A/N: "Loving You RAW is at its 30th chapter! Thanks to all of you for the sweet reviews and patients! First of, I want to mention Chloe: Exactly I do believe that Matt and Amy deserves happiness, did you see the pictures at Matt's website? The birthday pictures? I just hope that the WWE REALLY makes Matt a face and gets him back with Lita again, hey that way I wont have to keep on writing how it would be if he was a face! LilMary: Yeah I learned a new word! Thanks! Spanish, yeah one of my friends is like a MASTER in that but I just don't listen to her. Ha, ha. I don't have any Spanish class, it's a sad story really.

Okay so there is another thing I misquoted on the last chapter: the Fanfiction.net doesn't have a problem with 'long-author-notes' (which I said) instead, they are saying that the story guidelines apply to the entire story. So if your story has author notes with chat keys and the story doesn't, then that story will be considered for REMOVAL! For more details please check the main page of FF.net, I'm going to my hometown/country like in 10 days so . . . sorry to say but I won't get to be online during that period. But I'm trying my best to wrap up 'Loving You RAW' before that ever happens. So as sorry as I am to say this, but next week will be the last week of 'Loving You RAW'. But lets not worry about that tonight, and just enjoy what's coming for you! Let me know if you liked what happened tonight."

Chapter 30:

"8:30," Trish blew out a sigh when she heard the timing from him, she sat at the kitchen table while Jeff moved in with a plate full of pancakes to sit at the other end of the small glassed table. "What's wrong?" He asked while giving her 3 pieces of the breakfast and helping himself for some more in his own plate.

"Jeff . . . I don't want to leave." The blonde spoke like a young girl, a teenager, but that was what she felt like. In other words, that was the truth.

"Then —don't— leave," he said, "I want you to stay here, it'll be great taking a few days off, you know that."

"I DO and I SO want to! It's just that I have to go TOMORROW." Trish Stratus would never make her mind in any tough choices. She could, but the hard choices were just too painful for her to think about, right now, she didn't want to go back to her home in Toronto. She wanted to stay here in Cameron with Jeff; her heart was here.

Jeff understood exactly what she was feeling, when you are in a relationship and have a contract with the WWE but your potential other doesn't, you have to make sacrifices. Over all, a career never waits for you, your lover does. And that only makes it harder.

"Then don't." He replied firmly, but slowly.

"But I have to! I have a segment at the House Show I can't miss and . . ."

"And?"

Trish stopped before saying what she almost blurted, it wasn't a mystery that she loved Jeff . . . but she still had something to wrap up, or in this case . . . some one. "Jeff, I have to confront Chris. I can't just keep on running away from him, I need to tell him that I love you now, I need to stop doing what I was doing with him. That relationship is over for me, he never really loved me so why should I do that? I love YOU, and I want to stay with YOU and not live with HIM." But there was a block in the path, "But I . . ."

"Trish . . ." Jeff took her hand from across the table, "Honey, I know this is hard for you. And I am not forcing you in any way, but you do have to realize that that Jericho is the guy behind so much. He—"

"—I know that Jeff," She cut in, "And . . . what troubles me the most is that I trusted him."

" . . . . .. And?"

She tried to dodge that, but it was clear Jeff saw that there was something else that still made attached her with him. "And that I've been living with him for the last week, I need to dump him Jeff, but I don't think I can. I . . ."

"Trish . . . you don't have to be afraid."

"But I am. I am afraid, look what he did to you! He's a lunatic Jeff, and . . . he is with Evolution. You know what Batista did to Amy right?"

