A/N: Many thanks goes to Kay (loved your comments), LilMary (Por Favor, I just learned a new word! : ), ME and Definitely Not You (YES! I have to agree with it! Matt is FINALLY getting back as a face again! Y'know I can't see RAW on Monday nights, I get it on Wednesdays so when I read your review I was like 'what the?' thanks and hey I want to read what you wrote on that story!) Soul Charger (Hope this was just like the last ones) and Shinna.

Fanfiction.net as this new policy about long author notes, so from now on I'll try to talk to you guys through emails if that's okay. Let me know if it is and I'll reach you there! Next update on Monday, hopefully it will be bigger than this.

Chapter 29:

"Well that's the story Matt, Batista is afraid to show up until Monday and will probably won't even show up in any of the House-Shows until you get your ass whipped or something." Inside the trainer's room that had very little space compared to that of the lockers, Hunter Hearst Helmsley explained his two fellow RAW title-holders the intensity of Batista's excuse of the House Shows.

He stood by the door, wearing a black T-shirt with the Evolution logo marked across the chest. Matt Hardy could believe what he heard, what he and Amy couldn't believe that Triple H was actually telling them this. Matt was bare up from the waist except for his bandages in the midsection for his spine and a temporary neck-holder he was supposed to wear until the next dawn. Still wearing the same pair of wrestling-pants he had on just minutes before at his Hardcore Title defense, Matt heard the redhead standing next to him blow a sigh, after a slight pause to think of what he had heard, Matt finally asked Hunter the real reason of everything. "But why are you telling us?" He said, his hair was left loose just like the World Champion's and Amy's, "Shouldn't you be in his side? Protecting him and make sure that this doesn't reach our ears?" Matt knew that Paul was trustable, and that he wasn't anything like his group of bandits, but the main reason was that he was PART of the group of bandits. Could this be anything other than just a fake warning? So that both Matt and Amy will think that Batista will not be around and just then Batista WILL make a surprise attack?

Letting out a sigh which was completely viewable to both secondary-champions, Hunter said that he could never "—support what Dave did . . . I'm telling you this because I'm not like him, I'm not a coward."

Matt would nod, but still it was a bit hard to trust Hunter, but what he said about Batista was true, he didn't show up tonight, and with what Austin said; he wouldn't be showing up tomorrow night or the night after. So in proof Paul was really telling the truth.

"And . . ." The World Champion pulled out his cell phone and showed Matt a picture highlighted inside it. He said, "The chair shot Test gave you was ordered by Ric . . . and as much as I hate to say this but he paid Test to make you bleed,"

The picture showed Ric handing Test a check, though it wasn't sure of what the amount was written in the check, which wasn't important. Hunter could see that glare in Matt's eyes again, and he knew from that moment and believed that Matt Hardy did not like the first glimpse of Batista, Flair or Orton and maybe possibly himself but he wasn't the enemy.

"Son of a bitch,"

Paul sighed, "Ric's been acting like that ever since I got in good terms with Vince." Though Matt once respected Flair, that little atom of respect had slowly burned away with what he had just heard. He could feel Amy's hand over his back, and from the corner of his eyes Matt could see her looking at the picture that was in his hand. Returning the phone back to Hunter, but his face showed that he wasn't finished. Hunter said, "And . . . um, you heard about the pictures Dave . . . took right?"

Matt knew what he meant, "What about those?" If there would be anything he wanted back it was those disgusting photos that slime-bag took, and even if Matt had to beat it out from Batista, he would do that. "What did Batista do with those?!" Matt almost jumped to grab Hunter's shirt but stopped before it could happen, keeping himself calm some way by the touch of Amy Dumas in his hand.

Paul sighed again, "He didn't do anything with them, he burned the film. That's what I heard, and now the pictures are in his cell phone, the only other copy is with—"

"—Chris Jericho." Matt finished his sentence.

"Yes."

"You don't have to worry about Jericho," This time, Amy took the words, and her words couldn't be more straight, "We have his covered."

"Really?" Paul said, "And just how the hell are you thinking of getting them back from the guy who just turned from heel to face to avoid a match with you?"

That bit of info was a shocker; "He turned face?" Matt asked with a confused set of narrowed eyebrows.

"Just. That's what I heard from Steve, Jericho apparently became a face when your match was on. How are you planning to even catch him?"

"I don't need any publicity to get that back, you'll see what I'm talking about." Matt answered with a confirmed voice; he just didn't want to give away what he had just so soon.

Hunter breathed another deep one before running his fingers through the long golden strands of hair on his head. "Look guys, I'm not the enemy here. You know that. Just . . . think about what I said, Batista and the rest of Evolution never play fair. That's our motto or something, be careful, and if you need anything just call me."

