Part 21:

Lita and Sabrina were the first ones to make their way to the ring, smiling as the crowd cheered them on. They were dressed in the same black cargo pants the Hardyz usually wore with tight tank tops. They climbed into the ring and waited for their opponents. Just as Sabrina was giving the ref her belt, the Faction started making its way down to the ring. Sabrina was quick to take the mike from Lillian Garcia.
"Okay, no," she said. "Lita and I came out here on our own. This is between us and Tori and Steph. I don't have anyone here with me and Lita doesn't either. So it's only fair that they come out here alone."
"Well, that just means we have friends," said Stephanie.
"Steph, hate to be the one to tell you," said Lita with a cocky smile, "but the johns fifty cents hos like you get don't count as friends."
Shrieking like a banshee, Steph ran to the ring where Lita welcomed her by flipping her onto her back. Tori followed at a more sedate pace while Sabrina made her way to her corner as the referee rang the bell signaling the beginning of the match. The Faction waited on the ramp, watching the goings-on. Sabrina kept an eye on them until Lita tagged her in against Tori. For all her bimbo appearance, the tall blond was one hell of a skilled fighter and Sabrina had to focus to remain on top of things. But then, while Sabrina was cornered in the Faction's corner, Steph slapped her, which made her see red. Lita saw Steph's slap and joined her partner.
The fight that broke out would have made the WWF's worst brawlers proud. The women took everything out on each other and it was beautiful. The audience was so wrapped up in the kicking and the punching that they didn't notice the Faction coming closer and closer and closer to the ring. That is, until the Hardyz and the Dudleyz stepped in the Faction's way. The ref, seeing that the match was getting too out of control for him to even try to control, rang the bell and slithered out of the way.
In the ring, Lita and Sabrina worked together very well and sent Steph and Tori crashing together in the ring. Then, with a smile, both of them slid out of the ring and lifted the cloth surrounding it. At the commentators' table, Lawler all but had a heart attack when Lita and Sabrina pulled out two tables and pushed them into the ring. Then, the Faction started fighting that was much harder and were joined by Bull Buchanan and the Big Boss Man.
A few minutes later, two men who loved brawling more than anything else, Faarooq and Bradshaw, joined the party, on the Family's side. While the fighting outside the ring intensified, Sabrina and Lita laid out their opponents on the tables and went up on the turnbuckles, their backs to each other.
"Oh my God, King," said J.R., getting up from the commentators' table, "it looks like Sabrina and Lita are going to do Swanton Bombs off the third rope!"
"They're crazy! Crazy women with all those hormones!"
"Oh My God!"
"Stop them J.R.! Do something! They're going to hurt poor Stephanie and poor Tori!"
"Poor Tori, poor Stephanie my ass! They're going to get splattered."
"Why don't you stop them J.R., you're closer… you can't let them do that…"
"Shut up! We're about to witness history!"
With powerful yells, Sabrina and Lita leapt together. For a few seconds, they looked suspended in the air, red and blond hair being dragged down by gravity, graceful bodies arched way up high above the ring. Then they landed, the tables breaking sinisterly, Sabrina crashing on top of Stephanie, Lita on top of Tori.
Slowly, Lita and Sabrina, the undeniable victors got up and raised their arms up in the air, their hands linked. As Sabrina turned to face the other side of the ring, Lita's hold on her loosened. When she turned around to see what had happened to her tag team partner, an assailant she did not have the time to identify hit her in the face. It seemed a lone figure had managed to make its way through the barrage of the Hardyz, the Dudleyz and the Acolytes and that one man was tearing into Lita and Sabrina, mostly Sabrina. Linda McMahon's daughter was the most conscious woman in the ring and that wasn't saying much.
Sabrina knew she was in the ring, on her back and that someone was straddling her chest, repeatedly hitting her face. She knew she was in pain but that pain wasn't sharp anymore. She knew she was getting beaten up but she stopped feeling the blows themselves. All she felt was the dull throbbing in her head intensify. Her strength deserted her but somewhere in her mind, she knew her attacker should lay off. This was sports entertainment. It wasn't supposed to be this real. Somehow, she realized she was bleeding.
"Hey," she slurred, blinking through the veil of blood covering her face, "this isn't supposed to be real… you're hurting me…"
"Shut up, you damn dyke," said the man, "shut the fuck up and stay the hell away from my family… dyke! Go home! Dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke!"
Upon hearing those words, Sabrina forced herself to open her eyes and focus on her opponent. Through the red veil of blood, she identified a man, a big man with short brown hair, specks of spittle all over his upper lip. She waved a hand in front of her face, trying to clear up the image and focused all the more.
"Vince?" she asked. "This wasn't in the script… it wasn't planned…"
Those were Sabrina's last words before losing consciousness. Vince looked down at the beautiful young woman lying between his thighs, at her eyelashes spiked with blood and swore. He saw Shane giving the director's orders to cut the show and got up. Vince was about to order the EMTs to be brought out but saw that Linda was already leading them to the ring. He looked down at his bloodstained hand, at the brass knuckles holding his fingers together and shuddered.
What had he just done? he asked himself. His anger had gotten the better of him and he'd allowed his volatile emotions to ruin his show. He saw all the wrestlers gathering around the ring as the EMTs saw to Sabrina and he felt their eyes on him too. Security was ushering the fans out quickly but there was no denying that his outburst had seemed uncontrolled even to them.
Then he saw Linda bend over Sabrina and softly kiss her cheek before the paramedics took her away and his heart shattered. He had lost his wife to another, to a beautiful younger woman.

