7A/N: Well here we are, at the end of the story . . . for the last time I'll do the reviews reviewed.

Me Am No Dumb Idiot: "I know its humanly IMPOSSIBLE to read AND review on these chapters EVERY day. Ha, ha. But hey atleast you are reading and reviewing on a normal basis which is enough for me. Thanks."

LilMary: "Hmm, am I gonna make every one get married and have children and make the children go to prep schools? Ha, ha. I don't know. Scroll on down to find out!"

Skitto: "Yeah thanks for the correction, I made a mistake on the last chapter saying Amy was from Fayetteville and wrote 'Florida' after that, I'm sorry, my bad. Fayetteville isn't even IN Florida! Sorry."

Chapter 35: The Final Confrontation

"—But the fact still remains that you attacked him first Mr. Hardy," The Board Meeting involved the Chairman, the C.E.O, the General Manager, the 'Sheriff', a member from the creative team, Triple H as the World Heavyweight Champion, Randy Orton as the Intercontinental Champion, Matt as the Hardcore Champion and Lita as the former Women's Champion. Though she wasn't the one holding the title, Molly Holly had it, Amy was not only there as the former Champion of the Women's division in the WWE, but also as Matt's manager.

Not surprisingly, Dave Batista and Molly Holly weren't attending. As one half of the World Tag Team Champions, Ric Flair was there in behalf of his partner.

"You saw the show didn't you?" Matt was very much getting down right pissed of all the questions asked from these directors. They were there to discuss about a title canceling, not why he had personal problems with another man.

"Yes we did," the elderly man said, "And just because of that I think the board of directors are willing to give you another chance, after this whole deal with you and Evolution is finished, there will be a match. Dan, please explain." This was the C.E.O speaking as she told the creative team member to explain the policy of the important scheduled match.

"Ahem, thank you ma'am." He got up from his chair, getting the attention of every body in the room. "Since the WWE has it's limits of championship titles, because of the Hardcore belt's reactivation, the RAW Brand is up by one title than Smackdown!. However, as rules follow, both brands should be treated equally and in therefore, one title must be defunct once more by the end of February other wise a new title is to be represented on Smackdown." He showed a chart, "But the Hardcore title has increased sales by 7% since that of before its activation, and the Intercontinental title doesn't really have that much need." Randy laughed sarcastically. He was the one holding that 'unneeded' title.

"Yes, so to determine exactly which title we can defunct, we set on another chart. Here, you will see the differences . . . for the Women's Division of WWE we can never defunct the Women's Championship. For the greater honor of gold, the World Heavyweight Championship can also not be discarded. We need the Tag team titles for the Tag Team division. Leaving out only the Intercontinental and Hardcore titles. So, as the manager of the creative team of RAW, we set together a match at the 2nd week of February." The second member of the creative team stood as Dan sat, "There will be a match, an old fashioned battle-to-the-end of the titles. The stipulations will be very easy to follow: whichever champion or contender of that belt wins the competition will in return save that belt. Now is where the dividing enters. For the last week of Jan and first week of Feb, we will have qualifying matches for the contenders of that challenge on week 2. Though these qualifying matches will not be presented as such and be left as normal singular matches."

"What will the challenge be?" Another person asked,

"It will be . . . a 6 way match; 2 contenders for each title and one champion. In other words it will be a 6-Man Tag Match. And Matt, you will be the leader of your team, taking on Randy and his team. That would be a good match to watch." And just like that, it was settled. Matt nodded, for the most part of the meeting they didn't have to interact with Evolution. That was a good excuse. As the night darkened on and the clocked reached midnight, it was time for them to leave. Just like Batista had his week off, so did Matt and Amy, Molly however had to work on a storyline for Wrestlemania straight off. While leaving the building the title-holders were jammed by various reporters of the WWE Magazines and that of official Online websites. "Matt, rumor has it that the Hardcore title will be shut down again? Your thoughts?" Some asked, while others asked for autographs. It was a rush of a crowd wanting answers, wanting photos, it was a rush that even had personal cameras, almost that like the multi-million-dollar celebrities! For the reporters of wrestling, this meeting was very important, and had the juices for ultimate scoops and spoilers.

"Matt! Lita! Hold on a minute!" They stopped for that reporter, "Your First Blood match against Batista at the Royal Rumble, any comments?" The entire lobby was slowly filling with reporters, they knew that on Friday night, they were scheduled for a pre-pay-per-view interview about their thoughts on upcoming matches, but since this guy was asking for it . . . Matt said; "Yeah, just one: Every drop of blood will be from his head."

