A/N: This was SO stupid of me! I delayed a full week! 7 days! SOOOO VERY MUCH EXTREMELY DEFINETLY UNCONRTOLABLY sorry! I really am! I had writers block (tho im still unsure abt wat the hell tht meanz) upon blocks upon blocks upon more writer blocks upon internet connection problems upon just plain timing. SO sorry peeps! (yeah, I can call u tht rite? Lol. My peeps! ~_-). nywayz, well I want to thank Me, and not you (and no, im not talking abt ME as in the author of the story, im tlking abt ME the READER of the story! Lol. So don't think otherwise) Ducky and every1 else for the lovely reviews. I promise I wont delay like this on the next chapter! The next update iz on Tuesday (this week!) and yes, im sure it'll b up by then (tht is if FF.net has ny updating problems, or if my internet connection gets lousy or if a major earthquake hits my side of the globe or if the entire earth gets destroyed by Martians— since humans r already set to go there!—) Y'know its kinda weird how this Raw-Lovely story got all twisted and turned, at first wen I started this fic it was like a future tense (days b4 the new years eve) then eventually it became present tensed (new years day/eve) and now it turned into a past tense! (RAW!) lolz. But im sure I'm gonna end it sometime soon so don't worry! Hahahaha. Just joking like a dork. :O) okay, I'll stop. But as a side note, im not sure if u guys heard abt this or not: But Spanky (Brian Kendrick) quit the WWE! Yeah, he said tht Smackdown wasn't giving him the opportunities he deserved and tht he wasn't involved in ANY kind of storylines on Smackdown! Rather in Velocity, so he got all mad and left for NWA. Yeah, oh and Edge is thinking abt coming to Raw! True story, go read @ da websites! It seems tht the wrestlers don't like Paul Heyman's rule over SD. Yeah, well so do I! God I hate tht bastard! He cant make matches or ANYTHING entertaining! As much as I hate to say it, but I think Eric Bischoff does a better job than he does. Of course, I shudnt criticize since I'm not sure if I myself can make any good matches, can I? U read the stories, can I make interesting matches? I don't know, u tell me. Nywho, I'll just cut my geekish crap and continue on wit the story: (tht is, IF im a dork! Go Gandalf! -_- = sad lol. JOKING again sorry 2 all Lord of the Rings fans ehre. Hahahaha.)
Chapter 13
More than half of the crowd was on their feet, but their reacting was all Matt had to ask for. At least 500 people were cheering for HIM! And Matt had hopes that even Amy was doing the same somewhere backstage, but HE still had a reaction to go through at this point. Only 5 minutes into the match-up and Matt had experienced the brutal sidewalk and choke-holding slams from Kane. But he still had to wait for a taste of the REAL chokeslam as the monster's hands gripped at Hardy's throat. Squeezing it as he pushed the standing/backing Matt into the middle of the ring. Kane's hand had slung in a very sudden movement after Matt thought he had him cornered against the turnbuckles, Matt was wrong, so he had to pay the price.
But the cheers from all of these extreme fans were just demanding! Matt Hardy couldn't give up now! Not now after wearing Kane out and gaining most of the upperhands in this exclusive match for the New Year! He still had to fight back, fight for his own sake and for his belt's sake, Matt had to win this match and he knew too well how the chokeslam could stop him at this tracks . . . it had stopped him only a few weeks back inside the Elimination Chamber. Matt had to focus; he had to use his philosophy of Mattitude! He needed to counter . . . some way.
But it didn't seem possible when Kane's gigantic hand gripped his throat tighter and with an act of hanging, lifted Matt up from the ground, pulling by his throat as the earth below just moved away from his feet! The roar of the crowd was increasing, but even to all of his fans . . .Matt Hardy knew he couldn't counter it now. Not this time.
As his neck held the weight of his body, the entire hand of the Kane was squeezing it to let no air come through to his lungs. Matt fought as hard as his less-weighing body could fight, squirming and pushing to break away from the dangerous move . . . but it was hopeless. Matt had to give away to the chokeslam as he suddenly felt the rush of a famous wrestling-move being pushed to his neck and hurling him towards the ring over 7 feet below. Kane's own height was 7-foot, adding 8 more foots to Matt's 6'2. But the monster's hand was, of course, able to travel higher than his head, raising and slamming down Matt's cruiserweight-like 225pounded structure from an altitude that was above his shoulders. Shaking the entire ring in a violent motion as Matt fell to the depths of the ring, his body, unlike the ring, motionless.
To J.R, King and the fans, it was as if Matt Hardy Version One had lost this battle right there, right then.
~ Backstage ~
And just as the match was displayed on live TV, being watched by the great WWE fans worldwide, so it was being viewed inside the locker rooms of other fellow Raw members. And as close and friendly as it could get, the match was being watched by Trish Stratus while she sat in the locker room of her best-friend and her best-friend's boyfriend. Of course, Lita wasn't with her.
"Amy!" The Canadian blonde shouted with a tone of whine in her voice, "Come OUT here!" but a espond from inside the bathroom never came. Trish was inside Matt and Amy's locker after Chris left her in the common room, she witnessed Amy Dumas rushing into her locker but quickly diving to the bathroom without saying another word. Trish hadn't spoken to her for the long last minutes, "What is wrong with that girl?" She muttered to herself, before switching back to the TV screen where the match continued to broadcast. Trish sighed and took her seat, Matt was being demolished by that beast in the ring! Here at the moment, Kane covered Hardy for the pin, but after the second count he pulled Matt's arm up by himself! Obviously showing signs of more brutality to be produced from his blood-thirst paws. It was insane, "Demonically insane," Trish stated to herself yet again.
"Well if Matt was such a smart-guy he should never have signed for the match!" It was obvious the voice came from Chris Jericho, who sat on a chair branching towards the metal lockers, he was sitting with the chair facing backwards, resting his arm on the rim of the chair.
"Oh c'mon Chris, I thought this whole thing wasn't scripted!" Trish spoke again, "How come Kane be such a monster?"
"He IS a monster Trish! He's supposed to stay with his character, and frankly he isn't too much happy about the way his character is going. I think with the shredding of his mask, the guy really HAS turned into a monster."
Trish sighed at her boyfriend's response, it had truth in it, Kane never was much of a friendly guy after his persona with the mask was over, he was . . . sort of a loner in ways. He stopped talking to people like he used to, so that was freaky. For her at least. "Anyway," Said Trish to Chris, changing the subject. "So I saw Batista calling for you back there . . . what . . . why would someone like Batista care for you?" She had to ask.
