A/N: Thanks to Chrissy, Kate, Kay, Ducky, Huntersgirl, Nina and Lil for the reviews! Ducky, thanks for the head up and YES I got ur email! Problem wsa tht wen I replied, the email kept on returning back to me! Like a Mailer Demon! I think theres something wrong wit ur address, nywho, I have to apologize VERY badly for writing 'Cahterine' as Amy's middle name! Thanks to Ducky, now I know its 'Christine'! Damn it! how cud I hav been so blind!?!!! Sorry guyz, just . . . correct it in ur heads n we can move on : ).
Chapter 10
Laughter and music was echoing through the air in a vibrating mix. The source of the loud party was from inside the rented hotel, paid and hosted by Ric "The Nature Boy" Flair.
This was the exclusive party of Evolution, with the gigantic number of guests crawling with great wrestling legends such as Rowdy Piper, "Macho Man" Randy Savage, Lex Lugar, Scott Hall and many more, mostly from the old WCW rosters.
The music inside the booth was beating with no remorse, the guests were dancing, drinking, enjoying a 'good' time in their own way.
The entire hotel was packed with celebrities. And with Randy insisting they arrange strippers, it was a night the 98-listed-guests would remember.
Up on the stage, divas such as Athena, Charisma Carpenter, Kimpage as Jasmine Stclaire were shaking their struts and revealed skin to the rich audience.
Of course, all of this was supposed to take place in Flair's own hometown of Charlotte North Carolina, but David Batista's request was exactly the opposite. He didn't want to go near the county where Lita's boyfriend was located. Not until the next Raw show at least, his own plans of twisting the fate of Raw's most favorite couple would have to wait until that day.
The party was instead now jamming away in the never-sleeping city of Las Vegas Nevada, and as usual, Hunter Hearst Helmsley —AKA— Paul Levseque, didn't attend.
Flair sat at one of the tables, he decided to pass on and sit this dance out. He drank too much. But even at this drunken state, Ric's mind was still surfacing about Triple H's absent. Hunter was like the son Flair's own son could never be. He treated Hunter like he was his next heir. Heir to the throne of the 16-time-World Heavyweight Champion. But after Hunter married to Flair's own enemy's only daughter, it seemed to him that Triple H was actually tearing apart from Evolution!
Before the wedding, Hunter had always hung around with him and the boys, they used to hang out almost everyday, and now, even at special occasions Triple H wouldn't show up! "It's those darn McMahons" Flair grimly cursed out loud, his eyes were red just like the evolving of the color on his wrinkled skin. True, Ric Flair could never stand Vincent Kennedy McMahon. FLAIR was the 16-time World Heavyweight Champion, FLAIR was the only man seconding Hulk Hogan to revolutionized the wrestling sport. He felt jealous of McMahon's success, FLAIR had achieved more rewards in his life than McMahon ever dreamed about! But STILL it was that old-bastard who had all the fun, he was still the multi-billionaire owner of World Wrestling Entertainment. And Ric Flair didn't like it one bit, he hated Vince McMahon, hated everything about that man, and now, with his devilishly planned scheme, Flair thought that it was Vince McMahon who took Jean Paul Levesque away from him.
"Fuck those McMahons." He snarled to himself, "Fuck all of them." The darkened corner where Ric sat, gave him a complete view of the whole room. People were dancing with the music, shaking in an uncontrolled manner, gripping at most places possible, it WAS Las Vegas and the nights there can be very wild. Slightly over to the left, where the strippers created a very large attraction to the party, none-other than Randy Orton was grooving like an idiot on the stage, surrounded by all of those women, the young and fast mind of the third-generation wrestler was sure to be spoiled.
When Ric looked at him, it reminded so much of himself from his rookie years. Next to Triple H, Flair loved Randy to be the next one. And then there was Batista, the strongest dominating member of Evolution. Flair loved all three of them like his sons, his dream was to make Triple H the 20-time World Heavyweight Champion, and then wanted H to follow his own footsteps and lift up Orton and Batista to that next plateau.
Batista was actually locking lips with one of the guests right now, for some reason his shirt was no longer on, and so wasn't the shirts of the four girls who sat so closely tightened on his lap. The clothe-less stripper that was attached to Dave's back, pulled the tag-team champion from the other stripper and deepened him to her bare chest. Letting him lick the top of her ample bosom, then quickly continuing to the third girl to do the same.