~ North Carolina ~

Ever night passed by and Matt waited for that day when he could get his hands on the miserable excuse of a human being. From the meeting, his and Batista's schedules were separated so that any further assaults from both parties couldn't be committed. The next time he could even see the ugly face of Dave Batista was on Sunday Night, live from the Royal Rumble arena. "It isn't fair," It snowed so beautifully and yet the world was filled with cheaters. Matt stood at the balcony of their Cameron house, inside the room slept the most beautiful woman he had seen, but his mind couldn't stop thinking about what that gorgeous angel had lived through. All because of that man, all because of ONE man, she was in pain. What could Matt ever do to take that pain away from her? How could he undo what has been done? He could ease her suffering, he could give her all the love she needed and more, but that experience would always haunt her . . . always. Matt Hardy's hair was lifted by the cold wind; he could feel the chill of the icy air screwing through his bones, but that was nothing anymore. Matt stood topless, only his night boxers were the clothes that covered his body. As his forearms touched the rim of the balcony, he could feel the cold metal freezing his muscles, his veins. He ignored every physical pain that surround him, but the emotional ones were too much to bear. He hid his tears infront of her to keep her faith, but now, now that he knew Amy was sleeping inside the warmth of their shared bed, he let out his cries. He released his pain.

"I'm sorry . . ." He still felt it was his fault that he didn't protect her that night.

A startling touch made Matt jump off the floor when he heard her voice calling, her hands touched the bare skin of his shoulder, "Matthew . . ." he turned around to face her. "I told you before . . . I only need your love to heal from this. I . . . I need you, nothing else in this entire world." Leaning closer to his chest, Amy wrapped her hands around him and rested her face on his broad chest. She had the bed sheet wrapped around her body as the only thing to cover her. "I love you . . ." she whispered, and began to struggle to keep those tears away from her eyes.

Matt gently pushed her leaning head from him and surrounded her body to give a big, warm passionate kiss to her lips. Swirling his tongue with hers, it was a kiss he put every amount of energy in his soul into, it was that kiss which had every essence of his love inside it. She drank from his sucking lips, pulling her arms around his head, Amy used it for further deepening their love into one another. For more than a full minute, more than their lungs could hold air, they kissed together in the balcony. Matt had shaved his sideburns in a way that they were now the same size of the hair siding his temples, it gave Amy a better grip on his face. Until they had to forcefully break the romantic smooch, they finally needed air after to what seemed forever. Indeed he took her breath away and was now giving it back with the few words she loved to hear more than anything, the few words she wanted to hear from only him; "I love you too." They slowly conjured another long lasting kiss, much greater than the last. Tomorrow he would fight for his love. Tomorrow, Matt Hardy would step into the ring and serve justice for how Batista wronged the love of his life, he would do it for his Amy. It really would be a fight to the finish.

~ Elsewhere ~

"Darling we WON! I am the NEW Women's Champion and that precious Lita is left with nothing!" Molly Holly wore only her newly won championship, now, instead of the name 'Lita' plated there with gold, it read her name. She was enjoying the company by both Randy Orton who laid drunken and fainted with his mouth on her left breast while Batista slapped her right bosom with his hand. He looked disgusted. "She still has Matt Hardy's love." He grunted at her lips before really drinking the wine from inside her mouth. One her hands, Molly held a bottle of the same alcoholic drink on one and a cigarette on the other. She took a smoke and blew the dark steam right at Dave's face; he inhaled it. "You want her love?"

"I WANT HER BODY!" He screamed at her, apparently Randy woke up from the noise,

"You have mine . . ." Molly dropped the object in her right hand and pulled Dave's face for a kiss, a kiss that for her meant nothing. But challenging enough, this man wasn't falling for her petty little tricks, he was too much occupied to day dream about LITA. Lita, the same girl she hated, the same woman who outmatched her in every way. Fans, fame, she had everything. And the fact that Batista raped her made it easier for Molly to take in the fact that in some ways she was better than she was. Molly wasn't raped, but as for the man who did rape Lita, he wanted her again, and he wanted her more. As they kissed together, Molly pushed Randy off of her boob as he fell off the small couch, he too was in the same state as Batista and Molly, and he fell on the carpeted floor that was filled with other naked women giggling at his touch. One of those hired hookers jumped onto the couch and together, with a few more joining and Molly included, they started to give Batista a little surprise. He laughed with a drunken breath as the group of prostitutes started to lick and nibble their way up his erect center. As much as he wanted Amy's sex, the sex he was jealous that Matt Hardy had, Batista loved to be sexed by 5 more women. He enjoyed being sexed by 5 more women, his only dream that he would trade the five women to fuck Amy Dumas again. Not that he would tell that to these lovely ladies, he laughed at the thought, and continued laughing at their touch.

