A/N: You wanna know why this was delayed for about an entire week? Well, that's because FF.net decided to remove their 'Song-Fic' section from the website under the 'Misc.' section. In doing so, one of my 'poetry' was deleted, not only MINE but every one else's who didn't remove theirs manually. I'm posting that 'poem' in FictionPress.net as one of the original poetry, it wasn't about any particular fan writing a fiction poem, it was about ME! Lol. Yeah well since that got removed so was my account disabled AGAIN for 6 days! That's why I'm posting this tonight and not last Friday (when it was supposed to be). But don't worry that doesn't mean I didn't work the extra 6-days! I got everything written right here in my PC so I'll be posting the next few chapters on a daily basis. That is, like the next update will be on Saturday (giving u guys 1 day to read and review!) and then the update after that on Monday! Ok enough about that, I wanna say sorry and well, today I have to say special 'thank-you's to every one here! I'll just go by the posted-list and start from there! First off I wanna thank LilMary! (HeY! Just as long as ur lovin it RAW I'm gonna keep on writin' big chapters and update faster! Speaking of which, this chapter alone ain't that short now is it?) Kay! (YEAH! Love still rulez! Hehe, wow I'm just happy I could take the emotional aspect of this so deep tht it made you cry! But wait . . . ok I have to say this coz I joke a lot, in other words I'm an idiot so: did you cry in happiness or sadness coz it was just SO bad? Lol. Nah just fooling, thank you for crying! Lol. Y'know I just love it when you say stuff lyk tht! Thank you and yeah, I too believe that the last chapter was one of the best ones yet coz I had a blast writing it! : ) chrissychick219 (thank you! Ur story is also very cool! Can't wait for YOU to update soon! : ) Blake (Hey man, yeah I think I have to agree with you that kids like me shudn't write something as mature as this. But I think you should tell that to Dan Derek! HE was the one who bragged over me for being a better writer and said that the only way to judge weather or not I am a good writer is only when I have a successful Drama/Sex story! HE for the love of God writes them and HE is 15! And I think I have 'clue' coz it looks like the people who r reading this really loves this DESPITE the fact that there r raping involved. Because over all this is a drama/romance fic and if the sex part offends anyone they should just stop reading because the rating is just there: R. But thanks for reviewing and letting us know that people still cares about the kids these days!) Heather (HEY there! Well thank you for reading the story and glad that you loved it! Yeah the time when it got offline for a while was really stupid because I lost 75 reviews there! But now, thanks to the wonderful ppl who has the hearts to keep on reading, I think the story is reaching that 75 point! Yeah I have to agree that Matt and Amy are the cutest of pairs! Above Jeff and Trish, but they all look cute! My third WWE-fave-couple has to b Hunter and Steph! Either way, enjoy the next 'couple' of chapters as the story nears its end! : ) ME and Definitely Not You (Exactly! The bigger the better . . . I think. Lol. It's alrite if your review is late coz THIS chapter is late! Lol. Aat least you took the time to comment about it and that just makes it as special as your words! Thanks! And um . . . isn't this 1 BIG girl? In the words of Stone Cold Steve Austin I'd say: Hell Yeah! Yeah . . . you'll see abt the Matt-Amy fact in this chapter! keep readin! Lol) Chloe (er . . . aha . . . I think you made a mistake: Not girl, GUY! BOY! The male animal! Lol. I'm a 14-year-old Bangoli boy! But thts okay, was it something I said tht u thought I was a girl? Lol. It's alrite, no worries. I think just because my penname is TheNav ppl get confused weather or not I'm a boy or a girl coz well . . . Nav is a shortened form of a bangladeshi name! LOL. And yeah I do have to thank you a LOT coz you said I was one of the best Matt-Amy writers ever! GEE wow! I mean, whoa. Thanks for sayin tht, its makin me blush! Lol. No thank you very much for that!) And finally kAte (I had a problem with my account again! [explained above] sorry! Hope it didn't brush off too much of the entire Loving You RAW feel!)
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Chapter 26
She forgot about everything, time simply just didn't matter anymore. It felt so good to just lay there next to him, cuddled inside the sanctuary of his strong embrace. Amy felt secure with Matt. How odd it seemed that with an instant he was able to make her smile and forget everything, love, Amy believed what it was. And true love is never separable as she heard so many times in those little fairy tales when she was a child, now those fairy tales seemed so real. If true love wasn't Matt than she had to say it couldn't be anything else. He came back to her; the surprise had to be the best one to last for her entire life! And now, they laid there together under the warmth of the comforter and that of each others arms, safely away from the cold windy weather that somehow started to snow once Amy woke up. She couldn't help but smile, and keep on smiling, though her eyes were closed until now, they popped open at last. There was music in the background, had to be from the radio that was still kept on.
Slowly she looked at Matt to her right side, actually she looked over her shoulder and upwards as his arms were around her body and his thigh above hers. She twisted her neck back and looked at his sweet little face, she realized just how wonderful he looked while sleeping, it really gave in the beauty of him. Her dark red hair was folded everywhere from his neck to the pillows, and the sheer feel of the sweated skin against her own was more than comfort. She just couldn't keep away from grinning at every memory, how foolish she felt that Matt would ever leave her! Amy knew now he would never do that, not her Matthew. They made love so beautifully that morning it made her believe that true love was really unbreakable. Every word that was said in that mysterious song was absolutely and 100% true, she felt that, she lived that. Thanks to Matt Hardy she understood the true meaning of love. It made her smile grow bigger as she stared straight ahead towards to the only window in the room. It was snowing, when they slept about . . . who knows, possibly hours ago, it wasn't snowing as hard as it was now. It looked so beautiful, despite her favorite season to be summer, Amy acknowledged the beauty of the snow as it softly fell to the streets below, though she couldn't see that. She only saw the flakes floating down.
