A/N- Thanks Ducky, Kate and Nina for the reviews AND the 5-days! So from now on I'll b updating every 5 days! Thank u! : ) I am a happy boy. SO did u guys have a good Christmas? Hope so, see I care for the readers! Lol. J/king. Nywho, hey did ny of u watched the last episode of Raw? I kinda missed tht and I cant find any updates on the websites! just one question (u don't have to tell me the whole raw story!) DID MATT AND LITA GET BACK TOGETHER????!!!!! Lol. Guess not. Damn I wish they wud. LOL, I think last week was the Raw recap of 2003? That's wat they did on Smackdown, but I just cant confirm myself. Nyway I must b boring u guys with my stupid rants. Here's chapter 9 of Loving you Raw! Oh and this is kinda big so if u want to save it to ure word-files or watever than u better get starting! And Ducky, yeah listen, I know I promised that ur terrific plot-idea was to happen on this chapter but . . . sorry babe, the scheduling didn't fit. I'm aiming for the chapter AFTER the next (becoz on tht 1, it'll consist of an actual Raw episode. This way Y2J, Batista, Evolution, Matt/Lita every1 will b in the same place and on TV! So thts my plan hope ya don't mind?)
Chapter 9
Trish Stratus felt like her heart exploding with emotions, mixed emotions, as she was resting in the arms of the man she felt she loved.
"Trish . . ." Chris Jericho's voice broke the sudden 3-minute silence, he slowly pushed the blonde diva from his chest. "You haven't answered to my question yet." He said softly, trying to keep her positive.
"Will you marry me Trish Stratus? Will you please be my bride?"
But she couldn't control her tears, she kept on sobbing, if Chris wasn't holding her Trish was sure she was gonna shake. "I . . ." her voice torn apart, she said those words in gasps and pants, trying to keep herself stable somehow . . . someway. "I . . ."
"Please?" She heard him begging, begging for a reasonable answer. But what COULD Trish respond? She wasn't even sure of him now . . . she lost a bit of his trust last night . . . she needed to know him better. She needed to know him a little more.
That was it.
She needed more time.
It took Stratus an entire minute to calm herself down, to control her feelings for this simple answer. "Chris . . . I . . ." She moved away from his sanctuary. "I need more time."
Damn He cursed, "Why Trish? WHY do you need more time? we are perfect for each other! I . . . I need you." He pleaded.
"Chris . . . I just . . . want . . . to know you better." She said, "I want to know the real you . . . I want to understand you better. I . . . I felt this after . . ."
"After what?!"
"After . . . last night. At the hospital."
"Trish I . . . I don't understand."
"Exactly! That IS our problem! We need to understand each other . . . we need to . . ."
"We need to what? Trish I cant exist without you! I need you!"
"We need to . . ." Her heart was thumping, she just couldn't say the words. She just couldn't mentally prepare herself for it.
"Oh GOD Trish PLEEASE tell me!"
"Ithinkweneedto LIVE together Chris! I think that is the only way we can know who we really are."
Jericho was in shock . . . she didn't accept his proposal but . . . his plan was going the right direction. A smile, or a grin, spread across his lips.
"Oh GOD Stratus I love you!" He laughed and pushed his body towards her, he pulled her by the waist and drew her to his mouth, verbally enjoying her taste, enjoying the way Trish continued the kiss with her arm around his neck. But even though Trish proposed the request of sharing a same room, her heart was somehow having second thoughts about this man . . . why couldn't she trust him the way she did? And why was her heart pulling to see Jeff at a time like this? At time when she was kissing Chris Jericho?
~ Up stairs ~
Back inside the shower, the heavy smoke that had engulfed Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas wasn't yet removed from the tub as the curtains had kept it inside. Giving them a hot atmosphere over the dim-lighted room.
Matt could hear her groan with the antithesis of anxiety, deepening and consuming his kiss. Their bodies were glued in to the other's, the softness of her large breasts having to cream against the rock hardness of his equally sweaty chest. Orgasm took place more than once over the course of the last 20-minutes inside the tub. The intimacy of their embrace had washed out any other thoughts of guilt in Amy's mind, she was just happy she was doing this with Matt now.
Their bodies were wet, the sweat that was forming in every squeeze was being washed away by the raining shower of water, and the kiss they were sharing had evolved from a brush-up to this sexual enhancement. And the way Matt had climaxed her that morning, Amy knew that this was pure love taking place. She was literally sitting on top of his rock-harden cock as it was situated unbelievably under her mound, through the moistness of him; Amy felt Matt's strong-nipples against her cleavage. Her own bosoms were erotically ample and its tips the same as Matt's. Of course, this was actually the continuation of their hardened-sexual-organs; the hardening took place a long time ago.
Scooping her tongue with his, Matt kept on lowering himself to the depths of her mouth, not caring about his injured neck as the taste of his woman was enough to risk it. His hands were bracing at her long torso, connecting and dismissing any known air between their chests, yet again no air HAVE been moving between their bare top, as there was no space from a long time ago.
Finally breaking up the long and memorable kiss, it was Amy who pushed away, but kept him close to her mouth as it gasped out air the same way as his. "Hey," She panted, smiling yet with closed eyes, "You'll hurt your neck Matthew." Amy's words purred against his lips, no matter how much sexuality Amy wanted she still cared for Matt's health. She didn't want him to hurt his neck. Not his injured neck.
"I'd risk ANYTHING for you," He breathed back but didn't go with the kiss again, instead they stood there in each other's arms, letting the water soak away their already wet naked bodies.
Breaths, pants and delighted sighs scooted through their mouths, Amy Catherine Dumas knew just how lucky she was to have this man. For today, just today she didn't want to think about any other thing, for just one day Amy wished she could only forget about Batista and go on with Matty, she would today, she challenged herself she would dedicate her entire mind and body to this man tonight. Party or not, the burning of pain for the unforgettable crime she committed was torturing her, but despite that feeling Amy was still scared about Matt. She feared he would break into pieces if he were to learn the truth.
'Not tonight' Amy spoke to herself, 'I wont let anything hurt you tonight . . . not even me Matty.'
And at the exact moment as Amy was caressed in the arms of Matt Hardy, even the boyfriend's mind cherished the fact of her being with him and nobody else in this entire universe.
Amy's neck was rested on Matt's shoulder, giving her the feeling of complete romance as their heart beat in a pounding tone as one.
