A/N: I have to apologize greatly to Trish and Jeffy 4ever and Kay for not thanking you guys on the last update! here's a quick response to those sweet words; T&J4E: I luv u too! Lol. And to Kay: I wanna thank u for the detailed review u gave! Thanks for enjoying the way I put the characters in! Hope u liked the last one as much and hope u like this one the same!

And now for the reviewers of chapter 27: starting with (of course) LilMary: I loved the review! I love all of your reviews! Though I didn't get Por favor . . . ??? MADNY (its sorta cool writing yours like this. Hope ya don't mind): Oh GOD you could've gone to RAW! I understand that Backlash could've been like sold-out but RAW! How much is a ticket anyway? Damn I never cud even go NEAR a place where a wrestling event was taking place. Lol. But oh yeah, I have to agree that Metallica rocks the world as well! Big fan right here. Ah, I dunno if I should write a sequel or not, but if I DO it'd mostly be a one-shot and not multi-chaptered like this 1. I really REALLY wanna do a one-shot about Matt & Amy so it might happen. Don't know. Lets see. ChrissyChick: thank you! What else can I say THANKS! Christine: What will happen to Chris and Trish . . . hmm . . . read on! Its down there! You do the review on those and the stuff that follows:

Chapter 28:

An extreme match was survivable, but a horrific assault would shake things up more. Matt could actually feel Test's wrath in on him as the mightier force clubbed on blow after blow on his aching back. Matt tried to fight the grasp of his opponent while staying in a position between Test's legs, ala Triple H's Pedigree. Though Matt didn't know what this challenger had in mind, he didn't support the idea of being picked up and slammed hard to who knows where? As the possibly third blow hit him in the kidney area, Matt would cough out a gasp of hurt, not fully pain but it hurt! He could hear Amy telling him to counter, counter how? He just ate a gigantic combo of a Full Nelson Slam, which followed a Scoop Slam, and a Shoulder Breaker that led to this; the preparation of what could be a power bomb. Matt struggled to move away from that place, this was a hardcore match and not even a single weapon had been used! The struggles led to some more blows to his spine, but eventually Matt gained some what of a momentum and started to hit Test on his own kidney with the open hands. Matt forced his right forearm to his spine and struck it again repeatedly to weaken the grip on his midsection by Test. After receiving a very slow, and non-effecting, blow to the kidney a fifth time by Test, Matt retrieved control and did something so big that the fans cheered to their feet; he pushed his body forwards while still being between Test's legs and dove —into— the other man to what seemed like an out-of-place Spear! Driving his own body to Test's, Matt had his shoulder keeping safe that the move wouldn't be countered, and so on did Test fall back slamming to the mat hard while the Hardcore Champion rolled off to the other side in the middle of the ring. By the way, they were standing in the corner when Matt connected the spear. He heard Amy jumping to a great applaud as well as the fans who now stood or sat at the edge of their sits! "Good move Mattitude," he muttered to himself which was of course unheard, but it wasn't meant to be heard; Matt laid on the mat back-flat against it to take the time to breathe some life into his back to get it back in working motion. Looking at Test he saw the opponent looking boldly at the lights, grieving to the good Lord and holding the gut in what seemed to be a startling pain he never thought would come! Matt didn't even know he would do that! It wasn't in his every-day arsenal he did the spear, but now that he did it, it felt challenging and it felt great.

Rolling to the corner towards the upper-end of the ring, Matt used the ropes to get himself back to his feet. His hair was loose at the slams he took, it was now without the band and was flowing in different strands to give in an action shot to the photographers who took pictures at ringside. Matt didn't wait any further for Test to recover; he had momentum to gain. But it was a bad choice.