Matt said, "I think we're alright here."

"Good, but just remember that Steph and I are always here if you need a hand."

The door closed soon after, with Hunter exiting through it. Leaving the two younger wrestlers in a rather stunned atmosphere, Hunter felt good knowing he did help them in some small way, what ever that thing might be, at least he thought his little faith would give hope in them. As much as he was disgusted by his own faction's actions, Hunter knew that Hardy and Lita were feeling even more angered towards those jackasses. In a way, Hunter was glad for Dave that he didn't come, he deserved to be kicked in the ass and if he would've came tonight, that wouldn't be hard to avoid.

As the night passed on and the mainevent began, it featured an excellent story and a rather one-sided match from the Heart Break Kid when he faced The Nature Boy in one-on-one combat. With the only 2 members of Evolution, or Flair's 'sons', who were there accompanying him at ringside. Matt and Amy saw it through their monitor in their locker room, just preparing to pack up for the night to end, after a good warm shower Matt sat next to his sweetheart and watched on. "Y'know," He said with a sarcastic smile, "I once idolized him."

His eyes pointed at the one man who was now playing heel, "Oh . . . Matthew . . . I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be, because I don't idolize him now." Looking back in the game, they saw HBK connecting the duel finishers of his that was equipped with the Sweet-Chin-Music, following an elbowdrop from the top turnbuckle to get the 1-2-3 for a crowd that went wild.

"And he deserved it."

Amy asked him; "The pain or the lost of fan?" she felt sad for him. Even though she knew that Matt wasn't that big of a Flair-fanatic since he turned heel, loosing a childhood idol wasn't an easy thing, but his answer was "Both."

~ General Manager's Office ~

"Why?" As what he heard puzzled his brain, Eric Bischoff couldn't believe the woman was actually asking for it!

"It's personal."

Sighing, Bischoff nodded, "Alright, its just that I never heard someone wanting the title to be in someone else's hands before wanting it as his or her own." Smiling, the GM signed the paper, forming that smile on the guest's lips,

"Oh I don't want that, I want the title FROM Lita . . . I just want her to go through four other women before she could come to me." In this female guest's voice, one could hear the hatred and jealousy mixed into something that expanded on both of those terms.

"Bitchiness," The GM smiled, "I admire that in a woman . . . of course . . . I would love if you would show up at my hotel room later tonight, we could take this agreement over at late dinner? Or dessert maybe?" Eric's formal request really wasn't intend to be a 'business' meeting and he had planned in his mind.

Her smile grew, "Funny thing boss. But I'm not gonna fall for that. You shift my match to what I told you and maybe . . . someday that will happen."

"Consider it done."

"Thank you . . ." Rising from her chair, she went out the door before saying "Then I guess I have someone else to seduce for the next two nights . . ." The door shut closed.

~ North Carolina ~

The erotic sensation he felt had reached the highest of limits. But still he knew he could give more, and still he felt she wanted it all. The green digital glow that flashed as the last second of the previous hour ended, it bleeped out 12:00:01 AM. Their bodies were numb, they couldn't move, but both the Canadian bombshell Trish Stratus and the once high-flying daredevil Jeff Hardy were glad that the feel of senselessness came after what had to be the longest sexual climax in the last few months. Years even. For six straight hours, they spent sexing each other and now that seemed to end, not that they wanted it to be over. It was just plain hardcore.

Jeff was bare-naked, and what his erected body could feel, he felt Trish's own nude body as erected and out of breath as his. She laid cuddled inside his arms, her lush breasts were tight against his midsection, the grip Jeff had on Trish slowly decreased as both released gasps in between gaps of air. "Thhat . . . was . . ." Though his brain just couldn't work anymore after what he had just experienced with this woman, but before Jeff could finish that little word that could come into his head after so long, Trish broke it to insert her own choice of word: " . . . hot?" Her own voice unstable of the orgasms.

"Unbelievable." Jeff blurted out of his mouth, which was bitten by Trish's sharp teeth. Not hard, just nibbled at his bottom lip. "Love you so," Her sentence was incomplete but he got the message.

Trish was surprised by how badly she wanted him, but even more surprised to learn that she couldn't open her eyes anymore. They were exhausted, his entire body was, and when her softness was crashed against his hardness, Jeff too would feel the unlimited amount of love she still had to give him. His heart was burning with joy, but this all still felt like a dream, a wonderful dream that he have been having for months and months. That someday maybe, just maybe Trish would come to his doorstep and tell him that she still loved him, and as much as he screamed to thank God for it, that dream became a reality.