Everything seemed so perfect, it was exactly what she needed, the pressure she felt was now gone. Matt Hardy still loved her! What could be better than knowing that the person you love will always be there for you and love you back? Amy turned her head and kissed on his rough chin, smiled and noticed he hadn't shaved. It was sorta hot that way, she thought.
She knew there was just no chance for her to sleep anymore, excited? Hell yeah! She was too excited to be with Matt, and anyhow those stressing tired feelings were now long gone. The redhead used her elbow to push up from the warm bed and turn around to face her man. Matt moaned and swallowed at her movement and released his arms for her to get up from that cuddled position. Amy rounded her right arm around Matt's laid head and pushed herself further up the pillows to actually sit on the bed, leaning against the soft but 4-sized pillows and turning to face Matt who now laid in the scented valley of her chest. Amy giggled in touch when Matt wrapped his hands around her curved waist and pulled her closer to his face, completely burying his facial structures inside the softness of her huge breasts. She only dropped one kiss on the middle of his hair down bellow and remained in that way. The blanket was covering her lower body and some of it was also part of her upper side, but it was Matt's face that was the actual source for her bosoms to be shielded, not that Amy cared about her being nude. This was the man who owned her heart, this was her soul mate, she —wanted— to be with him in that state. For the sake of God she only woke up from a sleep that was the result of the best sex both of them ever had. It felt very right.
She smiled again at the sight of how homely Matt looked, he had already settled cozily in his new place, every breath he took made her smile brighter. His breathe was touched by the very core of her chest, through the sensitive spot of her boobs, her secret and ticklish place and for some reason she thought Matt was doing this on purpose! She loved him. She was toying with his strands of hair, gently, very gently massaging his scalp and going down the nape of his neck. It was true Amy thought, Matt purified her in every way, he purged those inappropriate memories off her mind and made her a better woman. He made her overcome the worst time of her life with his love, can there be any other person like that in the entire universe who could do that? 'No, it's only you Matty, I love you.' She bent over to give him another peck on the head before looking down and helplessly keep on smiling. Amy kept on looking, and smiling and toying with his head, she listened to the music that played on the radio . . . it was okay but . . . nothing like that one. The one Matt had dedicated for her, she listened to the slow pop that played but more importantly she thought about how her life had changed since Matt came to it. 'Love at first sight' she thought, during the short time when she trained with Matt and Jeff before getting the contract for ECW she always had a brief flirt going on with him. Over the years those flirts changed, when she came to the WWF she knew he was the one, and now they really are the perfect pair. She sighed, wondering about the special times with the Hardy-Boy,
There was something else in the music, the song had ended and the DJ was talking again. "Well, I guess that's just about to wrap it all up guys. Hope ya'll had a blast, I'll be back later tonite with more of YOUR requests right here on station 54 ya'll! But don't turn off that switch just yet coz da Rock-Hittah J-Z is comin up next so stay tuned!"
Amy didn't know the first or last thing about this J-Z guy, she didn't care . . . it was starting to get relaxing again. This was such a beautiful moment she wanted it to last forever, Matt was awake, she heard him waking when she moved. And the moans he gave out while her hands worked on his tensed neck really confirmed it. She was more than happy if she could drive out those tired muscles on his neck and shoulders, he worked so much, defending title matches after title matches day after day. Even tonight there would be a title-defense against Test! With the motion of her fingers, Amy pressed upon his hard muscles on his nape, then with his moans she doubled his shoulders with her other hand now helping in for more pressure. "Ohh . . . yeah . . ." She heard him groan, Amy smiled at it and continued with her skilled treatment.
"Ugng . . . ahh," He couldn't talk for the extent comfort she gave him! Plus the fact that his mouth were buried deep in her breasts.
But then, something unbelievable happened when the radio shouted in the 'Frantic' song of Metallica and totally ruined the entire moment!
Amy almost jumped at the sudden sound and quickly stretched further to the radio that was on Matt's side of the bed. She reached for the button with her hand, "God!" She blamed the machine for terrorizing such a good mood!
"Mffph . . . let it go." Matt finally spoke from inside of her while his arms stopped her struggle, Amy returned to her original place on the bed while Matt reached behind him to tap on the power button to permanently close the now-disturbing device.
"It SO brutally terrorized everything!" Amy cried with a sad look on her gorgeous face, "Aww . . ."
Matthew rolled back to his place in her chest and looked up at the divine figure that looked down, "It terrorized nothing." He told Amy and wrapped her waist around with his strong arms once again, this time pulling her body to insert his entire mouth and swallowed a full gigantic globe of her right breast. Washing away any other doubts in her mind with his suckling. Amy giggled and chuckled under his tickling touch, she leaned backwards a bit and allowed him to take complete control. Only allowed him to take complete control. His tongue flickered around her taut nipple, erecting it to a pebble-like hardness while she held his head and pulled him deeper. She could laugh, moan and heave her chest with every breath as Matt feasted upon her body. His other hand found its way to her other boob where he cupped it with his palm, exotically Amy felt her swelling chest raising to fill his mouth further than it already was, she was more than describable. Matt knew that only this girl, only this woman could make him feel as whole as he felt there. The salted taste of her satiny bosom filled the aroma inside his mouth. She smelled, looked and tasted so good, so perfect . . . so sexual. By now Amy was laid fully underneath Matt's body, with the warmth of his naked body she felt something more approaching her, between her thighs she felt his own hardening cock growing with her touch. She sent out a groan of pleasure when he suckled and gorged her breast with his lips, "Oh God . . ." she barely whispered out of desperation of how hotly he was now licking her entire boob. With the other hand Matt skimmed her other whole bud with his fingers, tracing around her breast he rubbed his thumb across her nipple while he suckled the other one with his lips and tongue.
