A/N: "Many thanks goes to Kay, Shinna, Lil Mary and Me Am No Dumb Idiot. Here is a brief response to your reviews: Kay: I appreciate your words, just glad you like this! Shinna: Well I updated on time, hope that was soon? LilMary: YES I heard about Jeff returning! It'll be great to see him again but I heard this rumor (can't say if it's official yet. Only a rumor) that the WWE doesn't want the Hardy Boyz as a tag-team so they want to keep them apart? And since MHV1 is Face on RAW, I'm guessing Jeff could be sent to Smackdown! And I think we all believe that SD needs all the superstars they can get! Ha, ha. And Trish has hazel eyes? I didn't know that! Well yeah she has brown pupils in some of the pictures but I thought they were contacts? I don't know, sorry if I was wrong back there! Mandi: Hey I don't have to ask about the name change. I KNOW why you did it: Me = M Am = A No = N Dumb = D and Idiot = I. You got the first letters of those words to make up your name! Mandi! Okay, okay so I admit I had to see your bio blush its cooler this way. Yeah, welcome to my world. A world without Monday nights of RAW! I don't have the channels, I can't be sure if I'm able to see the RAW episode every Monday or not! It's totally insane, and well I heard that Hokey is really popular in Canada? I'm not that big a hokey or baseball fan really; I like basketball but not those. But favorite sport is (I think it ain't a mystery) wrestling! Don't worry about the reviews! It's fine. Thanks!

Well the happenings on RAW last Monday was really weird, what DOES Kane want? Now he's smelling and kissing Lita?! That was gross, I mean KANE kissing her. Hmm . . . this is really getting interesting, I'm just glad that the WWE made Matt face again and got him involved with Lita, this way I think I have a smoother transfer for the RAW story of this fic to the 'real-world'. You'll see what I'm talking about!

Chapter 31:

It was dark outside, with heavy currents of cold wind consisting of snow blowing throughout that darkness. It wasn't 'one-of-those-days' to be outside. Rather it could be labeled as 'one-of-those-days' as in a bad, unlucky atmosphere. But this was the house of Dave Batista, and his friends amongst the Evolution faction wasn't in contact with him through miles of difference. Still, his mind was racing as he stood in his basement, it wasn't as cold down there than it was out there, he was sweating.

"So let me get this straight . . ." He spoke out in a rough manner, but slowly trying to think through what the proposal was, "You want MY help?" As he stood there not moving but looking at the diva that sat by the window, Batista squealed a smile across his face. Sometimes, he thought, that even strangers bring home the best of offers.

Molly Holly let out another seductive moan from the depths of her voice as she slowly started to get up from her chair, "Did I not just tell you that?" She said, walking around the World Tag-Team Champion with her cat-walk-styled movements. She wore nothing other than a very revealing set of see-through shirt, of course making the tight fit of underwear beneath the shirt completely in view. She hissed in his ear, "When was the last time you heard that a contender shifts her championship title match to two weeks later on purpose?" It wasn't a doubt that the way Molly spoke to Batista was of means for adultery ways, in other words to seduce him into her scheme. As the number one contender for the woman's championship, she had higher plans for assurance that she wins that title. She said; "I need your help to win that match against Lita so that I can be the WWE Woman's Champion again!" Her tone changed from light to rage. "I can't afford to waste this chance to be at the top of the woman's division again . . . I WANT to be in the Wrestlemania championship match, and if you help me Batista . . . I know together we can make that happen." Her red lips started to kiss against the sweated shoulders of Dave's body, though they grunted, in a twisted way he enjoyed what she was doing. "Mmm . . ." Molly gave another moan, " . . . salty."

Batista gave out a laugh, putting an end to whatever she was doing, "That's a very tempting offer, but what is in it for ME?" With a shove of his hand, Dave pushed Molly's hand off of his to see that shock in her face.

