A/N: Okay, so tonight I got a lot of ppl to thank! Me and definitely Not You (Spice Girls = Yeah! Multi Talented = I can see tht! Lol), Lil Mary (Well I think u'll see er . . . read what's happening next NEXT!), XxDragon-WingzxX (Hmm . . . it does make u wonder doesn't it? Lets see if the Hardyz can get their revenge) Trish and Jeffy 4ever (Hey thanks! Amy did tell him, and now he'll react. Its almost over . . . I think.) Soul Charger (u don't have to wait anymore! Its Here!) Chloe (Why thank you for saying I'm an amazing writer! The comments you guys make always encourages me to write more. and I think u'll have to read on to know if Matt and Amy will break up or not!) and finally Angelicmfer (I posted it! thanks!). Hey I just saw WrestleMania XX like last night, I didn't see it on the actual date. Hmm, all in all it was okay but I think it cud've been better. But who am I to criticize the WWE? Rather than a fan. Any way, this chapter may seem like the end but it really isnt, im continuing so plz stay tuned!

Chapter 24

The only thing I've eaten since last morning was a bottle of water and a can of coke. But now that I think of it, those aren't —food—. I can't really —eat— water, so in reality I haven't eaten anything at all. How can I? Life just bitched on me like 20 hours ago, I still cant believe it really happened. Amy told me every detail after I collapsed on the floor in pursuit of that . . . person. Or should I say monster? God damn, I don't think I ever cried this much in my life, after I was in walking condition I sort of avoided any contact with Amy. I . . . don't think I can really talk after what she told me, the reality, it sucked. Even as I sit in my rented-car, alone in the road in the midst of a Manhattan crowd, the tears wont stop falling. The pain in my chest just won't go away. I don't know if I can talk with Amy . . . god oh dear GOD, why Amy? Why did you have to do it? The engine of the car is stopped, but my heart hasn't stopped pounding.

This really is a serious matter, those sons of bitches could only dream about trying to get away from me. They can't. If Batista, Chris Jericho, Randy Orton or Ric Flair even think about getting past me, they would be proven wrong. No, Matt Hardy won't let it happen, not after what they did to me, to her, to MY Amy. Blackmailing? I'll give each and every one of them a black-eye when I'm done.

I didn't sleep last night, I cant sleep, how CAN I rest knowing what happened? Without food, without rest, I don't think I have a chance on defending that title with Test later tonight, and I don't think Amy ate or slept either. I want her to, but I just don't know if should be near her. I . . . I just don't KNOW what to do anymore. Trish is probably with her right now, talking her through everything, I think she should tell Trish what happened, how much of a jackass that Jericho really is. He did so much to my world, so much to the people I love and care about . . . he's gonna be the first one I'll lay my hands on, no, BATISTA is gonna be the first one. According to the files Batista is accompanying Ric Flair alongside Triple H to tonight's mainevent against Shawn Michaels. So he's gonna be there, and so is that punk Jericho, I found it hard to believe that Jericho has a number one contenders match with Mark Henry tonight to face ME. He still has his balls I can see that, not that he'll have any left. He already left for the show last night, probably fled as soon as he could, good move, if he'd stayed in this town any longer I'd be already sent him to a hospital. Last time I heard Trish was supposed to go back to her hometown in Canada because there is no schedule for her in tonight's show. She's heading to St. Johns for Sunday's House Show. And as for Amy, our flight leaves to New Jersey in about 10 AM.

I look at my sports-wrist-watch that is placed on the small cache above the stirring wheel. It reads 8:30 AM, Friday the 9th of January.

God, that means I haven't talked with her in 14 hours! I still love her, I can't ever stop loving her, I still care, I know I will always care. And I already miss her.

~ Evolution ~

Though regions away from Matt and his vehicle in New York, this was the place Batista and his teammate Randy Orton was stashing out until the next show required their needs. "WHAT?!" The beast shouted at the speaker of his cordless telephone. "WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT?!" He screamed again.

"Look man, I don't know how this happened, but he knows alright? Matt Hardy KNOWS about us! About YOU!" From the other side of the line it was Chris Jericho talking, "I . . . I just KNOW it Dave, if Matt heard about you screwing his girl like that I'll bet he'll snap at ya with no remorse! He's a h0t head for god's sake!" He was screaming too.

"Then what the HELL do you want ME to do?!"

"DOUBLE THE BOUNTY!"

"What?!"

