Chapter Nineteen Disclaimer: Please refer to the previous eighteen chapters of this story for all disclaimers.

EXTRA NOTE: This memory and match at Survivor Series is dedicated to the memory of the dearly beloved Eduardo Gory Guerrero Llanes. I should have done this a long time ago, but where words have previously failed me before, they will not do so now. We love and miss you, Eddie!

Also: The conversation that takes place in this chapter between Krys (OC) and the late Eddie Guerrero is purely and entirely fictional.

Slamming her clothes into the suitcase with growing anger and shaking hands proved to be no easy feat for Krys. She was hurt emotionally, and physially. It had been the second time in two years that Matthew Moore Hardy had used her. This time, the pain was worse than before, when he had told her that their first escapade together hadn't happened. It was far worse than him denying their past.

This time, she was sure she couldn't forgive him.

Throwing the thin sheet off of her now ice-cold body, she grabbed a pair of jogging pants from her suitcase, and a matching shirt and jacket. She needed to think, and the best way to do that, was to leave the scene of the crime. Get away from Matt, before something else happened that made her hate him more than ever before.

Upon trying to yank furiously on a sports bra that had been a bastard and a bother to her in the past, the cursed thing ripped in two, leaving her heaving with anger and frustration. Cursing the damned thing to hell, along with the Big K-Mart she'd bought it from, she finally decided on a push-up bra. She clasped it with no trouble at all, shrugged the straps onto her shoulders, and yanked on a shirt, the jacket following.

Finally, she was ready to go. She opened the door, and stepped out to see Matt in front of the suite door, arms folded in front of him. "Out of my way," she ordered, glaring him down coldly.

"No," he said simply. "We need to talk."

"The hell we do. I'm going for a run." She attempted to move past him, but he was apparently (and obviously) too strong for her, so she proved no match for the bigger man. "Get out of my way, Hardy," she gritted through her teeth.

"Not until you listen to what I have to say."

"Go to Hell, and take your lord and sovereign, Amy Dumas, with you!"

"So this is how it's going to be, huh?" he said, his face seeming to darken. "This is how it ends? You walking out?"

"I'm going for a run!" she hissed, her eyes now narrowed to slits.

"Not until you hear what I have to say."

"Oh, I think I've heard enough of what you've 'had to say'. You see, Matt, I've taken your side each time something blew up in your face. When you and Jeff had that huge ass argument after Armageddon, who stuck with your story and argued Jeff down? Who went after you, like a faithful fucking puppy dog, getting all your errands done, so you could spend time with Amy? Who took your side when everyone else turned you away and criticized you for opening that fat ass hole in your face about Adam and Amy's affair? ME! I did! I did every fucking thing you've asked of me, and all I ask in return, was you to be there for me.

"But do I get you? Nooooooooooooo, I get stuck with the little pussy-whipped leftovers of Amy Dumas' relationship. She's left you for Adam, Matt, get over it. Adam and Kat are in the process of getting a divorce, and even Kat knows the truth now. Adam never loved her, he's always loved Amy. Just like Amy's loved you, but she loves Adam just that much more. I love you, Matt, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I love you, and what do I get? I get screwed around, jerked around, my brains fucked out, and for what? To be treated basically like a whore? Some... piece of ass for you to just play around with, then toss aside when you don't need me anymore? Hell, no!"

Krys turned away from him, feeling the tears threatening to spill over her eyelashes. "No," she simply said. "I won't do this anymore. I'm tired of being your whore, Matt. It's either now, or never. You can continue to fantasize about having the perfect life with Amy, but reality hurts man. Hurts like a bitch. So, you can continue to live with this fantasy ghost of Amy that's coming back to you, or you can live in the present and accept reality, and come with me. I can't keep doing this anymore."

She turned to face him, and Matt could see light in her eyes. He knew she wanted him, and only him. She could care less about the WWE. She loved her fans, but they were nothing compared to him. Am I really living in a fantasy world? he had to ask himself. What do I really want?