~ Sunday, January 25th, 2004 ~

'The biggest arena of them all . . . Wrestlemania XX. To have the mere chance to be the highlighter of this prestigious event, it takes one man to go through 29 other opponents.

30 men—Shawn Michaels

30 men—Booker T

30 men—The Big Show

60 Eyes on the ultimate prize—Rey Mysterio Jr.

30 men—Brock Lesnar

1 winner—Bill Goldberg

'To be the headliner of the greatest show in Sports Entertainment' —Shawn Michaels.

Wrestlemania 20

'Where it all begins . . . again.'—Vince McMahon.

This was the Road to Wrestlemania, this was Royal Rumble 2004. Presented by both RAW and SMACKDOWN! This pay-per-view was the one that could change one man's life. But in doing so, could start and threat another. The World Heavyweight Championship and the WWE Championship could both be on the line as the mainevent of Wrestlemania 20, but out of the two, one superstar from the greater brand would be defending the title as the last match of WMXX. The winner could be anybody, either the 15 superstars of RAW, or the 15 superstars of Smackdown. But more importantly to one group, it would matter who would face their leader at WMXX. Or if that leader could successfully win the championship against his once best friend, but for the third member of that group, the most important thing, the most fearful factor was that he would be facing Matt Hardy in a First Blood match. The same Matt Hardy who he had a battle since late 2003, the same Matt Hardy he had lost to for so many times. And the same Matt Hardy who he had beaten to get to his girlfriend and successfully raped her. He hoped that his girlfriend was here tonight, right now as Dave Batista worked on the two poles of his locker room, sweat dripping from his forehead, he wanted nothing more than to crush Matt Hardy's puny body in his grasp. And later, do what he planned and expose Lita in front of him and glare at the taut nipples that would look back, he wanted to sex her again, but before he could, he had to beat Hardy. He had to make sure Hardy was ripped apart, dead even, he would go though him and he would demolish Hardy's will, Hardy's 'Mattitude'. Tonight, all hell would really break loose.

~ His locker room ~

"Matty?" His match was the first one on the list, who ever won would continue to the Rumble and face the 29 men for a chance to be a World Champion at Wrestlemania. Matt heard Amy's call, he felt her concern, turning away from the mirror after the last few precautions of the match, he saw her afraid. "I'll be alright." He told her boldly, holding her beautiful face in his palm, "I hope you do. I love you too much." She told him, he smiled and kissed Amy lightly on her lips. He knew there wasn't anything he could —say— to make her think otherwise, he knew just how badly she cared for him. It made his heart lighten up that he had Amy to support him. He whispered that on her ear before pulling away from the kiss, she whispered back before releasing; "Kick his ass." Smiling, Matt put on his jacket and clicked his Hardcore title around his waist, he planted another kiss on her soft right cheek and proceeded to go out when he saw Jeff and Trish standing by their door.

"Good luck." Jeff told him, a look that showed Matt his brother had faith in him. "Thanks man." Lightly, the two punched hands; a brother thing as Amy and Trish stood at a side, watching their men act like boys. 'This is my family, the people I love.' Matt noted in his head as he watched the 3 people he cared so much for. But more importantly as he watched his girlfriend, 'And for them, for her, I would give away gallons of my blood. Because I love her.' And tonight, he would do exactly that. This may be a 'First Blood' match that was scheduled, but it would surely be a battle with unlimited amounts of blood being sacrificed, or in this case . . . forced.

~ In The Ring ~

A video package showcased just how rough the Rumble would be; it focused on the events that could occur in one instant second. This was WWE Royal Rumble, this was the Road to Wrestlemania! Jim Ross, Jerry 'The King' Lawler and Jonathan Coachman represented the red team of RAW while Michael Cole and Tazz represented the blue league of Smackdown. The Spanish Announcers were set beside Cole and Tazz in their own table as the show began with the ring announcer standing in the middle of the squared circle. As he took the microphone, backstage the combatants of the first match flexed their muscles; ready to go out once their names were announced. Of course, Batista was waiting in his locker, waiting for the Hardcore Champion to make the first entry.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a special First Blood Match! Here are the rules: The first person to bust his opponent's head, with any thing he wants, and makes his opponent bleed, will be announced the winner!" The thousands that attended the arena were on their feet; they too were ready to scream as their favorite wrestlers walk out of that special entrance ramp. "The winner will continue to the Royal Rumble to face 29 other opponents, and the one who loses will face his number one contenders to defend his title! Introducing first . . ."

