A/N: So tonight . . . as I'm sitting infront of my PC while its thunderously storming outside (which by the way is SO FREAKIN COOL!) I'm gonna apologize for the delayed updates I'm doing lately, this time it wasn't FF.net's fault, it was mine. I had some writer's block thing going on, and it has been a HUGE BUSY WEEK! In my personal life I'm sayin, I think it'll take out like half of the a/n section if I told you that! Lol. So without a second dew I wanna first thank LilMary, ME and Definitely Not You, chrissychick and Christine (your words were so encouraging! Yours and every one else's!) Lemme know if you liked this coz I had to write it between some other work! Lol. It's a shame for me that I don't get any Spring Break!!!
Chapter 27
"What were they talking about J.R?" The King's voice spoke through the commentator's mic, he was talking about the way Chris Jericho was acting onstage,
"I don't know King, but you have to agree that Chris Jericho is a very smart guy, he would do anything to keep himself on top and I do mean anything!" Jim Ross said to his partner as the match on board continued to wrestle away but it really seemed rather odd the way they were brawling.
Jericho ran against the ropes and came back while ducking a clothesline from Mark Henry, he dashed against the other ropes and returned his phase back on the opponent with a flying forearm smash, not that the pressure in his full-body effort could even move the giant! Chris looked shocked at this, but he knew it was only a pretend as he went back to the ropes and again tried to do the same move, only this time he was caught by Henry's palm. The gorilla did what he needed and instead of slamming a move he lifted Jericho up into the air and slammed him down to the mat with a hard offence.
~ Backstage locker-room ~
"Can you believe it?" When she heard his voice speaking from just in front of the TV set, Amy almost got confused. "What?" She looked up from her file on which she was working on, being a manager and the WWE Woman's Champion required a lot of paper-work to fill. And that she was the manager of the Hardcore Champion, it only made it worse. She was just glad that Matt was so supporting to her that working with him was actually fun and all the papers would just be a minor bleep, Amy was very glad that she was with the man she loved. Matt was standing just in front of the TV; a white towel hanged from his neck. He was getting ready to work on his muscles to get warmed up for his match later on. He turned around and shook his head as the match of Y2J continued on screen, "I'm talking about them."
When she saw that glare in his eyes, she knew exactly whom he meant, "Oh." Lita paused for a second, Evolution was really a group of cowards; she knew it. And she was pretty sure he knew it as well. "This surprises you?" She looked at him while he turned away from the TV set and sat on a chair right in front of her, he said "Not really," Amy laughed out a sarcastic smile. "At least now I know Batista has the brains to stay away from me after what he did . . ." In his tone she could sense something, something very deep.
"Matty . . ."
But he cut her off, "I'll get him one day, might not be today but I'll get him." Matt took her hand and pecked it in a gentle way, Batista would always be a distraction, a thought Matt knew he wanted to burn away, he wanted to punish that son of a bitch so bad that he didn't know if there was any other son of a bitch on Earth he wanted to punish more. "He's trying to ignore you," She said to him, patting his cheek with her soft hands, "He's afraid of my Matthew because he knows what you will do to him once you get him."
Matt would smile at this and he proceeded on to say something, something to give her faith but suddenly there was a loud echo of screams throughout the arena that almost vibrated the entire building! Something was going on and it attracted Matt and Amy's attention towards the TV set.
~ On Stage ~
"Jericho just landed the Lionsault on Mark Henry!" JR gave us the edgy comment while y2j had the monster pinned, not that he wanted to.
"You're supposed to get your knee up!" He almost shouted to the opponent who lay choking, Chris barked out and went to Henry's massive legs, he told him to "Do something!" as he prepared for the Walls of Jericho.
~ Back Stage ~
Both Matt and Amy were staring at the TV set, y2j held Henry's legs and spun around to lock in a rather boston-crab type of W-O-J rather than how it's usually done. "And then there's that guy," Matt pointed at the blonde man in the screen. Amy looked at her boyfriend and saw him smiling, he said; "Batista might've ducked for cover but I still got this guy . . . what kind of an idiot runs away from a guy before he even assures the guy isn't aware of what he did?" When Matt turned to her, she shook her head, "What can I say?" Amy joked, "He has the title of a computer virus for a nick name. I think it went deep enough to effect his brain." At least she felt safe when Matt was with her, it gave her a sense of freedom after she told him everything. Now Amy can say that she isn't alone, no, she has him to look up to. She has Matt to take care of and she knows he will take care of her too. It's called a relationship, for her she knows it is a bond of true love.
Matt huffed out a grin with the words "You got a point," he finished "But I think even the two-face in this jungle needs his fate twisted." And Amy knew exactly what Matt Hardy meant this time. He was wearing a black no-sleeved top with his old V1 white print across the chest and the usual gym-pants of white stripes down the edges. His hair was fixed the way he always kept it; back brushed and tied to a loose end of strands. They looked on to the match as the faces quickly turned when Henry broke out of the Walls.