But she quickly smiled again, grinning . . . following her gaze, Batista saw her eyes were looking down his body, at the core where he seemed to be very . . . straight. "Well," She started once more, "Do you actually think I do my work without planning it first?" Moving closer to his roughed structure, Molly Holly pressed herself to him, with one hand she slowly trailed it from his chest down the waves of his muscles to his pair of boxers where it was tight. "If you help me," she said, "Not only will you get back at Matt Hardy for . . . I don't know, I heard rumors around the lockers that for some reason you are SCARED of the Hardcore Champion . . ."

That had to be the limit of his patients, her hands were just about to reach down to grab the tip of his growing cock when Batista pushed her by her arms and slammed her against the nearing wall, "ENOUGH!" he literally screamed and shook with anger and hatred as he glared at Molly's face. She smiled.

"I am NOT afraid of Matt Hardy." He spat at her, "DO you HEAR ME!? I am NOT a coward!"

"Then how come you are trying to avoid him? Or at least, that's what I hear in those rumors. What are the reasons that make you stay away from him?" Dave stopped the pressure on her arms when he heard those, stopped for thinking about what this woman was saying.

She said; "Now, rumors usually start from gossiping . . . and . . ." He gave her that same angered glare, "And what?!"

Smiling again, the brunette trailed her fingers through his bushy hair, "And . . . I personally heard something going on at the trainers room just last night . . . your dear brother Triple H and Matt Hardy with that bitch was there, in the same room."

"What were they talking about?!" He pressed her tighter against the wall at that sentence, normally he wouldn't trust a slut like her, but what if his so-called Evolution 'brother' was really a mole?

"I don't KNOW that! I just saw Paul Levesque exiting the trainer's room and then saw that trouble-couple inside the trainer's room. I heard Dumas saying something like: 'So what else is new? Batista is afraid of my boyfriend' and . . . I had to leave. I couldn't stay there any longer because of my own things to take care of. In any point, I think if you help me fold up that fan-favorite Lita . . . you will not only get back at Matt Hardy for saying that you are afraid of him. But you will also get that precious little Amy Dumas to suffer and rot without her precious little title."

"What ELSE did you hear?" His force was growing but a slight hint of pain in her face stopped it. "I'm not saying anything until you guarantee my title."

He groaned, "That's fair I guess . . . but wait," Slowly, Dave released her arm but didn't stop his cornering pose, "Making Matt Hardy and Lita suffer is something I would like very much, and to assure you I can do it on my own . . . but since I'm going to help YOU. I'm gonna need something more than just a thought Molly." In his eyes flashed a very familiar glare, though new to Molly, it was that same gaze he had on that night when he broke into the hotel room of Amy Christine Dumas. And a smirk at the corner of his mouth to complete that face, Batista stared at the soft skin in this diva's body. But unlike Amy, Molly did not cower in the corner, and to Batista's please she actually gave back a satisfied smile! "I think . . ." her voice was once again in the form of those whispers, "I can PAY for what you want very, VERY well." Her body was unusually bent upwards, as Dave's hands were attached firmly at the wall to make sure the pigeon in his grip wouldn't go away, an act he did to Lita only a few weeks back. Molly used her hand to unbutton her shirt while being like that, giving out sighs of astonishment. Flipping the last button through its hole, with a swift move of her hands Molly let her netted shirt to drop to the floor while she stood there now with only that black piece of skin-tight bra. His eyes gave that look of a pleasure made of sexual needs, Molly returned it with a smile on her pouting lips, sticking her breasts in his face she held Dave by his cheeks when she finally spoke to what was really going on. She said, "Well then . . . if I understand this correctly I'm SURE I can give you what you want . . . although you surprise me Dave. Normally I wouldn't have thought you would fall for a physical seduction. Hmm, I guess I was wrong."