Amy could wait no longer as to the sexual aspect of this attraction proved to be more than she expected it to be, they fell asleep doing this and they woke up doing the same. She felt his male-organ touching her crotch while his seductive mouth pulled and pushed onto her ample breasts. She couldn't stay with her eyes opened. Matt could barely think straight with the hot object he was suckling on, he knew he was getting hotter down there and the moans he let out to meet with Amy's he knew they were going the right direction with this. His began to muffle noises while pruning her boob with his tongue.
"Matty . . ." She shut her eyes and took in whatever he wanted to give her, but then an abrupt movement caused the breast-job to end when Matt finally let go of her heavenly valley and with his tongue he traced upwards her chest, licking and washing the soft sweated skin. Travelling higher her cleavage Matt went for her mouth. Securing his hands under her swan-like spine he locked their lips together as Amy pulled his head with her hands now once again around his neck. A jolt of shock wave exploded through her body, sending goose bumps on every portion of her skin as she felt his doing the same. She could taste her own self in the kiss but more importantly that of Matt's.
The annoying sound on the radio was slowly vanishing from existence as they kissed together in a romantic and very sexual way, entering her deeper with his mouth there were gasps of breaths but no intention to release that passionate kiss.
Amy took control over him this time; she pushed his face with her mouth in the same kiss and forcefully rolled over to pin him against the bed with her now ontop of him. She slid down his hard body and poured in the kiss to lick the inside of his lips; she felt his doing the exact opposite of it and juiced her tongue to drink in her essence. After a while of this, they finally broke the hot verb that left each of them breathless in a way they inhaled so rapidly against each other's bodies, relaxed completely.
"Good God . . . I love you so much," Matt panted in her cheek, nosing it but Amy wasn't done, she caught his lips again with a second, smaller but lovelier warp. She rolled under him to go back to their original place in the middle of the bed where she released him. "I love you more . . ." She purred in his ear. They remained like that for another good minute or so, breathing and heaving against the other's body. It felt so relaxing and so complete to finally be with each other. Matt could never live without her and Amy wouldn't survive without him. They knew that so well that explaining it over and over again wasn't necessary. One kiss said it all.
"When did you wake up?" She panted to him, rubbing against his roughed cheek.
"Just," He replied with a gasp of his own, her smell, her touch, her soft feel, she had to be the most comforting individual to make him so relaxed. He knew only she could, and that was one of the trillions of reasons Matt loved this girl. Her absence made him feel at home and gave him the encouragement he needed for anything in this world, in short without her he didn't know what he would or could do. He needed her love; he needed Amy Dumas herself.
"I missed you," She told him, every time he thought about how he left her it made his heart tear open in two. How could he? Well, he was confused, he needed to go and take a drive but he couldn't believe how much it hurt her. "I'm with you now Amez," He whispered back, "I love you more than ever before."
She rested his face to her shoulder; her hand supported the back of his head while she looked up at the ceiling above her. With Matt holding her, it was really perfect but she felt like crying, "Don't ever leave me again okay?" She said, he could hear a crack in her voice.
Matt pushed away from her shoulder to look in her eyes, her beautiful gorgeous hazel eyes, he saw a tear dropping from each of them. "I never —left— you," he confirmed and kissed those tears on her cheeks away, he saw a gentle smile forming in her lips. "And I never will." He promised her. A promise he knew he would keep forever and even after that.
"Why do I love you so much?" She asked with a very sweet smile, in a slow movement Matt once again rested his chin on her cleavage, laying a hot kiss on the sensitive tender skin on that place to make her shiver slightly and feel that tightness in her chest once again with his touch. "I dunno," He joked, laying down his head on her chest, just above the mountains of her breasts. He felt almost choked as his throat was squashed against them. Matt continued as he rubbed his cheeks on her chin, "Maybe I'm just a lucky guy," he said and laid another soft kiss on the center of her own throat. "—To have the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the world as my own." Looking up from her middle, he saw that smile tugged on her smooth lips. With her hands she gently lifted his chin so that they could be eye to eye in an equal way, she held him by his neck and looked deep in those eyes, he saw love in hers and gave back only that.
Amy shook her head, "No," she said, "I'm the one who's lucky. To have Matt Hardy to hold me." The desire she found in his eyes; in that smile that they both shared, it represented love. Nothing else, some of her raven hair was on his face while a couple of strands managed to find its way to her cheeks as he looked down. Then, he said what he needed to say; he said: "Maybe I'm lucky on my own to have Amy Dumas to hold." Lita could only grin wonderfully at his presence, "And I know I'm lucky for that." He finished.
With a slight pull of her hands Matt bent down to connect their lips once more together in yet another romance-filling kiss that would lift their souls up to the thousand percents. In the countless stars that were inscribed in the galaxies, they knew, they believed that Matt and Amy would be one. And so they were.
With a twist of their structures, Matt felt her tits touching his chest and it only made him want to kiss her more, when she felt his tip touching against her mound she pulled tighter to deepen the kiss they shared. His hands slid through the plains of her waist, while the other one lifted her from the bed just briefly pressing her body to his for their love-making to resemble just how they loved it. Soon enough they broke it, and managed to keep their breaths, as this wasn't as long as the last one. Not that it was intent to be.
He looked in her eyes again, it seemed to last a lifetime but there was something that was needed to really be done. "What's the time?" He asked her with a set of narrowed eyebrows to which Amy laughed.
"Sweetie," She softly said, "Do you really think I care for time when you're with me?" Amy had a look which Matt adored so much, of course he adored every little thing that concerned his Amy.
