A/N: "Thanks to Shinna, Lil Mary: Yeah I think that could happen, and they might bring back the Hardy Boyz, lets see what happens. I actually want too see how Matt does as a face on a single wrestler career before they team up for as the Hardys again. Lets just hope Lita doesn't turn to Kane and be his SLAVE for Matt's sake! I heard that rumor going around that Amy could be with Kane. That'll SUCK! She won't be a heel but Kane will. I don't know, like you said who knows what will happen? Chloe: Well thanks for reviewing so nicely about all the chapters! Yeah the Kane thing was gross! Everyone is saying that. I'm just hoping that the rumor about Amy being with Kane for the sake of the entire roster won't happen. Lets see about that and um, I think what I do is that I thank the reviewer with a ranking system, like I thank who ever reviewed first, first, the second reviewer after that and so on. I think its really your timing of the reviews with which I write your names. I think I should be the one thanking YOU! Ha, ha. And finally MANDI: Yeah like I said, 'unclean', heh ,hee. It was really gross but hey I'm trying to make them look gross. About RAW, hey atleast you know you can see it if you stay up late. But you cant stay up late, for that, I think there is one bombing suggestion: Recording. If you slip a tape in your VCR before going to bed and set it for recording on the channel where RAW is airing, you can still watch it the next day because it'll be on tape. How's that for an idea?
As I mentioned earlier that this week will be the last for Loving You RAW, I think the finale will take place like at the end of the week, I'm living on Friday night so . . . wow. Everything is SO narrowed down! Ha, ha. Hope you enjoy this chapter. By the way, did any of you guessed what happened on the last chapter? I mean it's sort of a twist in the tale as some say, the one who can guess what that twist was will I don't know, have the title of great eyes? Ha, ha. I can't write LOL for some reason other wise I would've used it like a 10 times over in this a/n. Ha, ha. Well, try to guess the twist and lets see who really has the best memory."
Chapter 32:
He lingered kisses down her nape; her gorgeous raven hair was pinned in and tied to trace multiple folds on top to flow trails of spirally red hair on the sides of her forehead. Amy Dumas took in deep breaths to inhale Matt's sudden presentation on the back of her neck. They were both standing at the entrance of their backstage common locker room. This was in St. John's Newfoundland Canada, and this was the Sunday night House Show of the RAW Brand. Other wise known to the WWE roster as the 'Sunday Showdown'. One of the most pressured shows of a WWE program because tonight is the night when the ratings of each brand are calculated. And tonight being a weekend to the great fans in their average life, this had to be just perfect with unique match performances by every single superstar who are representing. Tonight their performance would be judged, and so too tonight would bring challenges to the titleholders of WWE Raw, every single title, beside the Tag Team and Heavyweight belts, were set to be defended. The losers of previous title matches of house shows in the past week would have another chance to go and grab that title gold. Both Matt Hardy the Hardcore Champion and his girlfriend the WWE Women's Champion Amy Dumas would have to face those challenges and defend their titles. Right now, they had just arrived at the arena, haven't even entered their private room. His hand was wrapped around her perfectly shaped waist while he kissed on the areas of her nape. Moving down and kissing the soft skin of her left shoulder blade and around it once again moving upwards the sides of her neck, nuzzling each ticklish hot kiss against her skin as he finally came to her cheek. Turning Amy around to face him, Matt gave her a simple kiss at the pout of her lips. He smiled at her remark, those responses of the kiss being a spreading grin across her beautiful face. Amy sported a black tank top and a black pair of designed pants complete with the lacy heel shoes. The make up in her face wasn't everything that made her look that beautiful, it was her beauty both as a woman and as a woman with a good heart. She also wore a silver necklace and a black overcoat, which was left opened for the cold weather down here in Newfoundland, although Matt's hands did move the coat for those kisses. She didn't let go of his face, only smiled to seal in another small kiss at the tip of his mouth.
"Baby, I don't want you doing this tonight." His voice was strong, filled with affection towards only her, Amy understood he was talking about the 4-way-match, the same thing he was talking about since the night before. She sighed, fading the smile. "Matty . . . I have to, I am OKAY with this." he inhaled her breath, her sweet icy breath, and sighed it out, Amy said; "I need to wrestle for the sake of this belt. And you know how much this means to me right?" She did not let go of him yet. Matt nodded.
"Yeah I know . . ." He wanted to protect her, he wanted to keep her safe and away from a dangerous place like this. For the sake of the good Lord Amy had only recovered from a drastic neck surgery only 7 months ago! But alas, that wasn't the case, she had a title match just like him.
"And besides," Amy patted her right hand on his cheeks, once again giving him a smile from the depths of her heart, "I think what I'm worried about most is YOU. Are you sure about YOUR title match?" It wasn't a doubt that both had matches against 3 other contenders, but Matt's match was deadlier because of the stipulations: Ladder.
Matt gave Amy a slight tight grip on her waist, smiling he told her "Amy . . . I NEED to wrestle for the sake of this belt. And you know how much this means to me right?" She shook her head with a giggle bursting through her mouth, "That's EXACTLY what I said!"
