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"Fuck!!! God damn it!!!!!"

Torrie winced and somehow managed to refrain from covering her ears as Matt screamed out his rage at the top of his lungs.

"That little bitch...She's done nothing but make my life miserable since the day she showed up at my hotel room! And that 'white knight' of hers..." The dark-haired man's face broke into a broad grin as he recalled how he'd viciously attacked Adam the night before. "I'm glad I took out that little midget, too!"

Now Torrie smiled as well. Her blue eyes remained fixed to her boyfriend. The only thing that would have made her feel a little bit better about everything was if Matt had smashed Amy's knee as well. And hey, why not throw in Dawn Marie for good measure?

The Hardy brother grew angry again as he focused on the papers he held in his left hand.

"I cannot believe this shit!" he shouted. "Stephanie McMahon is such a bitch!"

The brunette had sent Terry Taylor to issue the documents to the dark-haired man as soon as he'd arrived at the arena. Matt was not going to be suspended as he had been the last time he'd gotten in trouble - but he was going to be fined. And since the amount he would have to pay was identical to that of his bi-weekly paycheck, it was pretty much the same deal as the last time - with the exception of him actually being here, that was.

"Matt, calm down," Torrie said, one of her hands trailing its way up his arm. She stepped closer to him, positioning herself behind him to give him a massage. "My goodness..." the platinum blonde continued. "You're so tense." She smiled, knowing there were plenty of things she could do to take care of that.

"Well," the man began, and he was noticeably calmer than he'd been a moment ago. "Can you really blame me, Tor? These people have been nothin' but thorns in my side...in our sides."

"I know," the blonde said, nodding as Matt glanced over his shoulder up into her face. "But don't worry, honey - we'll get the last laugh." She smirked, the beginnings of an idea shaping in her mind. "You know, the most wicked idea came to me just now!"

"Oh, yeah?" Matt said. "And what might that be?" He waited with anticipation, as he knew that whatever was going through his girlfriend's mind, it had to be good. He turned around to face her.

"Well, how about this...?" Torrie began explaining to him, and she met his dark eyes expectantly, awaiting his reaction and response.

The Hardy Boy's expression remained neutral as he considered the blonde woman's idea. Then, after a moment, a grin spread across his handsome face.

"Now, why didn't I think of that?" he asked rhetorically. "Babe...I love the way your mind works! Not only will that give me another excuse to beat the shit outta that Copeland - it'll also destroy that whore Amy!"

Torrie laughed, raising one hand and pressing it to her mouth.

"I was hoping you would like my idea, Matt!" Her smile briefly faded. "I was afraid you were going to hate it and not want me to do something like that."

"What, are you kidding? It's the perfect plan!" The dark-haired man's face grew serious again as he thought about his former girlfriend and friend. Then, as he began to speak again, the evil, sadistic grin reappeared. "It's the perfect way to destroy both of them..."