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*RAW, January 9, 2006*
"Yeah, I saw you," Matt Hardy spoke into his cell phone, a smile on his face.
"Big things should be happening for me pretty soon!" Ashley Massaro exclaimed. She was clearly full of girlish excitement.
Matt couldn't help but think the exact opposite. The 2005 RAW Diva Search winner was merely getting involved in a storyline with several women who had no experience and had no business near a wrestling ring - with the exception of Lisa Marie Varon, better known as Victoria in the WWE. But then again, Ashley herself was pretty hopeless as well, in spite of the training he himself had been giving her for months now.
Hardy's mind was beginning to wander as the blonde chattered on aimlessly. Although they had been dating since August, Matt realized that Ashley bored him most of the time. In fact, the only time he found her at all exciting was when he was sticking it in her. It was strange... She was just his type - blonde, bubbly, curvaceous, and absolutely gorgeous.
"And I was just informed that I'm getting a match against Trish next week!" she exclaimed. "For the Women's Championship! Can you believe it?"
The pitch of the diva's voice brought the dark-haired man back to his senses.
"Oh... Wow," he replied, trying his best to keep the disinterest out of his voice.
"This is so great! I love my career," Ashley said. Matt could hear the grin in her voice, could see the bright smile on her face. For once, he wished she were here, with him in his home. He'd *really* give her something she would never forget.
"Ash, look," he said, cutting her off abruptly. "I have a wash going, and I gotta tend to it."
"Okay," Ashley said, the excitement in her tone dwindling just slightly.
"We'll talk some more tomorrow," Hardy said. "Bye."
"Bye, Matt."
He pressed the End Call button and placed the phone on the end table by his left side. Not a thought did he give to how very short and quick he'd been with his girlfriend. The only thing he could really focus on at the moment was this "live sex" that had been promised to happen tonight on RAW. The mere idea of it made his stomach churn.
If he was a betting man, he would have put money on that the entire idea had been that bastard Adam Copeland's. That man always did seem to enjoy rubbing his nose in the fact that Amy was now his... After he'd *stolen* her away from him early last year.
Thoughts of Ashley were completely gone from his mind as the camera focused on the parking lot on RAW. A black limo pulled up, and the door opened - out stepped that smug piece of crap, the WWE Championship belt slung over his shoulder.
Matt scowled at his worst enemy on the TV screen. He was consumed by hatred and bitterness and could not believe the company had actually made Copeland's character of Edge the WWE Champion. It wasn't fucking fair... It should have been *him*! Adam should have been the one to get fired last April - him *and* that whore Amy!
Speaking of Amy, the redhead appeared and ran right to the tall blond man, excited to see him. But instead of returning the affection she offered, the bastard insisted on saving it for the live sex celebration. And then, RAW went to commercial.
Matt sat back and crossed his arms over his chest, the anger seething inside of him. He wondered exactly how far this ridiculousness was going to go. He knew Amy well enough to know that she would never do porn, let alone pose nude. Sure, she'd once stripped for a brief time, but solely because she'd needed fast money. He couldn't see this going too far and supposed that someone - most likely Ric Flair, since Mr. McMahon had threatened to take away John Cena's title rematch if *he* interfered - would come out to save the day.
After the short commercial break, Matt felt his blood boiling as his ex-girlfriend and former good friend made their way to the ring. They seemed already to be all over each other, and his skin crawled. There was a bed situated in the center of the ring. In his mind's eye, he could actually see Copeland fucking Amy right there in it, in front of millions of people. It sickened him.
*
Amy gazed at Adam with both love and amusement sparkling in her hazel eyes. The moment they were behind the closed door of the locker room, she questioned him.
"You would have just gone right then and there if they would've allowed it... Wouldn't you?"
The tall blond man met her gaze, taking note of the slightly crooked smile on her face. He knew she was referring to the quite obvious fact that he'd been... Well, *excited* out there. He hadn't been able to hide it, either. Hell, how *could* he when he was clad only in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs? His erection was noticeable in his black leather pants as it was.
The Canadian pulled his girlfriend to him, amusement clearly beaming on his handsome face. He licked his lips as he spoke.
"You can't tell me you weren't turned on, you little vixen..." He chuckled and leaned in as though for a kiss, and licked her lips. "... You were rubbing that sweet little ass of yours against Little Adam."
"Damn right I was," the fiery redhead agreed. She slid her hands up and into his hair, pulling his head down to hers. The kiss was unbelievably intense, and she cried out as she felt his tongue meet hers inside her mouth.
He tilted her head slightly back, at a better angle to suit him, and deepened the kiss. All throughout the segment they'd just done, his hard-on hadn't gone anywhere - not even when Ric Flair had interfered, or when John Cena had attacked him - and then FU'd the redhead. And he was even more fiercely turned on now.
"How about just a quickie?" he breathed as he broke the kiss, lust in his voice and eyes alike. His hands roamed over her curvy body. "We'll go back to the hotel and go again... *Much* longer." He raised the oversized Rated R Superstar T-shirt up over her head and plucked it from her body, exposing her full, perfect breasts.
Amy let out a soft little laugh of delight as she reached for his pants. As she'd done not much earlier, she pulled them down, and he eagerly stepped out of them, his still hardened member poking at his underwear.
The redhead licked her lips, her gaze lingering until Adam turned her around to undo the garter belt she was still wearing. As he worked, pushing the garment down her hips, he kissed the nape of her neck, moving his lips to the side of it.
Amy moaned and sank against him as she suddenly realized he'd pulled down his boxer briefs. She loved the feel of his freed erection against her bare lower back. And then, his hands yanked at her panties, pulling them down. His large hand pushed gently at the small of her back, and she willingly bent over for him, her hands bracing herself against the couch.
She felt his erection brushing against her butt for a brief moment until he was suddenly pushing inside of her. She sucked in a breath harshly between her teeth at the sudden, delicious invasion. Soft moans emitted from her as he instantly thrust hard and fast. This was going to be just a quickie after all, so she wasn't the least surprised by his viciously passionate assault. She only hoped there would be enough time for her to come.
Adam seemed to read her mind as he suddenly reached up and in front of her, his long, skilled fingers finding her clitoris. He rubbed at a deliberate pace as he continued slamming into her, causing her to cry out.
The redhead's entire body seemed to stiffen for a beat as she was quickly wracked by the most intense orgasm. She bit her lip as her cries threatened to grow louder, moving her body in perfect synch with his.
The blond man growled as he felt himself coming as well. God, it was so intense, and it felt absolutely incredible being inside of her - as always. He groaned as he let go, emptying himself into her.
"Oh, God, Amy!"
It had only been mere minutes - less than ten, even, but it felt as though they'd gone much longer. When he pulled out of her, she straightened up and turned into his embrace.
"I love you." He kissed her passionately, tenderly.