in doing so, he saw the threat that was Matt if he was ever to return on Smackdown. Matt could have wrestled his way to the top and could have gained a Championship match with Lesner . . . and both him and Paul knew that Hardy could defeat him! The new GM fired Matt Hardy from the Smackdown roster indefinitely!
And in his weakened state, Matt had nothing to do. Hardy was jobless, he couldn't walk, it was a very crippled time for the young wrestler. It was a very crippled time for Team Xtreme! Both of the brothers were jobless and Jeff had broken his relationship with Trish Stratus during this period. Even today, Matt doesn't know how he could have survived those times if it hadn't been for Amy. Amy was very supportive and Matt knew that it was HER encouragement that made him stay focused. It was Amy Dumas's faith in him that stopped Matt from giving up life. After a week without work and complete vacation time with Amy, Matt was very surprised when the Raw Co-General Manager Steve Austin called him. Austin had a proposal that he wanted Matt to come back on Raw instead of looking for an opening on Smackdown! Upon that call, Matt Hardy KNEW what he needed to do! Raw was the best way to cure everything, if he went to Raw then his career would be back on track, he would have the chance to work with Jeff when he returned and the best and important of all-Matt could be closer to Amy! What could be more important than that?
Hardy signed the contract and his re-appearance on Raw was scheduled to be on the day after Survivor Series. And just like that, life was suddenly back in track . . . even though Austin had to quit his post as the GM as well! But that was another story.
But one other thing that Stone Cold Steve Austin added before his forced retirement as the Co-GM, Austin had brought back the memorable Hardcore Title! And had placed a match to determine the champion and the winner of THAT match would not only be crowned as the new Hardcore champ, but would also go to Armageddon's Elimination Chamber match for the Heavyweight Title! The fighters in the Battle Royal Hardcore title match were Matt himself, Deacon Batista from Evolution, Kevin Nash, Rob Van Dam, Test and Y2J Chris Jericho.
The outcome of the match was insane as Matt Hardy eliminated Y2J and Test, while RVD had dealt with Kevin Nash but ultimately got eliminated by Batista! The survivors were Matt and Batista, and after a Twist of Fate from the top turnbuckle, Matt picked up the victory! He was crowned as the NEW Hardcore Champion and had a chance to win the Heavyweight Title at Armageddon! Of course, then it had started. Batista and the rest of Evolution had tried aimlessly to beat up Matt and take his hardcore title, they were failed in their tasks but Matt had injured himself again! For the rest of the 3 weeks Matt wasn't given the chance to cure his already bad neck and was attacked more than 8 times! Each time the attack being more brutal than the last. And at the night of Armageddon at the Elimination Chamber match, Matt was AGAIN attacked by Batista and Randy Orton but this time their goal was to injure Matt only . . . not take his title. Matt was weakened in health and hadnt the might to enter the Chamber, but he did so. He wouldn't let Evolution take his one chance to grab the Heavyweight gold! But once he entered, the coin toss resulted MATT being the first to fight in the chamber . . . his opponents were Kane, Bill Goldberg, Shawn Michaels, Triple H and the then Heavyweight Champion -The Rock.
Of course, Matt didn't survive until Triple H OR the Rock would enter the fray, he was taken out WAY before that at the hands of Kane and Goldberg! For some reason, these two monsters were hungered to attack and probably KILL Matt Hardy! Thank fully HBK entered and tried saving him but a Spear from Goldberg and the menacing Tomb Stone Piledriver by Kane on the solid steel was enough for Matt to faint away for more than 24 hours! He got eliminated.
And all of this . . . punishment on the steel, had just happened yesterday! But Matt was a quick healer, received the permission to go home and rest for the week . . . the doctors found it possible that his injuries would heal once he was in full bed-rest for a whole week or so.
Now, as the Hardy Boy lay on his bed in a cold night like this, for some reason he couldn't sleep . . . as if, he FELT something was wrong on the outside world . . . mostly he was concerned about Amy's health, as she was miles away. Alone in her hotel room . . . he thought.