Linda had Paul make sure that no one followed the ambulance to the hospital. She ordered him to have everyone go back to the hotel. She would speak to them in the morning.
At the hospital, she sat in a private waiting room with Andrew, Shane, Stephanie and Sherrie when Vince walked in, his hand bandaged.
"Get out," she said calmly, looking up at him.
"Linda, please allow me to explain…"
"Get out," she repeated. "I don't want you here and trust me, you don't want to be here."
"Dad," said Shane, getting up, "I agree with Mom. It would be better if you left right now."
"I have to explain," he said, looking at Shane desperately, "I have to apologize… to her… after all, the better woman won."
"Better woman?" asked Linda, "what in God's name are you talking about?"
"You know," said Andrew, finally putting the pieces together, "you know."
"Yes, damn it!" said Vince, his anger coming back to the surface, "I know."

Part 22:

"That's why you hurt her?" asked Andrew, his fingers fastening into the collar of Vince's jacket, "because you knew?"
"Yes, damn it! Get your hands off me, you overgrown…"
"You hurt her because you knew?" asked Andrew, pushing Vince into the wall, slamming his head against the wall.
"She took everything I had away! I was left with nothing!"
"You bastard!"
Andrew raised his fist and was about to hit Vince but Shane stopped him. Stephanie was immediately at Andrew's side, whispering calming words to him while Shane saw to his father. Linda made her way to the two men and looked at them both.
"What are you two talking about?" she asked them. "Andrew, what did Vince know?"
"You tell her," spat out Andrew, "tell her exactly why you beat up a nice young woman who never did a damn thing to you."
"She did something to me. She wanted to take away what was mine."
"She did not! Sabrina… oh my God, you thought… her and… oh my God, this is rich. Trish evidently didn't tell you the whole truth about her."
"What truth?" asked Sherrie. "What should Trish have told Vince about Sabrina?"
"Trish was the only one," said Andrew, ignoring Shane's wife, "she was the only one. And I spoke to Sabrina, no one here interests her, specially not…"
"What in God's name are the two of you talking about?" asked Stephanie.
"It seems that Trish Stratus told your father that Sabrina was a lesbian and for some stupid reason, your father thought your mother and Sabrina were… lovers."
Linda slapped Vince so hard it made her hand sting. "I love you, you stupid, stupid man! Why would you think… oh, I don't even want to know…"
"Last Thursday," explained Vince. "You and her were in her office… touching each other…"
"Last Thursday? We had therapy the night before… you said some things that made me sad, Vince, and I was crying in my office… all she did was comfort me. She was a friend to me."
"I didn't… I thought…"
"So Sabrina's a lesbian," said Shane.
"Actually, she isn't a lesbian," said Andrew, "she's bisexual. And most of her relationships were with men. Trish was the only woman she ever was with."
"What business is that of ours?" asked Sherrie. "Seriously, Sabrina's love life is none of our business."
"She's right," said Stephanie. "But Sabrina's love life is part of our lives. Not because we want it as part of our lives, but because Daddy and Trish forced her love life into our lives."
"I'm sorry," said Vince, "it's just that at the thought of losing you, Linda, I went crazy. If I hadn't left that Thursday, I would have killed Sabrina with my bare hands."
"And you want me to believe you have the ability to love me?"
"I do love you."
"Excuse me if I don't believe it. You hurt an innocent young woman out there for no good reason, no reason except your jealousy."
"Yes."
"And you want me to love you back?"
"I'll understand if you don't ever want to see me again."
"Good."
"Linda…"
"Just go for now Vince. I don't know how close I can keep you to me right now."

