A/N: "Kay: Yeah I guess those really are cool! You know I just love reading your reviews, thanks for that! Oh and I think you are mistaking me for a girl. Like I said before, I am a boy! A guy! A male specie! He, he. What made you think I was a girl? And well if you love the in-ring actions you have a lot to enjoy on this chapter and the next one! Heck these are the final 2 chapters of 'Loving You RAW' . . . sigh. Chrissychick: hey long time! Thanks! And for the rest of you (whom I know have reviewed but am not sure yet) don't think that your reviews didn't give me a smile on my face! It's just that when I got online this morning I saw Kay's and Chrissy's reviews so I couldn't read yours yet. So just to keep it right, I want to thank everyone who reviewed! Yeah . . . that's a short way to put it. Ha, ha. Damn why can't I write L-O-L?
Chapter 34:
"Guys . . . hey . . . what up?" Chris Jericho was floored by that devastating punch by Matt only a second ago, he still felt the paining blow bruising against his jaw, but he was too much terrified to react to that. He was being cornered by not only Matthew Moore Hardy, the Hardcore Champion, but also the former Intercontinental Champion and Matt's younger brother, the same guy Chris wanted to kill . . . Jeff Hardy had the same look in the eyes as his brother. Grabbing Chris by his shirt, Jeff pulled him up on his feet and slammed him against one of the pillars of the basement, "You are." He sneered at the face of Jericho. Exactly three months ago on October 2003, the same month Jeff was suspended off the WWE, Trish broke up with him to have a relationship with Chris. At the time she was too blind to see the real man behind the mask, but now that the mask was ripped off, everyone knew the true colors of Y2J. "You took the woman I love away from me . . ." Jeff would scream at Chris's disgusting face, but he kept his tone on a low level, with the grinding teeth the younger Hardy took the same blow his brother did and punched Chris on the other jaw with the back of his fist. He could hear Chris's pain through his mouth, but it wasn't a feel of guilt. "She left you . . ." Chris managed to smile back from the pillar, giving Jeff more advantage to keep on hitting him and not show any signs of remorse. After another blow to make those words fly from his mouth, Jeff pulled Jericho once again by the collar because he was falling sideways to the floor and once again slammed his back against the pillar. "You took her!" Pushing his fist once again through his stomach, Jeff didn't feel the slight bit of emotion towards this looser, why would he? When Chris ordered those goons to beat him up, did Chris feel anything for Jeff? Did Chris feel anything when he brutalized Amy's privacy and started to blackmail her? Did Chris feel anything when he lied to Trish? The woman he was supposed to love and care for? No, and no. "And you lied to her." Jeff once more sneered at him. "You stood her up and treated her like trash!" His words followed another series of punches to the face of Chris, to his gut, to his shoulders.
As Matt listened to the words his brother spat on Jericho's face, he could see that hatred was also burning through him. Chris was Jeff's battle; Batista was Matt's. It was so . . . frightfully alike. Both the girls that Matt and Jeff loved so much had shared a very common fate, both Amy and Trish were, as Jeff just said; treated badly. And for those people who treated them like that, only punishment was in store. Earlier tonight, Matt almost went really ballistic on Batista when he was unleashing his inner rage at him in the ring. Had it not been for the group of heels, Matt would've really beaten Batista to the point where he wouldn't be able to walk. And the fact that Batista was excused from the House Shows now made that impossible until next week on RAW, but then again, that restraining order by Bischoff was actually made by the board of directors of the WWE. For a match like First Blood, if there wasn't anger towards the opponent it wouldn't be a successful match for their business. Therefore, first blood matches were given to those only who had that anger, and the directors had very little, but enough, information on how badly both Matt and Dave hated each other. SO before that match on Sunday could take place, Matt was forbidden to touch Batista and the same went to him. Matt watched on as Jericho was being punched by his brother, continuously beating him in the face and every where else. But why wasn't he fighting back?
