Chapter Seventeen Disclaimer: This is my fic. Any WWE Superstars and/or WWE Divas you see and/or recognize are property of themselves, yet their souls belong to the diabolical Vincent Kennedy McMahon, better known as the Devil. Any TNA Superstars and/or TNA Knockouts you see and/or recognize are property of themselves, and the Jarretts. They are the ones who regained their souls from the Devil, or just had the plain common sense to not sign with him, lol.

I make no claims to anyone other than WWE Diva Krys (OC; my property), and Shavonda, mentioned a few chapters back (OC; my property). Kira Summers is property of Ember Evans. Hellfyre, a.k.a. Alexandra Calloway belongs to Alexandra Calloway, and Necromancer, a.k.a. Katrynne "Kat" Jacobs belongs to Kat Jacobs. These are their characters, and I have their permission to use them in this fan fiction. Don't sue, you won't get anything other than some cats, financial aid stuff, and a few Game Boys.

WARNING: This chapter has sex in it! If this offends you, don't read!

Kira hung up the phone a few moments after agreeing to Eric Bischoff's plea to think it over. After all, if it was a direct request from the Chairman of the Board, and the owner of the WWE, you just couldn't say no. She'd agreed to sleep on it, and give him an answer by the upcoming Saturday. After hanging up the phone, she stood in stunned silence for a few moments. Doing an HLA angle, or even kissing a girl, for that matter, was frowned upon by some, and worshipped by others. She just wasn't sure if she had actually wanted to go through with it was all.

"What was that all about, hon?" Randy asked, removing an ice pack from his now bluish-black eye, and flinched again. "What did Eric want to talk to you about?"

"He got a suggestion from Vinny Mac about a storyline he wanted me to try." Kira shyly played with her hands.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Instead of beating around the bush, Kira just decided to just spit it out. "He thought it would be a good idea for me to try an HLA angle with one of the girls."

Randy, who'd just tried to put the ice pack on his sore and swelling eye again, heard this, and he let the ice pack slip from the hand above his head, hitting him square on the noggin. "Shit!" he yelped, grabbing at his now throbbing head as well. "Vince, of all people, suggested that?" he asked, trying to cover up his surprise. When she nodded, he said, "Well, that's... that's interesting. What's your take on it?"

Trying not to laugh at Randy's piss-poor imitation of nonchalance, Kira said, "Well, I don't exactly have a problem making out with other girls..." Seeing Randy's shocked face, Kira said, "I'm bi, Randy. Why the hell did you think Mark was always afraid that I was gonna cheat on him with someone else?" She shrugged and said, "It wasn't because I was interested in many guys. It was because I was always looking at some of the other girls. Why do you think Krys was so happy when I told her I got picked up by WWE?"

"You and Krys-"

"High school," she said simply. "Ancient history, although if this storyline romance with her and Matt doesn't work out, I could always suggest that it be her I could start the storyline with." She saw a light literally go off in Randy's head, and his blue eyes light up mischievously. "Uh... Randy? What's going on in that head of yours?" she asked cautiously.

"Here's the thing..." Randy said to her, once again placing the ice pack on his throbbing eye. "Go to Vince and Stephanie, and tell them to make the Survivor Series match between Krys, Matt and their partners, and Adam, Amy, Lisa and Snitsky a "Loser Leaves RAW for Good" Survivor Series Match." He could literally see the gears turning in her head. "And, since we're on SmackDown, you could have Vince tell Eric to make the match unscripted, so if Krys and Matt's team loses, they could be on SmackDown with us!"