"Let me out of this damn hospital," yelled Sabrina, pulling wires out of her arms.
"Ms. Davis, please…" said a nurse, "we can't…"
"Can I walk out of here on my own two feet?"
"Yes but…"
"Am I in any kind of life or death situation?" she asked, pulling on her black cargo pants.
"No… let me at least get a doctor for you."
"If he gets here before I get dressed, I'll give him a chance to speak to me."
"Just wait, please."
Sabrina didn't wait. She got dressed as quickly as she could and walked out of the emergency room. She hailed a cab and gave the hotel's address. On the way, she calmed herself as much as she could. Her mind was clearer than it had ever been and she already had an idea for tomorrow's edition of SMACKDOWN.
Vince was going to pay and he was going to learn that hurting her cost.

Everyone was gathered in the hotel restaurant, talking about tonight's RAW. No one had seen any of the McMahons or Andrew. But people were talking and speculation was rife. Everyone had a theory. The only people without theories were Matt Hardy, his brother Jeff, their friend Lita and apparently Trish Stratus. They were all three too worried about Sabrina to think up conspiracy theories.
Trish sat at a small table by herself, nursing a Long Island Iced Tea, staring into the night. When she'd seen the way Vince had gone after Sabrina, she wished she'd kept her mouth shut. She'd brought this about. She'd made Vince hurt Sabrina. She gulped down more of her drink and looked outside the restaurant into the hotel entrance and saw Sabrina walk to the elevator bank. She got up so fast she splashed some of her drink over her dress. But, uncaring, she ran out of the restaurant.
"Sabrina," she called out, "what are you doing out of the hospital? Are you okay?"
Sabrina turned her eyes on Trish and the shorter woman staggered back at the coldness. For a moment there, she felt like she had been thrown to the Arctic Sea without any clothes on. Sabrina didn't say a word
but walked away from her former lover.

Matt Hardy stood at the entrance of the restaurant, watching the interaction between Trish and Sabrina. He wished he knew more about what was going on between the two women. Then he saw Trish hurry away from the elevator bank and rush to the stairs. His mind worked furiously as he tried to come up with the truth of the real relationship between the two women. And his curiosity won over his good sense and he made his way to Sabrina.
"Sabrina," he asked, "are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Why?"
"Well, we all thought you'd still be in the hospital tonight. You did have a concussion, right?"
"As I said, I'm fine," said Sabrina, walking into the elevator. "You coming up with me?"
"Sure."
Matt and Sabrina rode the elevator in silence to her floor.
"Listen, I feel really bad about leaving you to spend the night alone in your room."
"Sweetie," said Sabrina opening the door to her room, "I don't think I'm in the right kind of a mood for that kind of company."
"Get your mind out of the gutter," said Matt. "I'll sleep on the couch and wake you up every couple of hours."
"You could do that from your room."
"But I won't," he said, coming into her room, gently shoving her aside, "now, you got any food in here?"
Sabrina grinned at Matt as he came into the room and settled on her couch, grabbing the TV remote control.
"You joining me?" he asked.
"No, I got to work."
"This late and after an injury? Linda expects you to be in a hospital, not turning in story lines."
"I know but this idea's too good for me to ignore."
"Fine. You work for an hour then it's off to bed with you."
"Yes, mother," she teased.
Matt watched Sabrina turn on her laptop and get to work. It wasn't easy associating the young woman he now watched, her glasses on top of her nose, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, to the woman he'd seen do a Swanton Bomb off the third turnbuckle onto a table. There were many interesting facets to Sabrina and he kind of wanted to discover them all.