Jeff never thought she would say that, but she did. And it stopped him by every word. Raping, that asshole Batista raped Amy, THEIR Amy, and still Batista was free without any assertion or hesitation in his mind. What was wrong with Matt? Jeff just didn't know what the hell was his brother doing these days, of course he hadn't talk with him, the last thing he knew about the older Hardy was that he bailed on Amy after she told him the truth. What the hell was his problem, thought Jeff, well for one it was Batista but why did he bail on Amy? Was he really like that? The two brothers haven't spoken even once after that fight when he was here at Cameron last week. And even though Matt left him some messages for call back on his cell phone and on their house phone, Jeff didn't call back. Now he knew that it wasn't Matt who was the guy who signed for his beat down at RAW, no it could never have been him. It was Chris Jericho. In fact, Matt was right, it was Chris Jericho, and what Jeff heard from the goon was right. If Chris Jericho had the mentality to do what he did, then what Trish is thinking that he would do could be done without a trace or second thought. Jeff heaved out a sigh, it was complicated, what he really needed now was that fucked up WWE contract. If ONLY he had it, he would've been with Trish but no, he had to be suspended, he had to be fired and for what? God it sucked.

"Trish . . ."

"What will I do Jeff? I'm afraid to go near that wacko,"

"You don't have to be anymore. Because tomorrow morning, when you go to Toronto, I'm coming with you." Looking up from the depths of the pancakes, Jeff saw a confused look on Trish's blue eyes, a look he would judge to be a questionable indication. The youngest Hardy said: "And I will stay there with you for the entire week." Even if his older brother wasn't there when his girlfriend was . . . violently attacked, Jeff would do everything in his power to prevent such a thing to ever happen to his own girlfriend. Nothing would hurt Trish as long as he was around, bad knee or not, Jeff Hardy was going to Canada.

~ 8:31:09 AM ~

New Jersey wasn't that far away from their home at North Carolina, but the destination for tonight was. Of course, for every memorable day to start the morning always began in the bathroom. Inside the fogged form of the shower, she cleaned the tiredness out with the warm water. And being the top diva of the WWE, Amy Dumas needed to be in perfect state of purification, and holding the love of Matt Hardy made it easier for her heart. As the water fell to moist her beautiful skin and hair, any one from outside the shower would find it hard to even get a glimpse of which goose-bumping body parts she was cleaning inside it as the glassed door and walls were already steamed. She was almost finished, the sound of the shower spraying against her body was easily notable throughout the quiet hotel room she and her boyfriend was currently situated in, bending down to reach the tap of the shower, she slowly reduced the water and finally closed it full.

Carefully opening the shower door, Amy Dumas stepped out of it with the wet, dripping red hair of hers that were creating small strands atop her beautiful face. Every step the gorgeous diva took to get her towel, created a wet mark out of the sogginess of her white feet. So much was already going on in her life, and just thinking about it made it sound more helpless. After all she knew she was safe here, with the man she loved, Amy still couldn't forget about what happened only a mere 2 weeks ago, when that son of a bitch came to her hotel room . . . but that wasn't what Amy was thinking about now. She trusted her Matthew, she loved him, and thinking about a man like Batista wasn't what she needed, she would think for something else, she was actually thinking about how her best friend was doing. The last word she had with Trish was about the secrecy of Chris Jericho, or rather the truth of Jericho Amy divulged to her. She wondered if Trish was alright but then again she also heard that Trish was with Jeff, and everyone knew how much those two wanted each other but were afraid to commit. Wrapping on the robe and tying the towel around her long hair, leaving only a few strings of red hair revealed from her head, Amy walked out of the warmness of the bathroom. Silence but the steps of her bare feet were the only sound of the morning. The ray of light which shone outside were actually covered with the coldness of the snow, it was only the 10th of January anyway. Saturday as Amy checked the calendar on her way out of the bathroom. Just beneath the curtained windows laid the crumbled bed, and on top of it slept Matthew Hardy. The room was small, cozy but small, as in not too big. But then again a hotel room isn't supposed to be big, neither Amy nor Matt had reached that level of stardom into the WWE as of yet. But yet there he lay, so peacefully sleeping, Amy stopped on her tracks to watch him into the silence of everything, she couldn't help but smile at that sight. She woke up early today just to see him doing that, and there he was. The couple had spent a very romantic evening the night before, but it ended without any involvement of sex intercourse. Amy had massaged Matt's paining back with a specialty lotion ordered from the people downstairs, as those thoughts rose to her mind; Amy slowly walked on towards the man; towards —her— man. The robe she was wearing was puffed with the same fabric that of a towel, but unusually the only thing that kept it on her body like a dress rather than an open coat was the belt-like-thing. She kept it loose, making her cleavage viewable to the only other person in that room. But that person was sleeping, and the way he slept was the reason for her spread smile on those sweet pink lips. Amy gently walked over to her side of the bed, the empty left side, pushing her hands against the mattress; Amy balanced herself on her arms. Her motion was so carefully moved as she crawled on the bed to look over to her Matty's side. Not shifting from that bent position on her fours, Amy smiled again as she saw his face, so innocent, so cute. And yet so sad, every morning when she looked at him she felt sorry of how much pain she forced him to go through. Even now she felt so bad for herself, and not only did Matthew deal with the rough schedules of the WWE, but he also had to deal with the type of people such as Evolution and Chris Jericho. It made the soul within her burn with anger, but not for him, anger towards those who did this to him and her. Leaning down, Amy dropped one single kiss on top of his pouting lips, she couldn't help herself, as he looked so sweet; SO irresistible.