For a moment, Kira stood silent, to take this all in, and when she finally looked at Randy, she smiled brightly. "Randy, you're a genius!" she squealed, jumping into his arms. The two immediately started to make out, then Randy carried the now once again happy girl to his suite bed.

xXAt the Same TimeXx

Krys lay on her bed in the hotel room she now shared with Matt. The two had agreed back when Krys made her return at the WWE Homecoming back in October, to share a hotel room, and they had ever since. She was now perched on the bed, her CD player next to her on the pillow, and she had her arms crossed beneath her head. She had been listening to her favorite CD, "Aerosmith: Big Ones", a compilation of some of their biggest hits. It had been a Christmas gift to her from one of her childhood friends, since they both had a Steven Tyler fetish, and she had kept it ever since, the two of them making a vow/pact to listen to it at least once a week. So far, she had kept her promise to her friend, and until she lost her Steven Tyler obsession, she would never grow tired of the CD or the voice of one of her favorite lead singers.

At the current moment, she had the volume on high, with her eyes halfway closed. The CD was onto number seven, "Cryin'". She'd had an obsession over the song, and it was arguably her favorite song on the whole album, seconded only by "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing", "Angel", and "What it Takes". Also, she'd always wanted to make love to the special someone in her life to any of her favorite Aerosmith songs, and so far to date, the only Aerosmith song she'd ever made love to was "Angel", back on her seventeenth birthday, back in college, with some guy she'd never bothered with after finding him flirting with some busty blonde bimbo sorority idiot, who'd only got into college on her good looks, and her daddy's credit card.

Allowing her mind to wander as the CD moved forward to number five, "Janie's Got a Gun", Krys thought back to when she was still a newbie in the World Wrestling Federation, coming in during the Attitude Era, an era of the WWE where anything and everything could happen. And, quite frankly, everything DID happen.

Flashback

Walking through the halls of the Anaheim Pond, in Anaheim, California, Krys was still shocked to know that she had been picked up by her favorite wrestling company, the World Wrestling Federation, known also as the WWF. She'd always wanted to be a wrestler, after first watching her favorite wrestler in the whole world, Bret "The Hitman" Hart, wrestle for the first time in 1985. From that day forward, even at six years old, Krys knew she had wanted what she had wanted to be. She wanted to be a wrestler.

After the messy breakup with Shelton, Krys was wary of any guy who would try and hit on her. She didn't want to be bothered with anyone, because, unaffected as she may have seemed on the outside, on the inside, she was hurting, and was enraged. She had declared that she would never allow another man to get close enough to touch her heart, then break it, again. No one would ever break her heart again. No one.

Which brought her to the WWF. A company full of men who wanted T and A from the women, and women who wanted to sleep their way to the top of the ranks in the Women's Division. It was 2001, and she was coming in during the McMahon-Helmsley era, a new face of the WWF, run by the boss's daughter, Stephanie Marie McMahon, and her on-screen husband, Paul Levesque, known on camera as Triple H.

Triple H was aligned with Stone Cold Steve Austin, one time, the company's biggest face. He'd carried on one of the greatest feuds of the 90's, a feud people remembered because they themselves had wanted to beat the shit out of their bosses and drink beer on the job as well. Austin vs. Vince McMahon was always one of the most celebrated feuds of the Attitude Era, and it was just the thing to get Austin's career off. He'd finally turned heel in 2001, teaming up with Triple H, the most hated yet beloved Superstar in the company, making them a force to most definitely be reckoned with.

Saying hello to a few of the wrestlers, Divas, and riggers walking the halls before the show, Krys walked past the Catering Department, then, not even a split second later, came back and looked into the room. What she saw mystified her to no end.

There were six people chattering about a match that night; three of them were Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, her "husband", Triple H, and The Game's tag team partner, "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. The three were talking to a trio of wrestlers, who looked like they belonged more in a rock band, or traveling with some kickass rock band, or something like that. One was a young man, with torn stockings on his arms, with extra cool holes cut into them, and wearing a white wife beater, over a pair of black cargo pants. The next was a young woman with fiery red hair. She had a humongous tattoo that looked like a dragon or a demon on her right shoulder, and she was clad in a midriff tank top, with a bright pink thong peeking out from a pair of baggy green cargo pants.