"Um . . . you . . . heard him talking with me?" The question was kind of juggling at the extreme point on Jericho's side, he thought that only Amy Dumas was the person who heard about his conversation with Batista . . . and now Trish too? Everything would be ruined if Trish found out about him! She just couldn't learn about it . . . not now, not ever.
"Well NO, not really." Trish replied in her perky way, not only retrieving a small, but low, sigh from Jericho, but also giving rest to his heart. He really thought his cover was going to explode in any minute. Thank god for him, Chris was wrong. "Y'know he knocked at the door and you had to leave? I caught a glimpse of him right there. So . . . why would he want to talk with YOU?"
"Well, y'know . . ." To Trish's complete answer, Chris himself had to come up with one. Something that wouldn't make her doubt towards him: a straight cold lie. "Y'know how Triple H and I've been good buds over the years, so he introduced me to Dave and his guys last week. Y'know, just saying hi and all." And Chris Irvine Jericho was very good at lying.
"Oh," Trish affirmed and placed her chin on top of her fist, her elbow was casually resting on her open-thighs which were crossed to her other leg. "So a simple 'hi' was SO important that you had to LEAVE me?" The blonde shifted from the Television to give Chris a glare. In her own mind, Trish had some very strange reports about Chris's behaviors over the last few days, especially when he was 'ditching' her a lot.
"What? NO! Trish . . . I mean, you gotta understand. It was just something stupid!" Chris quickly emerged from his 'resting' position on the chair, his arms were flying here and there in a way to explain something. He had to think of some other way to end this conversation! The raised-eyebrow look that Trish was giving him did loosen some knee-balance for Jericho as he literally ran through thousands of ways to come up with a good excuse. "There was . . . this . . . bet." Good work man, now all you have to do is act like it really happened. Jericho spoke and thought the sentence after as he heaved a sigh, continuing it with a quick explanation as he stood up from the chair followed by Trish. "You KNOW how stupid these bets can get right? Heh, it's about this silly match . . . and well we had a bet who would win over one of his matches. I LOST, y'know? I lost to THAT idiot!"
Trish shook her head as her eyes looked down to the floor, "I didn't know you were THAT close with him." She asked, but it sounded more of a demand.
"Well I'm NOT," Jericho faked once again, his slick mind was catching up to the point that later tonight Batista and Evolution were to announce the bounty he had planned upon on Matt's head. If Trish had any doubts towards him and Evolution or the fact that he and Batista were 'friends' would really ruin his scheme. "It was just a one-timer. Y'know how pushy those guys can get? I just had to do it. No I am NOT close with those jerks. They are not my 'type'. The bet was only for tonight, I just wanted to show him who the boss was. Guess I was wrong huh?" His mouth spoke as fast as his brain could think.
"Well, I wouldn't say WRONG. You are good with bets, but just assure me that is this anything like the 'bet' you already had on me on the show?" Her tone of speech sounded more like a taunt than a real one, unlike the demanding voice she had only a split second ago. Could she trust him? Why NOT?!
Chris breathed normally when SHE dropped the topic, a smile tugging across his lips as he walked closer to her. "Don't worry," he said, wrapping his hands around her beautifully shaped waist and once again resting his forehands at that small 'slope' if I may. Jericho continued, "That was only a storyline, I love you in real life." He spread his smiles, mostly just smirking the way she was smiling back at him. Their foreheads were jointed as Trish rounded the base of his nape, gently pulling the man even nearer to her mouth as she smooched on to his smile. Brushing hers against his but ultimately giving up when Chris cut through her lipstick with his tongue and entered her mouth, pressing Trish more deeper to him as she did the same to his head. Their little making up had started, for more than 7 days Chris Jericho was using Trish like that. Lying away his faults and her doubts, Trish's innocent little attitude was helping him gain more of her from day to day. Increasing the volume of their time-together. The slow moans that escaped Trish at a time like this, was even more pleasure-filling as Jericho twirled his tongue to lick the inside of her lips. He enjoyed it.
~ In ring ~
Through the Television of which Trish and Chris were viewing, the happenings there wasn't exactly romantic nor fun. Through the TV set and back to the live world of WWE Raw, Matt Hardy was still in the midst of a battle against the monstrous and unmasked form of Kane, the man who was already having that battle won.
Kane had shown not a single aspect of mercy towards the younger wrestler, he could've won the match fairly when he chokeslammed Hardy down to the mat, but Kane didn't. Instead, at the 2nd count he lifted Matt's shoulder up to prevent the pin from receiving the third and final fall, but right now, Kane's fatality was actually taking a side-step.
Matt was thrown to one side of the ring, and then with another choke-toss he was sent flying towards the other corner. It was intense, but as of right now, Matt was being once again lifted from the ground and positioned for a powerbomb to explode his fairly wounded spine. But with a last stagger of hope, with one last breath left in him, Matt Hardy countered that move by rapidly throwing punches to Kane's bald skull, slamming his fists right and left to the opponent's temples, And at the same time trying to keep balance for himself as Kane was holding him up there. But the constant blows from Matt's knuckles would be enough for Kane to get numb on his feet.
After a sensible amount of striking punches being rained upon Kane's head, the big red monster lost his balance and had to fall backwards into the middle of the ring with Matt Hardy sitting on top of him. Matt followed the punches up with some more direct hits to his head and finally jumped off, he knew exactly when to stop that.
The cheers that the fans gifted Matt had uplifted the Hardy Boy's confidence as he raced to the nearest turnbuckle, climbed it to its top most place and posed for his famous leg-drop, yelling out the adrenaline that was being produced to him in this match-up. Matt knew he could win this, his self believe in himself had told him that. With the proper positioning, Matt was intent to deliver the leg-drop, but Kane had risen from his fallen state and was staggering for balance.
If only Matt could channel that weaken spot and take advantage of Kane's quivering position, he could do something very affective to this fight. Over all, a wrestling-match was always a battle to spot the weak point and take the advantage.
When Kane turned, Matt jumped off from the buckle, his legs extended but separated as if looking for a scissors-take-down, but it was countered! Kane quickly ran below the flying form of the Hardy, making him miss the move and stand heels-first to the middle of the ring. The fastness of Kane's maneuvers had given HIM the advantage over Matt as Kane slapped on his palms and fingers once again covering Matt's throat when he turned around, thus having the third opportunity for HIS finishing smack— the Chokeslam. And as the name follows, Kane gripped tight on his hand to once again take away the needed amount of oxygen from Matt's throat, of course choking the young Hardy Boy.