~ On Stage ~
He acted as if he was stunned by the sudden move his opponent got advantage on. When Chris Jericho went over to Mark Henry's legs and tried picking it up, Henry some how countered it and pushed y2j off with his huge legs, the stronger man then raised to his feet as Jericho turned around and stood eye to eye once again. For the many of years as a wrestler in his career, Chris always thought about what would come ahead before it ever happened. In doing so, many times he was wrong, at others he was more successful than anyone else was. Predicting the upcoming threat or alliance, Jericho would choose his allies very carefully, when he started in the WWF he knew he wouldn't be much of a locker-room fave at his rookie year. But he was wrong at that, he really became good friends with the other wrestlers and bonded with many great superstars such as Kurt Angle, Chris Benoit even made a good friendship with the McMahons which obviously led to that storyline involving the Stephanie McMahon scenes. As a result, Y2J just didn't see that it would ruin his chances with the Billion Dollar Princess, but that was the past he thought, what mattered to him was the future. And he knew he already lost another girl to Jeff Hardy –Trish Stratus, a woman he thought he truly had something going. But then again, he was proven wrong on several occasions. Starting with the beat down of the youngest Hardy just recently, the reactions of that one mistake shaped so many things in his life. Right now he knew there was a guy backstage who wanted nothing but to kick his ass and make him suffer the way Jeff suffered. Oh yeah, nothing like a big brother to close old feuds now is there? So, the only best thing Jericho would, or could, do was to keep his alliance with Evolution and wipe Matt Hardy off his list of stalkers. The first way to do that is obviously NOT to fight him in a one-on-one HARDCORE match! The Hardy's fooled him for too long, first his brother's beat down was backfired and just 2 days ago he was tricked into that major heel-brawl with the Hardy! And it was Matt himself who called for that! Leading to this: the Hardcore Championship contender's match! One other mistake Jericho knew he made was to run away like a coward in the hospital just a day ago, it made the situation with Trish worse than it already was. How would he ever get that hot blonde back in his bed wasn't actually in his mind for the time being . . . Jericho would tackle one major damage at a time, not fight against everything at once! The forces were against him in all the ways. But as of now he needed to go as he planned earlier; loosing the match. And if Mark Henry played it as he wanted him to, he would successfully squeeze out of the Matt-threat very easily. All of this flashed through his mind as he stood from a distance from the giant ape, though the crowd was screaming some way for something, his plans should go by the way of his own feelings; not those of the people. With another second of stare-down, Chris stretched himself against the ropes he was standing next to and came running towards Mark Henry with great speed. Of course, trying to make it seem like the following of the dash was a mistake; Jericho jumped —into— the arms of Henry while trying to do a body splash. The 6-foot-+ monster caught his flying body in his hands, backed up while Chris shook his head in denial but really wanting him to do it, Henry lifted y2j high in the air and dropped him on the mat face-first with a front-body-slam done only by the likes of the Big Show, Kane and other huge heel stars. He sneered at the fans and rolled up for the cover; '1' '2' '3!' As simple as that: the match was over!
"That was rather strange King," JR could be heard talking to his laughing co-worker,
"What?" King was surprised, "That had to be the most shortest match I've seen all month! Ha, ha!" As the referee continued on to raise the winner's hand, Lillian Garcia gave the announcement of the Mark Henry being the #1 Contender for the Hardcore Championship tomorrow night. "That was just weird," JR said, "Normally I . . . I thought Chris Jericho had more than that up his arsenal."
"He DOES!" King confirmed for the audience, whom the live ones were rather upset of the result, normally this match wasn't very much of a favorite anyway. The King continued on saying something which was equally weird: "He just doesn't think it's right to win this one that's all!"
"Well I still think he could've ATLEAST tried to fight!" JR said,
"Hey look at that! He's already up on his feet! Heh, heh."
~ Backstage ~
Inside Matt and Amy's locker room, they were both standing and watching the drama being played on the stage by the two heels. Matt could only shake his head in disgust, "Just how low could he go to do that?" Amy sighed. He said, "You gotta realize that he could've done more right?"