As cool and entrancing as they looked, it was the other man next to her that caught her eye. He had long black hair that cascaded down to ihs shoulders, almost as if it were a dark halo, and he was a hellacious archangel. He wore a black mesh short sleeved shirt, with the same black cargos as the other man wore. He was gorgeous, and he entranced her. She had to know him.

"Um, sorry if I'm, uh, intruding," she mumbled, walking in slowly, almost as if she were unsure of where she was. "But, I was wondering... you're Stephanie McMahon, right?" she asked Steph.

"Yes, yes, I am," Stephanie said, smiling reassuringly at Krys. "Are you Krys, by any chance?"

"Yes. I'm sorry for interrupting, but Mr. Jim Ross wanted me to speak with you?"

"It's alright, we were just going over a match." Steph smiled and placed a hand on Triple H's shoulders. "Sorry, guys, this'll take just a minute for introductions," she said to everyone else. "Krystle, this is Paul Levesque; he goes under the name Triple H." Triple H nodded and smiled at her, and she shook his hand. "This is Stone Cold Steve Austin, he's the WWF Champion at the moment." Austin nodded in greeting, and Krys mumbled a hello back. "I'm Stephanie, you know me. This," she said, moving over to the two young mena nd the redhead, "is Jeff Hardy." The young man, who had a multitude of dyed hair on his head, waved to Krys. "This is Amy Dumas, known on TV as Lita." The redhead nodded a hello, and shook her hand, a warm smile on her face. "And this is Amy's boyfriend, and Jeff's older brother, Matt Hardy."

Almost instantly, Krys could feel her eyes linger on his face. The man was definitely handsome, no doubt. But he had a GIRLFRIEND? "Hi, Matt, Jeff, Amy," she said, a smile gracing her features. "I'm Krys."

"Welcome," Amy said, shaking her hand happily once again. "Welcome to the company. Do you have anyone to travel with on the road?"

"Uh... no. Am I supposed to?"

"Well, it doesn't matter, but most of us either catch planes with each other, or we ride in cars with each other." Amy smiled again. "Matt, Jeff and I all travel to the different places and venues by car. Do you wanna hitch with us?"

"Sure. It'll give us all a chance to get to know each other. I'd love to hang with you guys if it's no bother."

"No, it's no bother at all," Jeff piped in. He had a rich Southern accent, laced with his own style. "I'm sure we'd all liek to get to know you better, right, guys?" Matt and Amy nodded.

"Thanks again, you guys." They all said it was no problem, and Stephanie walked Krys to her office, where the two talked about Krys's first match, and her experiences in Louisville with Ohio Valley Wrestling. Afterwards, Stephanie directed her to the Women's Locker room, then went off to rejoin the conversation she had been engaged in with the five other wrestlers.

Krys then sat in the locker room, changing into her ring gear for the night; she had been scheduled in a singles match against Tori. As she sat there and thought, the only thing on her mind was that tall, dark and seemingly brooding young man named Matt Hardy. Ever since she had first seen him, she couldn't get her mind off of him. And she had a feeling that she never would.

One Year Later

It was 2002, and things had changed in the WWF. For starters, the WWF had now become the WWE; Triple H had been taken out one year before, due to a quadriceps injury, but had returned a good guy. His "marriage" to Stephanie was a sham, and they had divorced after The Game had learned that she'd faked a pregnancy to keep him from staying away from Trish Stratus; and Stone Cold Steve Austin walked out on the company after refusing to job to the "Next Big Thing" Brock Lesnar. And on top of that, Team Xtreme had broken up, then gotten back together, and broken up again.

While Jeff and Lita were on RAW, Matt and Krys were now on SmackDown. Edge and Christian, another great tag team and friends of the four, had been broken up as well, with Edge being on SmackDown, and Christian and fellow tag team champion partner Lance Storm migrating to RAW. Krys and Matt, after Team Extreme had broken up, still traveled on the road with Jeff and Amy. Then, after Amy's neck injury, resulting in her going back to Sanford, North Carolina, Jeff and Matt agreed to break up one last time, this time, Matt taking Jeff's "girlfriend", Krys, with him to SmackDown, where they became heels.