"Well," He sighed, "As much as I hate so say this but we gotta a flight to catch."
"Aww, do we have to?" It was her time to whine, Amy brushed his hair with her nails just to move away the strands from his face, resting back to the pillow, she had a sad look, "Please?" she grinned.
Matt denied with a frown, "Fine," she considered, "But you have to promise me more tonight!" She sternly spoke.
"Hey," He said, "What the manager wants . . ." Matt whistled his mouth near her throat, just beneath her ear, he hushed out the words: "I'm sure she'll get it with more than what's needed." And finished it off with a quick kiss to her soft skin just at the corner of her chin.
She giggled. "I'll take that as a promise," she told him and stretched out on her side of the bed and turned her wristwatch that was resting on the lamp table.
As Matt gently began to send a trial of kisses down her breastbone which Amy wanted to last forever, when she saw the time her eyes went wide. "Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed, startling Matt as he stopped and looked at her eyes, which looked at the watch, he followed her gaze and came out with the same result.
"Damn!" He shouted.
"I can't believe it! Its 3:30!" Amy screamed.
"We better get going darlin'!" Matt didn't wait another second and sat off of her on the bed while Amy stretched in to put the watch back to the table. If it weren't for her body his shaved lower part below his stomach would've been very visible. But there was no one else in that room so it really wasn't that big a deal. But the time sure was. "Exactly!" Amy told him back and rolled off the bed.
"I need to take a shower!" She said, "Me too!" Matt countered. "Okay look, I'll be in the bathroom you start packing the bags! We'll . . . switch!"
"Gotcha." With that approval Amy ran to the door-less bathroom and entered the glassed shower while Matt quickly put on the first thing he could find: a pair of half-pants.
About as fast as he could move, Matt opened the closet and threw in all the clothing he could find of his and Amy's in each of their hand-carrying bags. With all the shirts and Ts he could find, Matt dropped them all in his bag, the silver-violet V1 jackets, the MHv1 shirt and everything else in between. Minus the one he would wear which was a pair of black gym-trousers made popular by The Rock and a black jacket with an inside of a white T. He dropped all of the undergarments in each of the respective luggage and chained it. The rush of time wasn't actually a favorite Matt-Fact he used on the RAW shows; normally he always wanted time to pack his bags. But nonetheless Matt knew he wasn't feeling sorry or irresponsible for anything. For Amy, a few hours meant nothing. He started running towards the bathroom but then realized that he still had that boxer on, so he pulled it off, opened the chain of his bag, tossed it in and ran to the shower which Amy was still using.
When he reached the glassed door of the shower, he saw a glimpse of Amy shampooing her hair through the hazed glass; he saw only her figure. She looked hot either way. Matt opened the door, knowing she would never lock it, entered, closed it, locked it and started using the falling rain.
Amy was brushing her hair with her fingers with the exclusive shampoo when Matt ran in. "Did you pack my overcoat and the blue jeans?!" She screamed for her voice, the strong current of the water was too much of a noise since it was on full speed. "NO!" Matt shouted back, "I thought you would wear it!"
"You're right! Thanks!" Amy yelled, "No problem! I left the white pair of bikini out as well!" Matt informed her while trying to use the shampoo himself. "OKAY!"
Amy placed the shampoo container to the side and lifted up the soap and used it around her hand. Then she stopped for a second. "Matt?!"
"Huh?" He tried looking at her but the white foams on his hair fell on his eyes,
"I think this is a 'couples-only' shower!" Through the blurred smoke she could see him smile, the water was warm and as it felt on her shoulders she could feel the hotness of it. Speaking of hot, Matt's muscles looked so tense as she noticed just then. He looked hot! She thought.
"Well . . ." Matt shouted with a smile, "This IS a couples-only room!" He saw the blush in her face, he loved it when she blushed.
"Matt?" She called while foaming her hands with the soap very largely as if readying it for a scrub. When he looked to her, almost finished with the shampoo, she said to him; "You need to wash up too right?" He nodded and she smiled more. "Then come here!" Without a second warning or inform she pushed herself on him for another sealed kiss. While the water poured down from the ceiling Amy used both of her soaped hands to grab a hold of his bare penis, she could feel it hardening under her grip so she started to work around it. Rubbing the soap on the most sensitive places to 'clean up' any of the spasm that was left there. She squeezed it first, while letting him do the work on the smooch, Matt's hands found their ways to push and do the same to her perfect bootie, pushing and pulling and enjoying everything she was doing while giving some to her as well. His hands were around her body, her arms, which was slid inside his arms and down all the way, the water fell from the top to wash away any other kind of dirt. When she was done with his cock, there was something else she felt, as her own breasts were being soaped by his palm, and the kiss never being broken, she felt a thrush of cum exploding in her hands in a small amount. When she looked down to see what she caught, Amy Dumas smiled at her man's sudden re-announce. Matt shrugged at her while Amy shook her head and pushed on for another kiss and a few more 'washing' on other parts of their bodies.
~ Minutes Later ~
"Y'know I think we took to much time 'washing up' than packing." Matt and Amy were now fully dressed for their journey, with Matt wearing the black leather jacket complete with the black-pants and the shades to go on with his retro 80s style look. While Amy herself wore a black overcoat with the now-applied brown lipstick and a brush of gloss to give her pout lips a light shine as her hair was held in place with a beanie-cap for the locks of flowing red hair to shower down her two sides and fold on her shoulders. Inside the warm over coat Lady Dumas had on yet another fine black piece of clothing: a tight blouse to go over her white set of bra, they rushed out of the elevator to the reception for checking out of their hotel. "Oh c'mon, mornings like these I'd say I was ready to leave after breakfast!" Matt responded to his girlfriend's comment about the 'shower'.