Weakened by the earlier moves, it showed that Matt wasn't in his best of feelings, the commentators filled that in with all their other comments about the entire match and Matt Hardy's career. Slowly as he began to pull Test's whole dead-weight body up, something very unfair happened: the challenger was acting in pain but wasn't really that injured, flipping his way when Matt pulled his hair, Test shoved his hand up between Matt's own legs to low-blow the Hardcore Champion! He could see the twitch in Matt's eyes as his hands fell to his crotch to grab that in sheer pain. But Matt knew Test wouldn't be disqualified, as said earlier, this was hardcore match, the referee knew it was legal for such a move. Giving a little chuckle on his way up, Test stretched to the ropes that was just behind him and tried to complete his move with the finisher known as the Big-Boot. As he came back with his right-leg cocking upwards, Matt maneuvered his whole body and fell to the mat while holding Test's right-thigh. Throwing the 280pounder over his head and off to the other side of the ring as a Dragon-Flip was done! But Matt didn't have the strength to capitalize on that as of yet, his groan still pained greatly, he didn't get up from the floor. Out side the ring, Amy tapped the apron with her hand in signal for Matt to get up, "C'mon Matt!" He heard her say, and understood just how quickly Test could recover from the flip that nearly took every last strength in his body to provide. The Sensei of Mattitude once again rolled to the southeast corner of the ring; that is, the corner in the bottom-right from the entrance. Again using the ropes in advantage for his stand, Matt was backed against the turnbuckle and knew just how risky that position in the ring was, but his lower-body felt so bad that he couldn't help but rest. Soon enough, Matt saw the coming threat when Test started to sprint at him with the efforts of a corner-clothesline, he even heard Amy screaming 'Look OUT!' from the outside, and he did exactly that. Moving away just as Test was near enough to force his arm to Matt's chest, the Hardcore Champ just moved away to the side as Test crashed himself hard against the buckles, missing the move completely. And Matt felt that little time given to his groan reach the 80% of healing capability, enough for what was to come: he dropkicked Test on his back which made the challenger slam his forehead hard against the steel-pole just in-front of the turnbuckle where pyros usually explode for superstar-entrances. The metallic curve of the pole was so sharp it could've sliced opened a few cuts on Test's head for a few days worth of recovery, but it didn't which meant his big mellow slammed flat against the sides of the pole and gave him a worse headache. Matt bent down to his knee, falling from the dropkick, but he soon capitalized on the kick and rolled Test's wobbled body for an old-fashioned schoolboy pin!

The referee slid into place and started to count away the falls needed to win the match as Test's shoulder fell hard against the mat. '1!' the ref counted, '2!' Matt could hear half of the crowd screaming in support and just as the third hand reached to the mat the entire building went to their feet in a standing ovation, for Amy it was a jumping cheer as Matt released Test's body to roll out of the corner. Being a face rocked.

"Here is your winner—" Lillian Garcia's voice spoke over the microphone at the sides of the ring, while Matt got to his feet and saw the red-headed beauty that is Amy Dumas enter the ring and grab him for a long, relaxing hug of celebration over the small victory. "—And STILL the Hardcore Champion: Matt Hardy VERSION ONE!"

He felt the arms of his lover surround him in a wonderful embrace he returned. "Oh baby, I hope your alright?" Her voice was full of concern but it was hard to hear with all the screaming around the arena, Amy glided her hands down his spine to see if it was still in place, when his strong hands stopped her, "I'm FINE." He said with a faint smile. Though his hair was a mess, his body tired and very much weakened Matt could smile because this day was another victory. Amy smiled back, it was a moment of inring-attraction the fans loved so much and Matt and Amy just loved to stare at each other. But something else caught Matt's sight in the distance beyond Amy's shoulder; Test was up and he was charging at them with a steel chair in hand!

Shoving the diva out of the way of danger because Test was coming from behind Amy, Matt pushed Lita out of the way just as Test's chair slammed straight across his head! Literally crashing through Matt's skull in just a matter of seconds! Amy fell to the floor but held the ropes as the horror of Matt being clobbered by the taller man flashed through in front of her eyes, so fast she didn't even know what the hell was going on! Test's rage proved to be more fatal when he slammed in the chair on the same location a second time while Matt was on the floor, this time however, the blow was stronger, deadlier. It splattered blood all over the Hardcore Champion's face as the thin line of skin burst on his forehead with that striking move, no doubt Matt was out for atleast another 3-count! This same sort of ideal happened just at the last House Show if the fans remembered it, last time it was Chris Jericho, and tonight there was no way the same fate would happen again!

But it really seemed like it when Test yelled at the referee to count and covered Matt's fallen body with his shoulder down. Smiling at his triumph. '1!' The counting began again, the crowd was somewhat cheering but Test couldn't think of any reason as to why, after all he was doing it to get more publicity as a Heel, what the hell were the fans thinking!? He thought as the referee slammed in the second count; '2!'

Matt felt the pain of burning flesh being performed on top of his head, and with the weight of 280pounds resting on top of his chest, it wasn't a very comfortable place to be. He was conscious but couldn't move of the pain, he heard every single count ticking away, and why were the fans cheering?! To what seemed as a result, or an answer, Matt felt an extra weight of possibly another hundred pounds being bounced on top of him! Like if someone jumped onto Test from the turnbuckle or something! But it did break the count and the fans were cheering uncontrollably at what had just occurred.