Through the eyes of the victim, it was indeed a very frightening experience to have Kane choking at your throat, with that look on his eyes, Kane's non-lens eye even! It was partly scary. But for Matt Hardy, his feared look changed as he had been in that position more than once. Determination once again took its course as Matt grabbed Kane's extending arm and with a very quick motive, kicked the bigger man right in the balls to free himself from the choking slam.
Kane bent over in pain, his hands quickly shifted to cover his nuts as he groaned with an unbelievable sound. (believe me, being kicked in that spot is NO laughing matter)
Once again, wrestling was about taking advantage, it was time for Matt to do just that and deliver the finishing maneuver that was in his arsenal. The Hardy locked his arm around Kane's nape and twisted around to change the monster's fate, pulling it downwards and literally grinding his neck-bones as the Twist of Fate connected. The screaming fans rose from their chairs as Matt Hardy Version One quickly recovered from the move and saw Kane fallen in the ground, him now being the one in a motion less position. And the turnbuckle was also close to his body, close enough to crash in a moonsault for the loving fans.
~ Backstage ~
"He . . . did it." Randy Orton, the youngest member of Evolution, spoke with unbelief and awe as the gang stared at Matt's connecting pin. "How could a guy like HIM defeat Kane?!" The arrogant rookie blurted out. The private room for Evolution had to be the most glorious one in the entire arena, they held the Heavyweight title, the Tag Team titles and the Intercontinental title, mixing all of them results the entire group to have more than a 5-star quality treatment. Evolution was indeed the dominant force of WWE Raw. Triple H and Ric Flair sat in their respective seats in the couch, opposing one another while Batista got up from his stretching to see how the Hardy Boy nailed the monster known as Kane. "What?!" Dave huffed out a breath of exhaustion as he watched the TV screen with a sweating contorted face.
"Yeah! There you have it, 1 2 3. BAM! There is just NO way in hell he could've done that by himself!" Randy was standing.
"Well why not? The kid has been around longer than you Randy," Evolution's leading man, Hunter Hearst Helmsley spoke. The water bottle was, as always, in his hand as he gulped in another sip of it. He didn't have a match tonight, but segments were absolute. Being the World Heavyweight Champion, he also had a competitor for his title in Royal Rumble, and Austin's official announcing of it being a Last Man Standing match against H's former friend Shawn Michaels, it would be long and hard to prepare for that outcome. For the Royal Rumble didn't have any 'scripted' matches, the fate of Hunter and Shawn would rest upon who will win that championship match. But as of tonight, again, he didn't have any matches, only segments.
"Oh c'mon Paul," Batista answered his boss's question, "Even YOU know that Hardy can NEVER win against Kane. It had to scripted."
"Well, it isn't." Sighed Flair, sitting next to his son-like student. His argument over Triple H's marriage wasn't yet to be settled, it was clear enough Ric did not like any of the McMahon's.
"How do you know? It could be."
"It isn't! Bischoff told me, Matt won that match fair and square. Looks like that's trouble for you big boy." He answered, directing towards Batista.
"Wait, wait. What do you mean by that? Dave and Matt Hardy?" H spat out a laugh, "That's INSANE. You guys are fighting against the Dudleys Ric,"
"No! NO! I want his Hardcore title! I spoke with Eric, he told me he'd give me the shot if we came up with a good storyline, and Y2J's proposal was just perfect." Said Dave.
"You mean you guys already spoke with Bischoff before Jericho told about the agreement?"
"Hell yeah!" Screamed Randy as he turned from the TV to look towards Hunter, "Dave's been begging for that title for weeks! Ever since he nailed Lita and . . . oh." The realization took his mind, Randy wasn't supposed to mention Lita . . . they hadn't told Paul 'Hunter Hearst Helmsley' Levesque about Batista's night.
"He did what?!" The co-creator of Evolution squinted at the two younger wrestlers standing before him.
"AH . . . Hunter, yeah. There is . . . there is something we need to let you know." This was their mentor speaking. "Its about . . . Dave and . . . well,"
"And what? David? You . . ." But Hunter couldn't finish his sentence as he saw his team members looking down at the ground, shame in their faces. Shifting his gaze to Ric, Paul saw the same expression on him. Triple H was shocked . . . completely shocked.
~ In ring ~
Once again taking back to the ring where Matt Hardy scored a very impressive victory after he connected the moonsault and easily covering Kane's huge body. Matt couldn't even hook his leg; he just fell on top of the bigger badder man with his own 225 body weight, slamming against Kane's half-fainted stat. Hardy made the pin, he won the match, gained the fans and retained his WWE Hardcore Title!
"Here is YOUR winner and STILL the HARDCORE CHAMPION: Matt Hardy VERSION ONNE!" Lillian Garcia, the RAW ring announcer was also to her feat as she clapped at Matt's knockout win. Even SHE was happy for Matt's struggled win, indeed for Matt, this was one of the highlights of his career. He retained the hardcore title over 6 times since last December when he first WON that title. And tonight's defeating of Kane was no easy task, but Matt did it, the fans chanted at it as his music blasted through the speakers. By now, the referee held Matt's hand up as he rose to his feat, the hand wasn't fisted into a ball, rather it was signed as his logo of V.1 as he raised his title with the other hand. The cheers from the crowd had once again showed support as Matt jolted away from the referee's grip and positioned himself on to the corner of the same turnbuckle he used to moonsault. Matt posed with his title for the fans, 'What A match,' he thought, mentally relaxed as he dropped from the buckle and rolled out of the ring. He did what he was intent to do tonight, he retained his title and entertained the hundreds of fans that were there tonight, Matt made sure they left for their homes happily.
~ Backstage, Locker room, Matt&Lita- the Creators of Mattitude ~
The hot crowd who cheered for Matt Hardy in the center stage were kind of hoping to see a beautiful glimpse of Matt's girlfriend, Amy Dumas–known to them as Lita. They wanted to see her come down at ringside to cheer and celebrate with Matt of his victory, and even throw in a couple of kisses on live camera! But, that didn't happen, Lita wasn't onstage, she wasn't even waiting backstage for Matt's return from the ring, no, Amy Christine Dumas was actually inside the private bathroom of her and Matt's private locker. Only instead of smiling and being the happy form she is supposed to be in, Amy was in tears. The white in her brown eyes was as red as her hair, and the same feeling of pure guilt and hatred was burning through her soul. And once again, Amy Dumas found herself asking the same question she asked herself over a week ago, "Why?" Why did she do it in the first place? Why did she betray Matt Hardy like that? Why did she allow that person to do such a thing to her? Now it was exactly her fault that Chris Jericho's secret will remain that way, Batista and Jericho were using her weakness to keep Amy from telling Matt the dark truth about Jericho's scheme, about Jericho being the one who paid the gang to assault Jeff Hardy.