"Actually," Amy protested to him, "It's way past our normal lunch hour!" He could hear her give in a little chuckle.
"Well I'm not complaining!" Matt laughed at his own joke while Amy sighed as she walked past the manager on the reception with her bag while Matt carried his on his shoulders. "Checking out, Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas please." He elegantly handed over the keys of their special room to the guy who had a rather cheesy hairdo.
Amy waited for him at the door; she had the oversized backpack hanging from her hands as her trademarked Guess purse was kept on her shoulder. The only piece of jewelry she had on was the new Lita pendant serving as a silver necklace. Heaving another sigh, she looked around while Matt signed for them, there was already a short gathering of fans just outside the hotel. "Done?" "Yeah! Lets go." With Matt's cue the Hardy boy and his girl didn't wasted another minute to proceed towards their car. "How much time do we have?" Amy asked him just before leaning against her side of the car; Matt answered: "About 20 minutes." And after removing his sunglasses by her hand and giving a little farewell smooching just outside the tall hotel building, Amy thanked him.
"For what?" Matt asked with a smile while her arms were still around his neck, "For taking care of me." Her words melted under his lips once again when Matt softly give Amy Dumas another brush against her lipstick, rubbing away some of it into his, which she licked away without a second thought. There were 3 fans waiting for them to sign a few autographs which the couple happily did and took one picture with the three of them just before dashing in the rented vehicle and driving off to JFK International Airport for their flight to New Jersey. Matt was the one who took the wheels.
~ North Carolina ~
As Matt and Amy's car was absorbed slowly into the NY horizon, another car faded out from another foggy thick distance, this side of the country was Cameron North Carolina and once again the attraction is set upon the standing house of the Hardys. With every gentle breeze another rain of snowflakes created a frozen pond around the corners of this house, and the only three occupants currently were a pair of one boy and another girl . . . and their dog.
Trish Stratus's voice could be heard from across the insides of various rooms. And by the sound of it, it seemed she was having a great time with an old friend, the second —male— voice belonged to the guy who owned the place: Jeff Hardy.
The couch always serves as a very comfortable piece of furniture when its snowing thunderously outside and darkening the bright skies with lairs of cloud. The sofa gives you the warmth and feel as if you truly are home. Adding a few glasses of hot cocoa, some plates of chocolate chip cookies and a warm blanket to cover all the open places around the carpeted floors and other single sofas on the sides, and you have a traditional cozy nest just in front of the TV to watch your favorite show with a friend. Trish and Jeff did just that, of course the third company being the napping puppy Mason who just laid flat on his back in the corner of the couch, the food was placed perfectly on the coffee table just in front of the two. "I can't believe Shannon really did that!" Trish laughed at Jeff's stories while the old collection of WWF Pay-Per-Views played on the DVD set. "Yeah . . . you know him. A complete idiot when it comes to poems." Jeff completed his words with a smile curved across his face. Trish was enjoying the jokes with all sorts of giggles and laughter, it was just something she missed for a long while. The current story was about Jeff's poems and Shannon Moore trying hard to write one of his own but which only came out as that old Poem=Hoem kind of pronunciation. "So what now?" She rested her chin on her forearms, looking at Jeff who sat just sat against the pillow that separated the two. Trish wearing a cotton white T-shirt that said 'Hysterical' on the chest with the pink pants-part of a pajama keeping her lower body safe, Jeff would swore she looked hot but he treated her like a friend until now. Jeff wore a striped shirt and his white set of trousers but the cast up to his knee kept his right leg covered anyway. "I dunno," He told her, "I wasn't expecting YOU to drop by but . . ." She could clearly see a smile that showed something more, Jeff gently tapped her on her arm, "I guess I sorta missed you." Trish smiled back, with the locks of golden hair falling off her head, and mixing with Jeff's own blonde strands, Trish felt it was the time. It had to be, she came here to confront her fears, and she needed to talk to Jeff about that and not some party that happened a few nights ago. "Boy," Trish smirked, "This really doesn't feel awkward at all."
"Was it intend to be awkward?" Jeff asked back with a raised eyebrow, somewhat mimicking The Rock which Trish adored so. She shrugged "I don't know," and took a sip of the molted hot chocolate that was on the coffee table, the TV kept on playing various matches of Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart from the 90s era. This was the full collection of Wrestlemanias from 1989 to 1999. The 'Silver Age of the WWF' as many named them.
The program was in mute, but no body was really watching the visuals because of the thoughts that occupied their minds. Jeff could almost punch himself in the face for trying to ruin a friendship as strong as this, he felt somewhat guilty if Trish really refused to give him that love back, that feel of sorrow reflected in his face as his smile slowly ate up inside his facial muscles. "Trish . . . I ah . . ." But he couldn't find the right set of words, the appropriate sentence to start this type of an interaction. When she looked back at him from the table sitting properly Jeff's minds blew off; she seemed so beautiful that it made his heart ache in pain to think he would ever do something to bring pain to her. After all, Jeff knew how it felt when you are in a good relationship with someone and feel as if everything would go just fine, but then, someone else interferes in that relation and breaks it. At times that can be good, depending on how much the third person loves you, but other times it can be the most hateful subject to come across one's mind. And if he would ever do such a paining thing on her, Jeff didn't know what he would do. Suddenly he felt like dropping the subject straight.
"What?" Her soft voice asked with a look in her eyes he couldn't ignore. He wanted to tell her, he did on that call, but . . . now it felt like he lost that courage.
"No . . . nothing," He breathed away a heavy sigh and turned to the sleeping dog.