And once more, the titantron darkened into a blank screen, with the only writings in it was 'matt hardy . . . version 1.0'

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"—From Cameron North Carolina, he is the WWE HARDCORE Champion! MATT HARRRRDDY VERSION ONE!"

As the last meter of a loading screen exploded to reveal the true Sensei of Mattitude, out he walked into the roar of the crowd. The vibrating echoes that would lift the arena were upon Matt Hardy as he walked to the ring. This was the time he had been waiting for so long. This was the ultimate stage, to take the ultimate revenge.

On the screen there was 2 Matt Facts: 1) Metallica was the CD Matt listened to before this match, and 2) Batista would pay for what he did to Lita. The last fact contained nothing but the truth of what Matt felt inside of him. As he slid inside the ring and shoved the Hardcore title at one rope, he could take in the explosive cheers the fans blasted upon him. It felt really good. And at the same time, it felt more supported.

But it was the next round of words that made Matt ready for this physically. He was ready since day one, but he needed to be extremely aware of just how sneaky Evolution could be. This was the man, as Matt noted with grinding teeth; this was the man who forced himself on his Amy. He didn't smile or waste time to pose for the cameras. This was real, too real. And the fans had no idea.

"And his opponent," The sheer sound of Batista's music and face on screen made Matt add in a bonus dose of want for blood in his mind. This wasn't human, and to be able to kill a monster, one must become monster. Hardy didn't pay attention to what Lillian Garcia was saying, his focus was on the man who walked towards the ring, and the man looked scared.

~ The other side of the positive ~

As Dave Batista slowly walked, he could see that look on Matt Hardy's eyes, Matt was crouched on the ring, in stalking mode, looking directly at Dave, and he didn't like that look. At first when Dave was preparing for the match, he thought he could take Hardy on, but now it looked that Hardy had bad intentions in his mind. It scared him to think that he would meet with the same results as Chris Jericho, it would be harsh if that happened.

As he made his way towards the ring, Matt suddenly started to ban the rules and leapt at Batista from the ring! He didn't jump off just stretched against the ropes to prevent Batista from entering, the music stopped and the chants of 'Hardy' began to out number in the entire arena. Both fans of wrestling and that of WWE were watching this, this was Royal Rumble, the most anticipated event of the entire year. Now, that anticipation would come to an end that the show began, but the supporters of Matt Hardy wouldn't stop until the match was completely over. Yelling 'What the hell do you think you're doing?!' over the boundaries of the ring, Batista told Hardy to back off. He refused.

Angrily Dave kicked one of the steel stairs to break it off the pole; the ref was telling him to get in the ring so that the match could begin. But as the official, he pushed Matt back for Dave to enter. Hardy did as told but once Batista set his foot inside the ring, he forced the match to start. He had been waiting too long.

Matt pulled Dave by his neck once he wanted to leave, and once inside completely, Matt pushed his forearm straight across his face. As Dave returned to his feet, Matt ran in a clothesline, and then another one, continuing his assaults repeatedly. He showed no remorse, he fought without thinking and was fatally brutalizing Batista's very being. At one point of the match, Dave found the opportunity to fight back and pushed Matt back to a corner turnbuckle. He capitalized on Matt by hitting him straight twice on his gut, Batista realized that there was no more turning back. There was no running this time, but he ran, ran the other way towards Matt in an attempt to clothesline him badly against the turnbuckle.

But Hardy's leg shot up and crushed Batista's jaw as he backed off with the hit straight across the face. It must've loosened a tooth or two. Matt pushed up against the corner to stand on the second turnbuckle, he awaited Dave's turn. Because when Batista did, Matt jumped off the buckle with a missile-dropkick that knocked Batista off his feet and sent him flying to the other corner of the ring!