Amy didn't know how long she had been in there, she heard multiple calls from Trish about the match of Matt and Kane, but she just couldn't get the strength to keep her tears from exploding, for Amy's own concern, she didn't want to cry in front of anybody. She just wasn't ready. "Oh God! Then BE ready!" She barked at herself with grinding teeth. "Oh GOD!" Once again, Lita broke apart, "God just help me. Just HELP me! . . . please help me." She wept against the basin sink, why was this so hard? Why couldn't she just tell Matt the truth? For the last 20 minutes, this was the question Amy was trying to solve. She could just tell her Matty about the whole damn fucking truth and this would be all right! Jericho would be caught and be known for his true evil self, Batista's true intentions would be out in the open and Matt would protect her from him or any body. But WHY could she find the heart to tell Matt? Lita's cries weren't stoppable now, for the longest time tonight Amy Dumas was freeing the sadness that was engulfing the inside of her. But still, it wasn't loud, the cries were low in volume of the sound, the pain that was piercing through her middle was released, but it was stabled enough to not make enough sounds. At some point, Amy knew that she had to do it, she had to tell Matty about everything, about how she betrayed him, but each time she tried to build up that courage, it broke into pieces at one simple thought. She whispered to the Lord, "I . . . I don't want Matt to . . . to hate me God, I need him. PLEASE don't make him hate me . . . don't make him—" 'Hate her', that was her darkest fear. The abstract thinking about Matt Hardy breaking up with her was the major roadblock that held Amy back. And the combination of emotions that was bringing Amy the lonely pain, was very intense, guilt about how she betrayed him, and the fear of him hating her, both two of it was what brought the sadness to her, both of it preventing her from expressing the truth.
And by not telling it, Amy knew just how she was making the scene even worse.
She panted out breaths from the tiring cry, as the tears hadn't stopped, she was leaning against the glassed shower door, her eyes lightly closed as it shook with her body and voice. "Please don't make him hate me," Lita spoke with a voice that was beyond shaking, "Please . . ." her voice was in whispers, "Please . . ." She remained in that position, the time was somehow slowed down, Amy was hurt very deeply . . . and she knew just how deeply the scar was. But Matt dumping her would create a far greater scar in her soul . . . she didn't know if she could bare it. And even after how betrayed Amy knew he would feel she still loved him. With all her existence she loved him.
"AMY!" Trish Stratus burst opened the bathroom door to enter, "Matt WON girl! Where were you!?"
Amy made the quickest move possible and shifted so that her bestfriend would only see her back, not her torn facial expression. Lita had moved to her back and stood up, she quickly calmed down so that her shaky voice would be atleast in a normal tone, "Yeah, yeah. I need to fix my bottom! I'm coming . . . I . . . you go on ahead I'm coming." But her tone still showed the hints of a crying voice.
"Are you . . . okay Amez? Are you crying?"
"NO! Why would I cry? I . . . I need some privacy Trish! Close the door!" Amy knew she shouted, but what else could she have done to delay it? She couldn't allow Trish to see her crying right now, it would be too much of a hustle. Again, Amy wasn't ready.
For Trish Stratus, the young Canadian girl stuck out her tongue in a manner that explained how she felt right now: stupid! "OhmyGod I'msosorry!" She blurted out as she began to close the door. "Chris is in the other roooom! OH GOD! I'm sorry Amy! I . . . I'm sorry!" Amy's best friend exited out the bathroom. If she stayed a nanosecond longer, Trish could've heard another sigh from Amy . . . "You have to stop Amy." She told herself, "Pick yourself up." And by that wee bit of courage, she needed to stay calm as she knew that "Matt is waiting for you," she knew "He needs YOUR support now."
~ Ring entrance/Behind the curtains ~
The extreme reaction of the crowd was astonishing for Matt, he had NO idea that the fans were with him so much! He was getting the same response that of high-ranking athletes would receive! But it was extreme, purely extreme.
But it was also tiring as he walked through the curtains to exit the stage, with belt in hand and rapid gasps to catch the oxygen. He would need to check up with the arena-doctor in a while, he had to for security reasons of a WWE wrestler.
"Matt! My man you did!" One guy shouted out as he walked down the small flight of stairs, another said: "Congrats Matt! You showed him all right!"
"Thanks man," The champion responded as he breathlessly looked past the people to see where Amy was, he wanted to see what SHE said.
"Yo Hardy! Sweet clasp back dere man! Keep it up champ!" This was D-von Dudley, one of Matt and Jeff's top-most competitors next to his brother Bubba Ray. Yeah, the Dudley Boyz and the Hardy Boyz had made history together in those high-flying TLC matches, but now that Matt & Jeff had gone separate ways to build up a unique singles-run, their gaze upon the Tag-Titles weren't as pushy as it was back then. But who knows? Maybe someday Matt & Jeff will indeed reform together to take on the championships once more, but as of now, it was the Dudley Boyz who were the number one contenders for the titles against Batista and Ric Flair. Heck, D-Von and Bubba Ray's match was actually next, after the commercial breaks and everything. "Thanks man," Matt shook the fellow roster-member's hand as he walked inwards, "Good luck on you match tonight!"
But even though all of these known-faces greeted the Hardy of his win, he was still looking for that one girl, that one person he cared the most about. Where is Amy?
~ Locker Room, Matt & Lita ~
To that answer, Amy quickly stroked her flashing-red hair with her comb before exiting the bathroom, the streaks of tears were washed off from her cheeks, and she really didn't want Matt to worry about her. After that hard match, even though she didn't see it, Lita knew just how hard a match against that monster can be, she just prayed Matt wasn't heart badly . . . physically at least.
Closing the bathroom door behind her, Amy was wearing the same red top and tight-black-leather-miniskirt with the heel-shoes she had on before, adding a pair of frame-less black-sunglasses, she didn't want her Matty to see she had been crying.
Once the diva got outside the bathroom, she saw Trish and Y2J watching the TV screen as Kane got on the mic and was ranting about the Royal Rumble or something. She could care less about that. "I'm going up front kay? I want to congratulate my Matty!" Lita smiled at Trish who returned it with an adding wink, "Ohh Kay!" Trish teased. The smirk on Jericho's face could be ignored, and Amy did just that. 'Have fate Amy,' She noted to herself after exiting the locker, 'Keep yourself together.'