She was leaning closer to his harden, sweating body, and the closer she got, the more well Batista felt about his actions. This would be way better than any type of stripper for the night; at least he had a diva for an entire week. Wrapping his strong arms around her waist, Dave slowly started to unhook that bra and dug in her ear to whisper "If you want honesty . . ." his fingers worked at that strap of her lingerie while licking the sides of her neck. He spoke and did at the same time, saying; "I want that bitch's body in my bed."

"Mmm," slowly she closed her eyes as his lips started to kiss at the soft spots just below her ear, "Lita?" like a snake that hisses for blood, Batista replied "Yes." By this time, he was at the last button of her black strap when Molly stopped him. To his surprise, Molly Holly pushed him off, and her voice was back to normal once again, rather than that slow motion of body language added in her words. "I can't guarantee you her body, only mine." It was as if Molly somehow found her conscience, she started to walk away saying "I'll see you Monday night then." But his gigantic shoulder was before her to prevent Molly from passing him. Batista grinned down a smile of punishment, "I normally prefer my payment in advance."

Molly Holly smiled. "I see . . . then I guess I can spend the night here . . . sexualize your brain until it explodes and maybe we can think of a way to get that bitch in here as well, on next week's Monday of course." Tilting his head down, Batista reached behind her to snap off the strap completely off her and hence letting it drop to the floor with her shirt, exposing Molly Holly to her pink, erect tits. She smiled devilishly.

"Oh I have other plans for Lita, you see . . . I need a night when I can power-bomb her thin little body HARD to the pavement, after brutalizing her boyfriend of course. And then, we can bring her to the hotel and tie her hands and feet to the bed after tearing off her clothes to spread that skunk out open in front of EVERYONE. While me and some of my —boys— start to eat her flesh bit by aching bit, you can hit her with a whip or something to keep her screaming in agony. She will scream, both in pain and of me. Heh, heh, heh . . . Monday night, when you win that Woman's Championship, we will finish doing this to her petty little life." As evil was that snicker coming out from Molly's mouth, Dave's way of expressing his true colors looked scarier; he had his teeth clenched as he dove into her chest and started to feast upon what he had for tonight, naturally in response Molly Holly laughed in joy and delight. Stopping briefly to bite his skin, she said: "But we won't kill her, that way her pain will last longer . . ."

Smiling through the same mouth that was sucking the lush breast in his mouth, Dave mentally noted a very frightening message, and he told himself 'Oh the pain I sent her has already started rotting the hot redhead emotionally . . .'

~ 11:15:09 PM ~

Every single night, he had to be in a new hotel room, every single night as Matt sat checking his emails on the laptop while Amy does her paper work, he feels as if they are more closer together. They are, but when he spends time with Amy like this, it feels something more. As if they were a real couple, a MARRIED couple. But that wasn't what Matt Hardy wanted to feel right now, he wanted to give her all the love and support he could. After what she had gone through, after all that happened to her on that day, Amy needed care. And just the thought of her WRESTLING so fast and defending that stupid title against not one, but four other contenders was nothing but unfair.

He was sitting at the small desk-like table opposing the bed and connecting to the green curtained walls. Luckily there was a balcony on their hotel room, of course most of the rooms that were located at this side of the building had balconies, but Matt found it just wonderful to have one in a night like this. The competition with Mark Henry wasn't that big of a fight surprisingly. The balcony, which by the way had sliding glassed-doors, was just a few meters away from the bed; the thick green curtains were pulled at that side while the curtains at the door side was open to reveal the glassed door. He could clearly see the snow falling beside him. Amy was lying on the bed, with that folder consisting of the matches and every other 'schedule' of themselves that she had to fulfil. God, Matt thought, she was working very long and hard with that file. Especially today she had been working with it ever since they arrived from the airport. She liked working as a manager, and right now she was on the phone with non-other than Eric Bischoff, the General Manager of Monday night RAW. "Fine, alright we'll be there." She spoke while flipping through some papers on that folder to look into what the object was about. Matt was listening to what she said, and by the sound of it, it wasn't a good deal.