Chris gasped as each blow hit his body, gasped in pain as each blow caught his oxygen from reaching the lungs. It was painful, and he couldn't fight back, Jeff was more mad than Matt was! Atleast Matt thought about the possibilities of hitting —him— and wasting his energy on a runt like Jericho, but Jeff was more than angered to even think about that! "WAIT!" He managed to say through the shaken voice, but only ate another square punch; his nose busted open and had trailed blood through his right nostril. Only then did Jeff stopped; but didn't let go of the collar. And it wasn't for Chris's sake did Jeff stop, it was for her words, both Trish and Amy stood next to Matt behind Jeff. And when Jericho heard her voice calling for the insane Hardy to stop, he felt she was once again fallen for him. Or did she?
"TRISH! Thank GOD you're here!" Chris blurted out of his mouth, spitting the blood on his upper lip, even his left eye was turning black with a bruise. She listened. "These guys are CRAZY! You have to save me Trish! You have to—"
"—SHUT THE HELL UP!" Jeff screamed Jericho's own line straight at him, this time really screaming as the echoes of those words flew throughout the empty parking lot . . .
~ Inside ~
"Served you well." Paul Levesque, the World Heavyweight Champion also called 'Triple H', stood before the 3 members of his so-called 'team' Evolution. Clearly, if he was leader, no one would listen to him. "Man . . . I need those pictures! Those are . . . ff . . . those are the only things . . . that . . ." Dave was going as some would say wacko. He was in panic ever since he realized that his mobile was missing, he was doing that because he knew that if he didn't have them, only Chris Jericho had the remaining copy. He was pulling his hair; there were tears of nervousness splattered across his face.
"—to keep yourself calm and remind you of how you raped a woman." Hunter finished his words for him as Ric looked on with a wide pair of eyes at his two eldest 'sons'. "PAUL!" He shouted,
"That's why he needs it Ric. Y'know something Dave? You've cracked . . ." Triple H was the leader of this faction, and what he said had to be followed, he would tell his teammates the way they were, he had the guts, unlike some such as the feared roster members of RAW. Dave looked he was uneasy with the whole situation.
"I've seen other people being corrupted by the 'forbidden fruit' Dave, but they all had their limits. You went too far."
"YEAH WELL WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW?! YOU SHARE A BED WITH A MCMAHON!" Batista shouted at the senior wrestler, this was an argument he wanted to end so fast, but he couldn't help but keep on screaming at Hunter Hearst Helmsley.
"At least the McMahon is my WIFE!" Paul yelled back.
"Oh yeah? Oh really? Well think again because I HEARD how big a SLUT she was before you married her! Yeah, Paul FUCK I'D EVEN RAPE STEPHANIE IF I HAD TO!" Even Dave got all mixed up as those words fled from his mouth, he realized what he had just said to whom. Hunter looked on with an iced glare. "Paul . . . no . . .man I didn't mean that . . . I . . . I'm just not . . . THINKING . . . yeah, I'm not feeling that good right now." He had to say something to ease the blow. But Hunter's glare didn't break.
"That doesn't explain why you even had that thought in your mind Dave . . . like I said before . . . you're loosing it." He didn't want to start a fight with his own teammate, but this had gone too far. Suddenly Randy exploded through the door, he had left for something downstairs and looked very terrified. "GUYS!" He screamed, "Something's going on at the Parking Lot. I . . . I saw Matt and his brother beating up Jericho! Something about . . . I dunno betraying friends or something!" Though his mind was already turning into a maze of enigmas, Batista slowly whispered that name . . . could it really be that he stole his pictures? " . . . Jericho . . ." his sexing photos of Amy Dumas naked and nude, the only proof that he had raped her and the only piece of nude picture of her. She wasn't like other divas; she never posed nude in front of a camera. And that just made the photo Dave took more appealing to him.
~ Basement ~
"I know what you did Chris . . ." As Jeff and Matt held the man by his arms, Trish walked towards him, but even in those eyes there were tears, cries of a broken heart. "How could you Chris?"
"Trish . . . you . . . you gotta understand . . ."
"Understand WHAT?!" She shrieked at him, "Understand that I meant nothing to you in the days we spent together?" He was shaking his head, though his face was a bloody mess with red substance pouring from his nose and an eye darkening as he stood. "No . . ."
"You attacked Jeff for nothing then?!"
"You meant the WORLD to me!"