"Obviously." Amy was still in her previous outfit, with the cap keeping her head warm, she didn't see why she would remove it, and she was there for managing purposes, not wrestling. But even so, she had to go out there and accompany her boyfriend on his big Hardcore Championship tonight. She shrugged out the answer while the scene of both men exiting the ring showed on the monitor screen, the fact that this was a House Show had its own benefits for some wrestlers as they don't have to do any segments backstage. To be honest, they didn't have to do ANY segments back stage. This wasn't RAW or HEAT, it was a House Show, a RAW Brand House Show. Here, only the matches mattered. And maybe some mild announcements on stage but those were the least worry for any of the wrestlers that were shown on the TV. Amy looked at Matt who had a smile on his face; she bit her lip and put the folder, which was in her hand, down next to a water bottle on one of the benches. Most of the paperwork was done any ways. Amy motioned herself towards her beloved and wrapped her arms around his strong arms, he reacted by sliding his own hands around her waist to position in a quick embrace. "Y'know," His voice steadied while he spoke to the gorgeous creature inside his arms, "For the first guy to shift to RAW after the REAL draft, a lot of people are trying to avoid any matches with me." He gave a devilish wink followed a grin that demanded a little wick.
"Well," Amy started to think about her response to that tough statement. Something needed to pull the Hardy, she thought. "I can't see why they wouldn't be —scared— to face the Sensei of Mattitude." Through her locked yet passionate gaze Matt saw her version of a cat-like-grin. A glance he knew he thought about so often, a glance that gave Amy the extra bit of sexy look. Not that she needed any. Her hands touched the harden muscles of his bare shoulder, just outlining his strong and flexed arms to highlight what she really meant; that why wouldn't any body be afraid to be beaten by a strong "—hot, hunk like the Matthew I know." And it really was a statement rather than a question. Matt smiled at the words that came out of her dark-red lips; the way her straight red hair fell on her shoulders was just so beautiful, SHE was so beautiful it almost made him relax rather than uptight himself for what was to come. But Matt knew he shouldn't be keeping his mind occupied in love-making when he had an important match coming up, when Amy returned his smile with a faint one of her own, he gave her a little peck on the forehead which she greatly accepted.
"What are you going to do to him?" Amy didn't open her eyes when she asked him that question, she was still standing in his arms, still resting her head against his lips. "I dunno." Matt knew his girlfriend meant the man who was blackmailing her. "Let's find out." And with that only answer, Matt drew away from his potential mate and proceeded to walk towards the door, leaving her in the locker. From his back he heard her slowly tell him to "Be careful." Matt stopped as she completed her words, waving around to her side; Matt gave Amy a wink before exiting out the door. In his heart he knew she spoke the dirty truth, you can never be too careful around a man like Chris Jericho.
~ Backstage Hall ~
It was a small stairway between the backstage and front-stage, which kept the two apart. This was exactly the same place where Austin talked with Matt and Lita about a few minutes ago, right now, there were two individuals coming out from the curtains that had other plans in mind. This was the pair of the beast known to the RAW roster as Mark Henry and his manager/valet: Theodre Long. "You did great back theah!" The bald, older man was pumping up his pupil as they walked down the stairs and towards the locker room area. "YEAH!" The beast screamed out after every word his mentor told him, "And just liah dat, you're gonna go right in theah tomorrow night and win the WWE Hardcore title son!" "YEAH! Imma gonna be the NEXT hardcore champion!" "Dat's right! Now don't loose that set o' mind ya heah me? DON'T chyou dare loose it right now boy. We can be on da A-Team if you don't do wat I tell you to do!" Henry grumped out in the form of an answer for his tutor's pep-talk. Though the entire occurrence of Jericho loosing on purpose to him was kind of confusing, he kept that in the back of his head right now. Tomorrow on Saturday's show it would be him going one-on-one against Matt Hardy. And it would be just a shame if he lost there. Looking ahead the two saw their opponent approaching right now! Henry stopped walking and looked at his manager who simply noted the coming 'threat' as they suddenly opposed.
Matt didn't have any intention to deal with the two men standing in the way of him and Jericho, who he knew, would walk down from that stairway any minute. He clearly saw the two black-men studying him as if he was a demonstration or something. He ignored them. Or atleast, Matt wanted to ignore them. As soon as he came close enough to the two 'players' Mark Henry shoved himself in front of him to block the path. Matt saw that hated look in his eyes. "What do you want?" He sighed out, frustrated that these two nutcases were already trying to pose as another roadblock. Long was standing beside them.
"What we want is that title you have, you see dat clearly yet Harhdy?" Matt would play this thing nice and easy, wouldn't want to waste his energy in these guys of all people. He knew that Henry never did the talking but when it was Teddy Long doing it, Matt wished it really was someone else talking there instead of the gecko-like guy. You have to consider that Theodre Long has some big frog-like eyes. Matt twisted his head to the left to see the bald man standing there, no doubt they wanted trouble. Matt said; "You'll get your chance tomorrow boys. Tonight, it'd be best if you just stand aside and let me do my work." With that simple ending to that discussion, the Hardcore Champion slowly stepped away from the gorilla while Henry breathed out another deep, heavy breath. Possibly even smelly if Matt was standing in front of him, but he wasn't now, he walked passed them towards the stairs while the two whispered their own private conversation. Matt ignored them and awaited for the one he wanted . . . to step out from the ring.