"I love you Catherine Dumas," He sighed against her neck, his mouth was buried in the shampooed hair on her shoulders.
And she knew just how much he meant it, the soft kiss he gifted her on the side of her neck made her to feel as if every blood-cell in her veins burned with ecstasy. She loved it.
"I love you moore Matthew Moore," Amy moaned onto him.
Without opening her hazel eyes, Lita kissed the side of Matt's cheek, in the tender flesh below his left ear. Causing him to shiver and smile in cold, she knew very well how ticklish that area was for him. The only place that made him tickle.
Smiling at this, Amy kissed it again, he shivered once more.
"Heey . . ." She heard him whine as he drew her from his shoulder, retrieving her in a way so they could once again meet eye-to-eye. His hands never left its original location around her curved waist as did her breasts now released from being folded across his chest, but still staying attached to it.
"What?" She smiled at him, enjoying both the warmness of his body against her and the water from above. AND the fact that he was now looking deep into her eyes, gazing with love, desire and passion.
"That tickles," He spoke with a faint smile and a clear voice,
"I know that." Her voice rather sighed, breathing hotly at his neck, but smiling yet another time when he gently pushed her away from it. She looked up to see him watching her again.
She looked so beautiful, the way her damped hair splattered across her gorgeous face, barely hiding the shining hazel eyes that peeked through them. Water poured down to her hair, trailing down to her face and dripping at the pointed end of her chin. The same flow of the rain traveled to wash over her sensitive spot of her neck, down her glistening breastbone and dripping at her taut nipple from her ample bosom. The same drops trailed down to her flat belly and the button there, highlighting the sides of her rounded waist.
But stopping just at that spot because of his crotch, the rest below was consumed by his strong-ness.
She looked sexy . . . very god damned sexy.
"What?" Her soft, yet awarding, voice drove him out of the exoticness of her sexy structure.
Retrieving his thoughts, Matt whispered out the words "Nothing," continuing to smile down at her. "You look so beautiful." He said. Forcing her to giggle against him. "Thank you." She hummed to him, and replaced the strands of hair that was in his face with her hand.
"And . . ." He continued after the strand of black hair was removed from his eye, "You look sexy. VERY sexy."
"Well . . ." Amy's tone changed this time, she purred like a feline before smooching at the broadness of Matt's muscles, "I AM yours Matty . . . all yours." 'I don't want to be Batista's . . . JUST yours Matty . . .' "Only yours."
Before she could reach once again to his erected penis, Matt pushed himself front-wards and corrected the shower to now spray across the end of the tub, near the last white rim.
"Just like I am yours," He hushed at her earlobe, just teasing it momentarily before he back traced to where the shower was now raining, pulling a still smiling Lita with him.
Once back into the warmth of the hot water, Matt bent to his knees, leveling himself to her heaving chest.
"Careful!" He heard her shout knowing Amy meant his neck, but he simply responded with a "Shh," He whispered, "I know what I'm doing." He had done it multiple times that morning.
"You'll hurt your neck!" She laughed as he retook his place around her spine with his hand and squashed himself into her huge, tender puppies. (Taken from the words of Jerry the King Lawler -_-)
"I told you before Amez," He murmured before looking up the heavenly body of Amy Dumas to see her sparkling face staring down from above. "I would risk ANYTHING for you." Without missing a beat, Matt continued to suckle at her boob.
"Even in our sex-life?" She giggled both at his words and the sensation he reformed at her breasts. The 15th time that morning alone, but it still felt good.
"I was talking ABOUT our sex-life." He joked from inside of her, causing her to laugh hard again when he ensnared one taut, rose-hued nipple with his lips, flicking his tongue over its pebbly hardness. She tasted like the spring mist rising off a field of wildflowers.
She kissed his forehead, his brow, his eyes as he cupped her breast in one hand and suckled the other, her swelling chest rising to fill his mouth further with her satiny bosom. Tracing spirals, he abraded her other engorged bud with his callused fingers, then trailed down to the hollow below her breast towards the flat of her stomach, sending tingles through Lita's middle at his touch. Instinctively his hand lowered to rub across her belly, circle her navel, cupping his hand over her mound; he slipped several fingers into her warm opening. Massaging as she gasped with pleasure the 3rd time that morning. Her fingers scratched at his hair, pulling and grasping a handful as he continued the extraordinary therapy of her body. Amy knew too well that she was once again going to experience another mind-shattering yet delicious sexual climax with the man she gave her soul to. And it wasn't Batista, it will never again be Batista. Just . . . Matthew Moore Hardy.
~ Kitchen ~
And although Matt and Amy were still busy inside the bathroom, downstairs against he sink of the kitchen, Jericho's hands were physically touching Trish Stratus. His palms were grasping the full roundness of her extra-large bosoms from inside her white blouse. Squeezing them to the intense position as his tongue sliced hers, Chris was enjoying this more than Trish herself did. The sand-brown shirt she had on was helplessly thrown at a chair a long time ago. All she was wearing was the white blouse that was half-lifted by Chris's hand and an orange elastic bra, to which Jericho was trying to unhook as the kiss he shoved in continued.
But before his fingers could loosen the strapped bikini, the bleeping alarm of the microwave disturbed him. Saving Trish from Y2J's strong grip. Breaking the kiss, Trish moved away from him "AH . . . breakfast?" She asked, quickly maneuvering towards the microwave and parting away from him. 'What is wrong with me?' she must've been wondering.
Stratus tried her best to act normal for the rest of the 5 minutes as she pulled out the waffles she baked and placed them on 4 presented plates.
Jericho heaved a sigh and knew that he wouldn't get a piece of her that morning, not until the actual party starts at least. He respectively ate the waffles and made positive remarks about it.
"Guys," Trish yelled up the stairs outside the kitchen, which was the path towards Matt's room. "Breakfast is ready! Sorry it took so long! Get down 'kay?"
~ Upstairs ~
"GUYS!" The current suckling AMY was enjoying broke when she heard the loud voice of her best friend screaming. "Ah . . . COMING!" She yelled back, her eyebrows showing her disappointment as Matt was still working on her upper body. She sighed.
"You know she can't hear you right?" Matt got up from his sitting position and turned off the shower.
"Yeah . . . oh sweety I SO wished we could do this longer!"