"I . . . I DON'T know! All I know is that our enemy now has a better chance. I don't want to be beaten up!" The voice was of y2j was as shaken as that of Batista's. Both of the men had that feeling of fear cruising through their minds. If it was true and if Lita really did tell her boyfriend Matt Hardy, the HARDCORE Champion, about how Evolution and Y2J is blackmailing her and how Jericho paid to beat his younger brother to the pulp, they were in big trouble.

"You shouldn't have played all 'I'm the bad-guy' and told Lita about our plan in the first place you jackass!" Batista shouted through the speaker.

"Well WHINING about it isnt gonna help anyone alright?"

"We can't just go out there and tell everyone about doubling the bounty! It just isn't what the WWE has plans for!"

"Well we'll need SOMEONE to react as soon as possible if we want to live Mr. I wanna be Hardcore Champ!"

"I can take the Hardy Boy any day!" Said Batista, "Are you challenging me on that?"

"Well if you can then you SHOULD! It'd save our butts a lot if you did the same thing to the big brother as I did to the little one."

But then realization slammed in Batista's face. "Wait," He told Jericho, "Until RAW airs this Monday there won't be any type of bounty on Matt Hardy's head legally. We need to avoid him until then, after that every House-Show SHOULD have a point where the heel-roster will collide with Hardy alone and probably injure his puny little body more than it already is!"

"That's your big plan?" Jericho asked.

"Yeah!"

"We need to talk to Eric for this, he's the one calling the shots,"

"Yeah and not Stone Cold?"

"Forget him! We need Bischoff!"

"I want Matt's title!"

"FINE! GO! Take my place as the contender-match guy for tonights show! It'll be cool then won't it?"

"Look Chris, the Hardcore Title means a lot to me, our part of the deal was for me to get that belt and you to promote the bounty through us. We did our part,"

"Are you insane!? That guy is angered, its now PERSONAL for you, you goddamn idiot! You raped his woman and you're sayin he's gonna let you go so easily?!"

"I didn't rape her!"

"You assaulted her privacy, forced her into having sex with you. Isn't that rape?"

"She continued it!"

"You started it and it really doesn't matter! You raped her, and now her boyfriend's coming for you. If you go near him he'll tear that flesh off of your body and fatally brutalize you to the point where you're laying broken in a hospital! Believe me the way that guy chased after me last night, it really gives you an idea what he can do!"

"So what are you suggesting? That I don't take the shot anymore?"

"Oh no believe me, I WANT you to take the title shot! I want you take my place in tonight's contest against Mark Henry if you like! But no, that's not what I'm suggesting. Like you said, after this week's RAW is over there will be a daily Matt Hardy beat-down in the ring with the entire heel roster on him. This way he'll be preoccupied to concentrate in beating the living hell out of us. Just avoid him for a few days, and when its time BOOM straight from his behind with another chair shot. You powerbomb his sorry ass through a table or whatever and pin to get what you want." He was laughing, to Y2J's confusion Batista was laughing from the other end!

"Oh I'm not just gonna top there."

"What are you talking about?"

"After I get that Hardcore Championship from him, his little lady will probably be screaming at his broken form. That's when I'll grab her by her red hair, pull her to the ramp and tear off her clothes so she's standing there with nothing but her bra and panty! Randy or someone will smash a chair to her back. She'll faint and I'll lift her on my shoulder and take Lita away to my hotel room . . . heh, heh, heh. Then, oh fucking hell Chris, THEN I'll really RAPE her! I'm gonna pump in the fuels until she screams in pain, screams under my touch, my touch on her sweet little white naked body. And then it'll start slowing down, slower, slower, I'm gonna lick every part of her broken body, I'm gonna bite her tit! Force the bitch to remember something for the rest of her fucking life! While Matt is suffering in the hospital, AMY DUMAS will suffer in my BED!" His voice never sounded more sinister, Batista was snarling through the phone as he spoke. He was really tensed, and when Chris looked down just below his belly, he saw so was he.

"Heh, hah!" Chris laughed, actually admiring Batista's 'vision' on the whole deal. "Hey man," He kept on wearing that smirk, "And when you're with her in the bed, touching and licking every damn freakin skin in her skinny body—"

"HEH HA! HELL YEAH!"

"Yeah . . . call ME will ya?" Jericho put out his tongue as he continued to laugh, "Maybe I'll fuck her for all the trouble she did!"

