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Matt was fuming as he and Torrie entered the arena for the night's SmackDown.

He'd been in a foul mood ever since checking out the schedule of matches for Armageddon, which would be happening the following Sunday.

"Can you believe the nerve of that bastard, Torrie?" he asked the platinum blonde, who was hooked to his arm.

The diva wrinkled her nose but then gave him a small, winning smile.

Why are you so worried, Matt?" she asked. "You're the king of TLC matches - remember?"

"Oh, yeah... That's right," the dark-haired Hardy brother retorted, an arrogant grin coming to his smug face. "Thanks for reminding me, babe."

Come on, now let's think about tonight," the tall blonde said.

"Good idea," Matt said. "I can't wait to get you alone back at the hotel, and-"

"I meant here - our matches," the diva corrected him. A playful grin took residence on her face.

"Oh... Well, not that it'll happen, but I'm gonna ask - no, I'm gonna demand - that the Bitch-" He was referring to Stephanie McMahon by the new nickname by which he'd dubbed her. "-give me a Street Fight match against Adam Copeland! And I'll give him a little 'Mattitude' adjustment!"

"She'd better give you that match, too," Torrie said as they reached their locker room. "As for me, I'm going to beat that skank Amy in that bikini contest... I mean, is it really any contest, anyway?"

"Hell no - you've got a much better figure, and none of those disgusting tattoos like she has."

The platinum blonde's grin stretched even wider across her face, as though winning a skin contest was some huge accomplishment.

Matt proceeded to change into his wrestling gear, and he was thoughtful and silent as he did so. Finally, when he pulled on his elbow pads, he spoke. He looked over at Torrie, who had just finally made her selection as to which of six bikinis to wear for her competition against his former girlfriend.

"Good choice, Tor..." His dark eyes grew wider as he surveyed the very skimpy red number she'd selected. The bottom was a string thong. There was no way in bloody hell Amy was walking out of that bikini contest a winner... "Look, I'm gonna go to the Bitch's office now."

"All right," the blonde diva said, her eyes glued to her image on the mirror in front of her. She held her swimsuit up against her and smiled.

Matt left the room and stalked down the hallway, his hands clenching into fists. Annoyance coursed through him at the thought of having to face the SmackDown General Manager. He meant what he'd said to his girlfriend, however - he was going to demand, not request - a Street Fight against Copeland.

The dark-haired man passed by a few fellow SmackDown superstars as he made his way down the hallway. Somewhere along the way, he asked John Cena where Stephanie was holding her office for the night, and the young man pointed the way.

Matt scowled as he reached the door, and, rather than knocking as he should have, he barged right in.

Stephanie McMahon jumped nearly two feet up from her chair as she stared toward the door. When she saw who the intruder was, her blue eyes hardened and she glared at him with fury.

"Who the hell do you think you are, storming into my office like that?!"

The dark-haired man ignored the woman's anger as well as her authority.

"I want a Street Fight against Adam Copeland - and I want it tonight!" he yelled, pointing to the floor in an annoyed gesture.

"I don't care what you want, Hardy!" the brunette shouted as she stood bent over her desk. "You've got one hell of a nerve coming in here like this, making demands of me! Get out!" She pointed toward the door.

"No! I want my match, damn you!"

Stephanie's blue eyes glittered with rage, and she toyed with the idea of having security escort Matt Hardy out of the building.

"Why aren't you answering me?!" the man shouted. He took a couple of steps closer to the desk, and, to the GM's further shock, knocked some stuff off of it with a rude swipe of his hand.

The both looked toward the door as another person burst in - John Cena... The man made a move as though to hit Matt, but he ducked away and inched back, toward the door.

"You okay, Steph?" Cena asked.

"I'm fine - thanks, John," she said gratefully. "Fine," she yelled, her focus back on Hardy, "you've got your match! But let me tell you - the only reason I'm not having you thrown out of this building is because I will enjoy seeing Adam kick the hell out of you!"

Matt glared at her with shock, muttering 'Bitch' under his breath, then turned and stalked out of the room.