"Hey it's alright." Said he, pecking at her cheek and reopening the curtain for them to get out. The smoke racing out of the shielded tubm "We can do it later right?" He devilishly grinned. Regaining a cat-like-chuckle from her as they exited the tub together to proceed on with a busy day, the last day of 2003.
~ Kitchen ~
As Chris Jericho muffled up another piece of his meal, the thoughts of him living together with Trish just couldn't leave his subconscious. Indeed he won the girl . . . he won, thought Chris. But celebrating before achieving is a very irresponsible act and Chris Jericho just might learn this lesson the hard way.
Trish was still in the living room that skimmed out of the moderate-large kitchen, she was going on about something on the sofa or something.
Everything was going exactly how Jericho planned . . . well almost exactly, the plan was to engage with Trish but living with her was even better. "A 120 over 100," Jericho scaled, snickering to himself. The smile just couldn't wipe out from his face, but then he heard a knock coming from the backdoor located east from where he was sitting. Looking to the side, there was an old man, maybe in his late mid 70s, knocking at the door. With a large carry-on bag that was normally used on small trips. "Who the hell?"
"Hey! Matt! Amy! Open up its me!" The man shouted. Jericho was completely confused.
He opened the door and greeted the man, "Yes?" the wrestler asked, still not knowing whom he welcomed.
"Where's Jeff?" The man demanded, shoving himself inside and ignoring the short 'ah's from Chris.
"Matt! Jeff! Where are you two?"
Trish ran in and quickly recognized the person, a smile burst through her lips at the sight of him. "Mr. Hardy!" She ran to him and hugged the older man who simply hugged back. "Heyy! How are ya doing?" He seemed like her dad or uncle. "Great! Matt didn't tell me you were coming TODAY," She said. Chris just stood at the door. Closing it to prevent any snow entering in the warm kitchen. His brows were still sort of narrowed.
"Ah, well I thought I'd surprise ya! Ha, ha, ha." He laughed, Trish chuckled. But remembered about Jericho, "Oh yeah, please forgive my manners. Mr. Hardy this is Chris—" But she was cut off because of him. "Jericho! I know you, saw you in Raw a couple of times."
By now Chris some what understood the relationship, this must have been the Hardy's father. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hardy." Jericho shook his hand briefly, but cursing at the words 'couple of times' 'Yeah right' He mumbled inside of him, 'I was the first Undisputed Champion you S.O.B!'
"Yeah,"
"And Chris, this is Matt and Jeff's dad!" Trish confirmed. But it only resulted a very cheesy smile from the mouth of Chris Irvine; he snaked "Swweelll." For some reason he thought of the elder Hardy as another one of his roadblocks. What if the old man looked upon Trish as a daughter-in-law?! That could just ruin his plans . . . all of it.
~ Matt's bedroom ~
After coming out of the 'shower' they took, Matt and Amy were getting dressed when they heard Trish's laughter from downstairs. The loud giggle stopped them for a complete 5 seconds.
"All right," Matt said, holding his unbuttoned pair of black-leather pants as his upper body-muscles were clearly in view. "Exactly with WHOM is your bestfriend giggling?"
"I dunno it's YOUR house!" Amy sarcastically responded, zipping up her dark-blue jeans, decently she had her grass-green bra on. "I think I heard someone ringing the bell a while ago . . ." she continued as the dressing proceeded. "Must be Shannon?"
"Or better yet . . ." Matt spoke, his voice started to darken a bit. "It could be Jericho."
Amy sighed as she pulled on a striped-white shirt and closed the last button, a towel was still sitting on top of her head, using to soak in the water from her hair. "Look . . . Matty—"
"I just don't trust the guy Amez . . . I . . . I told you what Jeff said about him right? What if he's correct? WHAT if Chris Jericho Irvine is the man who paid those thugs to beat up on Jeff?" He explained his feelings to her, Matt strapped on his favorite black United Colors of Beniton T-shirt while Amy released her breath-taking red hair from its wet prison.
"Look," She said, sitting on the dressing table that Matt had specially prepared for her, it contained every branch of item she needed, her favorite perfumes, hair colors, everything. "Jericho can't be trusted and I know that Matt but . . ." Her hazel eyes looked up at him as he sprayed cologne, "But you still need to put up with him. We are not SURE that HE'S the guy who did this to Jeff. We still need to prove it, we still need evidences."
"Yeah but think it from MY point of view for a sec, the guy disrespects me whenever he can, he doesn't like Jeff, he LIES. And for God's sakes Amy he powerbombed you a month ago! I . . . I just can't put up with him! He deserves to be beaten and be in the same state as Jeff is! NOT getting along with an innocent girl like Trish. And definitely NOT in MY house."
Lita could only sigh, there was too much truth in his words, Trish deserved more than the like of Jericho. She deserved to be with Jeff, but for some stupid reason her best friend was never listening to what Amy was saying! She tried thousands of times to convince Trish to get back with Jeff but the blonde never listened, she never understood.
Standing up from the chair to be nose-to-nose with Matt's face, Amy heaved out, "Well, you may be right, but still . . . we don't even KNOW its Chris downstairs!", his breath felt icy, very man-like and the way he smelled just turned Amy on . . . she loved this cologne, she loved this man. Amy surrounded Matt's neck once again with her arms.
"Well," Matt sighed, "He better not be." and accepted the small kiss she presented, just smacking off each other's lips. She smiled and sat back at the chair next to the dressing table.
"By the way," Amy structured, padding a bit of powder in her cheeks, "I love that cologne."
"It's your favorite." He countered, stealing another smile and a kiss from his girlfriend before going back to brush his long black hair.
"Hey I'll be down in a minute 'kay? I'm just gonna put on some make-up and then, we'll go and get Mason back from the Stevens alright hun?"
"Thank yoou," Matt cued like a 10-year-old, Amy responded "I drive."
"Aww c'mon! I wanna drive!"
"Not until your neck gets better young man."
"It IS better!" Shouted he, "See I can do this!" motioning his head towards her, Matt dove in her cleavege-point and started licking it with his tongue. Forcing her to giggle as she quickly drew him away. "Okay, OKAY I get it! Ha, hah, but I'm still driving!"
"You might break a nail! I don't want you to break your sweet lil nails." Matt started to kiss softly on each of the tips of her fingers on her right hand. "Matty!" She whined back, 'Two can play this game,' "I want SO much to drive that darling red-sport car of yours! Please, please, please, pleeease?"