After the whole hospital-event, Matt didn't hear about Jericho nor did he see him. Ever since the beginning when Chris and Trish began dating Matt couldn't trust the man, there was something unusual about him that really wasn't a good sign. And the fact that Chris gave his brother such a hard time with Trish and everything, made it worse for Matt to earn any kind of a good relation with him. And now, after what that s-o-b did to Amy Dumas, the only woman Matt loved, the only person he knew was there for him in every single step, after what y2j did to her, it wasn't an enigma to anyone that Matt truly hated Chris Jericho. As for Batista, every single time Matt would remember that asshole's face it made his hand turn to a fist. Hatred wasn't a strong-enough word for what he felt towards that Evolution lackey. Sure, in the past Matt had a lot of enemies, in the past even Batista posed as a threat to him ever since Matt came back to RAW, but what Batista did was beyond the limit. It was beyond durable and for that a simple beating would mean nothing, but Matt didn't want to kill the guy either. He wanted to keep on hitting him, slamming the weapon of choice onto his head over and over and over until . . . until what? Until Batista would be in a pond of his own blood? It wouldn't undo what he did, it would only give her justice, but a beat-down would never be enough for true justice. No, Matt knew justice, it was usually corrupted, truth be told, Matt didn't know what he would do once Batista is in his hands. Possibly do something to the guy that would haunt him for the rest of his life. But one thing would be for sure, not Batista, nor Chris Jericho could ever go away without getting the pain they caused to his girlfriend, his soul-mate. They would get the proper beat down of a lifetime and that beating would be so bad, so dirty that even coming across a single thought about Amy or Matt would strike that fear into them. That would be justice: A scar that would never go away; a fear that would never stop scaring. No one could know just how many times in the nights of the last few days Matt prayed to the good lord for Amy's safety, she would always be safe with him, Matt knew he would do anything, he would cross any boundaries of any lines to keep her safe.
But as of now, Amy was safe, and Batista was scared and clever enough to stay out of Matt's way, that led to only one conclusion he could do: that is to punish Chris Jericho. Did he just talk about punishment? Oh yeah, The Punisher was always Matt Hardy's top-5 favorite super heroes as a kid, (Matt Fact!) and every one knows that the Punisher never refused on a beat-down. As he stood there in the cold hallways of the arena, wearing nothing but that sleeve-less top which showed his tensed muscles tightening as the cheers lowered from just the opposite side of the curtain. Matt knew he was ready for that single punch to knock that man off the flight of stairs . . . and so did the curtain slowly lift itself up by a hand that belonged to y2j.
When Matt saw this he proceeded to take the first step up the stairs, while Jericho came out completely off the onstage gap and realized just where he came out to! "Hey there Chris," Matt had a strong voice that made Jericho stop at his own tracks. "Matt! Man! Heey! AH . . ." He had to swallow, "I ah . . . I didn't know you were . . . ah . . . in the arena! Ha." He decided not to move a single muscle.
Whereas Matt began walking up the stairs, he said "Oh really? Well, I just came and wanted to say—" But he couldn't say anything for a striking blow suddenly clobbered on his weakened-spine by a massive object. Matt was struck by a steel-pole straight across his back by Mark Henry! Jericho saw his opportunity and decided it was better to run away, he already had everything planned for if Matt would do such a thing and tried to feed him the ultimate cheesy-burger of knuckles! He heard the Hardcore Champion crash against the stairs and fall face-first into them. In other words, fall straight in front of Jericho's feet. With a smirk up his lips, Chris said; "Hi." And pushed his boot right into Matt's face, disgracing him and at the same time pushing Matt's body off the flight of stairs while he glided off the rear edge and jumped down while telling Henry to "Keep it up!" And he meant the pole-attacks. Jericho began running towards the parking lot to just to the side of Matt and slammed open the light double-doors. As for Matt, he fell on the floor while watching this action fly by him, he had his teeth clenched with anger now. Turning on his back but still on the floor, Matt saw Henry aiming up the weapon high above his head, just dumb enough to do that, Matt used his leg kick the giant man straight against the stomach with a hard effect. Forcing the opponent to tremble backwards and actually fall on top of Theodre who was screaming multiple words, Matt wasn't able to concur on what he was mumbling. With a move of his body he rolled to his feet and ran in hot pursuit to the enemy who seemed to escape. Matt Hardy dashed into the parking lot where other surprises laid.