As Test rolled off of Matt and slid out of the ring, Matt saw the one who saved him, through the blurry eye sight he saw Amy next to him on the floor, but not laying, rather sitting, she must've done the Moonsault! Other wise there was no other way, the look on her face explained it and the agony on Test's confirmed it. Her hands softly held Matt by the back of his head, "Are you okay?" But he couldn't speak. It was blood alright, that was the scary red liquid that wetted his hair, the tightened look on Lita's face soon leveled to that worried shape. When she looked down, Matt was glad Amy was the one he truly loved. There wouldn't be another woman alive, he believed, with whom he would rather have spent his life with. There was only one girl, one redheaded beauty.

~ Moments later ~

"Matty are you sure you'll be alright?" Both Matthew and Amy were now at the trainer's room as the man placed a bandage on his forehead to stop the bleeding. "Oh don't worry Amy," he told her but never letting his sights off his patient. A professional they both knew, "I've seen much worse and well, Matt, I think you should be just fine and ready for the title match tomorrow night. Just take the pills I gave you for a day or so and you'll be just fine. But don't keep on getting injured on the same place son. You don't want another few months of rehab with that spine of yours. Look out for that okay?" The trainer was an elderly man of his 50s, but of course most experienced trainers were.

"Thanks doc." Matt shook his hands as the doctor left with a smile. Amy was standing by the door and when he left, she took the trainer's place next to Matt's laid body. "This is the third time this week it happened to you." Her voice was soft, but stern at the same time. What could he have said? This was their life; as a wrestler injuries like these were part of the day-job. It's what they did, and Matt knew Amy had the best known experience for that, she herself had that painful neck-surgery just last year. And for all the sakes Matt knew just how far Amy would go to keep him away from that horrible place. They both knew what the other thought, so he just smiled. Smiled and looked up at her from his pillow, taking her hand in his, Matt drew it to his mouth and gave it a gentleman-styled kiss.

She sighed.

"Thanks for saving my butt out there." He quoted with the smile never leaving. But Amy was frustrated, it showed in her face, "Yeah well you needed it." Her joke made him smile more.

"Matty . . . I . . . if you are keep on going to get injured like this day after day I'm gonna have to shorten your weeks down. You know that don't you?" After all, Matt thought, she was his manager.

"I know Amez, I know. But this is a part of me, as being the Hardcore Champion, I have to go through this. Besides, it happened like in the first week right? No big."

"No BIG?!" For once, she was angry at him. "Honey, you just recovered from an almost-serious injury at Armageddon! You're saying NO BIG when you're getting hit on that same place over and over day after day!?"

"Shhhhh," He sounded like it didn't matter, and for him it didn't. Taking her hand again to calm her down, Matt told her that "I'm the Hardcore Champion, I'm SUPPOSED to get injured over and over, day after day."

She wasn't amazed, "That isn't a great solution." Amy said to him, "I don't want my boyfriend making frequent visits to the hospital just for some asshole who thinks he is better than the Matthew I know."

"Well," In a rather naughty delight, Matt's other hand found its way around Amy's waist, and with a slight pull to make her stumble to his chest, Matt gave out a breath to her mouth, he mentioned "At least I know I'll stay safe with LITA in my arms." His indication predicted a kiss, and Amy would be glad to give it, she purred against those lips with her pouted ones "And I would do ANYTHING to keep you WARM in my paws," The mood changed so fast, Amy secured her palm to hold Matt's face so her hot little kiss could be better, Matt could've sworn he —chanted— the words 'I love you' under his mouth as lip almost met lip.

"AHEM." A cough, a cough given from a third person broke the two apart. Matt pushed his elbows to a sitting position while Amy turned her head to see the man both of them were sure had nothing to do with anything.

It was the Heavyweight Champion of the World, the guy who held the most prestigious title in all of World Wrestling Entertainment. It was Paul 'Triple H' Levesque.

"Hey guys," And both Matt and Amy were shocked to see him standing there by the door, with no members of Evolution backing. Hunter said something, which followed that, confused the two even more at first, but as the conversation would continue, they completely understood what Triple H had to say. "There's something I think you should know."

(TBC)

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A/N: Internet problems! That was what delayed ONE day for me! lol. No worries right? Well hope you liked this one, I'm updating on Saturday next time . . . or maybe Sunday . . . hmm.

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