He smiled for the tricky response he could counter. "Well, yeah I do," Amy started to continue that, "And I also know that you will WIN out there. You have my faith."
He responded; "And you have my love." To end a long explanation shot, Amy leaned him closer with her hands for another kiss. Carefully slicing through his lips with her tongue to glue it with his inside. It lasted a full 3 seconds before Matt broke it, he said, "Why do we always worry about each other so much?"
Amy couldn't hold back her joy, her red glossed lips shined with her face with that earth-shattering smile, "Because we LOVE each other." she told him. Releasing his nape finally, Amy picked up her bags and opened the door she almost had her back against, pulling her boyfriend's arm for a motion, she said; "Now lets go, we need to prepare." But his eyes noticed something just across the hallway . . . another shared locker. And there he saw Jay entering it, Adam's brother and Chris Jericho tag team partner, Jay Copeland. "Hang on, hang on." Matt repeated his words to her and told her to go on inside, he had something to do.
When Amy saw the direction of Matt's gaze, she saw his vision and said "Oh . . . him." "Yeah . . ." those unforgettable thoughts were trying to return to her, but she knew she shouldn't remember some rants from a man like Chris Jericho, she knew better. Amy told Matt to "Be careful Matt . . ." as he proceeded to walk towards that locker, he looked back at her and gave her the V1 sign. Amy smiled again, her man was strong enough to deal with the likes of y2j, he was much, much better of a man than Chris. Slowly, she entered her door as Matt went to Christian, carrying his gym bag on his shoulder.
~ Jericho's side ~
Furious, angry and completely out of patients. That was the definition of Chris Jericho's current state. Angered at the Hardy family for everything they made him do, and everything they made him loose. Chris sat at the bench while Christian was talking to some fucked up gay friend of his on the phone. His long golden hair was left open atop his head while he covered his face inside his hands. Tonight, there was a match scheduled for him: Kane. Singles competition, but when battling KANE of all people 'single' doesn't count. That big walking monster was equal to three other brute-sized wrestlers! And tonight Chris was forced to set foot in the ring with him. Thank fully, it would be part of a storyline, a storyline that will involve Trish Stratus. Regaining his face from his palm, Chris looked at the picture he had his face buried into, he had a photo of that blonde Canadian diva he once used to fuck with every single night. Right now, she was the woman of another guy, not a man, a BOY. A kid two damn years younger than her and yet she fell for that bastard. Those were the feelings that burned inside Jericho, and he was sick of it.
All that reminded him of that picture of Trish, that picture from the early 2003 Babe of Year clip, all that reminded him was what a fucked up bitch she was. In fact, he didn't even care for her any more, she was another one of those ass-clowns. But then again; he thought, she always were. Grinding his teeth together, Chris crushed the plastic under his grip, letting all his anger into it, letting all of his hatred of both Hardy and Stratus into that force. Chris threw it in the trash that sat beside the steel lockers. "At least that's where you belong." He muttered to no body in particular.
"Ah . . . Chris?" He heard Jay's voice calling him from the door behind his back, "WHAT?!" he yelled back.
"Ah . . . Matt wants to talk to you."
At first his eyes went sort of wide with a fear of being beaten under his stomach, he stopped moving. "The hell with it!" He whispered under his voice, "Fucking son of a bitch . . ." he assumed it wouldn't be a very good visit. Once again from his back, he heard a voice, but it was the Hardcore Champion's voice this time. Matt told his younger cousin "Hey man, why don't you go and get a coffee or something? Mind me talking to Y-2-J over here for a while? Y'know, personal stuff?"
Chris pleaded his tag partner to deny it, "DENY IT!" he would scream in his head, but as stupid as that guy was, Christian said; "Sure no problem, hey I'll see ya later good luck on your match 'kay?" He also heard Matt replying: "Yeah thanks, oh yeah listen, kick Orton's ass on that match for me will ya?"
Chris heard laughter and then a door shut. A shut he felt was the last hope he had. Those so called 'body guards' were a one-night-only contract. He gulped and once again hoped that Matt Hardy didn't hear that.
"CHRIS! Jericho . . ." His name came with a slap against his shoulder. Slowly, very slowly, Chris turned around to see the Hardcore champion, already dropping a gym bag on the bench and walking from Chris's back to his confront him at the end of the bench. Standing.
"What the hell do you want?" He bravely asked, Chris reminded himself over and over again that he couldn't loose his cool. If Matt knew just how freaked up scared he felt when the Hardcore Champ was around, it would be proven worse than the case already was. He didn't get up, but he saw a smile across Hardy's face, a snicker if may, a chuckle he knew had a hint of sarcasm.
"Nice way to put it Chris, see . . . I think what I really want is WHAT YOU will give ME."
"What are you talking about Hardy?" He had an annoyed tone.
Matt smiled his sleaziest darkest grin he could, of course, now he was the bad guy. "Actually it was YOU who talked." Matt clicked a button on his mobile as the recorded message started to talk and guide Chris Jericho through his shadowed mystery: 'Oh Piss-off Hardy! I'm keeping myself safe from a lunatic like you . . . something your little brother couldn't do.'