Drawing away, Amy smiled again when she saw that he was still asleep undisturbed, he must've been tired from the long and hard matches. As his manager and the woman he loved, she knew that he would have to defend that title two more times in this new week; Tonight against Mark Henry and on Sunday's House Show held at St. John's Newfoundland Canada, they weren't scheduled for Heat. Amy's hands now sided Matt's body; there was a bandage on his forehead for the bleeding last night. The neck gear was removed before they went to bed and after he was guided with some painkillers. Closing her eyes, Amy began leaning down once more to him, but suddenly felt the arms under her wrapping around the base of her waist and pull her gently down to his mouth for a kiss even deeper. At first Amy was startled, but when she fell on his mouth, she tasted his love, and it tasted like something that isn't fit to describe. Still with closed eyes, she welcomed Matt's tongue in side her mouth as hers slowly slid into his for a juicy morning kiss that they finished after a long while.

"MmmPh—" She didn't want to break away, but she did. Looking down to him, she failed to notice that between the kiss she placed herself on top of him and now remained there. Matt pulled her towel to splatter water from her hair all across the bed; she took it and placed it next to them. "How long were you awake?" As her forehead touched his, Matt now dug in her smile to grin back at what he had just presented. "Enough to get two kisses." And her smile burst into a short giggle. "Naughty boy." She toyed, pointing her index finger to his nose, which Matt only kissed in response. "Yeah well . . . the bad boys are the ones who get the 'F's"

Amy grinned to his tricky remark, "How is your back?" her words came in a small whisper to his breath.

But Matt felt good, and just woke up from a good night sleep, he didn't want to fall back asleep, he wanted to play with the girl he held in his arms. He wanted to share love with the woman who laid atop of his body. Gently lifting Amy off from him while she laughed at his pressure, Matt rolled her to the other side and underneath him, folding the comforter completely. He said, once they felt a bit comfortable in that place, "How do you think it is?" She played along and gave a look that showed hints of thinking, "Hmm . . . mmm?" but one that quickly changed into a form of the same question.

Rubbing his cheek against her soft skin, Matt said; "Well I experienced a full body therapy by the world's most beautiful woman! My back is healed by 99% but I still think that I can use a little more of that divine Lita . . ." Melting her smile with his move, Matt tilted her chin by the indication of his nose and began smelling the clean swan-like neck of Amy Dumas. "Umm . . ." he moaned in the scents of both her feminine body and that extra aroma of gel that partnered it. He landed his lips barely at her soft skin to add in the effect of a few kisses down her throat. Matt smelled on downwards her body, around the cleavage and the higher points of her breastbone as Amy seductively released some parts of the robe to reveal the skin on her arms. "Sweetheart, you smell like an angel. No, better than an angel—" The palms of her hand drew Matt's head away from her body, when he looked to the depths of her brown-hazel eyes, he felt that same thing which she just said: "I love you." And it was in a whisper he was trying to avoid only a while ago, but didn't want to avoid any longer. He responded "I love you more,"

But she gave a wry smile, "More than Amy?" she knew he started this saying 'Lita'.