"Naw man, I already promised Randy that offer, we're planning on jumping in on Lita at once, and while he holds her stretched out in front of me, I'll start the presentation!" In his voice, Jericho heard another snarl coming from David, he enjoyed every bit of what the other man had to say. "But don't worry, we'll triple-sex that bitch!" He shouted, following the burst of laughter from Chris who sat on the chair of the waiting lounge in the airport. "DAMN hell Batista! Heh, heh, heh. Damn fucking hell! You can keep her busy in the 'birth' section while I take care of her middle. Heh, heh. Randy will get the tongues if he wants any. Ha, ha, ha. Damn as sweet man, I hope you really make sure Matt's gonna be motionless cause the torture on her will probably last hours!"

"Dayys!" Confirmed the half world-tag champion to his friend. After another while of their laughter, Batista decided to end their conversation, "Okay so listen, I'm not coming to tonight's show alright? When you go over there, you're gonna tell that to Eric. Or heck, I'll call him and let him know anyways. Randy will cancel his match with Christian or something and take my place as the valet to Ric's match."

"Fine, no problem, I'll do that. But listen, stick to the plan, until this Monday's RAW is over, we are not interacting with that son of a bitch—"

"—Or boyfriend of a bitch! Heh, heh."

"Yeah exactly! We don't need any contact with that angered ass clown you got me? I'm gonna think of something for tonight's contest. I'll let you know later."

"Alright, see ya,"

"Oh and Batista,"

"Yeah?"

"I want a piece of that dessert too . . . ha, ha, ha." Jericho never meant any fruitcake when he said that, the continuing laughter from the other end disconnected the line.

~ The opposite side of the same line ~

"Here's your luggage and boarding pass ma'am, please go to gate number 6A. You flight will be arriving in half an hour." As the man handed a card and her bag back to her, Trish thanked him. "Thank you," She said and proceeded on to follow the directions to her lounge. A sigh escaped her breath, it has been a very frustrating week, more accurately a frustrating month for the diva. At first everything seemed to go well with her relationship, when she and Chris was going out normally, occasional nights spending together and a date every weekend, it was all but normal. Until Jeff's accident took place, really shaking things up, the accident led her to spend more time with Jeff than Chris because of his injury. And then, at that morning before the New Years Eve party, that was where she finally decided to start living with him. That it was finally time for them to couple in more and get to know each other better, what she heard about him though, it really surprised Trish. But as the normal days went by, they were like any other young people in love, he was sweet to her, she was happy. Then, the feeling of Jeff continued to grow inside of her, the feeling that there might be another man in her life, another man who she knew as a boy. But that really wasn't a big deal until last Wednesday night, 2 days ago, when she received that phone call from that boy . . . that Hardy Boy. The way he really told her his real feelings was indeed something unforgettable, Trish tried so hard to say those words and return them back to him with a hug or a kiss, but Chris came to break it off completely. And now, just last night, her BEST FRIEND told her that Chris was really the guy pulling the strings on Jeff's attack? She could trust her best friend but . . . it was just unthinkable that's what it was. The more and more she thought about it, the more and more it came clear to the younger diva's mind, Chris always referred to Jeff as her 'kid-friend', and nothing more than that. He always used to make remarks about any of his talents when she talked about him, was this really out of jealousy? She didn't know; she couldn't know anything, he never told her, he RAN from her and Matt and Amy and didn't have the second thought of seeing her again. He called once though, but one phone call was all he did, he hung up soon after mentioning he had to go and that it was public phone. Chris told her he forgot his cell somewhere in the hospital when he started running, Trish had spent all night with Amy in that hospital, trying to calm her down and she didn't see any cell phones. When she came back to her hotel room after dropping Amy off, she surveyed her and Chris's room and found nothing. His wallet, his bags, the ticket, his files everything was gone. It was like Chris came to the room and left early, there wasn't even a message! Something was wrong, Trish knew by then, and she knows it by now— Chris Jericho had something very sly of a secret he kept from her. Who would she believe? Her long-time best friend, the person she bonded over the years as a wrestler or the person she just became a friend with only a short few months ago? According to what he told her, Trish knew Chris's flight had already departed by now, and since she didn't have anything else to do for one day, she knew exactly where to go.

She walked furiously through the long passageways of the JFK airport, with the glassed windows brining the brightness of the sunlight in there, when Trish looked up to see the directions once again, she saw the lounge was connected to 6A and 6C. That meant two flights were going through that same room.

"Hi," She said to the annoyed-looking guy at the checking point, "Please show me your passport and boarding ticket ma'am." The man said in a very frustrated tone, by the look in his clothes it was obvious the poor guy had been working here all night long.

A second person checked her for any metals; she came out clean; took her passport and bag and went to take a sit for a possibly brain-aching 32minutes of sitting and thinking about the foolish thing she had as a 'life'.