After heaving out a sigh of discomfort, Amy closed her cellular. "God, can you believe this?" Turning around to face her from the distance, Matt saw his girl rubbing her forehead with her hand. "What happened?"

Sighing, Amy sat up, "He said that there's this whole meeting taking place after RAW next Monday, all the title-holders and creative teams will be there. Even McMahon."

"LINDA McMahon?" Matt asked with a raised eyebrow, it wasn't every week that the head of the board would drop by for a meeting with the entire RAW staff. Amy said "BOTH McMahons." And when Vincent Kennedy McMahon, the owner of World Wrestling Entertainment would come on RAW without him being involved in any sorts of storylines, it wouldn't be a meeting that was worth nothing. Matt knew that, he sighed. "Well did Bischoff even SAY what the meeting was about?"

Amy shook her head "He says even HE doesn't know what its about. Something big that's for sure, I mean Mr. McMahon coming here, without a storyline, Bischoff said its something about a cancellation of one of the titles."

This time, it was Matt who shook his head following a sigh, "Great, I guess now I'm the 'defunct Hardcore champion'." From the corner of his eyes, Matt saw her writing in a note on the file, most likely the date of 20-Jan-04, before she closed the file and got up from the springy bed. "Well actually we're not SURE which title. That's gonna be what the discussion is about . . . I think." Matt nodded to her answer and continued to check if there was any email that needed his attention.

"Watcha doing?" soon enough as those words followed, Matt could feel Amy's arms around his neck from behind, she rested her chin on his head and looked down at the laptop that was set firmly on the table in front of her dear boyfriend. Matt shrugged, "Nothing . . . just checking if there's any email . . . and there is!"

Amy narrowed her eyes in a smiling way, "From whom?" She asked, still not moving away from atop of his head. Matt said "Dan."

"Dan?"

"Yeah, Dan, from the creative team."

She stood quietly while Matt clicked on the subject that said 'Important notes about the Royal Rumble'. Amy was wearing a very comfortable white cotton blouse, her red hair was let loose to fly across her shoulders while she wore a pair of night trousers. As they waited for the email to come to the screen, Amy toyed with Matt's hair and started to release his tied black strands. Matt on the other hand, wore a black T-shirt and white cotton pants. "Dear Matt," he started to read aloud the message that came on the screen, "Hey, its me Dan from the creative team. Listen, I added an attachment to this email that I need you to give Amy. This is just an attachment about the upcoming Royal Rumble PPV and contains the rest of the story line between you guys and Evolution. Hope you like it. Dan."

"Yeah we need to see those as soon as possible! Bischoff didn't include the full story line here . . ." Amy would give Matt a small peck on his head, "Well it's set for download." Matt didn't move from his chair, instead, he tilted his head all the way up to see Amy looking down, she gave him a small kiss at the middle of his lips. She smiled, "Y'know Matt, just being with you makes me forget about everything else that's happening around us . . . I love you."

Matt Hardy stood up from his chair, at times like this the only thing that came to his mind was just how lucky he was to be with her. But it also brings those angered memories, those that Matt could only blame onto himself, he didn't say this to Amy, but he felt it like that. If only he was there, if only he could've stopped Batista before it happened, but it wasn't possible anymore. Matt wasn't there on that night, Batista was, he was the one who attacked her, he was the one who took Amy for advantage and . . .

"Is something bothering you honey?" Her soft words against his cheek blasted Matt away from his thoughts. "Wha?"

"Nothing, its just that ever since we arrived at the arena this evening, you're sorta acting . . . well, worried." Matt could see her notice. He was worried; worried to death over the woman he loved; Amy Dumas. He heaved out a sigh, a deep breath to take out the anxiety he felt. "You're half right Amez," he had to tell her how he was feeling, he had to tell her that he was really, REALLY worried about her.