"Of course not." Matt too knew how to play her sweet little mind games. "There is no one in the entire universe I love more than Amy Dumas. No one more than MY Amy," He could just see how happy she was hearing how well he managed to squeeze that in. With a move of her hand, Amy shoved the comforter from beneath him to give themselves a better touch of their bodies. "Now, now. If you don't love me more than YOUR Amy why are you here then?" The smile wasn't removed from her soft lips.

"Well," Matt had a confirming response of his own, "I think I know that you ARE MY Amy."

"Really? How's that?" She wanted to know; she just loved to toy with him.

"Well for starters," his grin had a devilish gesture with which he started to tell her a story, or rather —show— her his answer. Positioning himself comfortably on top of her, he said "I know how Amy feels," Matt wasn't wearing a top, only a pair of briefs from last night, and just as raw as Amy was under that robe, Matt loosened the belt as his hard chest crushed against the softness of her swollen breasts. "Her touch," Sliding his hands under her back to press Amy's soft body in his, Amy could feel his manhood kicking in and touching against the part just below her stomach. Matt's hot breath whispered in her ear that "I know her smell," and like his words, Matt returned to where he left her cleavage, sniffing in the wonderful aroma of her body, though he wanted to restart. Matt nuzzled his nose in the folded curtains of her red-hot-raven hair, but more to smell the scent of her neck. Her hands held the back of his head, and pressed him tighter to her skin, his inhales and breaths gave her the Goosebumps all the way to the tattoo on her right arm. As Matt motioned his face from her throat, he once again traveled lower her body, at first stopping at the part where arm meets body and quickly but smoothly he rubbed his lips against her taut nipple. Matthew's breath once again released a hot air to tickle in the sensitive areas of Amy's body, it followed a whispered statement; "—her taste," And by his word, Amy figured that the coming had to be very rewarding.

Without a second to spare, Matt pushed the remains of Amy's robe down the length of her arms with his hands, sliding them off completely of her body and replacing his palms once again behind her spine. He opened his mouth to swallow one lush, taut breast into the caress of his lips. He felt her fingers on his hair, urging for more and as the man, who had her love, her heart and her soul, Amy would only want this from him. She wanted it only from Matt Hardy, and he wanted to give it only to Amy Dumas. Working around the curves of her breast, Matt flicked his tongue over the harden nipple, washing it thoroughly in one sweeping motion to not only drink of what was there, but to let Amy's mind cripple some what as her nerves tingled with his touch. From the point of view of Matt, he could only squirm for the bottom of his body as Amy's strong thighs caught his male organ; she pushed her legs to hold Matt's erected cock in place. His mind was slowly, once again, gradually started to dissolve into nothing than jelly, this was the woman of his dreams, as he said it so many times before; the queen of his heart. And each move she made only made him fall in more love for her, as of right now her struggle was as hard to keep awake as his were. Spooning her body in his arms, Matt slid his left arm down to the lower parts of her robe, the ones that were still on, but he did not remove them. Instead he rested his forehand beneath her ass-cheeks, as the suckling of her pebble-like nipple endured more sexual actions. He heard her gasp above his head as he smoothly trailed his tongue from one bosom to the other, repeating the mind-blowing experience again on the other breast. Of course, he did enjoyed doing this more than anything else in the world, Amy had the idea of being sexed in bed in the morning when they didn't share love the night before. Over all, as Matt swapped his tongue down wards towards her navel, licking the soft flesh clean and then once again landing two small kisses on each round mountains of pleasure. Just pouting at the tip of each bosom. The smell, taste, feel and touch of her hot, sexual and feminine body was what gave Matt the small burst of cum in the middle of his briefs. The one where Amy had just discovered while her palm rubbed the cap of his strong, beating penis. And that spasm was the prize of one woman, emerging from the heaven-like valley of her most sensitive place as being a woman, Matt blew an air through her middle and squeezed up her structure, coming in mouth-to-mouth contact with her. She locked his lips in her tongue and sealed in a kiss that would last more than his words would take to say. Matt pushed himself on to deepen the hot kiss, he separated himself after a small moment and glared into the beautiful hazel eyes of Amy Christine Dumas.