When Trish started her way through the field of sits, she saw someone sitting just near one of the large windows; an airline was attached to one of the gates where it said 6C. With another glimpse, Trish clearly saw who this was . . . "Chris?" She was in a gasp for words.

~ The exact side of the different line ~

Jericho wondered the possibilities that led to this unearthly situation for him. "She told him," He muttered to himself, Amy Dumas told her man about everything! Even her fucking night fucking with Dave! And if she told him that, the reality of Chris being the one behind Matt's brother's beating was probably out as well! And if Trish heard it, "GOD DAMN . . ." He whispered, but fearfully, if Trish heard every ounce of the truth she would really break up with him. He needed her! Chris needed her for more than anything, he finally won her over and they were living together! "I can't lose now," He told himself, "Not after I'm THIS close!"

"Lose what?" A startling voice spoke behind Chris's neck in a way that made him jump from his sit, of course he was jumping from a lot of things these days. "Who?!" When he twisted his head around, Chris saw that girl standing right there before him . . . Trish Stratus.

"Trish!" He exclaimed with the might of his lungs, bending and holding her hand, "Oh GOD you scared me!" That was the complete truth, "What are you doing here?" He asked her, making her sit on the seat next to his.

"I have a flight remember? But I think the real question is what are YOU doing here? Weren't you supposed to leave like an hour ago?" The blonde asked,

"Yeah I know . . . damn, my flight got delayed."

"Um hmm . . ." She could sense a bit of frustration in his tone, as she eyed him up and down, something was troubling him. "Chris, why did you run away from the hospital like that?"

He was shocked to hear what she just asked, one of the questions he wished she didn't had. "What?"

"I'm saying you practically fled in fear that Matt would do something terrible to you! What is up with that?"

His mind started working, and it conjured up something just perfect as Chris Jericho started using his Y-2-J motive, "Well didn't you hear?" He almost sounded like it was out in the open. "Matt thinks —I— did that to his brother!"

At the first word she heard, Trish was shocked and her heart skipped so many beats she almost fainted, she was speechless.

"Remember when you and Lita left to get some breakfast back in the Memphis hotel?" He asked,

"Yeah . . .?"

"Well, that's where he told me, he said that he doubted me being the one who paid those goons to beat down Jeff. Can you believe that? And . . . after what happened on the last House Show, I . . . I was sure he wanted to beat the crap out of me! That's why I ran Trish, Matt's being a psycho! A complete lunatic! He just doesn't understand that I'm in love with you, that I'm part of your family now." When Chris finished he saw it, Trish was shocked, completely wide-eyed.

"And . . ." She slowly started to speak, in her mind, the words Amy told her came through her so clearly. 'He's a betrayer Trish!' She told her, 'I told you, you can't trust him' And Trish now felt those tears Amy was shedding. "Did . . . . . . . where . . . where did you go from the hospital?"

"I . . ." Chris heaved a sigh, "I came back to our hotel room to pick up our things, I knew he would never hurt YOU. He wants ME, MY skull! I just want to be safe from him that's all. SO I took the ticket and came up here. You were with them weren't you?"

"Yea . . . yes. Amy told me something about—" But Trish stopped half way there, realizing the mistake could cause her bizarre consequences, what if Chris really was a sicko?

"Told you about what?" He asked with a squinted eyebrow,

"I . . . she," Trish needed to change the topic, she needed to save herself, after all, Chris had a pair of her keys, he was living with her in her house back in Toronto. "She—"

"Ding Dong, The flight for Cameron, North Carolina is leaving in 5 minutes, all passengers report to gate 6A and prepare for a healthy fly. Thank you."

"Saved by that announce," thought Trish. That was the pure description of her flight! "She, told me about how Matt thinks what you said! I can NOT believe that! Anyway, Chris, hunny I gotta run my flight is leaving!" She stood from her chair and pulled up her hand-carrying luggage before Chris could.

"Wait, you got a minute or so," He said,

"NO! I have to leave! I can't miss that plane! Sorry darling, I really REALLY have to go!" Trish needed to act normal, as normal as she could in that tensed moment, she wrapped her free hand around Chris's neck and pulled him to a kiss. Slicing between his tongues for possibly the final time as a real couple, but she felt his hands circling around her puffed-jacketed waist and pulling her to deepen the moment of pleasure. She pulled away, breaking his connection. "I'll call you!" She told him and prepared to run ahead the open gate, as quickly as possible and possibly be the first person to enter the damn plane. But she needed to go, she needed to stay away from him, she ran to the door handed the flight attendant her ticket and dashed inside the 747 airline.