Hardy got up, and restarted the brawl. Oh yes, it was a brawl until the first blood would spill. Maximizing his abilities, Matt took the battle outside the ring when he dropkicked Batista through the middle rope. Getting back to his feet, Matt ran and jumped off the ring, without the aide of the top rope, he leapt outwards and fell spine-first at Batista's paining body. Almost like a backward moonsault. Downstairs, Matt slammed Batista's head repeatedly against the steel pole, the steel stairs; irish whipped him to the barricade, went to the top turnbuckle inside the ring and jumped off of it to land a leg drop straight at Batista's neck. After a while, the match began to warm up with back and forth action, but Matt overpowered Dave's attacks, countering everything he threw after sometime, at one point, Matt started to chop Dave across the chest. But that soon turned into violent punches, on the head, on his face, in his stomach. Kicking his stomach, Matt performed every single move he had in his arsenal. It wasn't a wrestling match, as said before . . . it was pure punishment. He took out the chair and got really nasty. Batista finally showed some fighting moves when once Matt dashed with the chair and he countered with a huge big boot, slamming the chair right back at Matt's face. Once he had the chair, Batista wasted no time to use it on Matt's body. In other ways, some of the fans started to see a new Brock Lesnar in Batista's aggression.

But Matt had no less of it, he was the Sensei of Mattitude, he had a lot of aggression and some that traveled higher to that of Batista's. He blocked the 5th chair shot and swept Batista to the shin to knock him off his feet. They were still outside, and the sweep made Batista trip backwards and fall skull first into the Smackdown announce-table! He burst off of it and rolled in pain to the back of his head, it was very painful. And Matt found it pleasing that Batista was trembling in pain. Matt flipped to his feet and did what he never saw done in a match that had hardcore rules. He picked up Batista's legs and captured it with his own, moving away the other side, Matt locked on his favorite submission move: The Sharpshooter! The move the legendary Bret Hart used as a finisher, Matt locked that on and since they were outside, there was absolutely no way of escaping it. This was First Blood, and a submission-style-move could never end this, Batista screamed in pain, he was flapping his hands left and right, screaming for it to stop.

But Matt didn't.

He was tapping out! He tapped out, he was starting to beg for the release, but yet there was no forgiveness. There was no mercy. Matt's own leg began to hurt, but he didn't let go; he screamed himself for more effort, this was what he wanted Batista to feel, this was what he wanted Batista to experience. Dave was never held in a place like this. He was tapping, but no body cared. He said he gave up, but that wasn't allowed. The referee in the ring was confused. 'What are you doing?!' he yelled at Matt as the fans never stopped their cheers. After so long, after all that could be done, Batista was slowly fainting of the pain in his spine, he was fainting with a move Matt Hardy gave him! Only then did Matt release Dave, but did he stop? No, there was more to come. He pulled his dead-weighing body and rolled him to the Spanish announce table. Matt went up himself and punched Batista in the head three times before attempting to pick him up.

But he realized soon that he took too much time.

Dave shoved his hand between Matt's legs for a cheated lowblow! The crowd reflected the pain Matt felt as he found himself lowering. It was too much to bear. Batista on the other hand, took this as his advantage and bent Hardy between his own legs for his finishing maneuver: The Powerbomb. It seemed over, and being powerbombed through a table seemed worse. Batista flipped Matt onto his shoulder, this was what he wanted to do to Hardy . . . he spat in his face, laughing. "After I sent you to the hospital Hardy . . . I will FUCK your girlfriend harder than I did last time!" That was the biggest mistake Batista did in this entire war. Matt forgot about the pain in his groan, and somehow managed to outfight the strength of Batsita. Not letting go, he held Dave's head and once again began punching off at his temples. Hitting blow after blow, until Dave felt so weak that Matt had the advantage of grabbing hold of his neck and fall back downwards into the announce table, breaking it with a DDT that tore away Batista's skull!!! They were both hurt . . . but though that paining spine, that spine that was still recovering, Matt knew that his pain was much lesser than what he gave Batista. He was getting tired after all this, the match has been continuing for more than 10 straight minutes. A main event needs timing like this. It took a while before the two could get back to their feet. Batista pushed Matt against the Smackdown table once they were standing, pushing his waist to the edge of the table, but Matt shot out a punch to Batista's injured head. Straight at his temple, the Evolution member would grab that side of his head with pain, allowing Matt to gain some time. Every time Batista laid a move, Matt recalled how he attacked Amy, and then and then only did his ruthless unnatural will to make this guy writhe in pain come to his mind. Right now, Matt screamed for pressure as he did the same thing Batista did and pushed —him— to the opposite of that broken Spanish announce table, a curve of the security wall. Once Dave's own spine slammed against it, Matt began kicking on his midsection. Screaming his anger into it.