~ Backstage ~
Matt was weak on his feet, he was tired after that smashing performance, it was sort of hard to even stand up straight, but he had to go and return to the locker. D-Von Dudley's company was the only conversation Matt was able to hold up as he walked towards the hallways.
"So you are going out there right now?" Matt asked the fellow roster member, he didn't have his top on and his hair was released completely during the match-up so it stranded across his face, the Mattitude Sensei only had on his silken pants (arent those made out of silk? I dunno,), his boots and an elbow-pad with some tape covering his forearms.
"No dude, they're gonna go on commercial, the title-match is after that . . . I dunno, I thought I heard that Evolution's got this announcement or sumphin. We're gonna go out after that, any clues about them?" The older man tapped on Matt's bare shoulder as the Hardy Boy proceeded inwards in a slow motion. "No I have no idea." Matt said with, a confused tensing on his forehead, Evolution was set out to get his Hardcore title with any means necessary, if the announcement had HIM involved he was supposed to know it . . . Matt was supposed to sign in the segment-contract. "Is it about me?"
"Nah, I dunno man. Though I'm sure we'll find it out in before the match!"
Matt Hardy breathed out a small laugh, "Yeah whatever," he blurted before breaking away from D-Von's grip on his shoulders, "I'll see ya laterz Dudley, and good luck on the match!"
"Yeah . . . yeah, take care Hardy-Boy." He heard D-Von leaving to his own agendas.
"Where are you Amy?" The young man spoke to no one in particular as he entered the yellowish-hallway that leads up to his and Lita's locker. And still there was no sight of his Amy! Normally she was supposed to wait at the entrance-line for him to come out, maybe in her locker, who knows? There was a brief moment of silence in the empty hallway as Matt made through it and around a corner, finally he saw Amy walking towards him from their locker room.
"Congratulations Hardcore-Hardy." He heard her cue in a musical-tone of voice as she neared him for a quick hug. Feeling Amy back in his arms and having to squeeze her and hold her . . . it just made Matt relax in a way nothing else ever could. And with the recent 'arguments' with his brother and all, Matt was starting to believe that Amy was his only true relation. "Thanks Hardcore-Hardy's Hardcore-looking-gal." He smiled to her and earned the small laugh from Lita, "You were great out there," Amy broke away from the hug but still kept her hand to the back of his tighten body, his tensed muscles and improved abdomen were just breath-taking HOT.
"Let me see your eyes for just a sec—" Matt made his request as he tried to remove the sunglasses from Amy's face, "No no!" She intercepted, not NOW! If Matt saw her eyes right now he'd figure her tears . . . she didn't want him to know it now . . . not tonight atleast? Lita wasn't sure about that, but all she knew was to keep Matt away from her eyes until it whitened off the reddening tears. "I . . . I," She stopped his hands to her glasses' rim, "It's a look hun! Lets keep it that way for a while."
Matt sighed, "All right! Fine, if that's the way you want it to be."
"Lets take you to the doctor, I want to you check up on your bones, wouldn't want them to be hurt now do we?"
"I'm FINNE Amez! I don't need the stupid doc."
"No you are NOT fine Matthew, now c'mon and let me take you to him," She meant the arena-doctor, "And NO buts."
Matt sighed, but just having her around was enough for those visits to the doctor, even if the slight bruises were nothing, he loved when she cared. "I love it when you care." He smiled as she dragged his hand towards the doctors-room.
~ Evolution's Locker ~
"You guys are just . . ." Hunter Hearst Helmsley stared up and down the three members of his team, "Ugh! You guys make me sick! How could you do such a thing?!"
Randy Orton build the courage enough to respond to that, "But Paul—"
"SHUT UP Randy! I'm talking to Dave here, no y'know what? Just . . . just don't ANSWER to that freakin' question. If I didn't HAVE to stay with you guys tonight, I'd just go and ditch you. That would be WAY lot better than this." Anger was what poured through Paul Levesque's skin, "I'll meet you guys in the ring." He spat out and exited through the nearing door. With a mutter in his throat, Hunter was heard growling out the curse he didn't normally use: "Fuck."
~ Minutes later ~
"I'm FINE doc, I just need a little body-massage from my girlfriend and I'll be as good as new." Matt Hardy was laid on his chest on top of the white-plastic bed as the arena-doctor checked his spine. The spinal column is the support line of your entire body, so any injuries on that particular bone could result very badly and might leave you paralyzed for the rest of your life. But a few chokeslams were nothing for a wrestler of Matt Hardy's caliber, he has suffered through much worse before.
"Would you just let the good man check you Matt?" Amy could help but blushed a bit as she stood leaning against the wall, even as the intense of feelings were gliding through her mind and soul, she had to control her emotions for just a while. For Matt's sake she couldn't let her cries burst out the way it was threatening to be. She needed to stay calm . . . for Matt's sake . . . she needed to stay positive.
"You're girlfriend is right Mr. Hardy," The doctor, a black man in his forties, started, "Just let me check the basic things on your back and the bruises on your face and I think you can go home or do whatever you want the way you want it. But just let me check you first."
"Fear enough. I guess."
Amy heard those words being conversed between the doctor and Matt, she was slightly turned to one side as her black glasses covered the aspect of the tears from spraying through her emotions. And just as much she heard Matt talk, the more she felt guilty about her betrayal. Matt loved her, possibly more than she did to him, Amy always said that she loved Matt more, but maybe . . . just maybe she didn't? What if she didn't love him the way he loved her? What if she was really nothing more than just a slut? As more and more Amy thought about her actions, the more and more question grew and tortured her mind. No, she really LOVED Matt, that was why she was hurting so much, she loved HIM. And no body else, there was not another person on Earth she would be with rather than her Matthew, then why? Once again, why? Why did she allow Batista that night? Was it too fast for her? Did it happen so quick that she couldn't control herself? The sheer memory of Batista forcing himself onto her in that bathtub, shutting her mouth so that her screams couldn't be cried out, the way he continued down her body to grab and hold and touch everything. And after that, he carried her to the bed room and pulled off his boxers, staying in the same naked state as she was and then . . . then Amy realized that that was the first time she grabbed hold of Batista's erected penis and shoved it inside her mouth, grasping it and licking the cum that extended from its hole. SHE continued everything from that moment on, Amy had pulled Batista's head to be squashed against the squidgy form of her breast, allowing him to cup the entire bosom inside of his mouth and suck it wildly, biting the tip of her nipple and then licking it and pressing her deeper and deeper to himself. And what did Amy do? She only moaned, in her mind she was fighting with everything to stop that, but with her body she only dropped her thoughts.