The thoughts of various memories raced through Matt's mind as he stared at the ceiling above him . . . he knew he could walk, he knew he had the courage to even show up on Raw tonight. But his people prevented that from happening. God! How much he wanted Amy to be next to him right now! She was probably sleeping at this late at night . . . or dawn.
Matt slowly moved his head to see the digital clock resting on the side-table, the time read 5:37 AM. And he just KNEW something was wrong outside . . . that there was some kind of terrible-deed taking place and he couldn't do shit about it. Both Jeff and Shannon were out at a club with Trish, Jericho of all people, and a girl Shannon's been going out with ever since he came over to NC.
'What could be wrong? Nothing could be wrong . . . if there WAS something bad happening somebody would give me a . . .'
RRRrrrring, Rrrring!
To Matt's surprise, his thought was answered when his mobile phone vibrated on the side-table.
"What the . . .?" Matt jumped when he heard the ring, in his mind he didn't know how many times he kept on praying 'Please let Amy be safe, please let Amy be safe!'
Hardy slowly reached out to grab his phone and looked at the caller-id on the cellular to see Jeff's name appearing.
"Hello?" he clicked in to talk.
"Matt Hardy! Its me Shannon!" The jumpy voice on the other end gasped.
"Shannon? What the hell happened?!" Matt literally screamed.
"Look Matt, I'm SORRY to wake you up in this condition at the middle of the night but-"
"Shannon, just cut the crap and tell me what happened?!"
"Matt! I . . . uh . . ."
"What?!"
"Matt, listen, I was coming out of the club with Ronnie when all of the sudden I saw about 10 or 15 guys beating IN on Jeff on the street!"
"What?"
"Yes! I brought some guards from the club with me and cleared the punks away . . . I think they were bikers or something!"
"Shannon, there isn't any biker-gangs in the North Carolina area! But that doesn't matter, how is Jeff doing NOW?!"
"Matt . . . I . . ."
"IS HE ALRIGHT?!" The older brother screamed as loud as he could. His little brother . . . his kid bro . . . NOTHING could happen to him! Nothing could happen to Jeff! "Shannon Moore, ANSWER me! IS Jeff ALRIGHT?!"
"Yea . . .yeah! Jeff's all right Matt, but he is VERY badly wounded! The doctors said that there is nothing to worry about and that his body has seen worse cases . . . but he won't be able to get back to his senses until the next 72 hours!"
" . . . All right . . . hold that thought. Where are you now? Which hospital?!"
"It's . . . I dunno . . . the 911 people brought us here . . . I don't know which one . . ."
"SHANNON! Damn it, is anyone with you there?"
"Yeah, Ronnie, Trish and Chris Jericho are here . . ."
"All right . . . get a move on and atleast ASK someone which hospital you are in! Damn it."
"Okay . . . okay just a sec."
Matt Hardy slowly exited the bed and started to stand up to his feet . . . he needed to be near his brother now . . . screw what he doctors said.
"Hello? Matt? It's me Trish,"
"Yeah, Trish, which hospital are you in now?"
"Yeah, we're at the NC Hospital! The government one."
"Good, I'll be over there in 20 minutes."
"Wait a minute! Arent you supposed to stay in bed for a week?!"
"TRISH! My little brother is injured!!! I'm coming down there with a cab or something. Bye." And just like that, Matt closed his cellular phone and placed it on the side-table . . . 'Jeff . . .' he mentally prayed, 'Don't give UP on me man . . .'
~ Amy Dumas's hotel room- 6:00AM ~
The ray of dawn misted through the closed windows, but created light enough to see everything clear. David Batista stared down at the body before him . . . Amy was sleeping next to him in her bed, the comforter covered her structure but Batista knew very well what was underneath that. A sick smile grew against his lips, he had sex with the WWE Woman's Champion! He had sex with the hottest diva in the WWE and his manhood had traveled in MORE than just a kiss . . . he did some things that he thought never possible!
Batista let out a sigh of pure pleasure and slowly -very slowly, started to pull the comforter off from Amy's chest . . .