Part 23:

"Go to bed!"
"I just want to…"
"Go to bed! It's been two hours and a half already! I've been way too lenient as it is."
"You are not my mother!"
"Thank God! Now would you please go to bed?"
"Please Matt," said Sabrina, batting her eyelashes as she fought a yawn. "I just want to put the final touches on…"
"You've been putting the final touches on whatever this is for the past hour. It's late and you have a concussion. You need to rest."
"You don't understand what it's like," she whispered, sliding her glasses off her nose, "to have ten thousand ideas running around in your head, begging to come out. Sometimes, I think I'll go insane if I don't let them out."
"I can only imagine."
"Sometimes, I stay up all night, expressing all of those ideas."
"Writing?"
"Painting and drawing mostly. I like writing, but drawing and painting, the visual arts, that's my real passion."
"Really?"
"Yeah, have a look at this."
Sabrina put her glasses down on the coffee table and leaned over to a leather binder. She opened it and laid it out on the table. Matt whistled his approval. As he turned the pages, he was more and more amazed by her talent. There, for all to see, she had captured the essence of the people they worked with. She'd drawn a lion cub with Shane's face, a cute caption reading: Simba, The Giant Killer. There were drawings of DX, the original group, with HHH, Chyna, HBK, X-Pac, Road Dogg and Badd Ass, all of them grinning like little kids who'd just done something really, really bad. And there was a beautiful drawing of his little brother doing a Swanton bomb off the turnbuckle to land on a man who looked like Adam.
"Wow!"
"You think they're good?"
"They're great."
"Thanks. It relaxes me."
"You're really good."
"Thanks again."
"And you paint too?"
"Uh huh."
"You're a complex woman, Sabrina Davis."
"I try to be."
"Why?"
"Because being predictable is being boring. I would hate to be boring."
"Darling, today, you were in a women's match that was the main event of the WWF's RAW IS WAR. That's not boring. Then, you did a Swanton bomb off the top rope; not boring either. You put Stephanie McMahon through a table; very non-boring. And then…"
"… I proceeded to get the crap beaten out of me by her father, which, in and of itself, doesn't rate as boring either." Matt chuckled as Sabrina rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"You should go to bed," he said softly.
"I don't wanna."
"Why not?"
"Going to that bedroom… I don't know. I could sleep out here on the couch. You take the bedroom."
"Right. How's this? I'll push the couch aside, get room service to bring us extra blankets and pillows and we can both sleep out here."
"My brother and I used to do that when we were kids," said Sabrina with an approving nod. "It was fun."
"Well, I'm not your brother," said Matt. "I'm here to make sure you wake up tomorrow morning and then possibly guilt you into writing an interesting story line for me and my brother."
"I'd willingly do that, you know."
"That story line for me and my brother? That was just a crack."
"No, seriously. As soon as I can take a breather from the Family stuff, your brother and you are on my list."
"What did you have in mind?" asked Matt as he came back from her bedroom with blankets and pillows.
"Well, first off, I'd get your brother to pick a hair color and stick to it."
"Good luck."
As Sabrina rattled on and on about ideas, Matt set up a pallet for her on the thick rug in front of the TV.
"Maybe you want to go to your room and get into PJs or whatever it is you wear to bed?"
"Yeah sure."
A few minutes later, a bellboy came to the door, carrying the extra blankets Matt had called for just as Sabrina was coming out of the bedroom. Considering she was wearing a wrestling jersey and not much else, Matt had to practically shove the young man out of the room. Sabrina was giggling when the eldest Hardy brother finally slammed the door shut.
"What?" he asked sharply.
"Did you have to be so rough with him?"
"His hard-on looked like it was about to turn on ME!"
"Come on, give me a break."
"Sabrina, you come out of a bedroom wearing nothing but a jersey, you got to expect men to take notice and salute."
Sabrina wearily eyed her black Stone Cold University jersey and shrugged. As it was, she'd guilted her brother Nick into giving it to her before she left for Stamford and it was an extra large jersey that came down halfway past her thighs. She fingered the stark white bandage on her forehead and looked at Matt.
"I don't really look my best."
"Could have fooled me," muttered Matt as he showed her to her pallet.
He prepared his pallet a few feet away from hers as she tucked herself in under the veritable cocoon of blankets he'd piled on for her. Finally, he laid down on his makeshift bed and pulled a blanket up to his chin.
"Thank you," said Sabrina into the dark hotel room.
"No problem. Get to sleep. I'll wake you up in a few hours."
As Matt set his watch to wake him up two hours later, he was incredibly aware of the fact that he wouldn't need a watch to wake Sabrina up in a few hours. There was no way in hell he was going to fall asleep with her lying down a few feet from him.