The smile on her face was just as rewarding as the work he finished. But then again, he could never stop loving her; and that had to be the best part.

Soon enough they both started laughing together of just how foolishly they just started and ended an intercourse! That was the joy of being alone with your lover, to not worry about what any body would think, but to enjoy the person you are with at the time. "I love you . . ." Her words reflected her soul, and it was shared by this man.

He said, "I love you most." For a long story short, but Amy Dumas still had something itching in her cat-ish Lita-attitude

Amy had the best thing to say at this very moment, which she knew Matt could never have a sly remark on, she said; "You may love me the most . . . but I love you MORE, and I will always do that for MY Matthew Moore . . ."

Her hands found their way around his nape while Matt still had his slipped around her waist, and it was true that there was only one woman and that was Amy Christine Dumas, who really knew how to say it to him, and he knew that she meant it. "That is just SO sexy when you say it."

"Mmm . . ." He leaned to give her a gentle kiss before hearing her words on his ears; "And you are SO hot when you say that baby."

Relaxing himself on her shoulder, Matt breathed in a sigh that relieved every ounce of pain that was ever in his body, and as her breath breathed it back, Amy felt the same when they were together in a strong embrace of romance like this. True love was so hard to find, and they had true love in each other. "Matty?" Amy's voice was softer than a tumbleweed when she asked him by that name, "Hmm?" "I think we should get starting with the day."

Matt didn't move when he asked her from that nape where he had his face buried. "Where are going?"

"Well," By the time had passed, Amy was feeling that comfort return to her, though she also knew that her morning shower was also getting worthless because of what she was doing just now, but then again, being with Matt was better than anything else. Gently pushing the masculine shoulder blades of the man who occupied her heart, Amy allowed Matt to get up and balance on his elbows so that they could be on eye level. Flicking her index finger at the tip of his nose, Amy said "To start things off YOU will go to the bath room and take a long, clean shower mister." Although that sorry look on his face would fool her, she wouldn't buy it; "Aww, do I have to?" Matt whined and she nodded.

"Ah . . . yeah you do! And after that, we will get dressed, go downstairs, get some coffee, get you fed and then start preparing for the flight in 3 hours."

"Riight . . ." Matt would sigh in disappointment, just waking up each and every morning to get ready and rush in break fast for a flight that's leaving in a few hours and just fight against time was really getting tiring. But as for the hard work she did, when Matt looked down to that soft, shining hazel gaze, he felt so proud of Amy Dumas. After so much that happened to her, she still had the strength and courage to smile, and do what she had to do with a happy heart. She said something like; "Very neatly organized if I do say so myself don't you think?" in her best ever executive accent. Matt sighed again, "Did I tell you that I just LOVE you?" He didn't know what to say that was how he felt for her. Pure love, TRUE love, actually his feelings were undefineable if that's a word. Amy sighed back, "Yes you did, but would you get a move on already?" He wasn't blaming her, after all she scheduled everything so perfectly, he had to obey her commands if that was the case, but either way, he wanted a morning kiss before exiting the bed. Matt said; "So that's the thanks I get for loving you in the morning?"

Through her gorgeous face, Matt saw that grin once more fly in her soft pink lips. "No . . ." Amy slowly began saying as her palms once again rubbed against his sideburns, "For loving me in THIS morning, the thanks you get is this:" Softly and slowly, knowing what he wanted as if she just read her boyfriend's mind, Amy closed her eyes and leaned on towards to smooch in another love-making kiss. Slicing between his lips with her tongue as Matt peeked his through hers, the cute pair coupled once again in the bed of their hotel room when Amy moved her hand from his face to surround it all the way over his nape in a pulling motion. When Matt's hands wrapped around her inside, the two locked in a more sexual, long-lasting kiss than the ones before . . . after all their flight was due 3 hours.