Dave had gotten up from bed about 20 minutes ago, and although he still had a violent plan to get in there and sleep with the diva . . . he had ONE more thing left to do before the night could end.
Slipping the comforter just beneath her large bosoms, Batista soundlessly climbed inside it. Then, as he breasted Amy's chest with his so that the two seemed to be coupling, Dave widened his arm and suspended a camera high above the two's bodies. With a simple click, the Evolution member took the photo of himself and Amy Lita Dumas being naked and inside the same bed . . . something he had plans for in the near future.
The man then went in and took some more pictures of the two together, confirming first that Amy was fast asleep . . . and all of the photos had her breasts exposed!
~ North Carolina Hospital - 6:00AM~
The rush was slow that morning, the heat hadn't come up yet. Trish Stratus, Chris Jericho, Shannon Moore and Veronica Ross had the waiting room all for themselves.
Jeff's doctor came out about 15 minutes ago and told the gang that he was doing fine . . . just needed some rest and some pain killers and he would be alright in 3 days.
Matt hadn't showed up yet, and Trish pleaded the doctor to let her see him. The doc said that they would be allowed to talk with him . . . but shouldn't disturb or take any attempts to wake the wrestler up.
"It's alright doctor, I just . . . need to see him." Trish said, her voice threatening to break into pieces.
"Okay . . . I guess you can go . . ."
"I know the room, thanks." Trish left inside to see her ex-boyfriend, and the doctor left in another direction to go about his duties.
"So? What did Hardy say?" Y2J asked with a rather concerned voice, his question was directed to Shannon Moore who was eating a candy bar while his date napped on her chair.
"Which one?" Shannon asked, looking up towards the fellow-blonde.
"Matt! The guy who you do chores for!" Even though it was an exclamation, Jericho's volume was controlled.
"First off, I'm NOT Matt's lackey. I'm was his student! And second, he said he was coming over in 20 minutes."
Chris nodded, "Good . . . good for you."
That last word made the MFer raise his eyebrow, but he stopped before Jericho could taunt something like 'Don't act like The Rock towards ME jackass.' The next couple of minutes ended in pure silence . . .
After some time, Trish came back to the room where the gang was waiting. "Well?" Chris asked, jumping to his feet as if he was concerned for Jeff's health.
Trish sighed, "He's fine . . . sleeping. Shannon . . . do you know who did this to him?"
Moore got up from his seat, "No Miss Stratus . . . I just saw some guys beating Jeff . . . bikers I think."
"Bikers?!" Jericho shouted, grabbing both of their attention.
"Yeah . . . bikers. Why?" Shannon asked rather curiously . . .
"I KNOW a biker gang who always beats up people for money! Oh god . . . poor Hardy . . . who could DO this? Trish . . ." He turned to face the diva, "Can I go in and see him?"
"Well you could-"
"It's family only Jericho," a forth voice was heard, startling everybody.
"Matt! What took you so long?" The MFer was the first to ask.
"Long road . . . how's Jeff?" Said the older Hardy.
"He's doing good, the doctor said not to worry and that he just needs some sleep . . ." Explained Stratus.
"Well, I was gonna go in . . . unless you want to go and see your lil' bro first?"
"Chris . . . its family ONLY . . . you are not family." Matt said rather grimly . . . he didn't trust Jericho . . . no body did.
"Wait a minute! Trish went in! Jeff's a very good friend of mine and I'm sure he'll be glad to hear from me."
"Trish is family . . . and like I said . . . YOU are not family . . . can I go inside?"
"Yeah . . . ah . . . sure." Trish answered . . . Jericho was stunned.
~ Amy's Hotel Room ~
Miles away back at Amy Dumas's hotel room in St. Louis Missouri, Amy now sat on her bed . . . and next to her was the form of Dave Batista sleeping.
"Oh . . . god . . ." She slowly whispered as the events of last night came to her mind . . .
"What have I done?" Amy cried softly. She didn't care about sitting their clothe less with Batista now . . . not after what she did last night . . . which was even MORE unforgivable.
Amy covered her face with her palms as she sobbed out the words . . . "I'm sorry Matt . . . I'm sorry."
(TBC)