"Amy?" The familiar voice broke Lita apart from her nightmare of painful activities, clearing her mind of that past and bringing her back to present in the RAW arena of Memphis. Matt saved her from that.
"Hnn . . . Hmm?" There were tears in her eyes, Lita noticed that, as she turned to the laying Matt, her voice was shaken.
Matt began to ask her as he saw her eyes a bit watery, her sunglasses were tilted downwards, "Are you—" But an interrupting voice broke him.
"Welcome back everybody to Monday Night Raw, as we await the start of the mainevent for the World Tag-Team Championship." Jim Ross spoke through the Television that was attached to a corner of the room, hanging from the ceiling.
But Matt could care less about Evolution or the Dudleys when it came to see Lita in a shocked remark with tears in her eyes. But once again as he began to speak, the doctor interfered: "Well, it seems your back is injured very lightly, and according to your neck-injury about a few weeks ago I expected it to be more harmed but it looks like you're alright son."
"See? I told you, now can I get up?"
The doctor frowned,
"Okay, alright! MAY I get up, please?"
"Better. And yes, you may, but I should warn you to stay rested for the next 2 days if you want to keep your neck in place. Although there can't be any harm done if you go ahead and fight, but as a doctor I suggest you don't."
"Thanks . . ." Matt firmly spoke as he slowly rose to a sitting position. By now Amy went to him from the further side of the room to give him a big hug, "That's good news Matty." She buried Matt's face in her chest, letting him rest against her breasts, where only HE had the right to stay . . . only him.
Over at the other side, the doctor could only smile as he saw yet another love-struck young couple concerned about the other's health. He shook his head and continued on to his job, "I'll just get you the painkillers if you need it Mr. Hardy, good day ma'am."
"Thank you." Matt and Amy both said at the same time as the door closed, leaving them only to themselves.
Amy heaved out a sigh, as did Matt as she sat next to him in the bed, "Amez?" The way Matt spoke her name, the way he pronounced it with absolute . . . love in his voice, it was tearing Amy apart from the inside yet again. She just couldn't think straight anymore, and she didn't speak anymore. Matt removed the eyewear and placed it aside on the plastic bed and held her by her cheek with a soft palm. "Hey . . ." He slowly whispered to her, there was a slight hint of water in her eyes . . . but what? For Matt, something was confusing him very roughly, Amy was acting a bit . . . broken that day. Was it for the argument of him and Jeff? If that were the case, he would apologize to Jeff for everything but just wouldn't want her to be sad that way. "Are you crying babe?" He spoke to her mouth to mouth her face was contorting. "Matty . . ." 'Just SAY it Amy! SAY IT!' Lita screamed to herself, she wanted SO much to just lift it off her chest, just to leave it out in the open, she just wanted to cry against Matt about everything SHE did to him. She really felt guilty about it. But just couldn't find the proper words to explain it to Matt.
"Don't okay?" Matt said, rounding her waist to pull her slowly closer to him, "Everything's going to be alright."
'Wait a minute' that was shocking to her. Did he knew? "Wha . . . what?" She roughly bared to ask.
"There isn't going be anything THAT serious between us . . ."
No, did he really know about her?
"I can live up to everything Jeff has to say, everything Jeff has to yell out, but . . . you don't need to sorry. We're brothers, and I think . . . I think we can crack up a few times and him being the younger one, he can really go extreme sometimes, but YOU don't have to worry about that."
'God Matty! You STILL don't have a clue! JEFF?!'
"No . . . Matty . . . I really—"
"Shh, just relax girl." Matt didn't let Lita speak anything else, his eyes were closing and hers were already out-of-view. The Hardy Boy leaned over to smooch, he sealed their lips as one and was relieved when he felt Amy's hand against his head, pulling him more closer to her as he lowered her body to lay on top of the miniature bed. He knew her lips were quivering when he kissed them, she was in somekind of pain and Matt knew it was his duty to wash it away from her. He needed to comfort the only girl of his heart, to just wipe away any feeling of hurt or pain from her and give her the love she deserved.
The kiss had grown more than a simple smack-on-the-lips as their tongues dwelled together, smooching as Amy briefly opened her mouth, with her tongue in his, to catch a slice of air before sounding in to smack on his tender lips before splashing with him yet again. It was then that Amy Dumas realized exactly how much she loved this man, how much he loved her, and how much they belonged together. But did she justify that love? She didn't, but Matt's comfort was everything to her, every time he kissed her, it seemed to clear away any bad memories of everything. Confirming this, Amy took control over his kiss and pulled him down to deepen it with her in the lead. This would take a while.
But that is what she thought.
The kiss with Amy was all that took Matt from clearing his mind of the earlier tensions he had, and even though he knew and had confirmed this earlier that night, right now it seemed to be redoing everything that it did in the parkinglot. Amy Dumas was the woman for him, and he knew it with every blood-cell in his body. With the deepening of the kiss with her varying it, Matt was jolting ever memory from his head away . . . that is . . . until he heard his brother's name being pronounced in the TV. And none other than The Nature Boy Ric Flair AKA Evolution finished it. His sentence also finished their kiss as Matt and Amy both broke away with a confused look on their faces, Matthew Moore saw his queen looking up at his eyes with questions clearly revealed on her.
He pulled himself up from her as Lita came up with him, sitting ontop of the big stretcher as Matt twisted his neck to look at the TV screen: He saw Batista and Ric Flair standing in the ring, with what looked like intentions beyond bad-words. Matt was confused; Amy was shocked.
~ RAW Cam LIVE ~
The main-event for WWE Raw tonight was for the championship of the World's Tag-Team Title. And as faith orbited around the team of Evolution, led by Triple H, at the December addition of the monthly World Wrestling Entertainment Pay-Per-View, Deacon Dave Batista and Ric Flair walked out of that arena as the new Tag-Team heavyweights. They grasped the double-titles after successfully brutalizing the now former champions— Bubba Ray and D-Von Dudley AKA The Dudley Boyz.
Tonight, that same title will once again be on the line, determining weather or not Flair and Batista can retain their championship belts against the same opponents they defeated to get it, their challengers tonight will once again be the Dudley Boyz.
Of course, for the fate of Evolution, Armageddon was indeed the best PPV in their history: Randy Orton took the Intercontinental Championship from the legendary Rob Van Dam before Flair and Dave could get the Tag-Teams. Triple H snatched the most glorious title in the WWE by defeating The Rock, Goldberg, Kane, Shawn Michaels and Matt Hardy in the blood-sacrificing match of the Elimination Chamber. Each and every member of Evolution held and gained gold at Armageddon, but now, the only 2 other titles Evolution did not hold was the Hardcore and Women's championship. And those belts were inscribed by the name of Matt Hardy and Lita . . . for all we know, Evolution's next goal is to get those titles . . . with any means necessary.