Instead of saying something to appease Krys of her fears, he looked away and said nothing, simply moving aside to let her out. "I can't keep holding you back," he said sadly. "I won't chain you to my side, if this is what it has to be. I can't choose, Krys, honestly I can't. So, I'd rather let you go free, rather than continue to hurt you further, knowing that you love someone you can never have."

Her eyes shined with tears again, and this time, they did spill over onto her cheeks. Instead of crying loudly, and letting him know that he was breaking her heart, she merely nodded solemnly. She went into Matt's room where her suitcase rested on his bed, zipped it up, and carried it out. She briefly stopped by his side at the doorway, then, without a single word, pressed a small butterfly kiss to his temple. Allowing herself one last look at his blurred face, she walked away, the rolling luggage behind her.

Matt could literally feel himself tearing in two as the third woman to ever love him unconditionally walked out of his life.

xXWWE Survivor Series 2005 - November 27, 2005 - Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, MichiganXx

That night at Survivor Series, the whole backstage was quiet with sorrow and grief. Eddie Guerrero, one of the most beloved WWE Superstars, and one of the greatest wrestlers and champions of all time, had passed away only two weeks before. Krys, too wrapped in her own personal life with Matt, and the hell she had been through, had been home in Philadelphia, when she heard news about his untimely passing. She'd locked herself away in her room all day, praying for Vickie, Shaul, Sherilyn, and little Kaylie Marie, and the rest of the Guerrero Llanes family. She'd cried for about two hours straight, and hadn't even the courage to sleep.

Walking around the backstage part of the arena, she could see people not having the heart to go on with the show, but swallowed their grief, and continued anyway, knowing that that would have been what Eddie had wanted. She sat herself down on a bench in the Divas' locker room, and allowed her mind to vividly retrieve the memory of her last conversation with Eddie.

xXFlashback - WWE RAW, October 10th, 2005: Corpus Christi, TexasXx

"Mami, what's the matter?" a voice asked, breaking Krys out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Eddie Guerrero standing over top of her, with a concerned look in his warm mocha eyes.

"It's... oh, it's nothing to trouble yourself over, Eddie," she said quietly, wrapping her arms around herself. "I just wished it wouldn't trouble me, though."

"Mamacita, you know you can talk to me about anything," he said gently, sitting next to her, and wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Now, care to tell Uncle Eddie what's bothering you?"

"Well... you know how I feel about Matt, right?"

Eddie chuckled faintly. "Querida, it's a well-known fact that you love the guy. We all know you're over the moon for him, am I right?"

"You know you are." Krys smiled sadly. "But lately, it seems that everytime I get closer to Matt, he pushes me away. I love him and all, but he's not over Amy, and I just don't know how long I can wait for him to get over it."

"Well, querida, you know, heartbreak is a hard thing to get over. I myself had a hard time getting over Vickie wanting a divorce from me because of my hard life." Krys nodded thoughtfully, and smiled hugely when he pulled a small Bible out of a backpack he'd always carried around with him. He pulled it out, and turned a few pages, then directed her attention to a quote he'd had circled. "Listen to this, mami:

'Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy.

Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;

It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered.

It keeps no record of wrongdoing.

It does not delight in evil,

But rejoices in the truth.

It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves.

There is nothing love cannot face;

There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance.

In a word, there are three things that last forever:

Faith, hope, and love;

But the greatest of them all is love.'

First Corinthians, chapter thirteen, verses four through seven." Eddie closed his Bible, and smiled at her. "He may never get over what Amy did to him, but that doesn't mean that his heart doesn't yearn for you. Amy may still love him as a friend, but you will love him forever, as something more. Love... is a thing that our bodies do not experience, but our hearts. That's how I knew that my Vickie was the one for me, and we're still together right now. And we always will be, till death do us part." Eddie smiled at her once again. "If you know in your heart that Matt is the one for you, then don't give up on him, mamacita. Your two lost souls will find one another, but in their own time, not yours."

"Thank you Eddie," Krys said, hugging him dearly. "You're a great man. I'm so happy knowing that you and Vickie are back together. You HAVE to invite me to your next wedding anniversary party."