~ Locker Room ~
She was rechecking some of the papers on her file, it had the upcoming list of match-cards for her and Matt and where the WWE was going this month up to after the Royal Rumble. She read it through over 3 times already but needed to clarify the location they were going tomorrow. Matt had to defend his title AGAIN. Sighing with disappointment, Amy wrote the name 'Mark Henry w/ Theodre Long' next to the 'vs.' symbol which was next to the name 'Matt Hardy(c)'. She wondered something for a minute or so and decided to write something underneath his name, she wrote with a smile: 'w/ Lita' to confirm her valet job for the next day. It was just great to have the man you love in the same business you are, sometimes a lot of people don't want that to happen, some people want to keep their relationships separate from work. But Amy wasn't one of them, she wanted her Matty to be with her, she wanted to be with him. That was one of the reasons she forced her to come to RAW after Paul Heyman's firing. It was Amy who requested Austin to bring Matt to RAW, Steve was the Co-General Manager back then. Heaving another breath, Amy skipped down the page to Sunday Night's House Show. Yes, there wasn't any HeAt schedule for them this week, that's why that section was kept blank. There was something rather brain-teasing about the House Show on Sunday night, Amy noticed that it was held at St. John's Newfoundland, Canada. Very close to Trish's home so it was for sure she would be going there a day early, that is . . . if the situation in North Carolina had something to do with it. "Wonder what happened to her?" She asked herself, it was true that she didn't talk to her best friend in about 24 hours or so, the last time they talked she was crying. Amy was crying that Matt would hate her, she smiled at that thought. Never would that man hate her, she knew that now, she understood that now and it felt so foolish that she thought he was gone.
But, something changed.
Amy's smile faded when she heard something outside the locker room. "Matt?"
~ Parking Lot ~
When he burst through the double doors exactly like Jericho, he didn't know he was being tricked. Matt Hardy saw the blonde man running towards a car in the open and cold space of the lot. He was running alright, running as fast as his feet would take him, Matt knew his own phases was slowing down due to the blast on his back by that chimpanzee, as he decided to nick name Henry. Matt felt the pain crawling up his spine but he wanted to fight it this time, in the hospital he was wounded, now he was just bruised not down. Slow, but not down. Matt went about halfway through the pursuit until something odd happened: about 10 security officers jumped in from the sides when Chris yelled "HOLD HIM YOU DUMBASSES!" Echoing his weak voice than it already was! The officers forced into a human-wall and blocked Matt from Jericho! But the Hardcore Champion wouldn't stop so easily. He continued to run while Jericho stopped about a meter away from the man-wall, standing and panting for breath while Matt rushed into the group, only to be held back by a force of 10 men against his own, bruised, body. "Get BACK here COWARD!" He could be heard screaming at the blonde who stood by the side, jacket in hand, smiling.
Matt tried to loose away from the group but couldn't; they were strong; Nice plan. "SO this how its gonna be huh? You hiding behind 10 men and be a chicken off it?" Matt was breathing heavily by the time he stopped the struggle, some of the officers were really strong, like brutes.
"Oh Piss-off Hardy!" Jericho's words felt like hell, but Matt only stood there. "I'm keeping myself safe from a lunatic like you!" He was smiling, "Something your little brother couldn't do."
Matt jumped forwards again with a ruthless scream, only to be stopped again by these . . . blocks. Oh yeah, now it was official that these were blocks. Again, calming himself down and standing back, Matt cooled on and stated; "So you admit huh? That it was you? You—Y2J— Chris Jericho, the first ever Undisputed Champion, you admit that it was YOU who hired that pathetic group to beat up a helpless man who was taking time off from professional wrestling?" For a reason Matt was smiling.
"YEAH! Oh in the words of Stone Cold, whom I defeated for that Undisputed belt, HELL YEAH." Matt could hear a chuckle from him. "Yeah I did it, I paid a gang of bikers to beat the living crap out of your little brother, so what? What the fuck are you gonna do about it? Remember this Hardy-Boy. I'm always ONE step ahead of you in every damn way possible."
Matt smiled.
"You see these guys? They aren't actually security-officers, they are MY personal-security guys hired to keep myself protected from any type of assault from you, your brother or any one of your lackeys who are dumb enough to face me. Keep yourself noted Matt, I'm the one holding the strings." Jericho was damn proud he had these guys in here. He had a hunch the Hardy would try to jump in on him when he comes out so he had the guys waiting at the parking lot. Truth is told; this wasn't any security-team. They were the gang who Chris hired for Jeff's beat-down. It was insane but true, they were his 'personal-security-people'.
"Y'know, for someone as scared to face a wounded man like me, you sure sound more confident than a guy answering at the 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?' show." Matt told Chris with a sly tone up his own voice.