"What's wrong?" Her words were as soft as her lips; she looked so beautiful. Matt couldn't hold it back, but what he truly felt was if Amy would feel . . . weak, that was the last thing he wanted her to feel. She needed comfort, caring, love, Matt knew Amy needed him. And when she truly needed him, he wasn't there, the only thing he wanted now was to make that up for her, and he knew that it would be impossible. He sighed again, what if his concern would make her feel more vulnerable? He was there for her, and the love he had for her would surely tell her that. "Tomorrow's event, Sunday Showdown? That's what's wrong." He finally said it, but he moved out of her face towards the balcony to slide open the glassed doors.

"I don't get it," Amy smiled at him, "What's wrong with Sunday Showdown?"

Matt went outside into the balcony, Amy shouldn't wrestle; at least not against 4 other contenders SO soon. She needed rest, he thought.

"What?" She thought it was a joke or something, smiling she followed him into the balcony, looked at his eyes, but what she saw wasn't a joking pair of puppy-dog-eyes, she saw a serious glance filled with concern. "Matty what are you talking about?" She didn't understand.

"Amez . . ." Pulling the diva by her hand, Matt slowly whispered to her, wanting her to take some time off. "You weren't supposed to wrestle against FOUR other women tomorrow night. You were supposed to wrestle against one, and that was how it should've been." He could see that confusion in her eyes, but slowly, she started to see where he was going. He said; "After what happened to you—"

"Matt, just because what happened 2 weeks ago doesn't mean I should stop living. I love wrestling, and I love you. I—"

"—Need to rest. Take some time off from work. You need to relax," Matt finished her sentence. But that wasn't what she had in mind. In reality, just because of the rape, Amy didn't want time off, she wanted to continue her life and put it behind her. But, in other ways, Matt was right. She needed rest, just 2 weeks ago she was violently sexually assaulted by a man two times her body size. She didn't answer, Amy looked at the floor and tried hard to block away any form of tear that was slowly coming in her soft, hazel eyes.

"Sweetheart . . . oh god Amy I'm so sorry . . . I . . . I didn't mean to—"

"It's alright Matt, I'm your girlfriend for god's sake." Though it was hard to keep those tears, Amy gave a wary smile, "You should be concerned. You have the right to be concerned." But through those eyes, the ones that were slowly turning wet, Matt saw a hurting look. "Amy . . . I . . . I just don't want you to work so hard." Pulling her slightly by her back, Matt took Amy in a strong, caring embrace. Her head fell on his shoulder; she didn't say anything. "I'm sorry if I ever—" "—No Matt, its not that," she finally said a word through a breaking voice, she was shaking her head, biting her lips but she couldn't stop the tears. And before she knew it, Amy once again started crying on his shoulders. She had him to hold on to now.

"Heey, it's okay . . . don't be like that." Matt wanted to bring any kind of peace to her, but sometimes, he knew that when a person is very sad, they should cry out the sadness. That would be the only way to cope with it.

It was the balcony, how quiet it was at this time of the night, as Amy was weeping against him, he could hear, no he could feel her body shaking. The snow was cold, the wind was colder, but now Matt knew that Amy's heart was freezing with what happened. Indeed some memories never go away. He let out a sigh, "Amy . . . honey, that's what I'm talking about. I just don't want you to start fighting so soon, you . . . need to relax. Get this whole thing off of your mind, I just don't understand why you don't want to file that asshole. He deserves to be rotting in jail. Why aren't you doing that?" His words meant the world to her, anxiety, depression, everything faded when she is with him. But that anxiety, that depression, isn't gone. Amy would feel that in her soul, Matt felt that depressed pain inside of himself. He wanted to protect her, to take her in his arms and never let go. But justice would be hard to find. He was right, she knew he was, but she just wasn't in that phase. Amy panted against his shoulder blades "I don't know, I just don't know,"

"You shouldn't be afraid Amez, as long as I'm around, you know you're safe. I wouldn't let anything or anyone harm you, not Amy Dumas. I love you,"