Flair's high-blood pressure started to decrease at the sight of those two, he prayed that Orton or Batista would never turn down on him like Triple H did. A short vibrating of Ric's cell phone buzzed against his pocket, taking him back from his short life-ranting.
"Hello?" He answered the phone, his voice a bit thick from the extent amount of alcohol he drank only a few minutes ago.
"Hey man, it's me." A troublesome voice could be heard from the opposite line. The Nature Boy quickly recognized this man's tone, this man who is actually responsible for Hunter NOT being here tonight. Y2J Chris Jericho was also, in Flair's eyes, a reason for his lost 'son'. Why the fuck couldn't he just go and marry Stephanie McMahon after she separated herself from Hunter? It was also HIS fault! It was also Jericho's fault!
"Oh . . . yeah, yeah. What's up?" The 16-time Heavyweight Champion mumbled with his sleepy tone.
"'What's up'?" Jericho yelled at him from the other line, "What's up is with YOU Flair! Am I getting your assistance on the case or not?" He asked in a firm but loud manner.
"Look," Flair tried to negotiate, he couldn't believe how heavy his eyes were, and it was only 8:30! "Chris, I . . . I have to ask—" He burped, "—Helmsley about this whole deal. Now I haven't spoken to him yet. I told you how Evolution works! By tomorrow night, I'll have your answer."
"Oh God . . ." Chris spoke with great pity, "You're dead drunk Ricky! But that's beside my point, so you better have my answer by tomorrow man."
"Oh shut the fuck up Chris!" Screamed Ric. "You can't do ANYTHING if we say no! It's your problem! Now until we're ready you just have to wait and sit back! This whole thing isn't gonna happen anyways until the next Raw! So just . . . fuck up!" The phone was clicked off at the end of that mutter. Ric Flair disconnected the conversation between him and Y2J, there was just too much in his own mind now. The fight between Triple H and Flair had started off with Jericho's own 'proposal' at the first place. The Nature Boy just didn't know what to do at a time like this, at a time when his own student was losing trust in him. At a time when Evolution's top-wrestler, the World's Heavyweight Champion, was having problem with them.
~ Jericho's line ~
The Canadian wonder-boy stood in shock and anger, "He hung up." He whispered to himself, "That big son of a bitch hung up on me!" Chris screamed with agony and slammed the phone on a table sitting next to him. He slammed it rather furiously.
"God DAMN it." Y2J uttered again, he was standing outside in the small balcony-like cache in the front of the Hardy-House. (I forgot wat u call these things . . . y'know, the wooden thingys outside the houses wehre there r . . . little thingys?)
As the Raw superstar stood outside in the cold weather, as the whiteness of snowflakes fell from the skies to freeze and melt as one with the other thick snows on the streets. The party from inside the house was rocking away with a very high-resolution music and the sound of multiple people talking and joking, Jericho couldn't care less about them. The one thing he had his mind on, the one reason he was there at the Hardy-House tonight, was Trish Stratus. She was cuddling up inside his paws, falling for his schemed plot. Jericho thought he had her own, only a few more months with her and she would be his puppet. Trish was the only reason he attended the whole Hardy-Party, the rest of the group consisting of Matt Hardy's friends and families were just some stupid gang Y2J could care less about.
He removed the strand of golden hair that fiddled on his face and heaved a sigh, leaning against the wooden rail. Trish was one thing, but the approval of Evolution was more important to him as it could cost him his life. What if the Hardy's decide to call the police about Jeff's attack? Everything would wash out to sea if that interrupted. If Evolution agrees with the whole bounty-scheme, it would make sense, a BIT sense, paying was way better than suffering, it was Chris's way of handling things.
"You better have your answer," He mumbled to himself, whispering into the cold night as he rested his forearms against the rail. "You better."
But suddenly, a startling voice sneaked up from behind him, "Oh I will." Said a rather cheery voice as Jericho felt the arms of a familiar female wrapping around his back, pulling him or pusher herself so that her soft boobs could come into contact with his spine. "I will have your answer," Continued Trish Stratus, turning Chris around to face her, the diva ended her sentence with: "But it's kinda chilly out here, let's go inside hmm?" Trish smacked a peck on his cheek before pulling him inside the door to enter the party. Jericho only followed her lead, he didn't say a single word but fake-smiled at her before proceeding inwards. Even if Evolution didn't respond TONIGHT, Chris would have Trish Stratus all for himself tonight. Him, her, alone, naked and inside the same bed. Atleast one of his fantasies would become a reality at the last day of 2003.
His mobile, however, remained on the table.