"MORE LIES!" She shouted. "Matt recorded everything you said about not giving . . . what was that word you used? Fuck? Yes, you said you wouldn't give a fuck about me, the bitch, if he showed me your true colors. Now what Chris? Is this 'bitch' still unimportant?" He remained quiet, everything he said, every single secret he had was being exposed to her. How on earth did this happen?
"And what about THIS?!" She showed the wallet he dropped a while ago, "I didn't know about this before just now, but this makes me wonder, what kind of a human being are you?" Flipping through the pages, she showed him the various pictures of Stephanie McMahon and instructions on how he would win her back. "And what surprises me most is that these writings were written when we were still together!"
Jeff couldn't remain stable much longer and shoved another punch to his gut, "JEFF! No . . . don't hit him." Matt released Chris, and allowed his brother to hold the man by his collar once again.
Not that Jeff listened, he once again started the beating, striking his hand across Jericho's face more than 10 times, each more violent than the last, each containing more anger as the pain he suffered from those goons were coming back to him and Jeff wanted to make Jericho feel exactly that. He was saying this while blasting his fists into him.
"JEFF STOP!" Trish quickly held Jeff's arm as it aimed once more straight across Chris's face, now being bruised more than it was before. "He doesn't deserve this!" In reality, he was struggling to take a few pants of breath.
Matt and Amy both saw it in Jeff's eyes, that rage he absorbed for so long, that rage he kept for himself, he really hated this guy and wanted nothing more than to "—make him suffer the way he made you suffer."
"No . . ." Trish didn't release his arm, "If you do this now you wont be anything less than what he is." He stopped. It felt as if time itself had stopped. Jeff couldn't bare to let him go, he didn't release the grip he had on his throat.
"Trish is right Jeff," Amy spoke for the first time into the encounter, walking closer to the numb body of Chris Jericho, she gave him a smile. A smile that contained the same evil he had given her in those hotels when Matt didn't know about her experience and he did. "He doesn't deserve a beating, he deserves much more. What was that you told me that night, that I am a betrayer? That my love was nothing but a joke? I think the same can be said about you tonight Chris. I have my love, I never betrayed him." She felt Matt covering his arm around her waist, in words showing her off to the guy who seemed to be broken in every way, he continued her sentence. "Remember the picture deal we had? You can keep the confession, but now that Evolution knows that you turned your back on them . . ."
Chris's eyes once more went wide with what Hardy just told him; "Jeff, I think his 'friends' will give him exactly what he deserves." Shifting his gaze from person to person, Chris saw all four of them smiling, even Trish, smiling through her tears, leaning down, Trish gave him a hard slap straight across the cheek as Jeff released. "You can KEEP your petty little ring." Her grin changed to a biting jaw, Trish pulled off that ring he once gave her, that ring he said to show they should live together and threw it on his face. Chris could barely stand up alone; he coughed out air.
Matt finished the words as they started walking away, leaving Jericho's 'corpse' on the floor, he was barely breathing, "And after they are finished 'protecting you from a maniac', be sure to tell Batista that he would be facing that maniac soon." Matt picked up the two cell phones and together, with Amy by his arm and Jeff and Trish by his side, they left the parking lot the way they came, engulfing into the darkness. Leaving Jericho the way he arrived: alone.
He spat out blood, he couldn't move, every ounce of his muscles ached. Soon, Chris saw another group of three entering the lot, with the same look of anger flushed across their faces. He smiled from the floor, barely able to speak; "Brothers, hey . . . heh, heh. Could you . . . help me up?" Chris knew what was coming. Batista wasn't like Jeff, Matt, Trish or Lita, he was more brutal. He would kill him if necessary. As he bent down to grip around his throat, unlike Jeff, Batista started to choke Jericho and pulled him up with that might with both of his hands. Violently he shook him against the stoned pillar with his body power: "YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD!!!" Shoving his powerful hand through his stomach, Batista alone was enough to serve Jericho the beating, as Trish said, he deserved.
That night, Chris felt pain as he never experienced before, from the hands of the Hardys and the hands of Evolution, both groups wanting to tear him apart. And both were successful. If only Evolution was more thoughtful like the Hardys, they weren't. As every harsh blow Batista squared on Jericho, every shot with their legs, yes they even used their legs and a few non-lethal weapons. At the end of the day, Jericho was left in a pond of his own blood. In the ways of the urban street, he was punished for what he did.