"C'mon tell me." She urged. Trish leaned back on the couch with the cup in her hand, she knew exactly what he was trying to say, and in her heart she wanted to hear it again. She knew she wanted Jeff Hardy to say the three words to her, in the gentlest way possible, and she knew what her answer would be. Jeff could feel her hand giving him a tight grip on his shoulder; there was something in her movement he found rather pushing. Trish placed her cocoa back on the table and retrieved her legs to slide inside the sofa, the welcoming comforter was wrapped around the entire base of the couch and gave them the snuggled atmosphere. Trish squirmed closer to him and trailed a hand on his chin to guide it towards her face. With a whisper, she asked him the same question Jeff wanted to let go: "What's on your mind?"
But the younger Hardy wanted to clear things before rushing into that sort of involvement, it had to be that, by what Trish was trying to do Jeff could guarantee the same words were fogging around her mind as well. Gently he pushed her away, to Trish's surprise of course. "You're right," Jeff began speaking, and for a while he was glad that the television was soundless. "This isn't awkward."
Trish smiled with a mix of confusion struggling in her eyes, "And?" It was her time to raise an eyebrow.
"And . . ." Jeff said, "This is linked to what I had to say two nights ago."
"The call?" She asked,
"Yes."
Though Jeff couldn't notice but Trish had her colored fingers crossed for good luck. She begged God to let Jeffrey Nero Hardy say what he needed to say.
"Trish . . ." She knew he started to share his mind by the way he mentioned her name, for Jeff, it was hard to recall every set of words. It was hard to express what he truly felt in conversational form, normally he would write a poem, but he needed to do this now. He had to say it to her, and he couldn't back out, not now, not after all he already said . . . not after all she already started. "That night when I called you at your cell? I . . ." He stopped for a brief breath, "The words that I said . . . they were . . ." he paused. For a reason he paused. That reason was the slight remembrance of all that occurred in the past, this was the time of a positive and a negative answer, yes or no. If she felt the way he did, she would understand and would agree to his yes, if not, than her heart would break forever, and if her own answer was negative than his no would restrain their friendship. Trish herself knew her own answer was yes, positive, she wanted to hear that from his lips, her eyebrows were both up, YES or NO? What would he say? Then . . . Jeffery realized what he needed to say, the god damn truth! No affair, friendship or any kind of a relationship could last with lies. He knew that all well; it was time for the truth. "Trish Stratus," He said, using her common name and not the full one, he held her hand in his palm. "The words I said on that call, they were all true." He could've paused to see her reaction, but his mind and soul was racing to prevent that, "From the day we met to this day, I loved you with all my heart. Never less, even when we broke up I still had feelings for you, and I still have them now." Jeff could've sworn his heart stopped beating to see what her reaction was . . . now of all times when he finally blurted it out. He looked at her face, searching for an answer, anything that would settle this once and for all. He found nothing, she sat there, possibly shocked. Trish didn't say a word but look into his eyes. And despite her being older than he is, she looked like a teenage girl just learning about the possibilities of life, she looked cute and at the same time she looked gorgeous. She seemed beautiful and at the same time frightened.
They sat wordless in their mouths.
Jeff didn't know how long they had been sitting there, looking at each other, but it seemed more than 1 eternity to wait for her answer, what was keeping her? He thought so much, it had to be a 'no' there just wasn't any other way she was sitting there like that. He said nothing. Slowly, he —saw— a tear forming in her blue eyes, spreading its way to fill her eyeball. But then . . . she said it, she said something that was reacted instantly in both of their hearts.
"I love you too, Jeffrey." 4 words which meant so much to him, Trish lured herself forwards and locked her lips with his, tasting him after so long, she could sense this is the one for her, she could feel it in her heart. When Jeff's arms found their way to cuddle her in his grasp, Trish sank deeper into his pit to kiss away any other thought in their head. The pillows and blankets kept the entire atmosphere in a cuddling feel, it was just perfect when she pinned him to the couch and started swapping away, keeping notice of his bandages of course, Jeff found that it was all a nightmare that ended. Finally he had Trish Stratus in his arms, he knew this love was real and not just any on-stage chemistry, it was love and he found it in her. The cocoas and warm surrounding wasn't needed after Trish came to his world, he had something else to keep him hot.
~ New York ~
Though not quite in the Big Apple, above it in the clouds flew a Bowing 747 Airliner, creating noises in the air on which it floated. It's destination was New Jersey, not too much miles to cover as it wasn't —that— far away. A 30minute time limit but only because the passengers had to come out of the plane and get their luggage from the airport if necessary. For Matthew Hardy and Amy Dumas, this wasn't an issue to waste time troubling on. They had the perfect seats to suit their title-holding names in the list and as usual, it was hosted by the WWE. Amy sat towards the window, next to her boyfriend of course. Even though the outside view showcased beautiful scenery of the New York City through the mists of the clouds, she could feel her heart was distracted by another. It had Matt Hardy's own heart in an emotional frame that also included their souls. And that frame was made out of the simplest thing possible: love. Nothing more.
Her hands were wrapped around his left arm, making Amy gluing to Matt and making him feel she was safe with him. Amy would rest her head on his shoulder from time to time but right now she lifted it off of it's broad structure. She glanced to his hand to see exactly what kept her jewel so occupied. "What's this?" Her voice was so soft; you could eat crackers off of it. Matt looked to his side to see Amy mentioning the CD box that was on his hands. "I was just reading the lyrics," He gave her a smile. "Y'know," She faintly smiled back, it felt so great to see that he loved her so much, it was magical (words taken from one of the reviewers and I think you know who!). "I think the 20minute delay was actually a good thing." Amy's gorgeous brown eyes couldn't stare away from his black ones. "Well . . ." Matt whispered back to her in the same way she spoke, loud enough. "It did give us the chance to get some bite at the BK store and this . . ." Following Matt's gaze down to the CD cover, Amy saw the Westlife 'Unbreakable – Greatest Hits' album in his hands. The same songs were in there; the songs she heard and knew were the words of Matt's heart. "Yeah . . ." Amy started to blink away but never loosing her cornered-pout of her lips. "The FLIGHT delay did give us a little more advantage over the food issue AND the CD . . ." He could see those little gaps in her cheeks, that formed whenever she smiled truly, Amy continued: "—And you don't even LIKE pop songs."