~ Inside the Hardy-House ~
"Dude! DO Something man I'm bein pinned here!" Adam Copeland, or better known as 'Edge', was yelling at his younger brother to come and save him.
"I'm trying! I'm trying!"
"Hurry!"
"DUDE!" He screamed again.
"NO!!"
"DAMN IT! We lost again!" Adam's revealing trebled to the fact that they were playing the PS2 Smackdown! Here Comes the Pain video game, in multi-player of course. "Great job man, just because of you we get another loosing streak!" Edge barked at the younger Raw superstar, of course, Adam was in Smackdown.
"Sorry man! Geez! Its only a game!"
"Um . . . when you're betting over 50bucks on a match 'Only a game' doesn't count!" He spoke with a 'ah-duh!' kind of tone. "Sheesh, even Shannon plays better than you!" He snorted.
"Oh you mean Shannon, the guy who's doing the erotic-dance on his third date with his gee-f?" Christian, Jay, pointed towards a very revealing self of Shannon Moore in the small 'dance-floor'.
Edge sighed, and handed the smiling guest who challenged him the 50 dollars before getting up from the couch. "Actually," He said, "I was talking about the Shannon who has more of a grip with girls than my OWN BROTHER!" He walked off, ignoring the chuckling form of Matt's friend and Jay's 'what-the-hell?' looks.
The party started early when Adam, Jay and Stacy arrived at North Carolina, after Matt and Amy picked them up from the airport they headed straight for Jeff's hospital. From there everyone headed back home, started to arrange the basic stuff, ultimately leading to the guests pouring in to the house. The music that played loudly in volume over at the CD-player, so loud that its sound variations were fulfilling the entire Hardy-Estate, it was the best Red Hot Chili Peppers song of 2003 'Cant Stop'.
As dorky and stupid it sounded, only the cracked mind of Shannon Moore could actually 'dance' to it. Adam just shook his head and walked passed the dance-floor towards the kitchen, where his girlfriend Stacy Keibler was helping herself to a glass of coke.
The other guests in the large house were friends of Matt, Amy and Jeff. Amy's brother was enjoying himself as the tag-team partner against Jay and Adam, people were eating, talking, just having a good time. All in all, it was a great party. A homely one to be precise. Everyone was enjoying himself or herself, and it was only 8:30.
The short giggles and whispers that were produced from Amy Dumas and Matthew Hardy, came from the short space between the two rooms of Matt and Jeff upstairs. Amy was leaned against the rails that came from the stairs and protecting any one from falling down, she enjoyed the small snug Matt presented on her cheek, kissing and whispering, basically tickling her with his hot breath, sniffing on her smooth and plain skin. His pecks were rapid as he shifted from the various places on her beautiful face. Matt's right arm held Amy by her waist as his left hand had a hold on her palm. Amy couldn't do anything but smile and enjoy the muffled words he breathed on her cheek. The woman's champion had on a revealing black dress that was strapped to her upper body, it traveled to her thighs but just stopped there with a tiny cut to show a small bit of her upper-thigh. She had on a lacy heeled-sandal attached to her feet, and a very long netted-sock was the cover point of her longer legs. Two long wristbands followed up her arms, the downer part of it being locked to Amy's palms, an identical set to the ones she wore during the 'Hardy Boyz and Lita' era. The dress was complete with a thin-chained white-golden diamond necklace, its matching earrings and a dark-red lipstick that helped to lift up her already astonishing outlook. Her beautifully curled raven hair was tied up at the back, but loosen by the front so that strands of it designed amongst her gorgeous looking face. Overall, Matt loved it, and that was what mattered to Amy the most.
Over on Matt Hardy's side of the look up, he had on a full black shirt, with a dark blue T inside it, the upper buttons were open to reveal the blueness of the T-shirt hidden inside it. A pair of black 'Guess? Jeanz' completed his look with dark-brown Dr. Martin boots and Amy's favorite fragrance that scented away from his body. Matt's hair was of course, still the same style.
The whispers these lovers shared were so sacred, so personal and so sweet, that even I cannot reveal them to you. But his snuggles and her laughter had to stop at a point when the voice of Jay Copeland interfered, "MATT!" Christian screamed from downstairs.
Matthew Hardy rolled his eyes in complete disbelief, how on Earth could that guy be so dumb that he's not eyeing the fact of the Mattitude Sensei is b-z. Amy just blushed with her smiling face as the warmth of Matt faded away.
"WHAT?!" He shouted back, tempered still, Jay had been yelling for him for quite a while.