Matt, Amy, Jeff and Trish went to their hotel rooms and ended the night in peace. The pictures were deleted; Matt found a new cell! And with the old memory of Chris Jericho now gone, Trish enjoyed her time with Jeff as a couple together. A few years of age difference didn't matter when they were this much in love. In their room they could be seen happily sharing a sexual relationship, with not another worry to block their love. For Matthew and Amy, they spent the night as the always do: caressing together in each other's arms.
~ Monday Night RAW . . . 1 week later ~
"I can't believe that CHRIS JERICHO would do such a dumb-ass thing!" Backstage, the show hadn't started, but even after a week of depression towards his upcoming match, the only thing that calmed him down was sex, Batista was yelling at Molly Holly at his locker room backstage. They were alone, and she was barely wearing anything to please him. "You shouldn't let a man like Jericho worry you Dave . . ." Her hands circled his cheeks and she pulled him down to drink or rather suckle the exposed breast that was left out for him. Batista didn't refuse, he was the type of sexholic, he was an addict for having sex with women and that was exactly why he had a match scheduled. How badly did he want it? "You're right," he breathed against her flesh, "And tonight . . . you know what we are supposed to do . . ." She smiled. "I'm doing MY part . . . you should be ready to do yours . . ." For the first time in that week, Batista smiled as the thoughts of having a sexual connection with Amy Dumas one again came to his mind. "I can FEEL her already . . . her soft, tender skin smashing under my mouth . . . I want that feeling again."
Smiling, Molly pulled out an object from inside her pants, "I have the whip ready darling." They laughed.
~ On Screen ~
Tonight, once again the show started backstage, with Jonathan Coachman announcing the full roster that he was in charge tonight, replacing Mr. Bischoff who had a very important matter to attend to. So, as the guy who's calling the shots, he booked an over-the-top-rope challenge later tonight for a chance to be the 30th entrant into the Royal Rumble next Sunday! Matt Hardy, Batista and others who had matches prepared would be excused. Besides, he also added that; "Hardy and Batista's match at the Rumble would be of similar stipulations, the one who wins will be at the rumble . . . but anyway, to get to the challenge tonight, you have to win your own qualifying match. In what may be the worst stipulation ever! The match list is left on the door." His words would shake the roster up, luckily none of the members of Evolution were there or Matt Hardy. There was but one person in the midst of this crowd of wrestlers, his new mask being unknown the fans and to those around him . . . and these days he clearly had no friends anymore. Chris Jericho wanted to cash in on his Survivor Series favor and simply skip the qualifying match, but Coach refused. Saying that the favor was for Bischoff and not him. This faded as the opening video of Monday Night RAW exploded through the TV sets of millions of fans world wide and the live audience who attended the show. And just as fast as it would take place, the first qualification match bombed the arena that featured Booker T and RVD teaming against Christian and Sylvein Greiner of La Resistance. Both, of course, lost to the mighty combination of Booker T and RVD. This was the last RAW before Royal Rumble, and expectations from both the fans and the board were in high rates. Later as the night would end, both Matt and Amy were scheduled to attend a meeting with the directors along with their fellow title-holders. But those 'title-holders' were the entire faction of Evolution.
Chris Jericho defeated Rene Dupree via submission to the Walls of Jericho and was qualified for the #30 over the top rope challenge. Surprisingly though, the crowd was hot for Chris around tonight, the management saw that Jericho's turn as a face could be of great success. As he made his way backstage, with the cameras still on him, Chris bragged to his tag partner Christian for his win and that he now had a chance to be the number thirty entrant at the Rumble. Christian asked to replace him tonight and Chris refused that favor.
~ Elsewhere ~
The night went on successfully, Trish wasn't there and so too that she and Jeff went back to North Carolina for private moments. "Matt, are you sure you are okay with this? Y'know the whole restraining order and all?" Amy Dumas and her boyfriend sat at their locker, away from the cameras. The night was almost over as each of them finished their pre-match preparations, she walked to him and sat on his lap, surrounding his neck with her hands as he nuzzled over her breasts. Making her smile at the touch, "Actually no Amez . . . no I am NOT okay with the restraining order or the segments. I want to beat him like we beat up Jericho that night. I—" But his words melted under the puckering feel of her hot lips against his. Moaning with the taste, Amy pulled away, "I know that you know what you should do Matt. And I trust you enough to know that you will do the right thing. I love you."