"I know . . . I know . . ." he could barely hear her, she was struggling to talk, "I guess . . . I'm not ready yet." And she didn't remove herself from that embrace. It was an embrace she felt safe inside, after that thing with Batista; everything would seem so . . . unfair. But whenever she was with Matt, she didn't feel unfair, she didn't feel like a rotting woman, she felt like a real human being, she felt loved. There was a sofa on the balcony, very slowly, he gently pushed Amy to guide her to that couch. He sat first and pulled her to his arms yet again, her head fell on his chest, she could feel his love lifting her once again as she laid on his broad figure. From here they could see the entire city in a gorgeous view, the snow fell so sweetly down to the streets floors below.

Matt wanted to make her feel like that, but it was just so hard to explain everything in words. But he had to try, she had to try, before he even said anything. Amy began expressing her feeling, she began to say what she thought she never could say, it had to be his comfort that enabled her but she said it. "Matt . . . after what happened on that night,"

"Shh baby, you don't have to talk about it."

"No I need to say it, I NEED to tell you."

He listened, with a strong heart that had her face, Matt listened to her trauma, a scary thing he would give anything away to cure.

She couldn't talk, but she had to say it through her tears, they weren't as clear but Matt understood what she was saying, "After I was raped that night, I couldn't be myself. I don't know for how long it took me but I cried, I cried alone. What broke me apart was that; not only was I raped, but for a reason, I couldn't stop, I couldn't push him away. He was strong I was weak. Every time I pushed him he started to grip me, bite me. I don't think he knows this but . . . I didn't fall asleep . . . I fainted."

The look on his face was pure anger, he didn't want to hear this, but he had to. Part of him wanted to run, and keep on running until he would find that dirty son of a bitch and just kill him. Just make him bleed to death, but the other part, the part of Matt Hardy that was still sane, knew he had to listen it and he had to soothe that discomfort away from Amy first. Batista would get his, but Amy needed him first. "Amez . . ."

"Matt, I can't trust the world any more. I . . . I don't know why," the broken voice she had started to stretch and prevent her even more from being able to talk, the memories, that experience was so hard on her. It made Matt feel that guilt of not being there. But didn't say anything, just listened to what she said, "I never trusted Batista, I knew what the ass kind of man he was . . . but I just can't find the courage to be myself. The only thing that keeps me sane, the only thing that makes me feel like a woman, like a real human, is you. Your love is all I have."

Matt could feel his heart being eaten from inside out, "No Amy, you have ME. I will never stop loving you, but that doesn't mean that what that son of a bitch did, made you any less of a woman. You are strong, I know you are. Don't be threatened because of what he did. HE is the weaker one," He just didn't know what else he could say. But what he did was tighten the embrace, because now he felt just how badly his Amy needed him, she was afraid. That couldn't happen any more, "You can't be afraid, you are LITA. You are the WWE Woman's champion, you are a lot more than anything Batista could ever be."

She wasn't holding back the tears, she was crying against him, she was crying on his shoulder, in his arms and that meant a lot to her. "I love you," she said again, muffing against his neck, Matt kissed her head, her nape, her forehead, and every where else on her face. He kissed away the tears on her cheeks, and hugged her once more, "I love you more, I'm sorry Amy I should've been—" But she wouldn't let Matt finish his word, she moved away from his shoulder and locked in their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss, flickering their tongues against one another in a romance filled smooch. There wasn't a thing more than that love that Amy wanted. She purred against his lips; "And your love is all that I need," he kissed her on the lips once more a second time and broke off soon after.

It wasn't a doubt that the cold outside was chilling to the bone, but it didn't bother them. Matt started to wipe the tears from her eyes with his thumbs, rubbing it against her cheeks to clean them off. He still had a lot to say; "I just don't know how I could've been so selfish, I know I should've been there." Even he felt tears in his eyes now, but Amy hushed him; "Matt, I told you before, it isn't your fault."

"And it isn't yours."