"These aren't pop songs." Matt interfered in her moment, but knew exactly what he was going for; "They're Love Songs darlin', pure love songs." His smile engulfed in hers and she could breathe his oxygen, they were so close. But she had one more thing to say; "But I wasn't talking about the airport delay," Oh yeah, when the two came rushing to the airport after giving away their rental, they saw the flight had delayed 20minutes and gave them the time to get a quick lunch at the food department and Matt even went through to the Duty Free section to buy the two the CD as a symbol of their time here at New York. Right now what Amy meant was their delay in the hotel. They leaned on closer to seal in a small peck in the lips, but a voice . . . or a cough . . . disturbed.
"Ahem," the third, female voice came to their ears to break the never catching kiss. "Sir, Ma'am, would you like a drink?" The flight attendant asked with the trolley full of juices and etceteras. "Would you?" Matt asked his other in a kind manner. Amy nodded and took her drink, which Matt handed, and gained one for him after the hostess left them with peanuts and a few sandwiches that no body liked. The Sensei of Mattitude took a sip of his orange juice and flashed a face of disgust, "What?" Amy asked.
"You know,"
"What?"
"—Matt Likes Pulp In His Orange Juice! It was a Matt Fact a while ago on Smackdown!" His girlfriend laughed at that remark. "Well, welcome to RAW," was all she could say. Despite Matt being on RAW for so long already. The pair enjoyed each other's company as the day elapsed and their plane came to a land. Not far away from NY . . . it landed on NJ. And tonight, Matt knew he had scores to settle with a lot of foes he hated. Mainly those enemies had the shape of Evolution and their pet: Chris Jericho.
~ Later that night ~
"And his opponent," The voice of Lillian Garcia clearly spoke to the RAW-labeled microphone in her hand, joined her in the ring was the official of the match, Mark Henry and his valet Teddy Long. The show had already begun. There was a countdown on the main screen of the arena, while the sold-out arena of the fans waited for their first match of the evening to begin; they saw the letters Y-2-J above that countdown. "From Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada, weighing 231pounds—" And so, with a respectable reaction from that crowd, y2j's figure slowly posed at the titan tron of the arena. He twisted around once his name was announced: "Chris Jericho!" "Oh YEAH Baby!" He shouted to no one in particular, he knew exactly what he needed to do tonight. Matt Hardy or Jeff Hardy, it didn't matter who the hell wanted a piece of him, Jericho had his arrangements already complete.
Backstage, there was actually another view worth seeing which the fans couldn't. The politics played behind the scenes of every single show really gives a better sight to the REAL WWE. And even some locker-room members believed that it should appear on TV since RAW was live, but the WWE didn't want to give a bad example even if how corrupted they really were, the RAW staff just couldn't let the world see how Evolution really ran the place. Sure, it's showcased pretty well on Live TV each week but those are parts of segments, obviously the family-relation of Triple H with the big daddy himself gave him some extra bit of respect from Eric Bischoff. That was why Bischoff never considered starting an argument with Evolution and let them pass away . . . afraid he might loose his only job. Being on TV really rocked his world. But as for the other guy; the vigilante of the show, he would give shit before being scared to be fired by someone like Vince McMahon. No, for Stone Cold it would take a lot more than just some son-in-law of the chairman to scare off him from his duty. As the new Sheriff, he took his job seriously. Steve Austin was checking on some of the papers prepared by his General Manager and he needed to give permission to those. One of them included the note 'Excuse Dave Batista from tonight's event.' "God Damn," He cursed out loud. He was standing near the entrance of the stage, leaning against the spiral stairway that leads to the ring. Austin sighed out a disappointed breath, there really was nothing he could do now, he had to check that and excuse Batista, besides Dave wouldn't BE here if he denied the request anyway, he already tried that last week. "Yeah sure," He mumbled, "'Excuse' your self." He ticked it and continued to read what followed that sentence. Basically he had to tick 'yes' on every single request himself, because he had no other choice BUT to tick yes, it concerned tonight's show and most of it were excuses for those superstars who couldn't make it and had to change their matches to some other day. Like Randy Orton, his match had to be removed from tonight's list. Sighing again, he ticked that one out as well, and wrote on the [conclusion:] part that it would be moved to Sunday night's House Show at Canada. Maybe that'll give Christian a boost, he thought.
From the corner of his glare, the sheriff would see the form of two familiar figures approaching through the parking-lot area only a few branches to the left, "Hey guys," He said without removing his look completely away from the hard paper-backing on his hand. "You're late." The Rattle Snake finished his last checking of the night and looked up to see Matt Hardy and his manager, Lita, standing in front of him. He had a tired look on his face, "Delayed flight." He would answer, to which the sheriff smiled sarcastically, "Yeah, what else is new?"
"I dunno," Matt shrugged his shoulders with the bag still across it, "You tell me." Before Austin could answer Amy stepped up and said 'Hi' to him. Austin nodded. These kids looked really cute together, he thought often, they really had that chemistry they needed on set on segments, in the ring when performing, it was just great to know that they were really into each other after all these years. To think his relationship with his ex wife Debra really didn't work out as planned. "Well, for starters its Evolution causin' all the blow-jobs again."