"Yeah, yeah go on Hardy, laugh at what you don't know about. That's what idiots do, you think I lost the match on purpose tonight? No way, I'm not those guys who . . . fall for your traps oh no! On the last house show you were pretty smart to fool me into thinking I got the Hardcore Title and beat the living hell out of you JUST because you could get the chance at meeting me one-on-one in the ring wasn't it? Well who's laughing now tough-guy? I ain't fightin' NO body tomorrow, its gonna be you versus the world's strongest man and if I were you I'd be in my locker room training for what's to come." He laughed, Jericho laughed at what he was accomplishing. Sure, he loved to rub his success in skin-deep to the guy he fooled. It was his way of celebrating. He knew Matt would never be able to cross the group of ten, posing as his personal security. In doing so Matt couldn't touch Jericho from where he stood.
Matt listened to what he had to say, he swallowed every word but knew he was the one who had the upper hand. He had a back up plan himself. Jericho made his fingers into Matt's version-one sign and taunted the way Matt would: "Remember that Hardy-Boy. I'm smarter than you'll ever be; VeeeeeeeeeeeeONneeeeeeeeuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Chris stuck out his tongue and ran away to his car, laughing insanely. Matt stood there; motion less with a faded smile; it was more like a glare down Jericho's aisle of men who started to regroup and soon walked away with their own car, following their leader's own rented vehicle. In a matter of seconds, Chris Jericho left the arena.
A few meters behind Matt, Amy came into the lot. Slowly walking inside to see no one but her boyfriend standing there as Jericho's car and the 2 other S-U-Vs exited the lot through the front gate. She heard it all, every single sentence. It was rather odd to interfere because Matt told her not to come here earlier. She knew what he had planned, because she planned it with him. "Matt?" Her voice was softer than a piece of cotton, but it echoed throughout the large empty space. He was standing there; muscles tensed the way it had been in the first place.
Taking a few slow steps for him, Amy held Matt by his shoulder, she could feel him almost shaking at the legs because of the pain that was cruising through his body right now, the pain of that steel-pole by Henry. Not that Amy knew about it. "Are you alright?" She urged in front of him and looked to his eyes, they were normal. Not angered not even determined, but natural.
Matt slowly shifted his sights from the distant view of the smokes of the cars to Amy's face; he smiled. Surprisingly he was smiling! "It's done." He said to her. Amy paused and looked to what exactly he was doing. Matt shoved his hand inside the pocket of his gym-pants and retrieved a very valuable item that would surely be a good scare to one man: his cellular phone. Matt pressed a button and a rewind sound could be heard, he pressed another key on the pad and the voice of Chris Jericho displayed from it: "Yeah I did it, I paid a gang of bikers to beat the living crap out of your little brother, so what? What the fuck are you gonna do about it? Remember this Hardy-Boy. I'm always ONE step ahead of you in every damn way possible." It really was his turn to smile, Matthew looked at Amy with a raised eyebrow, he said "So who stayed ONE step ahead of whom?"
Amy shook her head with that same smile tugged across her red lips, she pulled the cap off her head to release another flock of straight raven hair fall away aside her face. "You . . . are . . . crazy." She meant that in a loving way and lured Matt to her lips to give him a deserving kiss. Breaking away, Matt could only respond to what was coming to his mind at that moment; "Crazy for you, forever sweetheart. But this little recording could just be what we need to lock Chris Jericho away in his own trap." Matt looked down to her hazel eyes; "He wants to blackmail right? Lets see how HE likes to play that game."
"What are we going to do with this?" Amy asked him, truly Matt Hardy did something tonight that a few men could: he fooled the sly Y2J and now had the power to backfire everything Jericho possessed, "We could do a lot of things with this baby." Matt told her as the two began to walk out the lot, hand-in-hand. "But for starters," Matt had a contorted look in his face that was more serious than the one he had before, "We will get those pictures he was blackmailing you with."
The night skipped on towards the other matches of the night; the one that aired shortly after Matthew and Amy entered their locker was the number one contender's match for the WWE Women's title, the one Lita had in her hands. Amy helped her man prepare for the contest with Test while the onstage match wrestled on between Molly Holly and Stacy Keibler. But Christine Dumas wasn't watching the match because she was busy listening to what had happened with Matt and Jericho, she even went on to give him a quick oil-rub on his spine after hearing how Henry had forced a swinging steel object to Matt's injured back! He accepted it in pleasure and continued up to the point where Amy came to him. After a short shower and a little dress-up for the ring-entrance, Amy dressed herself in a new gear that had her wearing a full flower-designed off-white shirt, with the buttons in her wrist opened and a tight black pair of pants to give her that hot look under the flashing lights of the arena. Matt dressed himself with that sparkling Mattitude jacket and his usual 'Version-1' look.
~ Time: 8:30 PM, Town: New Jersey, Place: Stage Entrance ~
The previous number one contender's match finished with a rather booing chant coming from the audience, both the first and second matches were complete down-raters as both Austin and Bischoff noted. Now, it was time for their first main-event of the night; as the commentators, King and JR hyped for the match which they promised to be interesting because of how Test got here in this place last Wednesday. "Remember King, if it wasn't for Kane's distraction over Booker T on the last House Show, I think Test could never even BE in tonight's competition!" Said JR to his colleague as Lillian Garcia began her announcing "The following contest is for the WWE Hardcore Championship," this was when the entire arena blacked out . . .