Chris jumped to his feet at the words he himself had once said, it was HIS voice, it was HIS recorded voice! 'So you admit huh? That it was you? You—Y2J— Chris Jericho, the first ever Undisputed Champion, you admit that it was YOU who hired that pathetic group to beat up a helpless man who was taking time off from professional wrestling?' Chris recalled the time when Matt said that . . . about two days ago in the parking lot. That son of a bitch had recorded his confession!
'YEAH! Oh in the words of Stone Cold, whom I defeated for that Undisputed belt, HELL YEA—'
A simple tone from the cellular interrupted the transmission as Matt clicked it to a close. He had a very joyful grin, and there was a reason for his smile.
Chris Jericho stood near the bench, his eyes wide open and his jaws feeling they just dropped to the floor. He was . . . confused. Could that really happen? Did Matt Hardy really outdo him in the sneakiest way possible? He was Chris Jericho! The man who was undefeated in lie, cheat and steal, hell more legendary than Eddie Guerrero could ever be and there he stood, himself being lied, cheated and stolen. "You were smiling!" His hand pointed to Matt on its own as he recalled the complete happenings of Friday's encounter. "You bastard you were SMILING when I said that! I . . . I should've thought about it then . . . you mother fucking . . . GIVE ME THAT!" Jericho stretched his arm to reach for the mobile recording, snatch it if necessary. Matt backed away, "Whoa there," he laughed, "Do you really think I'm gonna HAND this valuable line of dialogs to you so easily? Go read a book junior." It was his lines, all of Jericho's taunting sneers on TV that Matt reflected. Chris was clenching his teeth with a balled fist, now it was final that the rate of his fury, his rage had exploded to the highest point. Matt laughed, "There are more 'dialogs' here than you can even think about Jericho old boy."
"Go AHEAD!" Chris snapped at this point, "What are you gonna prove with that Hardy? HUH?! If you think you can blackmail me by saying you're gonna show this to Trish, than you are DEAD wrong! I don't give a damn about Stratus, or your tape! I don't give a damn about that slutty fucker!"
But still, he was smiling! Hardy had what it took him to smile!
"I never said Trish . . . I'm talking about the police." And it blew the former Undisputed Champion's mind off, "NO! Ha, according to the police, the incident with your brother was part of a WWE Storyline! Nothing more! SO as long as the cops are concerned, that confession is also part of cable TV."
"This confession was never written in any story line by the WWE, it wasn't said on TV, on any House Show, or any WWE record. So, as far as the cops are concerned, this is the real item." That was the last straw. That had to be everything that would pull Chris's secret off the tracks of hidden information. If the police arrested him, with the solid confession of himself from that voice record, it would be everything to put him away for . . . as what Matt Hardy just said: "I dunno, 11, 15, 20 years?"
Slowly, very slowly as realization started to dust away the cobwebs in his head, Chris Jericho relaxed his tone; this was —it—. Matt Hardy possessed an object that could ruin his entire life. Then what would happen? He could see the headlines now; 'Professional wrestling Chris 'Y2J' Irvine sentenced to 20 years for murder attempt.' "Fine . . ." His head was low, looking at the floor, "Fine okay . . . what do you want?"
"Excuse me?"
"The RECORDING what do you want in exchange of the RECORDING?"
Clearly, Matt had the upper hand and was all smiles. "I think you know what I want Chris . . . you have something that belongs to my girlfriend." But his tone changed, no more was he acting sly.
"The . . . pictures?" Jericho asked for assurance, but suddenly he felt Matt's hands gripping the collar of his jacket, "You KNOW what I mean."
"Okay, okay, easy man. All right. But you do know that I don't have all the copies. Batista has his set." Chris could see Matt's anger towards both the names that of Batista and the way Chris was talking. "Just . . . bring it. Every single copy and if I find any remains, if there are any sets left I will make it personal to make sure you and Dave Batista goes behind bars."
"Alright FINE! I'll do it . . . let go of me." He released the collar, but didn't move away from Chris's face. That glare in Matt's eyes, it made even Chris feel shaky in the legs. If Matt bursts into extreme and attacks, Chris knows the Hardcore Champion could be more deadly than the entire WWE roster combined. For that . . . whore, Amy Dumas, Hardy would even risk his own fucked up life. It scared him.
"I . . . I don't know about Batista's copy, I know about mine. If . . . if you want his and mine I'll need you to give me some time."
His words were negotiable, "Fine, I'm giving you 24 hours to bring both yours and Batista's. Tomorrow night at the parking lot of our hotel room, after RAW . . . midnight. Be there with the things or this—" He showed the cell phone, "—Goes to the North Carolina Police Department." He left soon afterwards, not even saying another phrase to Chris Jericho's stunk face, Matt shoved opened the door and slammed it close on his way out. Leaving the blonde Canadian worried in his own home country, Chris was worried alright, and even though he didn't have any blood pressure, he was sure if he had, it would reach the top. He stood there, speechless . . .