For their title-defense against the Dudleys, Ric and Batista were standing in the middle of the ring, fully prepared for their match, but Evolution had one other thing to complete before it could start . . . and that was their 'special' announcement for the Hardy-Boyz. Ric Flair was talking in the microphone.
"Matt Hardy," The senior wrestler spoke, "If you are listening to this, and I know you are, then listen good . . . remember Matt? Remember when I wasn't around in the WWE? Remember when the Hardcore Champions had to defend their titles anywhere at anytime? Well you should since you had the late Crash Holly as one of your lackeys on Smackdown, but anyway, even YOU had to go through that trouble and pain to retain your title multiple times in the last month. WE attacked you! Ha, ha, ha. BUT, tonight, Evolution will take that anywhere-anytime rule to the next level . . . Batista?" Flair handed the phone to the much younger, stronger member of the faction.
"Thank you Ric." He said, stepping into the light. "Yes, as a response to what you just said, Evolution is indeed going to change the life of Matt Hardy starting from this moment on. Now, a few months ago I crippled Bill Goldberg's foot and claimed a 100-thousand dollar bounty from my mentor Triple H. The bounty at that time was who ever could beat up Goldberg would get the money. Now there were countless other people who tried to insert pain in Goldberg's system, but all failed. And I Batista was the only man who could deliver that amount of pain into the system of Bill Goldberg! I was the one who won the thousand dollars. And now, as for Matt Hardy, he holds the Hardcore Championship, the ONLY other title a male-superstar can hold on Raw, the other titles are held by Evolution and will be continued to be around the waist of Evolution, but as for the Hardcore title, Matt Hardy has it. I-WANT-IT!"
"Then go and get it!" King laughed out from the announcer's table. All of this was heard by the millions and millions of fans world-wide . . . but most importantly, it was being heard by Matt backstage.
Batista continued, "But," A finger was raised, "For the last few weeks, even I couldn't get that title from the Hardy Boy because he cheated. He cheated to win those 6-way matches and ultimately got the shot for Hunter's title at Armageddon, heh, heh. Thanks to Randy and I he couldn't win that, of course he never stood a chance with a wrestler as great as Triple H. But that's beside the point, the point still remains that I want that title and Matt Hardy has it! So, as of a few weeks ago, Evolution has started a personal-bounty, just like we did with Bill Goldberg, now that bounty is on Matt Hardy's head. It started weeks ago but I am officially announcing this tonight, in front of all you stupid jackasses here at Memphis, the person who brings me the Hardcore title from Matt Hardy after defeating and crippling him, will be the owner of 50-Million Dollars in cash!"
~ Backstage, offscreen ~
Rage, fury and urge to kill the snarling face of Batista was boiling inside of Matt as he and Lita saw the whole thing being announced on TV. Batista growled with his head, the words that almost popped his eyeballs off their socket as he screamed through the microphone towards every-known thug in the Raw roster, he said: "BRINGG HIMM TO MEE!" Just as Matt's own teeth were grinding and his fist balled into one.
~ RAW Cam, onscreen ~
Boos were the only thing Batista's remark gave him, but he cared less, the fans were just a bunch of people who came to see him make other people bleed, who cared about them? The Tag and Hardcore titles were the only things next to Evolution that Batista cared about. He gave the mike to Ric and proceeded on to grin and pose for the camera. The next few words that came from Flair's mouth were just sick and wrong, so twisted that Matt wasn't able to control his anger anymore, it reached to its limit when Flair said out the words: "So, some of the local-people thought that Matt's brother, Jeff was the Hardy we had the bounty on. Ha, ha. Stupid village people, we want MATT Hardy. NOT JEFF Hardy! But anyway, they said that they beat Jeff when he was coming home from a night on the town, I heard he was in a hospital or something. Heh, what kind of wrestler is your brother Matt? He cant even stand for himself against a few LOCAL people? Oh wait, it happened in North Carolina so . . . yeah I guess in YOUR part of the town they ARE hilly billys so I guess you cant really blame you brother. Anyway, so we want to apologize to Jeff for the misunderstanding we created. Could you be kind enough to forward that message? Thank you. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." Batsita once again took the mic, "Oh and Matt . . . how is THIS for a Twist Of Fate?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA." The microphone was dropped as together, the Tag-Team Champions raised their hands to pose as the show went to a sudden commercial break.
~ Backstage ~
Amy was speechless as she sat and listened to what those scumbags had to say . . . so MANY lies? They didn't do anything about any bounty and they are saying Jeff Hardy's condition was THEIR fault? How sick could Chris Jericho get? She obviously didn't know what to think . . . confused? Shocked? Angered? She saw Matt very determined about what HE was going to do. He was standing on the ground now, still topless but she could very clearly see his muscles tightening and his hands fisted strong . . . Amy could see the same anger that in his eyes that was inside of hers . . . but its reason totally different. Matt was angry at Evolution for everything they did to him and his loved ones, he was flaming at that lie . . . what could he do when he hears the truth of what they did to her? "Matt?" She slowly spoke, but no response came. Matt hurled opened the door and jolted out of it, slamming it close behind him. "Matt!" Lita was also to her feet.
Revenge was inedible, and Matt was determined to hurt Batista, bounty or not. He ignored the calling of his names from the doctors as he progressed through the long hallways, taking long steps and tensing his body to charge up so that the first blow at the asshole could cause more pain. Maybe break his tooth even? He didn't care, as long as Batista would get the punch Matt didn't care. Up front, security officers were running to block the entrance or something, for a second it confused the Hardy . . . officers in the building? What the hell was that about? Nonetheless, he continued on, trying to break through the 6-man wall and go through the stairs. Matt didn't even count that how fast he was at that point! It took him more than 2 minutes to go to the doctor's room when he finished his match, and now it didn't even take him to walk/run up to the entering point of the ring more than a few mere seconds! Maybe when you are minded for ruthless aggression, the adrenaline of your body increases, anger was a sure way to channel a fight.
He rushed to the man-wall but hands stopped Matt, "What the fuck?!" He shouted at the officers as he was pushed back from the stair-well. "Let me go through!" The Hardcore Champion shouted at the group.
"I'm sorry sir, but by orders of the General Manager you are prohibited to enter the ring for the rest of the night." One officer informed as he pushed Matt out of the boundary line, everyone was shouting. "By orders of the GM sir. There isn't anything we can do." Another said, Matt was exploding with fury. He shouted out, "BITCH!" to get the anger out of him . . .