This had brought them to this day. It was 2003, and they were growing closer and closer by the day. They had already kissed more than once, and had tried their hardest to fight the sexual tension that was growing and growing between the two of them. Due to the fact that Amy was one of Krys's closest friends, and that Matt was Amy's boyfriend, Krys had refused to go any further with Matt. Matt himself had refused as well, and the two had made a mutual pact to never do anything that they both would regret later.

It was No Way Out 2003, and Krys and Matt were preparing for Matt's Cruiserweight Championship match against the Cruisrweight Champion, Billy Kidman. Earlier that night, Jeff had the first match, losing to Chris Jericho by submission. Matt was in the middle of cutting an interview promo, with Krys proudly on his arm, and Shannon Moore as Matt spoke, confidently about his upcoming match.

"Excuse me," he said boldly, easing John Mathews, the backstage reporter hired to do backstage reporting and interviews, aside. He wrapped his arm around Krys, and walked toward Jeff, who was staggering back to the locker rooms, when they, with Shannon Moore behind them, approached him.

"Hey Jeff," Krys said seductively, wrapping her arms around her on-screen boyfriend. "Long time, no see."

Jeff simply glowered at her, then shifted his wary gaze to his brother, who had a smug look on his face. "You know Jeff, if you wouldn't be so caught up in your 'Imagi-Nation', you'd be able to win more matches, like your older, talented, and frankly, much more attractive brother, Matt Hardy: Version One." Jeff glowered at them once again, then drew back his hand, and slapped his older brother dead across the face, then stalked off.

Matt's face whipped around, then he started to go after his brother, but Krys and Shannon held him back. "He's not important, baby!" Krys cried, looking him dead in the eyes. "Save it for your match tonight!"

"She's right, man," Shannon said. "Jeff's nothing to you right now. You've got an important match ahead of you, don't let him stop you."

Matt looked at the two of them, then got that cocky smirk to his face once again. "You're right," he said, fixing himself up. "Let's go win that title for me!"

xXAfter the MatchXx

One... two... three! Matt Hardy was now the Cruiserweight Champion! Krys and Shannon jumped in the air, screaming happily. Krys slid into the ring and leaped into Matt's arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and pumped her fist in the air, cheering her happiness to the world. Matt wrapped his arm around her waist, and held the Cruiserweight Chanpionship high in the air. Shannon jumped in the air, as Matt put Krys down, looked her in the eyes, then kissed her. For a brief moment in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, time stood still for the two of them, and Krys wanted to savor this moment for all time.

Finally, Matt let her go, and he whispered, "Let's get outta here," and caught her as she jumped down from the apron. The three of them held the V1 sign high in the air, as the Canadian fans cheered and booed them all the way to the back.

Finally, they were backstage, and Shannon faced Matt. "What the hell was that all about?" he demanded, pointing a finger at Krys. "That kiss was NOT part of what we went over! Need I remind you that you have a girlfriend with a broken fucking neck back home in Vass?"

"Chill, Shannon-" Krys started, but Shannon cut her off.

"Don't you dare tell me to chill," he snapped. "You're the last person who should be telling ANYONE anything, the way you've been lusting after him! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You know what, Shannon? I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone out there, or back here! What happened has happened, and that's that! Matt's the fucking Cruiserweight Champion, CELEBRATE!" she yelled. "Be happy for him! No, on second thought, since you think so poorly of something that MATT started, I've got one better. You can take your opinions, you can take your judgment, you can take your impressions of me, and you can go straight to hell!" She stormed off in a fury, pushing angrily past Jeff, who had just come up to congratulate Matt on his victory over Billy.

"What was that all about?" Jeff asked confusedly.

Matt shrugged as Shannon glowered, and went off in the opposite direction. "Shannon saw that kiss between me and Krys, something purely scripted and accidental, and blew it all out of proportion. I don't know what's his deal lately."