'Matt Hardy 0.1'
'And . . . Lita'
'Run[]'
With the sound effects of a typing keyboard, the above words flashed in a blank black screen. And with the small time for load, the voice of Matt Hardy screamed out for the fans to jump to their feet; "OHH YEAAH!"
The ring announcer started to introduce his name; not the fans of Mattitude needed it; "Introducing first: Accompanied by the WWE Women's Champion Lita, from Cameron North Carolina, weighing 225 pounds, he is the WWE HARDCORE CHAMPION, Matt Hardy VERSION ONE!" In an outbreaking number of chanting fans, Matt and Lita entered the ring and did their usual entrance when Matt jumped to the ropes and held up his title with the complete finger-sign as Amy jumped to a turnbuckle and did her version of an entrance. Matt noticed the many fans taking photos of him and Amy in the ring, some even held up the paper-signs such as: "The Era of Mattitude has begun" Or "Batista is afraid of Matt" or even the infamous "Version 1 and the Queen of eXtreme" all referring to them. The Hardcore title was placed firmly across his shoulders while Amy had hers worn around her waist, Matt wrapped her in a hug before the next competitor began his entrance: and every body knew who this was. The crowd slowed down.
Test's theme played while Garcia did what she had to do and introduced the challenger whom not a large number of fans were cheering for! "And the challenger," She said, "from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 280 pounds, TEST!"
"You can just see the way his arrogance as a wrestler led him so far King, Test, in my opinion, isn't much of a wrestler. More like a brawler." JR commented about the challenger who made his way to the ring.
"Now c'mon JR! Test is a great wrestler, and besides in a hardcore match, in this Hardcore Championship match, you should be a brawler rather than a luchadore like Matt Hardy over there."
"Wait a minute, Matt Hardy is a combination of fighters, he can do high-flying acrobatics as well as great mat-wrestling. And you know that."
"Um . . . yeah . . . true. Oh dear, look at poor Lita trying to talk to him,"
"Obviously she is supposed to be concerned about her boyfriend. After all the punishment Evolution put Hardy through, I'm glad to see this kid defending his title day after day against larger opponents like Test and Henry!"
"Exactly! Mark Henry is gonna face either one of the guys from in the ring tomorrow night! This is great! Y'know I always loved the hardcore-rules."
Amy was actually telling Matt to avoid his spine; she was so worried about his back. It just wasn't given time to heal properly and already all these maniacs backstage and onstage were hitting him in that soft spot! Matt told her not to worry and to stay out of the ring; he could handle this easily. Amy nodded and gave him a peck in the cheek for some more promising pictures taken by the fans and rolled out of the ring just as the 6-foot-6 tall opponent entered it to stand in front of Matt in a large portion. Test was a strong man and a lot of people would be dumb to deny that.
The music faded, the bell rang after the referee showed them the title that was up for grabs, and so the match began officially by the second bell. With 280 pounds and a matching height, Test would've been one of the physically dominant superstars to ever enter the old WWF ring. When Matt was with Jeff, before Amy came, they fought with Test and Albert on countless occasions for various match-types. But those weren't as famed as the matches with the Dudleys later on, but Matt remembered his in-ring bouts with this guy, a strong opponent. Matt knew that Test had more experience in the WWE than him because he was one of the hired guns for Mr. McMahon himself during the Corporation era of WWF Attitude. After the breakup of the Corporation, Test forged a partnership with Stephanie McMahon that would have led to marriage, had it not been for Triple H and his secret partnership with Stephanie. A short time later, Trish 'discovered' Test and partnered him with Albert to form a successful tag team known as T&A. After that run, Test embarked on a singles career that included an Intercontinental and Hardcore Championship reign. He also enjoyed a relationship with Diva Stacy Keibler, during which Test's questionable treatment of the young Keibler solidified his role as one the fans loved to hate. Or at least, this was his role in the various storylines in the WWE. Test wasn't a good-guy in real life, Matt knew him from the backstage time they shared in the locker rooms and he wasn't the type who would like to hang around and do stuff for fun. More like the corrupted new-comers, like say . . . Batista?
Before Matt knew what came, he was struck straight in the gut with a square punch crushing his stomach in a very sudden move! "Damn it . . ." the Hardcore Champion whimpered in a slight pain, but it had followed something else; a club to his injured spine! Forcing him to fall to the mat and let Test take the early upper hand in the match.
~ North Carolina ~
His mind stopped working the minute he felt her again, he never thought he could do that. He gave up completely on that subject, he was wrong.