~ Later that night ~
As the cameras started to roll, and the fans started their cheers, the RAW Brand House Show went Live on St. John's Newfoundland Canada! With a blaze of screaming fans to welcome their favorite WWE superstars to the ring, it started with the ring announcer Lillian Garcia singing the national anthem. Which, of course, led to the first heat of the night, an interruption by the faction from France; La Resistance as the show finally began with their first match. Renee Dupree faced the youngest Dudley brother, Spike Dudley in singles competition. The French Venom won the match after his finisher, easily taking care of the Dudley.
Next came Lance Storm and his partner Val Venis to take on a tag team combination of Tomko & Fertig (a/n does any body know who they are? I read the line up at the House Show report) Of course, the team of Storm and Venis proved better when they actually finished with Hart Foundation close-lines!
As the crowd began to warm up to this point of the show, next came a fantastic match of pure energizing wrestling which pitted face vs face when The Hurricane Helms fought Steven Richards to a defeat. It showed just how popular the Green Lantern – fan from Cameron North Carolina was really growing in the ranks of the World Wrestling Entertainment. But with that came to a close of the starters of the evening, as the first championship match coming up next. "Oh Boy JR this is gonna be great!" King's voice spoke over at the commentator's table. The ring announcer took the stage and began to introduce the next competition.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest will be for the WWE Women's Championship. This is a 4-way elimination match, which means the rules are that any contenders within the match will be eliminated via either pinfall, submission, DQ or count out. The last remaining Diva in the ring will be the Women's Champion!" As the crowd cheered for their favorite female wrestlers to enter the ring, Garcia first introduced the challenger who had dominated the women's division in RAW. "Introducing first," as the blonde's voice spoke through the microphone, Jazz's music echoed through the speakers. The very sight of Jazz would cause fear among the divas of RAW, she was undoubtedly the strongest woman wrestler of the WWE after Chyna left, and right now her sights were set for the one thing Lita had: the championship belt. Nothing, as she quoted once, nothing would keep her away from being the WWE Women's Champion, be it Lita, Trish Stratus, Victoria, Molly Holly, Gail Kim or any of the other competitors.
~ Backstage ~
Amy strapped on her belt around the curve of her waist, clicking the buckles on as the last piece of equipment she needed for the upcoming match. She was in her wrestling gear, ready to battle and fight for her title; the golden belt that had her name inscribed across it. Trailing her fingers to the now loose hair, Amy turned around to face her boyfriend whom stood waiting. Leaning down, Matt would kiss his precious darling juicily on the lips, cutting through her mouth to give a kiss that contained all his love, all his faith. Amy closed her eyes and enjoyed his present.
Moaning off a smooching a sound as their lips parted, Matt gave her a tight hug, he said; "Good luck out there."
She nodded.
Beside both Amy and Matt sat their younger others, Jeff was still wearing a casket while he gave his lover a kiss in the lips. As Trish broke off from her boyfriend, she looked at her best friend, "Ready girl?" She smiled.
~ On Stage ~
"And the opponent, from San Bernardino California," There was one way to describe this female brawler: maniacal. But her athleticism is the key to her success, as she entered the ring and stood next to the previous entrant Jazz, she could hear some of the fans actually cheering for this brunette. "VICTORIA!"
~ Backstage ~
The door of their locker room closed when both Trish and Lita exited for their anticipated match. And as he stood there, watching his girl leave to battle against 3 other wrestlers for her championship, Matt prayed, he prayed for her safety in the ring. But then again, he saw the other person sitting at the bench, the only other person in the room . . . and it was his own younger brother. Jeff sat quietly without saying anything to his older sibling, what would he say? That he was a fool to think that Matt was with Chris Jericho during his beat down? The younger Hardy didn't know what he could say to him, so he remained quiet. Remained unspoken to.
Of course, Matt, being the eldest, had his rights, in his own mind he was very mad at Jeff. Ever since they grew up there had been ups and downs in their brotherhood, but never before had Jeff thought of him as the bad guy. Ever since they were kids Matt used to protect his younger brother from every kind of danger, but then Matt realized something; his brother was an adult now. He didn't need any protection. And with that thought, the angered look in Matt's face could be seen fading as he looked down to the floor. If that was ever the case, then how come Jeff didn't protect himself on the day Jericho's goons attacked him? And when thinking about that, the blame would always be put on Matt's shoulders, the older Hardy believed it was his fault that he didn't protect his brother . . . and so too that he didn't protect his girlfriend. He blew out a sigh, "Jeff . . ." and thought to be the responsible one; "We . . . need to talk."
From the eyes of the blonde boy who sat at the bench, from the eyes of the younger brother, he was actually scared . . . well really more feeling like being busted by Matt's words. Slowly, he said; "You're right . . ." Jeff shakily stood up on his feet to confront his older, "We DO need to talk."
~ On Stage ~
"Wow JR look at all the PUPPIES!"
"King, face it man you shouldn't be talking about 'puppies' like that at your age."
"Yeah, yeah, what do you know?"
In the ring, surrounded by Jazz, Victoria and the last entrant; Trish Stratus, Lillian Garcia held up the microphone as the last combatant's music erupted through the speakers, the fans would jump to their feet for her entrance. "And from Fort Lauderdale Florida, she is the WWE Women's Champion: LITA!"
