A/N: This is really getting dull isnt it? yeah . . . I kinda realized that myself. The original plan was to continue the story up to Royal Rumble, but I guess the drag-along is way too long. I'm thinking about shortening it and just slam in the details like from now on.

Chapter 20

His body was half outside the ring when he grabbed the microphone from the ring-announcer's hands. He called himself the new Hardcore Champion, and indeed that was what Chris Jericho now titled. The blonde man dropped the mic carelessly to the floor and raised the belt of glory above his head. Even if the name on the golden plate was 'Matt Hardy', the title now belonged to Y-2-J.

The betrayal and punishment he reigned upon Matt just a few seconds ago earned him this title, there was no chance in the created flames of hell that Matt Hardy, FORMER Hardcore Champion, could stand to his feet, let alone the strength to battle Jericho for the title.

Boos echoed through the many people in the NY audience, not that Chris cared, he got what he wanted, and it was such an easy task. He held the title to his left hand and breathed in the smell of victory, he was facing the east-side of the ring, the one where Smackdown has their announcing tables. Chris Jericho screamed out, and it was clearly heard by the fans, he shouted: "I'm the King of the Worrld! WHOOOO!" The boos only sounded more disgusted, just as Chris's laugh.

He pointed at the title, talking to the fans, "This is MINE now," He said and pouted at his own chest, "MINE!" Snickering.

The boos suddenly turned into yeas, confusing the hardcore champion, he narrowed his eyes, not understanding the reason for the sudden change of reaction. But he soon would find out why.

Chris turned around to face the biggest mistake of the night, when he did so, Chris felt someone grab his lower belly and lift him up by the other mighty hand around his waist. The grip and sudden 'lift' was fast enough to make him drop the Hardcore Title on the floor. He was screaming but felt another hand around his secured neck, this came down, forced down to be exact, beneath him sat a ready wooden table.

"THREE DEE!"

The chant of the crowd was exactly what Chris Jericho was going 'through', The Dudley-Boys had healed themselves from the chair shots when he was posing, they somehow managed to position the table and then slam in and connect their signature 3-D move. Sending Chris through the wood, breaking the table and his body to the fainted state. The fans went wild. Soon enough, Bubba Ray Dudley pulled Matt's wobbled body and placed his arm around and over Chris's shoulder. In short, they gave Matt the easy victory, '1' the referee started counting, '2' and '3!' The third count returned Matt back his title. If he was feeling it that is, the chair shot made him lose conscious.

The cheers restarted again, Lillian Garcia proceeded to tell the fans and announce the winners, and that's a plural form, of the night. "Here is your winner and STILL Hardcore Champion: Matt Hardy Version ONE!" Screaming emerged from the crowd, but the announcer had one more thing to say: "And the winner of the Tag-Match," which by the way, everyone was forgetting about! "As a result of disqualification: Bubba Ray and D-Von the DUDLEY BOYZ!"

Their music restarted as the Dudleys took the leave, paramedics ran into the ring to pick up Matt's wounded body, after all, it had been only a few weeks since his injured neck was partially cured. The referee took the Hardcore Title while the medics prepared to take Matt on a stretcher, Chris Jericho wasn't moving anyhow.

~ Cameron, North Carolina ~

He was trying for her number for hours, days. But Jeff Hardy couldn't get the chance to speak with Trish at all. "Come ON! Pick up the phone!" He shouted in the open space, Jeff was standing in the balcony from his room at the Hardy-House. "Why did you turn your cell phone OFF?!" No doubt Jeff was talking to Trish, at least yelling at her. Ever since that date with Britney at the cafeteria, Jeff was pushing to the limits to get a word from Trish. He needed to talk to her, he needed to tell her how he really felt, but for some damn reason her cell-phone was either off, busy or just plain on hold. He could send her a voice-message or an SMS but he wanted to TALK to her, really tell her how he felt, it would've been better if he could talk to her in person. But Trish had a busy schedule ahead of her and no place in her WWE-tour had the state 'North Carolina' written anywhere near.