Jeff Hardy was just as nude as the woman who was working on his tight, sensitive point, they laid on top of the spongy white-sheeted bed completed with a dim atmosphere from the reduced bed-side-lamp being the only source of light in the entire room of his. He would bite out his lips with the feel she swapped over his erected cock over and over again, it felt so good to be with Trish Stratus after so long. The memory would slowly come back to him of just how sad he was in the days without her, but now he had her, that sadness wouldn't matter any more. "Oh GOD!" He shouted out as the nerves in his body felt like overpowering under what ever she was doing right now. Trish managed to hold him despite his moving ways, flipping the object in her grasp over so that it would 'stand-up' against his lower-stomach, without a second reason for thinking she rubbed her saliva-filled-tongue against the very soft skin that would blow Jeff's brain off of its socket. She started to brush her tongue in a painting motion against the very core of his cock, the under part of his penis, his hips bucked gently, providing a counter-beat to the measure of her erotic orchestrations. Trish went up the thick, swelled thing at the tip and rushed the entire shaft into her mouth, sucking and jolting him while keeping a hold of Jeff's throbbing sack. Jeffrey Nero Hardy only grabbed hold of the bars on his bed, shutting his eyes but forcing them open again in what may be the most greatest of feel for his entire being for the months that passed by. "Trish . . ." he groaned, trying to talk but her hard lips squeezing his bottom and licking the top prevented him, Jeff tried to say it, he needed to say it for the sake of her own. "I'm . . . gonna . . ."
She didn't listen much to the gasp above her head, but swirled her tongue around the plum-like helmet. Jeff felt his glands burning while the approaching speed of liquid began to twitch inside of him. Truly this was the woman he wanted to share this thing with, and tonight that was the way it was happening.
Her golden hair prevented him from seeing what his senses informed him was happening as she took more and more of him into the warmth of her mouth. Recklessly, he pulled her hair away from her face, momentarily withdrawing her from his cock, a glistening trail of saliva from her lips keeping a tenuous connection between them (A/N- this is actually a converted sentence from another fanfic.)
Trish looked beyond the erected manhood of Jeff that blocked her view to see him trying to scratch the sheets on the bed, trying hard not to let out what was almost coming out. She moved her head up and down in a nod, which were really a question rather than an answer. To that, Jeff rapidly shook his head 'yes' granting that smile to spread across her lips. Trish released the grip, knowing just how hard of moment he was in, to Jeff's knowledge he himself knew her own body was pointing directions. Moving up his legs, sliding her bare breasts against his penis and everything else on her way, Trish replaced herself on top of him in a mouth-to-mouth distance. She could inhale his oxygen through his rough, broken pants that were equal to her own. "God bless you." He blurted out to her mouth as Trish sealed them together to drink the taste of Jeff Hardy. As his tongue now gave her a lot of what she needed, Jeff maneuvered her body and pinned her to other side of the bed, never leaving the kiss.
A while of this love making moved on from kisses to nibs, to licks to suckles, the spasm exploded through his penis into her skin, they shared love bravely to the core of one another. And it left them gasping for air as a few minutes skipped they laid against each other, breathing uncontrollably while a box of cold pizza was left opened on the side table, dinner wasn't eaten. "Jeff . . ." Her slow voice moaned against him as she laid on top of his chest, his hands circling the bases of her large breasts. "Umm hmm?" He managed to question back, he wasn't tired and nor was she, sleeping time had to be so far away it wasn't even midnight! Not even 9:00PM. Trish said "What will I tell Chris?" she knew she still had to deal with that man.
"Tell him . . ." moving away from under her, Jeff looked at the queen of his heart directly in the eye, " . . . that you are with me now."
"—But what he did was just—" Her words melted under his hush, Jeff told her to "Stop thinking," and landed yet another foggy kiss on her lips.
It was true what they said, wondered Jeff, time seems to stop when you are with the ones you love. In this case, when you are with the one you love.
(To Be Continued)
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A/N: PROMISED date: next update this Monday! I got the next chapter half-written so 2 more days is all I need : ) sorry for ANY trouble! Please try to understand, I had a few writers block last time around, no internet problems, no fanfiction.net worries (which by the way really is frustrating sometimes!) it was just plain writer's block. And some busy schedules, I was SO busy last week I couldn't complete the chapter by last Saturday! Sorry! Please let me know if you liked this chapter, some of the Jeff/Trish part was actually converted from another fanfic, it's CONVERTED and I sorta used some of the other author's words. Like three I guess. Lol. Is that illegal? Hope not! I'm gonna email that writer anyways and let him/her know about it! Ah, next Monday promise! This story is almost ending as u can tell by the way everything is going. I promise that by the end of this month Loving You RAW is coming to a finish!