Her gorgeous red hair was shining as the cameras and lights flashed against it, the heavy gold that was strapped across her waist made it even more sexier for Amy Christine Dumas –AKA- Lita to step into the screams of the hundreds of fans. This would be very exciting of a match, as she slid into the ring, ran up to the turnbuckle to pose for just a few seconds and finally step down to face her three opponents of the night. She and Trish had already made it clear to be wrestlers in this match, rather than friends. It was a sport, and it was for the title.
The bell rang as the match was forced to a start, at the beginning both Amy and Trish some what teamed to take on the brutal combination of Jazz and Victoria. But it went short when the powerful Jazz shoulder blocked Lita to knock her down, following a huge body slam that kept the WWE Women's Champion out of the match for a short time. In that momentum, Trish suplexed Victoria and proceeded to cover, had it not been for Jazz's interference, she could've eliminated one of the challengers. From this point on, the match was battered on between Jazz and Trish, Amy was hurt and so was Vicki. After a Stratusfaction attempt, Trish thought she had it won, but she assumed wrong.
The blonde diva used the ropes to connect her finisher on Jazz, but when she kicked off the last rope for the Stratusfaction, Jazz countered it IN THE AIR when she forced her hands between Trish's stomach and shoved her down hard to the mat by her spine! It almost felt like a thunderous power bomb of some sort. Jazz pinned Trish, but it was Amy who saved her best friend with a rolling thunder identical to that of Rob Van Dam's. By now, Victoria was also up on her legs, and the duo of Amy and Trish double teamed Jazz for a while before being separated by Victoria's rolled up pin on the Champion! Amy escaped her schoolboy on the second count, thankfully resuming the fast-pacing match with a drop kick to Victoria's face.
Jazz was trying to nail Trish with another huge attempt of suplexes when she bear-hugged Stratus and went up the turnbuckle. Amy wouldn't let that happen, the only redheaded woman in the ring sprinted towards Jazz's corner and unbelievably climbed up to the top turnbuckle. Pushing her fist into Jazz's head twice before doing so of course. Amy wrapped her legs around Jazz's neck while she sat on top of the ring, with a flipping motion of her body, Lita pulled Jazz off the top turnbuckle with her legs attached to her neck, and she connected a top rope hurricanrana to the screams of the audience! It was hard, but it was done, Amy smiled to the cameras for the successful attempt and went back to cover, '1' the amount of adrenaline given to that move had to be enough for Jazz's third count '2' but it wasn't. The stronger athlete shoved her shoulder off the mat to Lita's surprise.
From the other side of the action, Trish was Irishwhipped to the corner of Amy and Jazz by Victoria, she couldn't stop her self after receiving a slight beat down from the other opponent in the ring, Trish helplessly dashed towards both Amy and Jazz, actually running over Jazz and slamming against Amy with her knee! The Turnbuckle was behind Lita's head so when Trish ran to her, the knee smacked against her chin and knocked her backwards where the back of her skull met the hard, puffed bottom buckle!
Jazz took advantage of Trish's weakened body and quickly rolled her up for a pin! '1' '2' '3!' When the third hand slapped against the mat, it was confirmed that Trish Stratus was out of the game. But as mentioned before, Jazz would do anything to keep herself and the WWE Women's title together, no body could stop her as she said it over and over again before, no body could keep her away from that title and that included Victoria. Jazz went to her feet and quickly pushed Vicki to the ref, while the referee tripped to the ground, Jazz lifted Victoria and connected a very harsh shoulder breaker, slamming Victoria's neck to her knee. As painful as that sounds, it was true, Jazz rolled her up for the second elimination of the match.
Amy was knocked hard with the move Trish accidentally gave her, she could see the only other 'face' in the ring being eliminated by the might of Jazz, and she suddenly realized that Jazz wouldn't be so much easy on her. The way she looked at Amy with a glare of confirmation for the title, it made Lita glare back, she wouldn't be afraid, just like Matt told her, she shouldn't be afraid of any one. And Jazz was only one opponent.
She rolled to her feet and continued the match. The battle between Lita and Jazz was really a close encounter, with two close attempts of victory; Jazz still couldn't defeat the daredevil that was Amy Dumas. She shoved her towards the ropes but Lita only ran back with a speeding front drop kick, Jazz tried to body slam the redhead a second time only to eat a Tornado DDT. And afterwards a Moonsault with the flashes of the cameras, Lita managed to connect it and forced in a pin, '1' '2' but once more there was a kick out by Jazz's last breath. It was getting tiring for her own body, with all these last-to-end-moments of pin falls, Amy blew out breaths in pants to recover her lungs. Slowly, she went to her feet. If Matt was watching this, she thought, he had to be proud of what she was doing: Energizing the entire arena with her acrobatic ability. In a way, it felt good.
When Lita emerged to her feet, following Jazz's, she connected a Backward Twist of Fate and finally covered for the third fall! '1!' Even the fans started to count with her! '2!' '3!!' The bell rang . . . finally . . . it rang.