What could be a response for that? Matt smiled at her sweetly, Amy was wearing her Lita gear and looked so hot in it that he couldn't help but give her a kiss on the middle of her throat. Smiling back, he told her he loved her so much that he was beginning to worry about her match again. She smiled back. "AGAIN?"
"Like you said, its because we LOVE each other." They shared another moment of laughter together which included a few pouted kisses at the tip of the other's lips before a knock on their door broke the couple's brief love making. Amy loudly said "Come in," in her sweet tune for the person to enter, it was one of the backstage staff. "Miss Dumas your match is up next,"
"Tell them I'll be there in 5."
The door closed after a nod from the staff member. Amy looked down to see Matt concerned, "Don't WORRY so much!" She laughed, "I'll be fine, just keep watching the TV and see me kick Holly's ass!" She ended with a short giggle. Matt smiled and gave her a good luck kiss before she left out the door. There was something very uncomfortable about this whole one-on-one match, a gut feeling at the pit of his stomach. Matt didn't like that feeling. She was the only person he cared deeply for in this entire universe, he couldn't bear to see her suffers, she didn't deserve it. But she did, after what that sick bastard did to her, Matt would punish himself if he couldn't punish the one responsible for her struggles. Amy Dumas is the only woman he loves in his life, and to protect her he would even jump off the top of a mountain. There wasn't any major House Show's that involved the two pair in the last week, after RAW, they spent a great deal of time together residing in their house at Cameron. And the week that would follow, that is this week, contained similar schedules, accept for a meeting with the board of directors, an auto graph session and an online chat with the people at Byte This! Exclusive to WWE.com Matt looked at the TV screen and saw the ring announcer welcome in Molly Holly, the challenger for Amy's Women's Championship.
~ On stage ~
"And . . . from Fayetteville Florida, she is the WWE Women's Champion: LITA!"
The fans raised their cards with joy of their favorite diva entering the ring, totting that prestigious shiny gold plate that contained her name, Lita shook a few hands and slid in for a small pose at the corner of a turnbuckle. Jumping down, she gave the title to the official and readied for the match. It wasn't that big a deal once she fought with 3 other women on the house show last week, but Amy did loose to Molly's team last week on RAW and tonight she had her chance to fight back against the fellow diva who wanted her title. She wouldn't give it up without a good fight, or so Amy thought.
The bell rang, and the match started officially without any forced start by the opponent, pleasing Matt greatly backstage. What could go wrong? Amy was an excellent fighter and performer in the ring; she shouldn't have any problem with Molly Holly of all people. Though Holly was also trained by the best, in other words, Holly was trained by Matt's former MFer; the late Crash Holly.
Both wrestlers grip-grappled at first for the time to pass and soon enough it came to Lita's advantage when it came to technical wrestling, she flipped, dropkicked, backbodydropped, even attempted four roll up pins but the results were nil. Molly started to fight back but each time she did, she got hit by Lita's overpowering acrobatics. The fans were more than thrilled to cheer for Amy each time she countered an attack, it was something that made Matt proud of the woman he cared for.