"Now hold on a minute!" Matt stopped, "I am supposed to be the kid here!"
"I'm younger than you," she countered.
"I'm smarter!"
"Yeah right!"
"Well . . . manly-er-er."
"True, but I'm more sexy!" That was it. Matt gave up at that comment. She WAS sexy! THE most sexiest woman alive to him. "Well, you got me there gorgeous." Matt gave her a slight peck on the cheek before letting her to continue on with her make-up as he brushed his hair.
Matt combed his hair and tied a band to revert back to his normal hairstyle. He looked back through the mirror Amy was using and gave her a little nudge by hugging her from the back, "I'll be downstairs."
"Hey wait! I'm done, lets go downstairs together."
"But I thought you said—"
"I'm DONE, I'm DONE! Now lets go." She jumped off from the chair and opened the bedroom door, but stopped before exiting, she turned around and gave Matt a pose, asking and smiling the words "So? How do I look?" The dark-jeans and the white shirt with yellow stripes were alone to increase her femininity, the dark red hair that matched with her sparkling hazel-eyes flew from her head and spread across her shoulders and her back was just too gorgeous. And her extended make up of brown-lip gloss and eye-shades were just perfect.
"Well . . . to be honest, you look exactly like that female wrestler on TV! Y'know . . .Lita? Yeah you look JUST like her!"
Amy shook her head and reopened the door, "When will you ever learn? You're supposed to say 'You look beautiful'"
"Well I was thinking that you already KNEW how beautiful you looked AND the limitless value of love I have for you so . . . so."
She shook her head, letting the smile escape her. She was always smiling when she was around him . . . Matt Hardy was always the one who made her laugh, who gave her love, who gifted her happiness.
And with that, the two couple exited their bedroom for the first time in the last day of that year. Of course they wouldn't be returning in the room later that night though . . . just keep on reading. You'll see what I'm talking about.
~ Kitchen ~
Chris Jericho was getting restless of the old man's rants on how stupid he seemed on TV, and in front of Trish! He nodded a lot to decrease any efforts of taunting back. The three of them were sitting at the large round breakfast table made of glass.
"And WHAT was that whole storyline about you and Stephanie McMahon?!" Matt's dad almost barked that towards him! "Oh please no . . ." Chris alluded to covered a hand over his face to prevent Trish from seeing the snicker that formed slightly in his throat. Stephanie McMahon . . . now she was a hot one, Jericho thought, for years he had been fantasizing about being in the same bed with her. And when that chance came, TRIPLE H took it away! In Chris's eyes that son-of-a-bitch didn't deserve to be with Stephanie McMahon! He had no class what so ever, why was Stephanie falling for HIM instead of Jericho? Then, at the stage when he heard the two of them were having problems in their marriage, Chris thought he could cut the ties completely by mating with her after some kind of argument in her private life. BUT along came the annoying whiner of Kurt Angle! The way Vince was portraying all of his daughter's personal affairs onscreen was just ingenious, but the owner NEVER had or ever made a segment involving CHRIS JERICHO and Stephanie McMahon kissing! He was stuck with the plain teasing every week, of course off screen Steph was still vulnerable around the 3rd month with her affair with Kurt Angle. Chris heard about rumors that her husband found about her state and started to make a move. Wanted to shove himself into her life again. JUST for one night, he wished. For ONE night only, for just a one-night-stand, Jericho begged to have a piece of her body, to wipe his tongue against her chest. He begged for it. But the moment never came thanks to the WWE and now she was married to H AGAIN!
The next fantasy Jericho had was of his current 'girlfriend'; Trish Stratus was the woman he thrived for next. After spending enough time with her, Chris would just drop her. Who cared? He was just into the chick because of her looks anyway, and by the momentum he gained that morning . . . it was certain Chris was getting what he wanted: A good slice of that booty of Trish Stratus.
"Chris?" Trish's current voice shook him away from the life-dreams he had. "Huh? Oh yeah . . .that, it was just a stupid storyline! The WWE makes up stuff . . . shah, you wouldn't BELIEVE what they made me do Mr. Hardy. See there was this one time–"Yet again, another voice cut him off, this time it was the entering form of Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas closely coming from behind him. "DAD!" The junior Hardy stepped forward into the kitchen as he and his father shared a small hug, followed by Amy who even gave the old man an innocent peck in the cheek. "Nice to see you again," Amy informed.
Standing along towards the end of the kitchen, Chris was doubtingly unseen as the small crowd formed over at the door. Even Trish went away from the table to get two more plates to fill it in with her already famous waffles. Jericho looked on as Matt and Lita jigger-jawed with the elder Hardy, Lita . . . now that was another woman Chris wanted to be part of. During the last couple of days when Trish was giving second feelings towards Jeff, Chris was trying to think about multiple possibilities, and one of them was of course that what if Trish left him? Chris started daydreaming about Amy for a day or two back then. Thinking that if Trish weren't working, it would be Lita. Of course all of that changed when he wiped away Jeff from his path.
After proceeding with his dad and entering the kitchen to see the full view of his guests. Matt almost burst into flames when he sees Chris Jericho sitting at the table with a fork in his hand, his head bent down. Normally, the smile Matt had on from the sight of his father was slowly engulfed with the anger that was rising from inside of him, until a genuine smile was there no longer, only a sarcastic one. "What the hell are you doing here?" His voice sounded demanding, not asking rather questioning. Hand language was added here. "Matty . . ." Amy tried to break in, but failed.
Chris stood up from his chair, "Listen, Matt . . . dude. I wanna apologize for whatever I said last night, I—"
"You had the nerve to show up here Chris? After how you shitted on me you got the guts to show up here?!"
"What happened?" Matt's father confusedly asked, he needed to know what was going on. Even in his sons' house. "They had an argument last night," Amy whispered to her father-like figure.
"Hey man I said I was sorry all right?" Jericho almost shouted, but in his minds he saw Matt screaming so why the fuck not him?
"You expect me to believe that Jericho? Y'know our history sucks together! I trusted you before man, and you were nothing but a slimy bas—"
"MATT!" It was Trish who stopped him, "Please . . ." She gripped Y2J's arm as tears ran down her cheeks "I . . . this is New Years Eve!" No matter how much Matt hated Jericho, he would never want to hurt Trish, she was like the sister he never had. She was Amy's best friend! "I . . . I don't the last day of the year to start like this!" She cried, the sudden of that released a very uncomfortable silence through the room. Only the sound of her slow sobs.