"Here is YOUR winner . . ." Lillian's voice sounded better when she said: "And STILL the WWE Women's Champion: LITA!" Amy just couldn't believe what she did! She defeated 3 other women and had remained the Women's Champion! As the referee raised her arm, she screamed joyfully at the match that she gave almost all of her energy into. It felt great! Going towards the turnbuckle, Amy Dumas raised her championship belt, the one that still had her name tag, and would smile away uncontrollably to the hundreds of flashing cameras.
But for the fans, that wasn't the only great match of the evening . . .
To Lita's departure out of the ring, brought in the team of Mark Jindrak and Garrison Cade who fought in a tag team match against the Dudley Boyz. Loosing easily to the Dudley's abilities in the ring, after a move of the WASSUP to Jindrak and the 3D to Cade, D-Von Dudley pinned the legal man for the win. This match followed the second championship match of the night, this featured the only member of Evolution who was in the building and in Canada tonight, this match was between Randy Orton, the WWE Intercontinental Champion, and the number one contender for that title: Christian. Though it wasn't as exciting as the elimination match; the Intercontinental championship was . . . in a rank of 10, it would score 7. Heel versus Heel; it barely took place in the WWE. Though even Orton faced some tough near falls to Christian from time to time, finally he nailed the RKO for the pin and to retain his title. Nothing that big, nothing very small, but for Randy, it was another victory he could hang in his wall.
After another 15minute break, Lillian Garcia and an official from the RAW staff made their ways towards the ring. The ring announcer began her work on the microphone to describe the upcoming match; "Ladies and Gentlemen," she started with the statement as a professional. "The following match is a Fatal 4 Way Ladder match, and it is for the WWE Hardcore Championship," With that start, a small cheer from the fans started to arose. "The first person to unhook the Hardcore title suspended 15feet up in the air, will become the next champion to keep that belt!" As her words melted into the microphone and to the cheers of the audience, Garcia awaited for the first challenger to step up into the ring. And it was none other than Test's vibrating music. "Introducing first," she said, "From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 280pounds; TEST!"
But as the 6 foot 6 wrestler entered the ring, he took the microphone from Lillian and began to insult Canada. As part of a storyline of course, he didn't mean to insult his own home country! (A/N: This happened really! Besides the Matt and Lita matches all of the schedules and results really took place!)
After a lengthy segment that ended with boos, the announcer continued her work to call in Mark Henry, and following him came none other than the fan favorite Booker T into the ring! Booker had his own thing to do, when he approached the ring and slid inside of it, he performed his famous Spin-A-Roonie to warm up the crowd of the Sunday Showdown.
"And . . . from Cameron North Carolina . . ." Without the help of her words, the fans started to cheer as the rhythmic sound of a keyboard typing echoed throughout. On a blank screen, it flashed out the words: 'MATT HARDY . . . VERSION 1.0'
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"OHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!" His voice screamed through the speakers as the form of Mattitude could be seen exploding through the backstage area, totting his silvery violet jacket and pants, it was really the Sensei of Mattitude who made his way to the group of challengers waiting inside for THIS anticipated match to storm away the fans. Naturally, even the mainevent of Chris Jericho versus Kane didn't give as much anticipation as this very extreme ladder match was. Sure, Jericho had the hype from the beginning of the show, but this . . . this hardcore/TLC ruled match didn't NEED hyping. Matt expanded his arm above his head with the 'V1' sign, he wasn't wearing the Hardcore title, it was dangling from the roof of the arena by a suspension cord and a hook at the end to which it was attached to.
"Weighing 225pounds, he is the WWE Hardcore Champion: Matt Hardy VERSION ONE!" Though Garcia announced everything properly, it didn't take Matt Hardy to strip his jacket and throw it into the crowd before sliding in for the forced start of the match. Garcia had to duck away from the ring while Test run in to clobber Matt with a forearm, before he could even stand, Test crashed in a second blow to Matt's shoulder. The bell rang as the ladder match was officially underway. Matt fought back with an urge to win, he blocked Test's third blow and punched the taller man straight against the jaw, but the Sensei of Mattitude wasn't fast enough to dodge the sudden huge shoulder-block applied by the World's Strongest Man.
Test gained momentum of Henry's attack and pushed Hardy off his feet and out through the middle rope, he landed safely while Test climbed off and continued the brawl on the outside parameter of the ring. Back inside, Booker T battled against Mark Henry with all the effort he could find. Earlier this week, there had been matches fought by Matt Hardy against each of these individuals. On RAW last week he fought Kane for the Hardcore Championship, on Friday night's House Show Matt defended the title against Test, and just last night he fought Mark Henry. It would've been Kane instead of Booker T tonight, but Kane had a match against Jericho, this being Chris's first segment as a Face, the management wanted to see exactly how the fans would react.
Downstairs, Matt ducked a clothesline by Test and pushed him face-first into the barrier walls from behind, that granted the current champion some time on his own when he pulled out the ladder from inside the apron and slid it inwards to the ring. Matt hurried into the apron but didn't proceed inside, instead, he jumped off of it in true RVD and Hardy style to land a toe kick directly at Test's blocked back. But the pain that he lived while doing this high risked move soon came to Matt's knowledge, he still had a bad spine from the previous nights.