Sighing loudly, Jeff dropped the shockproof mobile on the glassed table and crashed into a chair, burying his face in his hands, "Damn it!" He shouted to the open skies. "Shane you TOLD me she was backstage then why isn't she picking the damn phone up?!" Jeff could talk to his friend Shane Helms, he already did a few minutes ago. He even knew the result of Trish's victory over Miss Jackey in the bra-and-panty match, "Damn." He cursed again. It was about time he would give-up, he wanted to call Amy and talk to Trish via her mobile but . . . Jeff didn't want to bump into Matt's voice, not after their misunderstanding a few days back. "Maybe she's taking a shower or something," Jeff thought out loud, Trish had a habit to clean up after herself, he could her later.

Jeff sighed again and rose from the chair, taking the mobile phone with him, he entered the house.

~ New York, Backstage, Locker Room ~

Amy was so shocked to see what had just happened out there: that traitor Jericho just manhandled Matt! The sneak-tag was one thing, but hitting him with a chair and taking his title?! Sure, he got 3-Ded down a table; truth was he deserved far worse than that. Maybe a 3-D from the top of a 20ft ladder ON a 20ft ladder down to 4 tables but still he wouldn't be justified, obviously, that Jericho was a scum. The hatred for that man was clear on Amy on face, her teeth were clenched as she continued to watch the monitor, when you are backstage of a house-show you can get these advantages of seeing the live show onstage from a particular angled camera view. Amy was furious at Jericho, but at the same time, the concern for the loe of her life was far more important. The clenched look faded by that realization, the medics were obviously bringing Matt back in and taking him to the nearest hospital. She dashed out of the locker.

Exiting out, Amy Dumas ran from aisle to aisle until she came upon her boyfriend in the stretcher. "MATT!" She screamed at the sight, "Matt, oh my GOD! Are you alright? Matty, c'mon speak to me hun. Speak to me!" The medics were telling her to let go, as if Lita would listen. Her voice was almost as broken as Matt was down there, they were both being pushed by the group of people. "Matt . . . please, say something." His eyes slowly opened, through the neck-holder, Matt gave Amy a faint smile, "Don't worry," he whispered to her. "It was just a storyline."

But it only made Amy feel worse, "No Matt WHY did you have to do this?!" She barely spoke.

"Part of the act darlin', I'll see ya later."

And that was as far as Amy could go, they dashed in the opened ambulance and shut closed the doors. Leaving her behind, they would take Matt to the hospital just a few blocks from there, and it would take more than one night to let him heal out of those shots. Matt's neck was only injured a few weeks back, he returned back in action THIS week, only 2 days ago and Jericho had the nerve to do such a thing like that. Matt didn't stop smiling Amy noticed, but she knew her Matty, he would smile to even the most painful of injuries just to keep her relaxed. But that wasn't going to happen tonight, Amy's torn face was angered back to its hated one. Tonight Amy wouldn't relax until she set the record straight, "Story line . . ." Was all she whispered. And if a 'storyline' was featured in any type of RAW branded show, one man was responsible: Eric Bischoff.

~ Moments later, ~

"DIDN'T YOU HAVE ENOUGH?!" Her scream was probably heard throughout the hallways, expanding through the room. Amy's hands were pulling Bischoff's shirt by the collar, she didn't care for what this might result her. He couldn't fire her; not that she cared about being fired. Eric was involved and that was everything Amy needed to know.

"Look Amy,"

"WEEK After week you keep on doing things like these and you expect me to stay quiet?!"

"LISTEN! This was part of a storyline! Matt himself suggested about the 3-D at the end!"

"And YOU made the first part didn't you?!"

"Look Amy, my job is completely business! I do what I have to do. Matt KNEW about this!"

"NONE of this is WRITTEN in the file!" She yelled.