"Trish . . ." Matt's face was contorted, "You . . . you really trust this guy?" He meant Jericho.
"YES!" Trish shouted, opening her heart to the people before her. "This is the man I am planning to spend the rest of my LIFE with! And . . . and if you truly believe me as a member of your family then you will respect him. At least for today. He . . . he said he was sorry Matt. He apologized."
The kitchen in the Hardy-House was cold with silence and shock. Even to Chris Jericho this was a shock, 'Spending the rest of my life with' what the hell was that about? Chris knew he proposed to her like half an hour ago but she refused! Could Trish be re thinking her choices?
"Fine," Cut the griming silence from Matt Hardy, "Apology accepted." He did this for Trish, not for himself, but for the person who was a good friend of his and his girlfriend. He accepted the untrusting man because of Trish.
"Oh come on guys!" The elder man spoke with a tone way above a shout; "This is the season to be jolly! For Christ's sake! Forget and forgive, that's how you enjoy a holiday! Chris! Tell me more about that story line with Stephanie McMahon! I just can't seem to get enough of that chick! Heh, heh. No offense Trish/Amy! Heh, heh." He did try to shape up the mood. Clearly, arguing was no way to celebrate New Years Eve. The oldest Hardy stood between Matt and Chris, beside the table while Lita and Trish were beside their men.
"Actually," Chris started to speak, his eyes hadn't shifted from the Hardy. "I'm very sorry Mr. Hardy but, I left my cell-phone back at my place. I have to go."
Matt thought he shouldn't said it, but he did protest; "You can stay as long as Trish wants you to . . . I'm cool with it."
"No I really I need to get that mobile. I'll see you guys later okay?" He answered and started to go out the back door, the same door with which the father-Hardy had entered.
Trish kissed him lightly in the lips before Y2J took his jacket and exited out the house, into the cold white snow. He told Trish that it was good breakfast and shot the V1 sign towards Matt before he left.
Stratus closed the door and went to the other room, for some reason she didn't have the feeling to talk with any of them. Amy followed her best friend, calling her name when Trish actually stormed to the living room.
Matt sighed with closed eyes, it just wasn't right. Trish didn't deserve what he just gave her. "I'll need to beg for her forgiveness later Dad." He told the only other person standing in the kitchen.
"Well son, from time to time we all make mistakes." The older man pulled a chair to sit on it. "Have some waffles, they're great." He reported.
"Y'know," Matt talked as he too sat down, "Sometimes you just can't understand who's side you're on."
"Hmph, you need to be on your own side Matt. That's why God made us individuals, sure you can support or love someone, but you still need to look out for yourself."
"I do lookout for myself, NOW I need to look out for my friends."
"And your brother."
"Oh GOD! You heard about him right?"
"She called."
"Trish?"
"Yeah . . . but you know what? She called YOU before she called me."
" . . . Afraid so." The Hardcore champion heaved out a sigh, "So how was your trip?" He finally asked as he helped himself with the waffles. His dad had already tasted them.
"Not too bad, 4 months in the cold icy weather of Switzerland and you feel like your young again."
"Hey! I AM young!"
"You're a BABY! Always was, always will be you big nut-head."
"Hey at least I'M the one with the Hardcore title now."
"You got your freakin' ass kicked by BATISTA AND RANDY ORTON! ROOKIES!"
"They didn't get the belt!"
"They kicked your ass! That's what you should be shameful about! And Hardcore Champion? How long have you been doing this thing son? 6years? You should be the Heavyweight champion now! Look at Brock Lesner! He debuted in the WWE on 2002!"
"Okay, first of all, I kicked Evolution's ass BACK! I WON those matches! AND the last time I was inside that ring, I was a contender for the Heavyweight title! Heck I would've won it anyway if it weren't for the injuries."
"WHICH was caused by Batista and Randy Orton! They kicked your ass back!"
"And I'm gonna kick their ass back next week!"
"Yeah I bet."
"My girlfriend is the woman's champion!"
"Now THAT'S a good point!"
"Thank you!"
"But it still doesn't give you any credit boy!"
"I'm the Hardcore Champion!"
"Well where IS your belt?"
"I . . ."
"Hmm?"
"I . . . left it in the car!"
The realization struck Matt Hardy with a blast. The Hardcore and the Woman's title was both locked in Matt's car . . . which Shannon Moore took with him.
~ Car ~
"What is this?" Asked Monica, Shannon Moore's newest girl, the same girl he went to spend some 'social time' with, the night before. She held in her hands the gold-weighted title belt that had the words 'Hardcore Champion' inscribed on it. Shannon was driving the car, which rightfully belonged to his mentor- Matt Hardy. Of course, he lied, pretended that everything in the car was his. "Oh that," Said he, trying to come up with yet another convincing lie. "That's ah . . . that's MY title belt! I'm the Hardcore Champion in the WWE!" The best part of this lie was that Monica was never a fan of wrestling.
"Then . . . why does it have 'Matt Hardy' written on it?" But she wasn't a fool either.
"Ahh . . .that . . . yeah . . . see Matt Hardy was the guy who had the belt before me! So he's sorta like my predecessor, I kept his name to honor his greatness."
Monica was a brunette, her hair was short and like Molly Holly actually, and although Shannon hadn't the slightest clue of her past, he just wanted to be with this girl. They had already sexed each other the night before, and the way she seduced the innocent-minded Moore, he never knew what had happened to him.
"So . . ." Monica pulled out yet another title belt from the back-seat, "WHY is the Woman's title in YOUR car?" She shot him a one-cheek smile.
"Oh that old thing! Heh, heh."
"Don't tell me that this is yours also?"
"What this? NaAh! It belongs to Amy!"
"Who's Amy?"
"Matt Hardy's daughter, his wife passed away years ago, leaving him with only two daughters and a son. But his son expired away in a car-accident 3 years ago so he sort of adopted me."
"Ohh, and I suppose Matt Hardy's brother was in the hospital the other night?!"
"What?"
"Listen Shannon Moore! Don't even TRY to lie and flatter me into thinking YOU actually own this car and these titles!"
"Wait, wait. How did you—?"
"I may not be a WWE fan but my BROTHER is!"