Chris stood there, watching Trish take her leave in such a hurry, "I won't hurt you," he told her, "I just want you." The chewing gum in his mouth only made it harder to swallow in whatever he felt, it was unimaginable, but Chris felt hurt. "You're going to him," He whispered, "To 'NORTH CAROLINA' heh, heh. Nice," What he felt in his eyes was something he thought he could never have again; it was obvious Chris heard the announcing. Trish was going to Jeff Hardy's house. Turning away, Chris wiped off the single tear that escaped him somehow . . . his flight would leave for New Jersey in another 20minutes.

~ The streets of New York ~

I already started driving towards our hotel, I don't know what I'm doing but I know I love her. I love Amy Christine Dumas! I just don't know what I should do. Confused? Yeah, I guess you can say that, I am confused. The love of my life spent one night with the enemy of my career, what can be bad than that? But, she told me, if it was anyone else they would never tell their boyfriends but Amy told ME. She trusted me and I bailed on her. You fucking asshole you bailed on her! She needs me, she needs a shoulder to cry one, she needs strong arms to keep her comfortable and safe, she needs my love. He came to her room, brutalized her privacy . . . oh god, I'll kill him, I know I will. Tonight I will, but first I need to go and see her, I need to talk to her, I need to make her feel she still has me. That she isn't alone, my teeth are clenched, I don't think I can control it and according to that speed meter I'm going a hundred forty on a eighty mile zone. Through the reflection of the rearview mirror I see my eyes, red with no sleep, angered, yeah, I'm mad. What the hell is anybody gonna do about it? Batista is going to see the Ghost of Christmas Death in the form of Matt Hardy! He should be prepared.

A red light stops my speeding, I ease down, not that I can 'ease-down' as easily as its said, but I did. I need some music, something heavy, possibly St. Anger by Metallica. That's what I really need to pump this anger onto something, or someone. Through the eternity of a wait of the streetlight to change into green, I switch on the radio and flip it to high volume, I need to talk with Amy.

"Ooooooooookaaaaaaaaaay New Yorkerz! All you early-birds are prolly pumpin for somethin willld arent ya?! Well, I dunno about you guys but I'm sorta in the soft spot right now, know what I'm sayin? Heh, ehe, this next song is for all ya'll love birds who woke up early and just flipped on the bed-breakfast smash! Enjoy 'Swear It Again' by Westlife on their 2000 album!"

It really didn't sound what Matthew Hardy had in mind, not a Metallica classic, but a love song. As he waited for the light to turn green, the lyrics flashed through his mind . . .

"I wanna know, whoever told you I was letting go the only JOY that I have ever known? Girrl they're lyin! Just spin around, and all the other people that we used to know, just give it up they wanna let it go. But we're still tryin.

So you should know the stuff we share was never made to die, I'm glad we're on this one way street . . . just you and I. Jusst You and I!"

He flexed look on his face started to fade away, the lyrics reminded him of that only person. That only person he still loved so much.

"I'm never gonna say good bye, cause I never wanna see you cry. I swear to you my love would remain, and I swear it all over again and I."

It said the words he felt so close, those feelings he knew which was burning within him.

"I'm never gonna treat you bad, cause I never wanna see you sad, I just want to share with you your joy and your pain, and I swear it all over again."

"Amy . . ." Was all he could whisper . . . the light changed to green minutes ago, he never noticed, the only thing that flashed before his mind was her, her face that was forever framed in his heart. When Matt pushed on ahead to discontinue the small traffic and the dozens of cursing maniacs, he remembered who he really cared about, it was indeed her. As the song continued . . .

"All over again . . .

Some people say that everything has its own place and time, even the day must give way to the night. But I'm not buyin'! Cause in your eyes, I see your love that burns internally, and you see how beautiful you are to me. No wonder I am.

SO every time we want to say good bye, but even if we try, there are somethings in this life which is denied. Which won't be denied!

"I'm never gonna say good bye, cause I never wanna see you cry. I swear to you my love would remain, and I swear it all over again and I. I'm never gonna treat you bad, cause I never wanna see you sad, I just want to share with you your joy and your pain, and I swear it all over again."

He said it this time . . . "I swear it all over again."

(To Be Continued)

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A/N: Next update on Monday! Hey hey! you'll see something you'll like! Wasn't this worth the wait? Gee, I sure hope so. Lemme know your thoughts k?

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