"Oh, I intend to, mami," Eddie said, hugging her once again. "Gotta go, sweetie. Take care." The two waved, then Eddie went his separate way, and Krys went hers.

"Thank you, Eddie," she said to herself. "You really are an angel of God. One day, He will have a place in Heaven, made especially for your beautiful soul. I love you, man. God bless you."

xXEnd FlashbackXx

Looking back on what Eddie had said to her earlier in Corpus Christi, Krys realized he was right. He was always right. He had the answers to the questions no one had even asked yet. He was the one everyone turned to for comfort or a laugh or two, and he, like the caring soul he was, gave them his time and love, and still had enough love in his huge heart for the fans, this business they were all a part of, and especially his family.

Feeling tears spring to her eyes, she whispered a small prayer for her fallen friend. "God bless you Eddie, wherever you are. Just know that I haven't forgotten everything you have taught me." As if reminding herself and him what he had told her, she closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and whispered:

'Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy.

Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;

It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered.

It keeps no record of wrongdoing.

It does not delight in evil,

But rejoices in the truth.

It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves.

There is nothing love cannot face;

There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance.

In a word, there are three things that last forever:

Faith, hope, and love;

But the greatest of them all is love.

-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7'

'Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.

-- Corinthians 13:7-8'

'For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

-- Matthew 6:21'

'I found the one whom my soul loves.

-- Song of Solomon 3:4'

"Thank you, Eddie. I love you, man," she whispered, finally relinquishing the denial that had clouded her soul for the past two weeks. "Godspeed, friend."

She then made her way to the men's locker room, to atone for what she had done.

xXLater that Night - Survivor Series 2005 - Eight Person Mixed Tag Team Survivor Series MatchXx

"Metalingus" began to play throughout the Joe Louis arena, and the fans stood on their feet to boo the couple emerging from the smoke at the top of the ramped entryway. The bell rang, and Lillian raised the house mic to her lips. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Eight Person Mixed Tag Team Survivor Series Match! If the challengers' team loses, they will be forced to leave the WWE RAW brand for good. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds, Edge! And the partner, from Sanford, North Carolina, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Lita!"

Edge slid into the ring, and the couple did their usual on the knees animalistic love gestures, making everyone in the audience want to gag. Finally "It WASN'T My Fault!" was bellowed out to the crowd, and the crowd booed even more as the giant Gene Snitsky made his way out to the entryway. Edge and Lita stood smirking in the ring, and Edge grabbed the microphone from Lillian. "Ya know, big man, everyone says the same thing about you; you're a monster, you're a baby killer... but you know what? You're none of those. You're a decent human being, which is more than I can say for half this pathetic crowd here tonight!" The crowd booed, and Edge continued. "So, I propose a deal. You help us win tonight, and let's say... this lovely lady right next to me will let you do whatever you want to her luscious toes?" Lita held up her boot covered foot in offering, and Snitsky appeared as though he'd have an orgasm in the middle of the ring.

"You got a deal!" he said into the mic, and the three laughed and smiled at each other, as Edge handed Lillian back the microphone to introduce their final partner. 'I Ain't the Lady to Mess With' aired, and the crowd semi-cheered, as the raven-haired beauty known as Victoria made her way down to the ring, Candice with her wand, and Torrie holding Chloe in tow.

"And, from San Bernadino, California, Victoria!" She stopped at the ring, then mouthed to her posse that she wouldn't need their help tonight, that she'd handle this match on her own. The two non-wrestling Divas nodded, then made their way back up the ramp, much to the delight of the fans. She hopped up onto the ring apron, and jumped over the top rope, and landing gracefully in the ring, where the other three awaited their opponents that night.

At the top of the entryway, a band was getting their equipment together. Once the crowd recognized who they were, they started to scream and shout. The kings of the 80's hair bands, and the kings of glam metal, Poison, were going to perform live!

"What's up Detroit!" the lead singer of Poison, Bret Michaels, yelled into the microphone set up for him. "C.C., pick up that guitar, and talk to me!" C.C. DeVille, Poison's guitarist, did his trademark salute to the crowd, who were eating this up, and starving for more, and began playing the opening guitar solo for "So Tell Me Why". Bret tossed his long mane of gorgeous blonde hair out of his face, and began to sing to the crowd.