That word just blew Shannon's head off from its position. He felt like his skin being lifted away from his bone! As he cried a slow yelp of danger, "help."
~ Hardy-House ~
Back at the house, the morning went by in a normal volume. Matt still didn't know if Trish forgave him about the whole incident with Y2J or not, but she seemed to be forgetting about it. Of course, they didn't talk as much as they were supposed to. Basically because of all the arrangements they were going through for the party that night. The BIG party.
"Y'know we can complete all of this later! Why now?" Matt asked to Lita who was decorating the front of the living room with a very big sign of 'Happy New Year 2004'.
"We need to complete as much as we can Matt! No big deal!" She responded, trying to tie a knot on the monogram.
"Here lemme help you." Matt insisted and went on about his part of the job.
"Hey dad aren't you staying over tonight?" Matt asked over Amy's shoulder to the man standing below.
"Nope! Sorry guys but there's this whole countdown to 2004 thing happening in my friend Joe's house! You know the drill."
This time Amy called out over her shoulder, looking down "Aww but we'll miss you at the party!" She was standing with a ladder on the right side while Matt worked on the left; it was almost ironic.
"Oh don't worry about it! You kids enjoy yourselves! And besides, with all the guests coming over from the other states I don't think there's gonna be room for this old hack to be around."
"Oh Poppa Hardy don't talk like that!" His daughter-in-law, as he placed it, informed him.
"Its alright really! Its just me and the old guys, I don't wanna miss that out cause we been doing the same party for over 40years!" He explained to her.
"It's kind of a tradition," Matt confirmed as he finished tying the end of one of the knots, the last knot of the clothed-sign to hang between and above the kitchen door and the living room.
"All right, we're done here." Lita agreed after finishing her side of the work. "Finally!" Matt gagged out as he started to climb down his ladder, a smile spread across his face like he saw something humorous.
"What's so funny?" Amy asked after noticing her boyfriend's very cute grin, she started sliding down from her flight of stairs as well.
Matt humped a chuckle, "It's kinda weird to climb up and down small ladders like these after you jumped off from a 20 foot one." He meant the historical ladder-matches the Hardyz lived.
Adding a taunting smile to a raised eyebrow as she reached the floor, Amy complained, "You haven't had a ladder-match in decades!"
"Hey atleast I was IN the most historic ones! What is up with you guys? I am a good wrestler! Why is everyone complaining about it all of the sudden?" The Hardcore champ couldn't help but mumble, forcing his girl to smile and motion towards him, "No body's complaining," Said she drawing her face close to his for a kiss if necessary. Just a little something to give him a feeling he still had her, even if they had sex that morning!
"Yes they are! What is going on here? I just want to know why is everyon—" But Amy caught her mouth with his again, swallowing his words with her kiss. Matt's hand once again motioned across her spine, gently giving her a squeeze to make the lip-lock more enjoyable. BUT just as the honest intent in their kiss began to flow deeper, a resonate chiming startled them apart.
It was only the doorbell.
Amy only smiled as she separated from Matt to go back for any other agendas. Leaving Matt in the living room as she headed towards Trish.
"I'll get it!" Announced the Hardy-father, opening the door.
~ Kitchen ~
Trish saw Amy approaching her with a smile across her beautifully decorated lip, "What?" She had to ask seeing her best friend in such joy. Amy almost lost her breath in the giggle.
"Nothing!" The woman's champion toned in a take-it-easy manner. "It's just Matt."
"What about him?" Trish was smiling by this time too, she wasn't thinking about the abstruse argument that took place only a short while ago.
"Oh nothing, he gets SO naïve when it comes to kissing."
"No he doesn't! I saw you two having SEX this morning!"
"Shh! What do you want his father to hear that?"
"I thought you didn't MIND about anyone hearing about your love-making?"
"Well, YEAH I don't! I love him and he loves me, I don't think there is any shame to that."
"Well, there isn't but you sometimes get all blushy in front of SOME people."
"I do not!"
"Yes you do!"
"Okay fine! Do you need any help from me?" Amy changed the conversation decently. As decent as two best friend get.
"Yeah, listen about that. You got any ideas on what we are supposed to EAT tonight at the party?"
"Sure we'll order Pizza Hut,"
"And?"
"And . . . something, something, something?" Lita looked confused and her face was contorted with that 'whoops' look.
Trish rolled her eyes in agony, "Look! This is OUR party, we are gonna do this properly! Now what are we supposed to eat? I'm thinking each of us do a special side-item for dinner?"
"Ooh you mean specialties? I LOVE specialties!"
"I know! Chris SO loves them!"
"So does Matt!"
"Like Oh My Gosh!"
"Like Totally!" The two divas sounded like a bunch of teenagers, but they loved it anyway.
"SO," Trish spoke first, shaking her head to clear the strand of hair from her face as she and Amy held hands. "Here's what I came up with: I do my fan-fave Lasagna, I'll like cook for the everyone, YOU do your ever popular fried chicken wings and . . . if the boys want to cook something it'll be theres. How's that?"
"Sounds . . . good, basically the pizzas are the main item so ours will be an extra."
"That's the idea girl! Oh and could you be a darling and take me to the hospital? I want to spend some time with Jeff. He must be feeling very lonely."
"Sure! Of course! We are all supposed to head for the hospital in . . . well when Shannon arrives."
"Why Shannon?"
"We need SOMEONE to stay at home right? Cause, Matt and me are supposed to get his puppy Mason from the Stevens and you and Mr. Hardy will be at the hospital right?"
"Yeah . . ."
"And everyone, all the guests are like from other states! Adam, Stacy and Jay will be coming from god knows where, my brother Billy is driving his way from Florida. We need someone to stay at home incase they show up right?"
"Exactly! So when are we going to the hospital?"
Of course, Amy wasn't sure about that, she just stood with her mouth open with no words exiting from it.
~ Living Room ~
As Shannon Moore and his girlfriend Monica did the normal introduction and hellos and how are you doings to the oldest member in the house, Shannon pulled his mentor to one side in excitement in his voice.
"All right alright I'm here! What? Why are you pulling my T-shirt?" The sensei of Mattitude jerked out from the grip of his student.
"Dude, Matt, man, I did it! I truly, honestly, confidently did it!"
"Did what? Shit?"
"NO! I . . . I slept with her last night! Maan she was awesome."