"I know, I just LOVE you. And I just want that love,"

Matt replied, "Its yours, I am yours. Just . . . don't be afraid of anyone in this world. You need some time to relax,"

"Matt . . . YOU make me relax. Do you think I need anything else in this world other than my boyfriend's love?" by the time she tried to drink her lips of Matt's kiss, she noticed they were dry.

"What did the doctor tell you the last time you saw her?"

"She said there was no sign of any pregnancies, I'm fine." Slightly sliding the couch, Matt leaned against it for Amy to have a bit more comfort, still holding the beautiful creature in his arm. He held her arm by his hand and slowly started to rock, as if taking care of a child. "Everything will be alright," his words were so true, she believed him with everything her soul was created of. "I know," she whispered "I have you,". Matt laid a single kiss on her head a second time "I love you," smiling. Amy returned that smile, she said; "I love you more."

As time passed on so fast, Matt couldn't let go of Amy as they watched the snow fall tenderly into the night. Their abstract thoughts were as one; love. As long as they had each other, both Matthew and Amy knew they could fight against any challenges, they could deal with any block that came in their path. The future was a happy place, and the road to a happy future is a happier present. When Matt looked down to see the girl he would die for, he saw a sleeping Amy leaned against his chest, peacefully she was drifted into a land of dream. When did this happen, he had no clue, and in reality he didn't want to find out. It would disturb her. He smiled, and slowly, slid his arm between her legs, Matt lifted Amy off the couch as she moaned against him. When he stood up, holding the woman of his dreams while her hands were inside the sanctuary of his masculine body, Matt carried Amy inside their room once again, through the glassed door and laid her on the bed softly before joining Amy in a long, peaceful sleep.

~ 12:31:09 ~

"I just LOVE a man who enjoys raping." Molly Holly sat bare naked on top of Dave Batista's body. While he gulped down an entire bottle of the strongest alcoholic drink he could find, Holly started to toy with the erect manhood he was gaining. Blindly, Batista screamed out: "I'M FUCKING MOLLY HOLLY!" to which the diva helplessly giggled. "Gimme that," the two had been drinking and reached the peak of being drunk. At a point the half of the World Tag Team Champion started to vomit but he didn't stop. As Molly finished the bottle and threw it behind her, she started once again to lean on top of the man she was in bed with tonight. She moved like a snake, moaning, touching, licking her way from his crotch to his chest. Batista laughed, "Heh, heh, heh. THE WORLD IS FUCKED UP WITH ALL OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!" From time to time, he would scream out pointless phrases as well as Molly who now screamed back; "FUCKED UP AND SUCKING HARD!" As she raised her upper body to let her dangling breasts throb against Batista's lips, Dave bit the end of her nipple and pulled her down, she screamed in pain, but started laughing once she was being suckled.

None of them were thinking properly at this point, just screaming and drinking and screaming once more. Batista released her breast and spat at her mouth that he had to pee. She puckered her lips and spitted on his face, screaming that "PEE ON ME!" And held his shaking cock to which Batista released his trouble all the way spraying the urine all over their bodies and started to laugh ridiculously. "I want Amy Dumas's body to FUCK AGAIn."

"SHE ISN'T HERE!" Molly screamed,

"bRRINg HeR heere! I want to FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK HER AAAASSSSSSSSS To HELL!" They were as what some might say 'high'. The gross things they were doing didn't even occur to them just how insane it seemed. They were naked, drunk, and started to pee at each other! Not to mention that after that they were some how sharing a sexual coarse and were obsessed with it. Batista was, but more likely as he got drunk, he started to tell Molly of how 'fucking' good Amy Dumas felt, and how fucking much he wanted to fuck her again. "Y'know her breasts?" He drooled on her, "Ah HA?"

"They are like yours only fucking sexier!" Molly slapped him, and then laughed again, "I wonder how Matt Hardy's penis is like?!"