After an irishwhip, Molly somewhat gained momentum and started to viciously attack Lita with her strike's arsenal. Though it took the referee to break it up, Molly soon gained her upper hand when she countered a top rope hurricanrana! Amy was down, and so Holly covered, '1' '2' but before the third fall could reach the mat, Amy shot her shoulder off of it to break the count. Molly was beginning to get frustrated at Amy's moves, angrily she pulled her by her red hair and threw her to a turnbuckle, and as if hating her with everything she had, Molly jumped on Lita and started to brawl with her with cat-fight styled maneuvers. But Amy escaped that grasp and rolled away on the floor, going to her feet as Molly turned around confused, Amy jumped and attached her legs between Holly's neck and with a 180degrees vertical spin, she shot abroad with a connecting hurricanrana. Molly's shoulders were down and the ref began his counting once more; '1' '2' but again at the third count Molly escaped Lita's grip. The match was going through a short back and forth action from this moment on, with both superstars adding acrobatic styled moves, at the end Lita had successfully drained Molly to the pulp and shoved her to the ropes, but it was Holly who ran back in with a large shoulder block to knock down the Women's Champion! She picked Lita up and redid what she tried to do and shoved HER to the ropes, luckily with a move that would change the coarse of the match, Amy ran back with more speed than expected and actually rolled over Molly's back, landing on her feet behind Holly. Lita slapped on her arm around the base of Molly Holly's neck and moved her body with the finisher called Extreme Twist of Fate, in other words the Backwards Twist of Fate! There, she saw that Molly was lying perfectly in the middle of the ring, just perfectly in place for the follower of the Backward twist, the Moonsault! Slowly, with the cheers of the fans that engulfed the arena, Amy began climbing up the turnbuckle when she was startled to see who stood by the ramp . . . Lita gasped in terror as the man ran in the ring. Stopping her in her tracks . . . it was Dave Batista.
~ Backstage ~
Matt saw that man once again in the ring with Amy, and as mad as he was to see Batista there, he didn't even wait to put on his V1 jacket, Matt ran out of the locker with rage in his mind. And just like Batista, he was topless as he exploded through the door.
~ In ring ~
It finally came back to her, those memories, those thoughts and flashbacks of how he terrorized her in the bathroom of her hotel room . . . Amy was speechless to see him standing in the ring, where was Matty? Before she could react, Molly Holly pushed herself under Lita and rolled backwards as Amy's shoulders fell hard on the mat. Just because Batista hadn't touched her, the match was still on. The referee had no other choice but to count . . . as fast as it came, the faster it went; '1' '2' '3' and the WWE had a new Women's Champion.
There were boos lifting the entire arena, boos from the fans who were just as shocked as Amy was when Molly released her and slid out the ring. A big smile across her face, why shouldn't she be happy? She just cheated over Lita and won the WWE Women's Championship! But in the ring, the story was something else. Dave Batista walked on to the fallen Lita, looking down at her, cornering her. It made those memories of that night come back to Amy's memories, how badly she was handled, how viciously she was scarred! And once again, it happening . . . Batista was looking down at her, with big eyes that seemed to look everywhere, at the night of the rape, Amy was helplessly naked, at that time she couldn't cover her body when he leapt into her and started to squeeze her senseless. Now . . . she was on live TV, but she was still crawling backwards, still afraid of him . . . she could see that look, that look which gave her nightmares. 'No . . . no . . .' she could be seen shaking her head as she crawled backwards, looking directly up at him. From Batista point of view, his plan was becoming a success. The plans he made while being sexually pleasured by Molly Holly were coming in full circle. Not only did he have Amy Dumas in the ring with him alone, just inches away from him to powerbomb her through the mat to knock her unconscious and take her to his room and strip her clothes and lick her feminine body, but she also lost her precious Women's title! How much he would love to lick her breast, how much he would love to suckle her nipple and shove his cock inside her, how much he would love to feel her struggling in his grasp. Batista wanted her to struggle once he was having sex with her; he wanted to make sure she was suffering. Not only because of the sheer joy he found doing it, but also that her screams would bring him the revenge for all the tensions her boyfriend gave him. He wanted to rape and torture Amy Dumas; not kill her; torture her. Slowly, as these thoughts came to his mind, Batista was but an inch away from Lita's cowered body. Suddenly, with an instant blow of not only screams from the surrounding people, but with a feel of being clobbered by a man as strong as him . . . Matt Hardy would never allow Batista to torture his soul mate, he would never allow ANYONE harm the girl he