Midway through the match, all four fighters were back inside the ring, with Matt battling Test and Booker fighting against Henry. Matt dropkicked Test into the turnbuckle and turned only to eat a heel kick by Booker T, in four way matches there was no such thing as 'friends' only 'foes'. And besides Booker T wasn't really a close 'friend' of the Hardys to begin with. The former Tag team champion saw this opportunity and went up the ladder to get a hold of the sparkling glaze of the golden title hanging above, but he only got a forced pull by Mark Henry. Booker smashed down HARD to the mat while Test ran to Henry for a big boot, only to miss it and get hit by a clothesline by Henry's massive bicep. It didn't take Matt too much to recover from Booker's heel kick, he rose to his feet and dashed at the standing Henry. While the World's Strongest Man wasn't looking, Matt ran in a swinging neckbreaker from his behind, crashing him through the floor with that force of a flying body weight of 225pounds. It had to be enough. Matt regained his balance and paced up the ladder, turning around once atop of it, he jumped for the belt and was hanging with it! If it hadn't been for Test's sudden resurrection, he would've won. Test pulled Matt's ankle with all his strength and managed to let the Hardy fall down HARD against the mat just like Booker T. And in a sudden twist of fate . . . not only did Matt loose his consciousness because of the extreme pressure applied to his back, but it seemed that Test had the real upper hand in this match, all three other men were down for the count.
But of course, even Test was unable to reach and receive the prestigious Hardcore belt, it was Mark Henry who prevented that from happening a second time. With the revival of Booker T once again in the match, it was clear for a while that the belt was in safe place. But as for Matt Hardy, he was still down in the floor.
~ Backstage ~
Trish Stratus was showering in the girls locker-room, she finished her match and was spending time with Jeff and Amy that made her delay the shower for so long. Amy and Jeff were probably in Amy and Matt's locker watching the match on TV. Sure, Amy got a personal locker because she was the WWE Women's Champion. Trish didn't, she was the last Babe of the Year, but that didn't have its perks. Sighing, she sped up the hot water lever for more comfort, it felt great coming back to her hometown. And since she didn't bump into Chris, she had Jeff all for herself. Chris was probably here at the arena, but Trish just didn't want to come eye to eye with that man . . . not now. She didn't have the proper words for everything, she knew just how big a fraud that sneaker was . . . but she couldn't step up to him and say that directly in his face . . . it was hold back of some sort.
She could hear another person entering the bathroom, it was a girl's bathroom, must've been one of the divas, clearly that noise was the least of Trish's worries . . . or so she thought.
Suddenly there was a pull and the door to Trish's shower was flung opened. She gasped in terror as a man forced a kiss to her lips before she could scream. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her body to his own naked manhood, her breasts squashed against his hard chest as the door behind him was once again closed by the other free hand. Violently, Trish pushed him away, by the taste of his kiss she recognized it was the same man she wanted to ignore: Chris Jericho. "What are you DOING?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. He was smiling, he had the nerve to smile after doing that!
"Easy baby, relax, its only me . . ." Chris tried to lean down once again but Trish denied it, "Chris this is a GIRL'S bathroom! GET OUT of here!"
His hands didn't stop when she was pushing them, instead, Jericho successfully curved her spine and pulled her to dwell against his body. Her chest was pushed upwards, towards his shoulderblades, smiling, Chris said; "Well I don't see any one else around here do you?" moving his head downwards, Jericho kissed the tip of her breasts, through the water of the shower, Trish could feel his rising cock pushing against her stomach. And it was scaring her, it was scaring her because not only was she in love with Jeff now and knew that Chris was an ass, but it also caused fear because this was exactly the type of place Amy was raped . . . the bathroom! "Chris NO!" Her hands pushed him off, this time with more might, "I don't want to do this. Just . . . just GET OUT of here okay?"
He gave a look that surprised her, HE acted surprised, "Gee gorgeous just live a little, I can take a hint that you don't WANT me. sheesh, what a grouch. Alright fine I'll go . . . just tell me one thing . . . why was JEFF of all people doing with your cell phone?"
"I . . ." Trish wasn't sure this was the right time to say this, after all she was locked inside a shower, naked with the man she was supposed to dump . . . Trish was very scared. "I'll tell you later Chris . . . just . . . just go." She felt it was the right thing to do.
"Fine, okay . . . I'll leave you alone. I'll see you at home tonight?"
"No . . . I . . . uh . . . I'm staying here . . . at . . . at a friend's house. I won't be able to go back to Toronto."
She could see his anger, he sighed "FINE! ALRIGHT! I'll see you later at our segment then." He slammed opened the glassed door and shut it back close before storming out the way he came. Trish sighed once she heard the second slam.
~ On Stage ~
The battle seemed endless, it was a fight to the finish as both Matt and the other challengers literally waged war to get that belt. Matt was already up on his feet from the previous wound, but it wasn't much of a heal, his spine was still burning with pain. But that wasn't an excuse, he had to keep on fighting until that belt was received.