"Ah . . . Bitch-off sir," That officer was saying.
"What?"
"Bitch—er, I mean, Mr. Eric Bischoff, he was the one who gave us these orders. You will have to speak with him if you want to go through."
Matt's breaths were rapid, his body was warm but chilling as his finger tips were cold as ice, it was a cold weather and he wasn't wearing a top.
"What's going on?" Turning around, Matt saw Bubba Ray and DVON approaching the ring.
"You heard." He snarled.
"Yeah man, looks like an interesting story-line. Continue with it an I'm sure it'll be just as cool as Bill's." DVON meant Goldberg.
"You don't understand," Matt spoke between pants, "I didn't SIGN for the story! What the fuck is going on around here?!"
"Wai . . . wait a minute," This was Bubba Ray, "You're sayin you didn't KNOW about this?"
"NO!" Matt screamed at the fellow roster-member, "And Jeff is REALLY injured! Those bastards crippled my brother! He can't WALK on his right-leg for the next few days! And I didn't sign for anything like that!"
The Dudleys . . . couldn't believe it . . . can the Raw Creative Team be that much stupid? "And now these guys are sayin that I cant go to the ring for the rest of the night! ERIC BISCHOFF black-listed me."
"Bischoff huh? Yeah . . . he really is a pain-in-the-neck. Sometimes makes us want to 3D the sucker through a table."
There was a strange look in Matt's face that urged Bubba Ray to check if he was still in this dimension, "Matt?"
He was silent; Matt was silent and thinking about whom he should consult this with. "I'll see you guys later. I need to do something." He stated and headed the right of the stairs, which branches off straight to the General Manager's office. Bubba Ray and DVON were left alone to proceed for their match. "That guy is weird . . ." Bubba's half-brother gave him the thought that ran through his mind . . . "And I mean scary weird."
"Nah, just forget him man. We need to concentrate on OUR battle against Evolution. C'mon, hey JOE! Hit mah music!" And with those words, a 'rocket' was launched from to hit the titantron as the Dudley Boyz moved past the security officers to make their entrance.
~ RAW GM's shared office, Steve Austin and Eric Bischoff ~
He sat at his desk, listening to the words that his Co-GM had to mumble on the phone, his job for the night was over, the only other thing left to do was the planning of the next house show that was tomorrow. But as of now, Stone Cold Steve Austin breathed the annoyance Eric Bischoff put him through. He didn't like the man, he didn't like Eric's attitude.
"What?" Eric laughed at his cell phone, he was talking to the Owner of the company Vincent K. McMahon, another person Austin wasn't very fond of. "Yes, yes of COURSE MR. McMahon, how could YOU be wrong sir? What? NO, no, no, no, no. Yes. YES. YEEAHS! Exactly . . . ha, ha, ha." Mattering sucked when Bischoff did it. There was a pencil in Steve's hand, with rage and irritation he snapped it in half. He couldn't imagine how bad it could get if Eric AND Vince was in the room at the same time. It would've been disaster, as Austin just HAD to nail someone, not now, if Vince came in person that is.
Suddenly, the door was slung opened by Matt Hardy's structure, and Eric Bischoff was interfered of his very important meeting with the Owner. "Hold on a minute sir, I will call you back if that is a problem? No, no. Okay, thank, thank you sir. Bye." He closed his phone before grilling at the presence of Matt's sudden approach. "What the HELL are you doing here?!"
"YOU know exactly what I am doing here Bischoff! What the hell is your security officers doing restraining me for the ring? Better yet, WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THAT SEGMENT!!??????????!!!!!!! I didn't SIGN for that stupid 'bounty' storyline and my BROTHER is injured seriously! I can SUE the life out of you for that!"
"CALM DOWN Matt! You can't sue me for ANYTHING alright?! I am not the General Manager tonight, Stone Cold and Teddy LONG is. Go ask them! And as far as that story with Evolution is concerned, I don't give a damn! You do what Raw says, WHEN Raw says otherwise just get your sorry ass out of my arena!"
"LOOK here damn it! I KNOW how your fucking segment works." Do I have to add that Matt was spitting? "I've been here in the WWE more than YOU so I know how the whole Teddy-Long thing works! And you better settle this Evolution thing or you will have your head in your hands when I'm through with you."
"Is that a threat?"
"YES."
"Well I can FIRE you."
"I have my contract. And it didn't include my brother's beating, either you retake that story or Evolution will get a nasty beating themselves."
"Look Matt, what's done is done okay? Just live with it and by time get OVER it! I don't give a shit if your brother is injured or not, as far as Raw is involved, he is suspended! And through this suspension his injuries are of a private note, and IF Evolution DID attack him, then it is all a part of the storyline the Raw writers are creating!"
"Then why wasn't I informed of this earlier?"
"BECAUSE Hardy, your manager didn't do his job."
"Starting tonight, AMY is my manager and SHE wasn't told about this either because YOUR creative team didn't do a shit about telling US about the whole fuckin story! And I havent signed anything about it!"
"RAW is a live show okay? This isnt like that scumhole of a show like Smackdown! WE do things differently here, and if your enemy with Evolution is really that bad, then I guess that bounty is REALLY for REAL. And if you are trying to file a police-report, it wont work! Because they will stamp it like a WWE Storyline and YOUR contract, which has YOUR signing, clearly states that you are the property of World Wrestling Entertainment and will have to do and go through the story they create for you and your character. Long story short, there isn't SQUAT you can do Matt, fight Evolution and stop being a whiner or get your ass fired. Its your choice big guy. What do you say?"
Matt heard everything the more experienced person had to say, and he was right, Matt couldn't do anything about it. For the sake of his career, his brother had been brutalized and a 50,000-dollar bounty is on his head. There was nothing Matt Hardy could do . . . nothing except fight back at the people who did this to him. And he knew it Eric Bischoff was one of them. "You know what I say Bischoff?"
"What?"
"With all regards to you Stone Cold, I say this." And Matt stuck his middle finger up at the Bisch's face. "Screw you." He finished before reopening the door and slamming it again.
The sudden change in Eric's face from excited to grim, was too much funny as Stone Cold Steve Austin burst out in laughter from his desk. The only thing that was funny for him that whole night, that angered and insulted look on Eric Bischoff's already stinking face.
(TBC)
(Next update, PROMISING on Tuesday The 20th of January 2004. If not, then 21st! lol. SO sorry for the delay again guys! Keep up the good reviews!)