loved. And now, he was there to protect his Amy and put an end to Batista's unholy acts. He was unleashed from a cage of fallen concrete if some might put it, sure, restraining order, yeah that was still on. But when it came to Amy Dumas, when it came to HIS Amy, restraining order or bull, he wouldn't give a shit for anything. Matt was battering his forearms, straight across the neck of Batista with one shot that made him trip over the floor and fall face first into the mat, while Amy rolled out of the ring, Matt used every once of energy he had to kick, pick up, push, punch and do what ever he had to for the punishment Batista so eagerly needed to eat. Matt did what some thought impossible and lifted Batista off the mat and shoved him straight at the corner turnbuckle, just the lower right one according to the camera angle of the distant, expanded camera. As Dave's spine crashed against the buckle, Matt held the two attached ropes, backed up and dove his shoulder straight at Batista's stomach, backing once more he kept on repeating the move that Brock Lesnar so often used on Smackdown! Matt was enraged, he was kept locked for too long. Pulling Dave's now wary body from the buckle, Matt clotheslined him straight across the shoulder blade, but without letting go of his arm, Matt picked him up, stretched against the ropes with the now reversed positions and jumped on top of Batista, smacking his fists square across his forehead. Hitting with his knuckles while he gripped his hair, pulling with one hand and punching with the other, but every blow was struck as fast as light itself, Matt could see the veins on Dave's head being crushed by his fist. And all of the time the fans didn't even think once to stop their screaming. The feel was as electrified as of when superstars such as the heavyweight contenders enter the ring, but Matt wasn't paying attention to that or any of the cheers. His anger was so vivid, he was too much preoccupied to beat the living being out of Dave Batista that the fans were starting to fade.
A rush of officials ran inside the ring, with Coach accompanying them, the referees pulled Matt off of Batista but he elbowed them and dove back in! It took more than 8 officials to pull of Matt, including Slaughter who appeared to hold him back while the others were backing Batista. Still, the Sensei of Mattitude was furious to get his hands on him! He was struggling to escape the grasp of 9-men, but alas they were outnumbering him. He finally stopped. Amy was back in the ring who calmed him down . . . otherwise, even Matt didn't knew just how far he could've went. Every ounce of blood inside his body was burning with the urge of vengeance.
"CALM DOWN! Just CALM DOWN! Just calm down the two of you!" Coach's voice was already annoying but now it sounded more unbearable. Looking beyond the hand that held him by his chest, Matt saw Batista was standing to the opposite side of the ring, with equal amount of officials holding him as well.
"Matt you just broke you restraining order!" Coach screamed at him, "CALM DOWN!" He ordered again. This time, Matt calmed down. "Matt . . . I'm not the one to strip you of that Hardcore Title, but according to Mr. Eric Bischoff if one of you landed a finger on the other he would be suspended and stripped of his title. Matt you just made the biggest mistake of your LIFE!"
Matt snatched the phone from Coachman's hand, screaming into it, he said; "He was the one who cost Lita her title!"
"THE RULES applied to YOU and HIM not Him and Lita! You took the first blow!" Coach screamed with another microphone given to him by one of the officials.
"I don't give a damn if you take my title Coach . . . because on Sunday . . . 5 days later, I wont need a championship belt to prove that I can take on Batista. You're ass is mine . . ." Matt looked straight at Dave who was screaming back offmic.
"Matt, if you are suspended you can't—"
"—Until Bischoff suspends me you can't say anything Coach! Bischoff is coming NEXT MONDAY. Batista . . . your blood is spilled on SUNDAY. Be prepared . . ." He threw the microphone on Batista's busted face, just like Chris Jericho, he too had blood pouring from his nose. And the way Matt attacked him, it made him scared, he wasn't screaming anymore . . . just watching as Matt took Amy backstage. Leaving the Evolution member surprised and shocked onstage. But through the midst of this chaos, it was Molly Holly who ran away with joy and smiles across her face, she was the new Women's Champion.
The rest of Monday Night RAW continued the way it was planned. And Matt and Amy were to attend a meeting after the show was over, clearly, THIS . . . the battle between Matt Hardy and Batista were ticking to a close as scheduled to be on Sunday Night Royal Rumble. Live from Philadelphia, PA. Batista fled the city after the night ended. He was too scared to fight, everything was going wrong. And for what he did, he just ate a preview of just how bad Matt Hardy Version 1 could be when he got extreme.
(To Be Concluded!)
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A/N: "YES you read it right! The next chapter (35) is the last! I know I know, there's more to be written but that's why you can expect it to be a big chapter. I'll post it by Friday so you know when you can catch it!"