~ 8:38:09 PM ~

12 hours passed, and in those last hours nothing short of loveable cute socialization occurred to Matthew Hardy and Amy Dumas. As planned, after a brief dress up and big breakfast to start the day, they two packed for their flight and headed for the airport where a small meet&greet gathering took place between a crowd of fans. Of course, both the Hardcore and the Woman's Champion were gladly able to sign those graphs and take the photos. Their flight took them to the next state for the Saturday Night House Show. They arrived at the arena shortly after the first match ended, surprisingly no sight of Chris Jericho or any members of Evolution were found once Matt and Lita entered the building. It was said by the GM that both parties had the night off accept for Triple H from Evolution who had a mixed tag-match as the main event. There was also a little confusion given that Amy's title match was changed to a RAW match on the week before Royal Rumble. Instead, tonight her competition would be nil and would actually be decided for the contenders of tomorrow's big 4-way title defense match. As for Matt, he still had to go through the World's Strongest Man: Mark Henry.

And in the ring he squared off with about 500 fans cheering for the Sensei of Mattitude and his manager who stood by ringside to watch her wrestler, or as she calls him, the knight in armor, defend the Hardcore Title in this grueling match that was, of course, presented with the rules of no-holds-barred. The pain in his spine would prove to be fatal if he didn't go through the procedures and of course, that unforgettable body massage through the passionate hands of Amy Dumas. But that remembrance only led to the striking punch Matt ate, he needed to stop thinking about the relaxing body massage last night and concentrate on the match! Amy was tapping on the apron for him! When another blow to his head struck, Matt caught it with his hand, countering with a blow of his own, Matt chopped the gigantic gorilla three times to set him barely in the middle of the ring. He ran to the ropes, rebounded, came back with a clothesline . . . to see that it had no effect on the larger wrestler! Matt went to the other ropes, and again came with a clothesline in true WWE fashion to come up with the same results. Clenching his teeth, Matt went for the third, right, rope keeping in mind that he needed to jump to either a forearm-smash or a spinning elbow.

But, shit happened when Theodre Long, Mark Henry's trusted mentor, grabbed Matt by his feet as he reached the ropes to trip him down! Henry went ballistic from this point and picked Matt off from his feet and started to bash him right and left, throwing him from corner to corner, clotheslines after clotheslines. Though those moves didn't effect in majority, it was enough to keep Matt exhausted throughout. At one point Amy started screaming for Matt to counter, because what was coming down, weighed more than Kane and Batista combined because Mark Henry was attempting a huge elbow drop from the second rope!!! Cameras were flashing in the cheers of the fans because they wanted Matt to recover as well, the flashes of the cameras however, were coming from those who thought it was over. Miraculously the Sensei of Mattitude and the current holder of the Hardcore Championship Belt, managed an embarking counter when he lifted his knees up to let the fat guy crash his ribs into Matt's shin! Though the weight of Henry did effect Matt's legs slightly, it was recoverable as Henry gained more of the pain on a measuring scale. From the corner of his eyes while he was getting back to his shaky feet, Matt saw Lita jumping in glory and Long jumping in sadness. He was weakened by the earlier moves . . . tonight's brawl wasn't much of a pain like the match with Test only the night before, but it was challenging to face someone three times the body size of the Hardcore Champion.

Out of breath, weak in strength, Matt still had the energy left to shout out 'VeeeeeeeeeOOooneeeeuuuuuhhhh' with his raising hand combination to the cheer of the many fans who stood up from their seats. Of course, the only other person screaming at ringside who had a different p.o.v was Teddy who was actually shouting 'NO! NO!' in a chanting tune.

When Henry turned around, gripping his stomach in sheer pain, Matt locked in a very swift twist, that fated Henry's winning chances to a zero. Emerging, Matt picked his body and reconnected the Twist-Of-Fate a second time, knowing that pinning now wouldn't give him a victory. The second twist gave Henry a bounce off the floor of the ring to fall spine first into the mat. Hardy knew he had this thing at the edge, he gave Amy a wink who returned it with a blowing-kiss for the fans to pop that part greatly in numbers.