"We're searching for the X-Box console, where is it?" The younger cousin explained, having one of his hands next to his mouth so that the words would some how, stupidly, pass forwards.
"It's in the black cabinet! Can't you see I'm busy?!" Matt snorted back.
"Oh yeah . . . thanks man!" Christian realized and went back to his gaming. From the corner of an eye, Matt saw Adam shake his head as he surveyed the whole conversation.
The Hardy finally heaved a sigh so that he could go back to his 'work', a normal interruption like that couldn't disturb something this sweet! The sweetness of him had more points than the interception.
"Your amazing eyes right?" Matt glared into the beauties of her hazel eyes, slowly waving his words at Amy Dumas, what he received were a more passionate smile and a soft "Umm, hmm," nods. Resetting back to the original position at the deepness of her skin, Matt tried to continue on with his humble romance with the woman he loved on this special day of New Years Eve.
But, "Matt!" Jay's annoying voice disturbed completely this time. It had to stop. Matt didn't move from his beloved Amy this time, he just eyed at the man from up there. "What?!" He irritatingly barked this time,
"Ah . . . you wanna play Raw2?"
"With YOU? No way man, you're just the annoying little brother who didn't learn anything from his big bros." Matt insulted, smiling over his triumph.
"I agree!" This time the laugh came from Adam, but it quickly multiplied in hosts when Stacy, Billy, Trish, Britney, Shannon and Monica started to laugh with him as well.
"Yeah, yeah." Christian mumbled, "Laugh all you want but I still have more peeps on my side!" The laugher only increased.
"I'll be back in a sec okay?" Matt whispered to Amy who was still smiling, she nodded and added through her giggles: "Take your time." As her boyfriend walked downstairs to change something.
She wanted only to keep her smile but the remembrance of a duty undone washed it away from her face, Amy still had to prepare her special fries!
~ Elsewhere ~
Miles away, in another city, in a completely different state, within the upstate of Greenwich Connecticut, the huge mansion-like estate of the McMahon's has been enjoying a very public New Years Eve party with a variation of guests from both Raw, Smackdown, NWA and the old WCW/ECW rosters. Eric Bischoff, Paul Heyman, Mick Foley, The Undertaker, every high-classed superstar was there. Subsiding the four McMahon's and their newest, and oldest, family member— Jean Paul Levesque. The husband of Stephanie McMahon and the current World Heavyweight Champion.
The party was a classical McMahon-styled New Years Eve, with the soft music of a piano playing at a background, it was certainly a place to like.
But even with this whole classed family of the McMahons, Hunter, or Paul, felt sort of guilty because of the way he treated Flair some while ago. He refused to attend his special celebration at Nevada, the last time they talked, as Hunter clearly remembers it, they argued. EVOLUTION was arguing. It somehow felt wrong, Triple H knew just how badly Ric hated Vince, and with the marriage and everything, it was likely that Ric had gotten more pissed about the Owner than before. The tension in Hunter's mind was showing very clearly in his eyes, and his wife had noticed it.
As the both Stephanie and Hunter stood infront of the various guests, with arm in arm, the Champion felt a bit of shrug against him. He looked to see the former Smackdown Manager looking at him with a sight of worry, "Is something wrong hon.?" She asked him, wanting an answer from her husband.
"Hmm? Oh no, I ah . . . I have to make this call okay? I'll be ah . . . I'll be coming in a sec." He left her.
~ North Carolina ~
Amy was going through hordes of tissues as she worked on the fries she was cooking, thankfully all they required was the frying as the chickens were already prepared hours ago. She saw from the corner of her eyes that another guest, Britney, entering the kitchen to refill her glass for a drink. "Hi Amy," She greeted between laughs.
"What happened?" Amy laughed back, not having a clue to why Jeff's nurse was giggling like that, of course, she herself was giggling breathlessly a few minutes ago.
"Y'know that guy Jay?" She laughed,
"Yeah?"
"He is SO trying to convince me into dancing with him!"
"Well . . . did you?"
Britney gave a guilty look, "It may sound a bit rude but . . . I'm playing with him before I really give him his treatment."
Amy smiled, "Rude? No way! Jay is the one we all like to fool around with!"
"I think that explains why he's so funny."
"Really? What did he do?"
"Well, when I told him that I am Jeff Hardy's nurse, he said: 'Oh I SO want to be Jeff right now'. Ha, ha. I find that very attractive in a man."
"Same here!" Amy cued at the younger girl, "You know Matt Hardy?"