"Wait, wait. You're telling me that you actually f-ed a girl?"
"yes!" Shannon's red was turning red, not with embarrassment, but because he was stopping the raging scream of joy that wanted to explode from inside of him.
He did not scream.
"Okay . . . well that's good for you Shannon, now if you'll excuse me I have to go."
"Wait, Matt. I just nailed my girlfriend! I'm growin up man! Aren't you at least proud of me?"
"Wehell . . . when you're saying 'growing up' if you mean by that," V1's finger pointed towards the straight 'object' that held his pants. "—Then yeah, I'm proud of you."
Shannon tried to hide his adult-situation with his hands, squirming so that no one would see him. Matt only laughed, "No Shannon, I must say I am surprised! You really HAVE grown up."
"Thanks man." He said, a bit comfortable this time.
"But whoa, listen!"
"What? What did I do?"
"Where are our belts?"
"Oh heh, heh, those! Hah, I . . . ah . . . you sorta left them in the car and—"
"WHERE ARE THEY?!"
That look scared the hyenas out of the little MFer, "inthecar, on thebackseat! Sorry!"
"That's better," Matt reported, smiling at his reign. "Oh and, I know that you bragged like an idiot that the title was yours, and my name was still there because you honored it and blah, blah."
"You . . . you do? But I didn't—"
"I know how stupid you are Shannon! I trained you! Sheesh! When will you ever grow up?"
"I am grown up!"
Matt was grinning at him like something bad was going to happen, something the Hardy just tricked Shannon into doing. "Why . . . are you laughing?" He shouldn't have asked.
"You don't WANT to say that when my dad's around bro! HAH ha!" The older boy laughed out of the room, leaving Shannon Moore alone with a saddened face.
"All grown up huh?" The Smackdown-Cruiserweight heard from behind him, it was Matt's father. Of COURSE it was Matt's father.
Moore yelped a very silent prayer as a very long and disturbing lecture with very unbelievable content started upon his ears. At times like these, Shannon wished he never were a Mattitude Follower.
As the day continued on with scheduled happenings, Amy, Trish, Matt and his father drove towards the hospital where Jeff Hardy was currently located. The plan now was to drop Trish and Matt's dad to the hospital and go get the pooch Matt owned, after that some groceries were to take place. Jericho wasn't heard of since that morning and Trish was acting normally with Matt again. The Hardy Boy was her friend, he was like the brother she never had, Trish didn't want to stay mad at him for getting angry at her boyfriend who actually insulted him very deeply. Trish knew just how wrong it was of Chris to say those words.
"SO then," Amy heaved a sigh after parking the red car to a side for the two of them to exit. She was driving, "You guys go ahead and meet with Jeff and we'll get Mason and come back here to pick you up alright?"
The respond came with every one mumbling "Okay," "Alright," and "Cool." At the same time, and just like the plan, Shannon and Monica were staying at the Hardy-House.
"Okay then," Amy agreed as the two of them exited. "I'll see you guys later!" Hitting the gas paddle, Amy guided the car out of the hospital area, decently and following the rules, as she was such a good driver.
"Y'know," Matt said, "I still want to drive."
"Heey," She peeled, "We discussed this Matty! I want to drive too y'know."
"I . . . I just don't want you to struggle so much."
"Oh PLEASE, believe me! Driving a hot red Porsche is NO struggle at ALL."
"Suit yourself." He sighed. The car rounded off from the NC Hospital drive way, backing up further in the main road line to proceed upwards towards town. The buzzing of Matt's cell phone vibrated against the plastic material, on which it was placed, he answered. "Hello?"
"Dude!" A very familiar voice was heard from the other end of the satellite connection, "Where ARE you man?"
"Adam?" Catherine Dumas dropped all questions at the pronunciation of that name, EDGE had to be waiting at the airport.
"NO its me Santa Clause! Where are ya? Stace, Jay and I are waiting man! Where is the welcome wagon?"
"Stacy Keibler is here?" Matt stupidly asked, "She's his GIRLFRIEND Matt!" Amy corrected from the driving seat, the black-rimmed red-transparent-lens sunglasses she had on blocked the sight of her rolling eyes.
"See that? Even AMY knows me better than you do! What the hell kind of cousin are you?" Edge exploded from the other end.
Matt replied, "The kind of cousin who throws a New Years Eve party at his house at 8:00 PM tonight! Hold your pants dude, we're on our way."
He clicked the Nokia mobile off and leaned backwards, releasing a sigh. "How could I have forgotten his arriving time?" Matt asked to Amy, but it seemed more like cursing to himself.
"Chill out hon. we all make mistakes."
"That has to be the second time I heard that dialogue this morning," He sighed again, this time with Catherine siding him with her heaving chest.
"Y'know Mattitude can't accept mistakes!" Matt mumbled, "It just doesn't fit!"
How could Amy counter THAT move? If she blurt out 'It's just a persona Matty! Get over it!' then she'd have to really struggle through a long lecture of how important 'Mattitude' was to him.
"Well," She quickly thought a substitute, "Does Mattitude include WHINING?" Her tone thinning at the end.
"NO!"
"Then just STOP doing it Matt! God!"
A third sigh left the Sensei of Mattitude as the two young couple drove off towards the airport, the prattling between them continued as usual, with Matt rising topics about how stupid Smackdown was becoming. Of course, he had to stop some time, and that time came when Amy had to force a kiss into his mouth to shut him up again at a red-signaled point. When they rose from their kiss, a police was holding a ticket to give them because of jamming at a street-signal. Matt apologized after that and vowed never to prattle while she was driving. Amy shoved into him yet another time before Matt could finish, giving him a more passionate kiss than before. Earning yet another ticket for ignoring an officer, after the cop left and Matt was out of breath. The Hardcore Champion pleaded what was the second time for? Amy Catherine Dumas responded with saying to stop him from talking like that. When he asked like what, she replied the fact that he'd stop prattling, she loved it when he prattled.
Matt dove in her that time, and after breaking the third kiss, AND earning a third ticket, the Mattitude Sensei told the woman of his heart that he loved it when she talked like that. Again, the three tickets were ironic, but the kiss was perfect, thought Lita as they finally drove off towards the airport. In her mind, Amy noted to 'Try for more private times inside a car with Matt' . . . but then decided to let him know anyway. The couple drove off yet again, with smiles spread across their licked lips.