"I HIT him in the penis at Armageddon! Making HIS armageddon so I could fuck his girlfriend the next night! He, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

"FUCK ME!" Molly shouted, grabbing Batista by his throat and trying to choke him only to see she had no strength of her body what's so ever. Dave yelled "I already DID," to her response of it being "FUCK ME AGAIN YOU BASTARD!" As their laughter, drinking, disgusting, hardcore sexing continued, both Batista and Molly Holly would reveal their most deepest and darkest of secrets to each other. The very scene of it was so disturbing, that many would have been glad that the lights were turned off in the bedroom.

The night was very different for both 'couples', Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas spent their night together in bed after falling asleep on each other's arms, while Dave Batista and Molly Holly collapsed after too much beer was drank. Though the conclusion of Batista and Molly were that of drooling, naked, drunken bodies, they were surprised the morning after when they woke up. At least Batista was when he woke up to see no body sleeping next to him in the bed. Molly had left him with a note that said: 'I'll see you later'. As for Matthew Moore Hardy and Amy Christine Dumas, they woke up in each other's arms, with smiles for a good day to come. And the same morning came across to another Hardy and his beneficial other. Jeff Hardy woke up this morning to see Trish Stratus jumping off their shared bed to answer a long ringing phone.

"What gives?" When he said that after a kiss was torn off his lips, Trish gave a sorry look from her side of the bed and clicked her cell phone to see who called in the unearthly time of 7:30AM

"Hello?"

"Trish! Where are you? Its me Chris, I've been waiting for you all night long here at Toronto. Where are you?" She was nothing more than shocked to hear his voice again, shocked for multiple reasons; he had the guts, he had the nerve and that he still had the mind that she was still with him after all Chris Jericho did! "Chris?" Was all the blonde hair diva could say, but she said it for Jeff Hardy to know who it was calling. "Ah YEAH! Chris? You're BOYFRIEND?! Where are you?"

~ The side of Y2J ~

He couldn't sleep last night, after that long, tiring day; he still couldn't fall asleep. Too much was going on, too many people were fighting to bring him down. And now, as he sat on the dining table of Trish Stratus's home in Toronto Ontario Canada, he too had some what of a same drunken fate as Dave Batista. "Hello? Trish are you even LISTENING?!" He heard quietness from the other line that made him say that. His heart was half of the way of explosion if she didn't say anything, and he couldn't even say THAT truth because he knew that if he told Trish he was worried she would ask why. Then what would he say? That he was worried because he saw her taking the flight to North Carolina where her ex-boyfriend happened to be in? Or that because he was worried that she was BACK with her ex-boyfriend, the same guy Chris paid a bundle to beat up? It just wasn't normal. At least in his drunken mind he didn't come up with a good enough lie. "Trish? Hello? TRISH!?"

At the first second when he heard something being said, his blurred eyes popped up, both in startle and in shock.

"Is that Chris?" And when Jericho heard that line, he knew whom in God's green earth that voice belonged to. With clenched teeth, y2j slammed down the receiver side of the phone hard on the dialing side of the phone. His face was vibrating in anger; it was turning red, almost as if reaching the limit of rage. "Fuck you Hardy." Was all he could say, with a combination of sleep-less eyes, Chris Jericho took the phone and threw it with all his remained strength towards the floor.

Naturally, it broke in two. And what he had in mind would result Jeffrey Nero Hardy to be the same. Chris screamed in fury the same three words: "FUCK YOU HARDY!!!"

(To Be Continued)

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A/N: The next update will be either on Sunday or Monday and will feature the Sunday Showdown AND the Monday night RAW (which has lots of twist compared to the original Jan 2nd week of RAW show). Let me know if you liked this. Though I find it hard to believe that the 2nd Batista part was 'good' it was just plain gross! (Of course it was meant to be that way) YUCK! I'm just feeling all 'unclean' because I wrote that! It was disgusting! EEW, yuck, yuck, yuck.

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