Jeff Hardy could sense her heart beating with his at the same sound, he was tired, worn out and could feel those little atoms of sleepiness caress him just like he was caressing her body. It was as if her love was lifting him through those peaceful clouds towards that enchanting place. And he slowly began to relax his hands that rested at the curve of her hip, he thought he might be holding her too tight for a relaxed night. But then again;

Trish pushed his hands away, to a small surprise Jeff heard her muffled words make out a 'no' gesture before wrapping her own hands around his neck, drawing to a close to whatever gap was between the bodies.

Jeff couldn't think straight anymore. But all that mattered to him was Trish Stratus's love, he was pleased to know about it after so long of wait. And now, that he was finally falling asleep with that woman in his arms, Jeff knew he would wake up to a beautiful morning; One that never came in the past few weeks.

~ 12:15:35 ~

'Dear passengers may I have your attention please, this is the captain speaking; the plane will be landing for a strict 30 minutes at Toronto, Ontario, Canada in less than 10 minutes. The weather will be mostly snowing around the area for up to tomorrow's forecast, please check the main page of your monitors to see the current forecast. As for those of you who are staying with us for our next destination to Winnipeg, Manitoba, please remain seated onboard. Thank you.'

He hated the guy who sat next to him, or rather snored next to him. It was his in-ring 'partner' Christian. But all Chris Jericho thought of Jay was nothing more than another part of the 'Hardy-Family'. Cousins, he would laugh at that matter. Jay was more in the list of the Hardy's buds. And the so damned things that happened to him with the Hardy's, Chris hated anything related to them.

And now it was that 'bitch' Stratus. How easily she went back for him, though Chris didn't have any proof of that, he wasn't counting on anything that involved 'I wasn't even IN Cameron' by that blonde girl. Breathing out a sigh as the captain finished his speech, Chris knew he had to take this flight and go to Toronto and not Winnipeg, the last time he was in the country he was living in Trish's house. And there he would be until she came back. She had to, he knew she would because her next match was here in Canada. In St. Johns to be exact, if she wouldn't be home now she would be home tomorrow but she had to be home on Sunday, at the night of the House Show. Chris's eyes were red, not with lack of sleep, not with anger, but with a state that was pure drunk. He drank terribly before coming aboard. Hell he even insulted a flight attendant and felt good about it. Trish—trash bag—Stratus, as he was calling her now, was out of his life and there wasn't fuck he could do about it. And to be completely sure, even Chris felt his head numb and ache as the eyeballs felt like popping out from his sockets. He rubbed them, but it wasn't relaxing, it was worse. When Chris tilted his head back to rest it against the pillow it ached more, and the god damn noise of that bastard snoring was almost like Jeff's every single air; Chris wanted to put an end to it. "Would you just shut UP?!" His forced words and violent shaking rushed the younger superstar to jump off from his sleep, let alone his sit. "Jesus Christ, Chris I'm tryin to sleep here!" He was mad.

No response came.

"You're actin' all strange these days dude." Chris saw from the side of his eyes that Jay shrunk to his pillow once again for a peaceful sleep. And in some way, Chris thought that whatever the hell this guy was saying, it was true, he was acting strange these days. It was like he was off-track. Though the face-turn was indeed a complete success, and that this was sort of his plan to impress Trish from the beginning before the Jeff attack was ever made, in some fucked up way Chris was still loosing. And his lost of Trish was the most agonizing defeat of all, but yet still, another smile could be seen in his tired looking face, "Strange?" He whispered to himself as he glared towards the monitor on the seat before him, "Oh I don't think so . . . this is the real me . . . and soon everyone will see the real face of Y2J . . ." No body could or would hear this. But it was said and it was meant by 100% clarity. Chris Irvine Jericho was never a face when it came to real life, but when you think of that literally he had lots of 'faces'. And now, the mask would start to shed, not onscreen or to the fans, but to the people he hated the most, to the girl who he believed cheated on him. He was going to Trish's house tonight, and when she gets there he would do what, in his eyes, he thought he should do. And it wasn't something Trish's pretty little friends would be supporting . . .

The plane landed soon after to Toronto in to the windy weather as said by the captain.

(To Be Continued)

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A/N: I KNOW this was short and it wasn't so entertaining compared to the wait. I'm sorry guys, I'm trying hard to get this right . . . is it getting boring? Hope not! Its just a long month for me, or a long few weeks, I think the story will mostly end at the first week of May then! Ha, ha. Well that's good news I guess, its almost ending but there are a few twists I'm sure you will be pleased to read, lets just hope I can get them out productively. Next update this Monday RIGHT AFTER RAW!