I'd like to put to rest the rumours

I'd like to put to bed the lies

I'd like to throw away the past

And show you how I feel inside

I'll be your taxi and your driver

I'll be your road if you need

I'd like to push and push and push

Just to make you pleased

But your river of emotion for me

flows like a dried up stream

So tell me why

Your satisfaction's like a heart of stone

So tell me why

Your love reaction chills me to the bone

You make my blood boil hot

And my heart beat like a drum

I wanna do to you girl

Things that ain't never been done

From the rain I'll be your shelter

From the cold I'll be your heat

I'll push and push and push

just to make you pleased

So tell me why

Your satisfaction's like a heart of stone

So tell me why

Your love reaction chills me to the bone

So tell me your reason

for tearing me up inside

Girl you gotta tell me why

"And the opponents, first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Krys!" As C.C. began his guitar solo, Krys made her way to the entryway. She had donned a deep red shirt, that read "Love Does Not Die", and black booty shorts. She tossed her long dark brown hair out of her face, and made her way over to her second favorite rock band of all time. There, she hugged lead singer Bret Michaels, then gave drummer Rikki Rockett, bass guitar Bobby Duvall, and lead guitar C.C. DeVille each a huge hug, and kisses on the cheek for doing her entrance theme that night. She then turned and made her way down to the ring, and smiled at the crowd, flashing the V1 sign high in the air. She then raised a hand, revealing a microphone.

"Now, I'd love nothing better than to haul my ass into that ring, and personally kick the living shit out of each and every one of you right now," she started, "but I first have to wait for my partners. First off..." She stopped herself. "Oops, sorry Lillian, that's your job."

Lillian smiled at her, and raised her mic to her lips once again. "And the partner..." Unknown music began to play. The younger wrestling fans who had no clue who it was, had no idea what to think, but the older wrestling fans, who knew well enough who she was, hopped to their feet and cheered loudly. "From Kawaguchi, Japan, Bull Nakano!" The crowd of older wrestling fans screamed upon seeing the ultimate female wrestler of her generation make her way to the ring, her garish spiked blue-blonde hair standing up tall and proud as she stalked to the ring.

Krys could see the shock and horror written all over Lita and Victoria's faces, and nearly popped a blood vessel trying not to laugh. Of course, WWE Creative wanted them to look shocked when they saw who their opponents' partners would be, but not telling them who they would be facing was a genius idea! Krys would have to make sure to thank Stephanie profusely the next time she saw her backstage.

"That's not all, my friends," Krys said gleefully, taking joy in seeing the shock written across Edge's features as well. "I have a wonderful little surprise for you as well, Edge. You may not have seen this person in a long time, but it's gonna be quite a shock to see him back in a WWE ring, if only for a short time. Allow me to introduce-"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Edge bellowed from Lillian's mic. "If you're doing what I know you're doing, it's no chance. You can bring back all the freakish so called 'legends' all ya want, but this is MY ring, and I will see your ass done, if it's the last thing I do!" He began tearing out some of hs hair, and then an evil smile crossed his face. He, Lita, Victoria, and Snitsky all took a corner, and started to corner the two women in front of them. But before anything could happen, a familiar song echoed throughout the arena, and men, women and children all stood on their feet to see the return of Christian Cage.

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" he bellowed loud enough for the crowd to hear in the back of the arena, and he wasn't even on the microphone, either. Captain Charisma made his way down to the ring, his sequined costume outfit shining brightly in the strobe lights flashing throughout the arena.

"Oh Addy?" Krys said, mock timidly. "Your 'brother'," she said, using her fingers to gesture a quotation, "is just my manager for the evening, just to make things fair, in case someone you may have hired backstage tried to help us lose tonight. And, THIS is the other surprise you've been waiting for!"

She made a sweeping motion with her fingers, and a familiar beat aired throughout the arena. Men, women, and children all stood on their feet, screaming for the return of the Hardy Boyz.