"Me neither," Jeff said, still looking at Shannon's angry form storming away. "He's been really weirded out lately. Does it have anything to do with Kayleigh and the baby?"

"I dunno, but I'm gonna go see if Krys is alright." Matt clapped a hand on his baby brother's shoulder. "You wanna hitch with us after the show, or are you hitching with Michaels again?"

"Uh, I think Shawn already left, or he has plans to leave out with Paul after Paul's match. He's gonna go help him and Steph out with plans for their wedding, he told me earlier when me, him and Chris were planning the match earlier. So if it's no trouble, can I hitch with you, Krys and Shannon?"

"You know it's no problem. Just drop your bags off at my locker, and I'll make sure I'll put them in the car." Matt walked away from his brother, wondering if the kiss really was accidental.

xXBack at the HotelXx

"God, I don't know what the hell Shannon's problem is with me lately," Krys groaned as she and Matt made their way to her and Matt's hotel room. "Does he not like me, all of a sudden, or what? Was it something I said?"

"I'm sure it's not you," Matt said reassuringly, placing his hands on her shoulders, and staring her in the face. "Shannon's really... tense lately, what with Kayleigh's pregnancy, and her going into labor soon. It's nothing about you, I promise."

Krys gave him a half-smile. "Thanks. I was about to say that if he didn't like me, to just say so. Because honestly, I wasn't here to make friends. I was here to wrestle, and that's what I want to do." She then hugged him. "Thanks again, Matty. You're always here when I need you."

Matt hugged her back, and, before he had the slightest clue what was happening, they were locked in a passionate kiss. Matt could feel himself hardening, and he wanted nothing more than to push this girl down on the bed and have his way with her. He pulled her shirt off, and pulled away from her. Her brown eyes were sparkling, and her breath was coming out in short gasps, making her breasts rise temptingly. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, and he ran his hands over them, making her gasp and moan his name. "Matt..." she sighed, tilting her head back and moaning quietly. She'd never been so... so needly for anyone before, but Matt got to her far more than anyone else ever could, or would.

Matt's hands slid down her waist, and to her ring gear, the red booty shorts with the embroidered "MH" on both sides. He pulled them down to reveal... absolutely nothing. His member throbbed painfully at the feel of her naked under her shorts, and he lowered her to the nearest surface, needing to be inside her NOW.

He tore his ring pants from him, in a rush to rid himself of the constricting material. The shirt and boxers came off as soon as Matt's shoes and pants were off of his legs, and he eased himself down, not wanting to ruin the moment.

The logical side of him was screaming for him to get away from her, that if he did this now, his whole relationship with Amy would be a sham, and that Shannon would be right. But the side of him that was definitely rearing its head, his unbelievably horny side, paid no mind to its screaming counterpart. To his devilish side, the screaming was merely a whisper, and what was being whispered, he couldn't hear.

With one quick thrust, he was inside her, and her hips bucked up in response. "God, Matt!" she cried, her arms reaching up to wrap themselves around his neck. She begged him to go faster, and he did just that. Krys gasped as he moved faster and faster, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on.

Sweat was pouring down his back and chest once again, but at least this time, it was being put to good use. He watched in delight as it dripped off of his body, and right onto Krys's, dribbling deliciously down the valley between her breasts. He dipped his head between her breasts, and licked it away, bringing the both of them to the point of ecstasy. Krys wrapped her legs around his waist, and cried out her apparent approval, as they both came at the same time.

"God, that was amazing..." he sighed, nestling the now boneless woman on his chest.

"Mmm, definitely..." she said in agreement, wrapping an arm around him, and never wanting to let go.

In the back of his mind, a small part of Matthew Moore Hardy was wondering just exactly what in the hell he had just done.

End Flashback

Her eyes flying open quickly, Krys sat straight up in the bed, and looked around. Her CD player had stopped, and she'd had the most erotic re-enactment of their lovemaking she'd ever seen or felt.

And standing right in front of her, at the foot of her bed, with a heated look in his eyes, was Matt Hardy.