"Oh yeah! He's a very nice guy. You are a very lucky girl . . . Lita."
"Hey how did you know my persona?"
"Well," She shrugged, "I kinda watched the rerun of last week's WWE! Ha, ha."
~ Greenwich ~
"Look Ric, I told you before, I don't trust Y2J! What if something bad happens in the outcome of this?" Triple H's voice sounded more serious than ever. He wasn't joking and that was heard very accurately.
"But Hunter! If we agree to this than we can get a hold on with every single title in Raw! You are our World Heavyweight Champion, Randy's the Intercontinental Champion and Batista and I are the World Tag-Team Champions! Just THINK how good it will be if we get the Hardcore title! EVOLUTION will reign supreme Hunter! We will DO it!"
"Alright . . . okay. Since everyone else has agreed with it then I guess my negative vote wont count. Go ahead, go and trust Y2J. See what happens."
"Trust ME Hunter . . . this will do us good."
The Heavyweight Champion sighed.
~ North Carolina ~
As the night continued on with celebrations for the last hours of 2003, with people partying and enjoying New Years Eve in their own way, the night slowly came down to the point where it was only 30 minutes left. At 11:30, when all channels were shifted to the one show that centered the countdown at Times Square, at the Hardy-House, everyone had gathered around to watch this last half hour of 2003 to end away with great dynasty. With each having their own slice of pizza or bowl of lasagna or piece of fried chicken, they guests created a circle around the warmth of the living room and around the course of the TV set.
Even at the hospital where Jeff Hardy was sitting, he was watching the same channel like his brothers and loved ones. Even their father and his friends were thriving for this moment.
But, two individuals were no where to be seen, and no one had even looked for them as they were busy with their own lover at hand.
Matthew Moore Hardy and Amy Christine Dumas were actually alone in their own little private room inside the depths of the Hardy-Estate.
Matt had his girlfriend strapped with a scarf around her eye as he guided the woman with him down the stairs, and down to the emptiness of the basement. He had a very intriguing surprise waiting for his diva.
"Okay Matthew," Amy started, "Where are you taking me?" the smile never escaping her glistering lips.
"Just . . . take it easy. You know the deal," Matt responded, as he continued to take Lita towards his surprise.
"You mean, the deal where the Boyfriend blinds the Girlfriend with a scarf and drags her to a surprise she doesn't really like on New Years Eve?"
"Oh believe me," Matt hissed to her neck, sending sparkles of fire through her body, "You won't hate this."
With the guidance of Matt Hardy, Amy could only do as he told her, she knew it had to be something very romantic as he had been acting very Matty-like the whole day, the fun, sweet and romantic kind. So the surprise just HAD to be something heart-warming.
After taking a few more steps inside the basement, Matt allowed her to open the scarf that was attached to her eyes. Removing it, what Amy saw before her was more than what she guessed for. The basement was completely redecorated, it now had designed curtains at the glass-door which lead outside, the floor was tiled with wood, the light that came was from the two candle-sticks resting on top of a round dinner table for two. With plates and spoons and the actual dinner ready for a couple to eat. The atmosphere was very fashionable.
"Oh my God!" Amy awed at the wonderful sight, "This doesn't look like the basement at all!"
"Well," Matt said motioning his head, "I figured that why bother going at a terrace while its snowing, then just setting the whole thing down HERE?"
She shifted to him, "I love you," Said the diva.
"I love you more." Matt responded, finally he beat her to it!
As the two young couple took their hand in hand and proceeded to go and have their private dinner in this snowy last day of 2003, the candle-light feel and the company totally awed Amy Dumas. Clearly, with no doubt, Matthew Moore Hardy was the only person she belonged with. Setting off to a land of dreams and completeness, Amy and Matt celebrated the last few seconds of New Years Eve and introduced the next year with a very engulfing kiss, pairing and slicing between each other's tongues. This was absolutely a year worth living, and a night worth finishing. The kiss did not break until 2004 had erupted.
(TBC)
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A/N: Happy New Year 2004 everybody! I wanna apologize yet again for the short chapter, but it was sweet wasn't it? The next update will be on Monday, featuring the first Raw event of 2004, the secrets are revealed on it so don't miss it out! Okay so Monday OR Tuesday : )! Sorry I cudnt add in any sexuality in this thing, I had plans on giving them a very romantic car-sex because of the house full of the guests. But guess tht didn't work out! Sorry!! Hey I was celebrating New Years Eve myself! Ha, ha. Happy New Year and see ya on 2004
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