Currently, the odds changed, now Test fought Booker T while Matt was dealing with Mark Henry. The weird part was that both heel superstars in the ring were Matt's personal enemies. Test was paid by Evolution, and Henry was a good friend of Jericho! Great, he thought.
Both Matt and Mark were grip grappling at the edge of the left-most side of the ring. That is, the right sides from the entrance point of view and downwards from the usual camera angle from the shows. With a superb Spinning Heel Kick that made Matt use the power of his body, the Hardcore champ was able to connect that awesome move and force Mark Henry over the top rope and roll to the floor outside. When Matt turned around, he saw Booker T damaging Test with a Vertical Suplex for the continuous tense of the match. It had to be with great effort when Matt picked up an unsuspecting Booker from his back and lifted him up into the air, moving his body side ways, he released Booker's body and crashed his elbow in the process. In other words, Matt connected the Side Effect 2.
Meanwhile, Test had the chance to get to his feet and so he ran for the ladder that was set perfectly infront of the hanging belt, though he needed to jump off to get a hold of it, he knew his tall body structure would be enough. And when he got up there, he saw Matt holding his back in pain of the earlier, heavy moves. Matt noted in his head that he might need a good peace of back-pain therapy from either Amy's wonderful hands or the trainer. It hurt like hell, and there was also that guy trying to reach for the title again! Matt was almost in the state of a panic when he saw Test push off the ladder and jump to get a hold of the belt. The ladder fell out of balance with the push, and there seemed no other way to keep Test away from being the next Hardcore champion!
But no, Mattitude wasn't about loosing, Matt looked around for any sort of beneficial surrounding, and it flashed into his mind. A move that would give him even more fans . . . though it sounded unbelievable, he clearly didn't know what else to do. So Matt ran to the closest ropes to Test's hanging location in the middle of the ring, and instead of stretching against the ropes, Matt set his feet on the middle rope, used it for air and jumped off from it, in other words used a Spring Board like some Cruiserweights do. While being airborne, Matt Hardy twisted his body towards Test and flew in a clothesline that would knock Test off the belt!!! They both fell crashing down, floors below in the middle of the ring. But what ever that marvelous maneuver was, it earned the respected cheers of the entire arena.
About the time when everyone recovered once again, the match continued in 'restart' mode if some might say. Booker T slapped his arm around Henry's neck and nailed the Book End while Test tried to deliver his huge Big Boot to Matt to which the Hardy countered. Booker was racing up the, now repositioned, ladder as well did Matt from the other side. But once the went to the top, Matt was pushed off by Booker T's hands, and Test followed the pursuit which Matt just failed. Getting back on his feet, the Sensei of Mattitude angrily pushed the ladder with both men on top of it the other way for both of them to fall off and fall down STORES bellow towards the black bare floor outside the ring!!! Without a question, 'killing' them both from the match. Matt turned around, saw the opening and pulled the ladder back to its original place beneath the belts. He climbed it and was almost there to unhook his possession when Mark Henry deliberately pushed the ladder from under Matt's feet, this was so fatal, so deadly that Matt lost balance and fell off the ladder, going the same way where Test and Booker T was . . . the ladder crashed to the mat in the ring and Matt was falling out side it! But then . . . another miraculous move was made, Matt grabbed hold of the top rope of the apron at the last available moment, yanking it and holding it with all his strength!! Matt didn't fall . . . was standing at the apron.
Henry saw this and ran towards Matt with a chair that was once in the ring, screaming for his death, but the Hardy ducked and pushed his head through the middle ropes onto Mark's fat belly. Entering the ring once again, Matt kicked Henry in the midsection, rounded his neck, flashed the V1 sign and turned for the photo-gripping lights of the Twist Of Fate! Booker T was down, Test was with him and now Mark Henry was out for the count. Slowly, Matt put once again repositioned the ladder and climbed it to unhook his title. The match was won, the fans were screaming, and so too did Lillian Garcia announce the winner of the match "—And STILL the WWE Hardcore Champion: MATT HARDY!!!"
A great night ended with a great result, both Matt and Amy retained their titles . . .
As part of the segment of Kane and Y2J, the end results of tonight's show were that Chris Jericho defeated Kane via pinfall! The reality behind it, however involved Trish. When she came down and stopped Kane from Tombstoning Jericho, Kane released him and slapped his fingers around her throat for a Chokeslam! As part of the act, Chris rolled Kane from behind and got the 123. After the match they played it lovey dovey with a cute little argument of who saved who and who should thank who. They then went about the usual thanks to the fans for being supportive and how great it felt to be back to Canada. All part of a great showdown coming to an end . . .
But Chris Jericho still couldn't forget that deal he had with Matthew Moore Hardy . . . tomorrow was Monday Night's RAW.
(To Be Continued)
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A/N: "Okay so listen, the deadline either Thursday or Friday so I have to end this thing FAST. I'm gonna update TOMORROW night (that's Tuesday) and add in what ever part of Monday Night RAW I can! See ya then, and do review."