Matt proceeded towards the turnbuckle that was nearest to Henry's sense less body. But as he began climbing the ropes, he saw Teddy running to the aprons and distracting both the referee and the champion! Matt paused, wondering if he should kill the baldy first or finish the match, suddenly Lita yanked the other manager off the apron to let him crash into the plains of the hard floor below. Matt shot a smile and went to the top rope, knowing that to connect the Leg-Drop would presumably allow the opponent to recover and counter, Matt didn't turn but flew 360degrees while airborne and crashed in a rib-breaking famous move known as the top-rope Moonsault! Normally Amy's finisher but heck it was a Team eXtreme specialty once.

The ref came in contact with the pinfalls once the shoulders were in preferable position: '1' Lita was also cheering with her hands counting the falls with the V1 sign, '2' '3!' The bell rang, Lita slid in, Matt held up his hand up high. Yet again, another successful title defense completed his average day of the week. Amy gave her boyfriend a big hug and posed for the cameras together in the ring, both holding up the 2 titles they possessed. The only 2 titles that Evolution could never get. In a way, Matt understood why Evolution hated them so much; jealousy. Or envy if that was Batista felt.

The line of matches tonight had a rather normal combination that featured nothing but normal-styled wrestling. No big segments or any memorable events, just plain wrestling matches; a thing that barely happens in the industry these days. The line up was La' Resistance vs. the team of Val Venis and Lance Storm. With Venis and Storm getting the pinfall easily. That followed by a match between Jazz and Jackie to which the ECW female brawler won after a striking maneuver to advance to Amy's 4-way match on tomorrow's show. The next match was between Victoria and Gail Kim who had one chance to return back in action but failed when Victoria won with a rather great response from the fans. The Matt with Lita vs. Henry with Long followed that and the upcoming main event featured Triple H and Kane teaming to take on Shawn Michaels and Booker T.

Matt and Lita returned back stage as the next match took place, tomorrow would be the Sunday showdown, the locker room named the Sunday House Show that as a tease to those who had to compete instead of competing in MTV's Live Sunday Night Heat. But it was no mere joke that it was called the Sunday Showdown, because every week it had to be the best House Show of the week, and mostly filled with segments and title matches. As for the group of Matt Hardy and Lita, they both had a schedule that featured a 4-way match. Amy with her Woman's Championship 4-way elimination combination, while Matt had to deal with a group of Test, Mark Henry and Booker T for the Hardcore Title, and the frustrating part had to be that the entire hardcore-match would be a ladder-match!

But there would be another catch, for the Sunday Showdown, Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus would be there, Matt could show the sneaky rockstar just how sneakier the creator of Mattitude could be himself; for the recording was still in the Hardy's possession.

~ 10:57:39 PM ~

"What do YOU want?" Dave Batista didn't leave his hometown in the last few days, he still had the fear of Matt Hardy in him. No matter how badly he wanted that Hardcore title, he wanted to win it on his terms, and when he did, he wanted to make sure he would be successful to sexually experience Amy Lita Dumas a second time. Raping didn't matter to him because he already did it and was getting away with it, or atleast that was what he thought.

He was in the middle of his exercising, and he was sweating badly, dripping literally as his muscles were seemingly tensed. There was that woman on the door, the one who spoke with Eric Bischoff the night before, her movements in the darkness hinted several things but none that indicated good. She moaned and walked towards the bulked man, "Well Dave . . . isn't that your name? Hmm, I never saw someone as hard as you are now, what's wrong? Is my dress too revealing to you?"

"I said what do you want?!"

"Business Batista, business. Of course, there is pleasure included but more business."

"What kind of business?"

Her answer gave Batista a little strange feel at the pit of his stomach: "Lita business." Her tone wasn't joking this time.

(To Be Continued)

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A/N: "Next update on Friday! Let me know if this was good or not!"