"Yeah?" Matt laughed back, "What did they do this time? Ran over their boss cause I'd want that to happen you know,"
"Nah." Austin returned the fellow locker-member's joke, "I'd like that too but I guess life just sucks, what's this guy's name . . .Dave? Batista? Yeah, he wants to be 'excused' from tonight's event. Says he replaced his managing plans with Randy Orton so . . . he ain't here."
"Great . . . I wonder why?" Matt smiled at Amy who shook her head with a flexed look. Austin could sense disappointment in Matt's reaction of the information, not that he blamed him, he knew what these goons did to the kid over the last months, beating him up for that title, and now that stupid bounty. "Well," he continued, "In turn, Randy wants to move his match to tomorrow or some other night, placed it on Sunday so I think you should tell that cousin of yours . . . Christian . . . that he doesn't have nothin tonight."
"Well I haven't seen him after that morning either. But I'll see what I can do." Matt answered.
"Well if you can't I'll do it myself. Either way, Orton just cancelled tonight's Intercontinental Championship! Ass . . . anyway, listen, Amy you'll be accompanying Matt tonight you know that right?"
"Yeah." She nodded as a response.
"Okay, and since Orton's match is cancelled we didn't go far enough to book another one so you get like half an hour to prepare Matt for the match. With Test, title on the line, you know the details. Get to your locker room you two and . . . good luck."
With another nod from Lita and a 'Thanks' from Matt, Austin saw the two heading for their special obtained personal locker in front of him. He sighed away to the other side where there were screens and a few mechanism for all those electric gimazoos and watchamaycallit on stage. There really wasn't much to do . . . everything seemed fine over there, to be honest for a while Austin was shocked to see Eric was doing his job properly. Sure, a few ass kissing of Evolution and the board members but besides those usual, he wasn't causing anything big. His hands found its way to rub his beard, an old habit for the Texan.
"Steve!" He could sigh audibly at that voice, that annoying piece of crap of a voice that suddenly snarled from his back. "What is it NOW Bischoff?" He turned with a pissed look that really showed his tired eyes.
"Look, there's something important we need to discuss. About one of our superstars changing roles. You mind coming to my office?"
He glared,
"Ah . . . I mean, ahem, OUR office."
Another nod from the sheriff led the GM to follow his phases towards the office located upstairs just to the opposite of the stage and past the locker rooms.
~ On Stage ~
"They always told me I'd be nothing, always said I couldn't accomplish the big ones. Heh, heh. You see it now don't you Mark? I did accomplish the big ones! I AM something. I am Chris Jericho! And loosing just once means nothing big boy!" They were face to face, in the middle of the ring, but Jericho's smile wasn't wiped off of his face. The bell rang, hammering in his ears as the match officially began . . . but none of them started the battle. "Why are you tellin me this?" The larger, stronger man looked down at the Canadian blonde with these words. Something was up, he wondered if y2j really had something up his sleeve, no body could trust him. Not even the heels.
"Look man," Jericho continued, "In about a minute or so I'll be out of the heel zone forever! And my only wish . . . is you big guy."
"What are you talkin 'bout?"
Jericho spread his smiles, "What am I talking about? Simple: You beat me, not badly, I'll lie down, you cover, you win. You get a title shot with the Hardy and you beat him like you would beat a rat. You win the Hardcore Championship. It's your for the count gorilla." Mind games always ended well for him.
"What the catch?" Mark Henry grumpily replied to the very promising request. But there had to be a catch.
Jericho laughed from his grin, "Oh you don't need to know that,"
"Trust me I do."
Chris smiles at his word.
"I want Hardy beaten, I can't do that. I want you to finish him off. Y'know how Evolution gets around with me, I'm pretty close to those guys, and frankly I think I got more than 10,000 bucks. Think of it as a favor, I'll be happy you get famous. What do you say?"
The World's Strongest Man gave Jericho an affirmative response with the form of a nod. Without the speakers being on no body could listen what the two were discussing, not the fans, not the hosts . . . not even a watching Austin . . . Chris Jericho knew exactly what he had up his sleeve.
~ Backstage ~
In the General Manager's room there were a few arguments heard from the outside, nothing out of the ordinary. "What the hell are you talking about?" Austin's voice yelled at Bischoff who was trying to back off. "Look Steve, it's HIS thing. If he wants to do it then why are we to stop him?"
"Don't you get it!? You can't just . . . turn someone's face around and make him a heel. We have plans."
"Yeah but don't you get it? No one's expecting this! If Chris Jericho, the MAN of the HEELS turns face . . . the fans will be blasted away! It's good business Austin, something I'm sure you don't have any experience on."
Wasn't a good move, "What did you say?" The Texan squinted his eyes to give a look that he knew scared the living balls out of Bischoff. "EASY! Easy! Come ON Steve, we're co-workers! Learn to kid around a little. Heh. I'm sure this storyline would do wonders! Just . . . sign on the dotted lines and I'll fax it to our creative team in NY. No big deal right?"
As Eric handed him the paper on the desk, Austin looked at it resting on top of the wooden table, the pen beside it. He shook his head, but picked up the pen anyway, "This will be your last permission for a major change before I make it so easy Eric." And so . . . he signed his signature on the lines below. Above it the blanks were already filled as to the three other people who needed to sign the document: Chris Jericho, Eric Bischoff, now Austin. The last thing needed was the RAW creative team, and Austin very well knew that would be nothing. As long as his sign was there, the creative people would stamp it with ease. And so . . . being, Steve Austin sighed out a breath of another disappointment. Clearly his job was getting worse. And now . . . Chris Jericho was a Face.
(To Be Continued)
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A/N: Next update on Saturday! This was actually 1 Page more than the last chapter! Review in your thoughts.