"YOU'RE his manager! I'm supposed to tell YOU about the storylines our creative team develops! Now, if you're not here on time we just have to skip things along! Why are you being so hesitant about this? Matt agreed for this!" Eric Bischoff's words were true, the grip in his collar was slowly released.

The only thing Amy could grumble on was: "You're just a scum Bischoff. We both know it. Tell your 'masters' that I'm not gonna just stand back and let them do what they are doing. Tell THEM to remember that." Amy pushed the older man aside and turned to exit the General Manager's office, there, she saw Chris Jericho entering with a bad move on him too.

"What are you doing here?" He had the nerve to say to Lita.

"This isn't your father's god damn property!" Her scream was loud enough for the others behind the opened door to hear. Amy really looked enraged, her teeth were grinding and her eyes fixed in a threatening lock.

"Why am I even talking to you?" Chris shouted on his own, "Eric! Why the hell did the Dudleys—"

"YOU DESERVED IT!" Amy shouted from his back, breaking Chris's own angered voice, "Listen this Irvine, if you think you can make me hold back about your and that jackass Batista's sick games with MY Matt, you're dead wrong." She slammed the door closed behind her. Giving the two an unusual look. Chris Jericho came here to talk to Eric about the Dudley's interference, his part of the deal was to GET and KEEP the Hardcore Title, not lose it and get 3-Ded! He discussed this with the GM for a long while; Amy left the arena to get to Matt's hospital. She didn't see Trish, nor waited for her to go out together. It was a long day . . . but the longest of it was yet to come. Amy decided to tell Matt no matter what, she would tell about herself AND Chris Jericho's scheme. Lita's mind was set now, after seeing so much of this, she was ready for Matt's reaction. He needed to know; he deserved to know.

~ Later that night ~

The days in New York was filled with people going about their normal agendas, during the night, like any other city, those people would go to sleep and put an end to their drastic day at work. And being a wrestler would get you more tired, your days would get more drastic than usual as you are always performing. Right now, all Trish needed was some rest. She looked at the clock in the bathroom, it read 2:52 AM. She stood before the mirror, looking at herself, the lights were on only that room, Chris was sleeping in the bed. But Trish couldn't sleep, despite how tired she felt, her world was very complicated, it's like she loved someone but at the same time thinks she belongs with someone else. She thinks she belongs with Jeff, the younger boy who she dated for almost a year, obviously there was something about him she still adored. But, then again, she loved the man that was Chris Jericho. The man she knew to be Chris Jericho atleast. Trish looked at herself in the mirror: young, blonde, beautiful, one of the most favorite women-wrestlers of this time. Next to Amy of course. She was bare, naked, without a single clothing, her nipples were tight and her senses strong. Only a few moments ago she fell asleep with Chris, reaching orgasm and all, she was extremely tired. Her mobile was sitting next to the sink, but all her heart wanted was to talk to him . . .talk to that boy . . . that boy who was now a man. She SO much wanted to tell Jeffrey Nero Hardy her true feelings. Was she a slut for that? Having relationships with two-men, having feelings for another man when you are living with someone already? Suddenly, the cell vibrated, it was set on vibration, Trish didn't like any of the ring-tones.

Slowly, she clicked it to receive the call. "Hello?" She said, wondering who might call at this hour.

"Trish?" A huffing sound came from the other end.

"Jeff?" And as if by some kind of miracle, it was that same Hardy she wanted to talk with.

(To BE Continued)

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A/N: Short, yes. I am SO much in a rush here! I got this 3-day trip to make tomorrow, and I still havent packed! Its 3AM here and I REALLY gotta log-off! Im sounding like an idiot I know, please please try to forgive me SOME HOW. I'll update on Sunday, or if not done by then, it'll b on Monday I promise! This isnt even WEDNESDAY yet! (well technically it IS since its past 12AM) but I need to post this. See ya guys and PLEASE review to let me know how things are going k? This story is heading to an end in the next 2 weeks.

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