He pulled Dave up and threw him against the apron, "You want to destroy me?!" HE screamed. Batista wasn't in any shape or form to let out a simple breath. He never knew that Matt Hardy would be this hard to fight. Hardy took a security camera and shoved it straight at Batista's head to make him fall backwards, but Matt held him, pulled him and slammed it again in the same place. This time around, letting Dave drop to the floor, he was panting for air, "Come here you son of a—" Matt didn't know when he pulled off his black elbow pads, he was there wrestling without a simple piece of clothing on his upper body. It was just like that, a one sided match that would end just like that.

At the end, after more than 15 minutes of in ring brawl, Matt Hardy got what he wanted, a revenge for his love. He brutalized Dave Batista to the point where he had to be carried out on a stretcher. With blood flooding down his face in rivers, the ring red with points of blood scattered across it, all of this was Batista's blood. And there in the middle of the ring, stood Matt Hardy, with the cheers of the fans, he raised his hand . . . Lita ran down to the ring. And together, after so long, they posed for pictures.

According to the rules of the match, Matt was qualified to fight in the rumble, but he was too weak to battle, he lost that match. But he never had any intentions to win it. As for Batista, he was taken to the hospital, and the doctors told him to stay in bed for 2 weeks straight if he ever wanted to wrestle again. He underwent drastic surgery of the tissues on his head. But he couldn't forget this match, he never could forget when Matt Hardy turned into that creature . . . it scared Batista. He was never beaten like that before, but on that night, he was bloodied badly. Ric Flair fought against Bubba Ray Dudley in singles competition to defend their World Tag Belts.

~ ~ Cameron ~

She was gasping for air, rhythmically her body was responding to the nerve-ending touches and the highly rich flavors of his jolt inside of her. Amy sat with her knees bent on the bed, she was clothe-less but so was Matt who seductively suckled the coarse of her breasts. As each time he sucked, the more Amy enjoyed him and moaned out the pleasure through the struggles of her mouth. This was one struggle they both would love to have. Her hand couldn't hold his head as he slowly moved up the length of her cleavage. Letting go of her nipple, Matt started to swap his tongue and lick the soft flesh of Amy's skin. He went up her throat and once he was near her lips it was Amy who pulled Matt for another kiss. Dropping to the other side of the bed, she kissed him continuously for a long period of time before they began to really have a sexual 'contact'. Matt inserted his strong standing cock inside her crotch, as Amy kneaded his head with her nails, he kissed at the soft spots of her neck, letting out hot breaths as each orbit of spasm began to glue her towards the mind shattering end of a climax. They went that far, they had their climax, and they were one. "I love you . . . " He purred at her neck, unable to move after a long, exotic experience. Amy, with the same results of body capability, purred back to his ear . . . "I love you more . . . always more . . . Matthew Moore." She couldn't speak either, her brain stopped thinking, all she knew was that she loved this man. That she loved Matt Hardy and it was with him that she shared love. Together, they snuggled in a long much needed peaceful sleep.

As the months that followed, on February Matt did wrestle for the sake of his title, but the board of directors had written specifically that he be stripped of the Hardcore belt, he was too violent and was given time off from ring. Wrestlemania XX ended without Matt or Lita. But after that, on April 2004, the best pair in wrestling history was once again given a push. Here, on a storyline that included Kane, both Matt and Amy were taken back to the main liners of the WWE. And to their return, their relationship was more stronger than ever.

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And so too does this story, Loving you RAW, ends tonight. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much I enjoyed writing it. I'm going to my country tomorrow (as many of you might know, I'm from Bangladesh) SO I gotta go and pack! Ha, ha. My thanks goes to every single person who took the time to review, I loved reading your comments and will miss them greatly. I will miss YOU guys greatly. Ducky (I think you lost the story after it was wiped off the internet for a short while), Mandi, Kay, Trish and Jeffy 4ever, chrissychick, Lil Mary, Soul Charger. I will miss you guys very much. Thanks for your reviews. And if you want, feel free to email me anytime for anything! You know the address. I'm not sure when will I write another story but this was my first ever Drama/Romance/Angst/Sex story! And now that I got 160+ (WOW) GOOD reviews (including the 75 I lost HA in your FACE Shang Tsung!) I think I should write more Matt/Amy in the future! But . . . it will be in the future. See ya and good luck on all challenges.

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