~ Hospital ~
The hospital at North Carolina was years old, but one particular nurse was very new to this sort of environment. She just started the job a few days ago, she was even new to this county. But in her short-lived career as a nurse, Britney Spears was getting very attached to the Hardy-family. Even if she didn't know about them fully because of her lacking interest in wrestling, Britney saw a very bonding relationship between this entire family. Something she could never find in her own family. She saw love in their connections, the way every single day a new face introduced themselves to come and see Jeff Hardy with yet another relation, just made the young nurse feel a great amount of sadness in her still raw heart.
As of this moment, she saw Jeff Hardy's father and his friend go in to visit the wrestler. In a short time of just 15 minutes past, the father came out of the room with a fuddle of emotion mixed in him, he said he'd go to have a soda from the main lobby but Britney knew what the truth was. Every father feels tortured at the sight of seeing his own son lay in a hospital, only God knew how many times Jeff Hardy's father saw HIS sons in that state. Week after week, as she heard it, the Hardy brothers were fighting with great risk given to their lives, if one misspelled maneuver took a hold, their necks could be broken. Their lives could be shortened. Wrestling is a very dangerous sport.
The black-haired nurse had to go on with her duty to check in on the patient every once in a while, especially if the patient is sleeping. She figured it would be better to go inside, sometimes even the friends and families need some encouragement. And Jeff Hardy wasn't fighting a very dangerous case, he was strong, he would be going out of the hospital in just a couple of days.
Inside the room, Trish's tears from the morning were resurfacing, she laid out her feelings, she needed to get them out from inside her soul. And the only person Trish felt she could tell these words to was Jeff Hardy. But he was sleeping, of course that didn't prevent the diva from continuing.
"So now, I . . . I have to . . . live with that person! I . . . oh God Jeff, I just don't know what is wrong with me. I . . . I just can't feel the same way towards Chris anymore, for some weird reason. Oh god," Tears stormed down her softened blue eyes, "I don't think I can do this. But if I don't, what SHOULD I do? I always thought . . ." The blonde had to swallow hard in order to clear her throat, "I always thought that I loved Chris Jericho. NOW, when he proposes to me . . . I should be jumping in happiness. But see these?" Sarcastically, a slow laugh escapes her, "Tears." Trish pointed, "I'm crying. I'm not supposed to cry Jeff. I'm supposed to be happy, I am supposed to be prattling about him. But no . . . I am crying. Just . . . plain . . . crying."
Engulfing into the silence, Trish wept out her heart, she consumed all fears and just let her feelings burst out. Why was she crying? Why did her heart desire for another instead of Chris Jericho?
"You should follow your heart," A sudden voice spoke with a presenting startle, Stratus almost jumped out of her chair, out of her skin. "Wha?" She surveyed the sound and was almost startled again when she noticed it was Jeff talking to her.
"Jeff?" She breathed out, a hand on her chest to prevent her heart from jumping out of its socket as its beat rose thunderously.
Jeff Hardy was awake; "You should do what you believe in Trish." Said he, motioning his head towards Trish to look at her beautiful face.
"W . . . When?"
"Did I wake up? About half way through your story, how are you Trish?"
"I love you Jeff, I honestly do." The blonde diva crashed into his arms once more, she buried her face into his bandaged shoulder.
"I know you do." He replied, enjoying her company yet again. Jeff wasn't revealing it, but the story he just heard about Trish made his heart sink more than it already was. She was feeling as if she had no one to love, no one to truly have a relationship with. She was feeling the same way Jeff was before his sudden attack only a short 3 days ago.
"I'm fine now," Her words muffled from inside his neck, making him smile. Being this close to her again was very rewarding, very 'Stratisfying' as Jeff made up. He looked past her shoulder to notice his nurse, Britney, standing there behind the half-opened door, a smile in her face as well.
He gave her a smile back as well. Britney was the closet friend he had in the last 3 days, there was something different about her that made Jeff feel he needed to talk to her. She learned a lot about him as he did from her.
Gifting back the same smile, Jeff signaled the nurse to involve in. "Ah . . . Trish?" He slightly moved, trying to remove her from his neck even though he felt like this was everything he ever wanted,
"Sorry," Trish leaned back out from him as she sat back to her chair in a proper manner, eyeing the nurse who was suddenly in the room.
"Trish, ah . . . by the way, I invited Britney to our party tonight. Is that okay with you?" Jeff asked.
"Britney? Oh of course it'll be great." Trish said, wiping the tears away from her eyes and wanting to sound as welcoming as possible to Jeff's guest.
"No its alright Ma'am, you don't need to worry about me." Spears responded.
"No please! After all you done with Jeff, the least we can do is welcome you to North Carolina!"
"No really, it's no trouble at all! It's my job, haha,"
"B? I thought we discussed about you attending the party?" This time it was Jeff speaking as he straightened briefly to a sitting position.
"What kind of discussion?" Trish had to know.
"I said, that since I can't go to the party, I want Britney to go in my place." The Hardy Boy explained, letting the nurse smile.
"See that Britney? Now you HAVE to come tonight!" Trish spoke.
"No its alright!"
"No! It isn't! If you don't show up, it'll mean Jeff won't be! Besides, you are a very good friend."
"Okay, alright. So . . . when should I pop in? Heh."
"9:30, tonight, the official countdown to 2004 will of course take place! Pizzas okay?"
"Mmm," Images of good food sailed through Jeff's mind at the sound of that word; "I'd like a pizza." Said he.
"Oh don't worry yourself Jeffy, you will get as much as pizzas you want when the gang drops by before the party. Oh Britney, you can come with us then if you like to?"
"Oh sure! No problemo! Whenever you want me!"
The conversation took a hold for more than a few minutes, and after Jeff's dad came in the real talking began. It was very nice to see laughter for a change, thought Jeff, indeed he woke to a beautiful morning. The party that night was sounding to be more enjoyable than ever.
(TBC)
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A/N: Okay guys, for the next update come back after 2 days (Tuesday/Wednesday), I have feeling I'll b able to complete it by then. It'll b the party and a wee bit of its aftermath (Matt/Amy, bed. Cough. Cough.) It wont b as LONG as this one (whoa, 14 pages.) nywho, so come back then k? and plz lemme know if I did good on this one. If there r some grammatical errors then its probably because of my not-revisin it. sorry!