Part 24:

The loud knocking on the door woke Matt up. And then he realized he wasn't in his hotel room, or even in a bed. He was lying on the floor with a blanket twisting around his legs. When he started to get up and get his bearings, he saw Sabrina lying down next to him, sleeping peacefully, as if no one was threatening to break the door down.
The pounding intensified.
"Hold your damn horses," he yelled, "I'm coming."
When Matt opened the door, rubbing the imprint his watch had left on his cheek, he came face to face with four angry McMahons and a Martin.
"Hardy," said Shane, "what are you doing here?"
"I spent the night."
"What?" asked Stephanie, "you slept here…"
"We must have the wrong room," said Sherrie, "let's allow the poor boy to sleep."
"That's impossible," said Linda, "I distinctly remember…"
"You guys looking for Sabrina?" asked Matt.
"Yeah."
"You have the right room. I spent the night."
"What?"
Andrew's eyes turned cold and angry and Matt knew that if he'd been wearing a shirt, his friend's fingers would be curled into it right now.
"I stayed to make sure she was all right," he explained. "When I saw her in the hotel lobby last night and realized she'd skipped out on the hospital, I figured someone should stay up with her. I volunteered for the job."
"Good," said Sherrie. "See, I told you Sabrina was fine. All of your worrying kept me up all night and Sabrina was just dandy, spending the night with a man in her room."
"Sherrie," said Shane in a warning tone.
"What? Sabrina's not a baby. Yes, she was hurt last night but I believe that if she could walk out of that hospital last night, she must have had a good idea of what she was doing."
"Thank Sherrie," said Sabrina, coming to the door. "Well, well, well, looks like a party," she said, "am I invited?"
"Why did you leave the hospital last night?" asked Linda. "You had us worried sick."
"I hate hospitals," said Sabrina, shrugging on the robe Matt handed her.
"You should have waited, or at the very least told us you were leaving."
"I'm sorry. But after they ran all of their tests, I just wanted to get the hell out of there."
"Calling would have been nice," said Shane.
"I said I was sorry. Let me sit down, I feel sick to my stomach."
As Linda and Stephanie fussed around Sabrina, the young woman stared pointedly at Matt, then to her portfolio. Fortunately, he needed no further explanation and threw the leather binder behind the couch, out of everyone's sight.
"Is she all right?" Shane asked Matt.
"I think so. I kept waking her up all night long and she responded well every time I did."
"Good. I'll have our doctors check her out though before we let her do anything on the show."
"Talking about the show," said Matt. "I think she came up with a new angle for SMACKDOWN already."
"She did? When did she have the time to…"
"Well, before she got to bed last night…"
"You let her work?" asked Andrew. "She was getting over a concussion."
"Do you know how stubborn she is?"
"Yeah, but still…"
"Still nothing. Andy, you and I both know that all she would have had to do was bat her eyelashes at you once and you would have let her work all through the night."
"What's your point?"
"I… uh… Never mind… I have no point."
"Shane, Andrew, Matt," called Linda, "come and see what Sabrina has in store for SMACKDOWN tonight. It's going to be good."

About an hour later, Sabrina made her way down to the lobby. She wasn't carrying anything. Andrew and Shane had insisted. They were carrying her suitcase and her laptop case, even her purse. As they passed by the lobby, Vince was coming out of the hotel restaurant with Pat Patterson and Gerald Briscoe. Sabrina didn't even break her stride and her eyes didn't waver. If she'd seen him, no one would have been able to tell.
"Shane!" Vince called out, "wait up!"
"I really can't Dad. We have to get to the airport as soon as possible."
"But the flight doesn't leave until ten o'clock."
"Yours doesn't. Ours does. See you in Cleveland."
"Shane!"
"Bye Dad!"
As Vince watched his son, Andrew and Sabrina get into Andrew's rented SUV, he felt completely, absolutely powerless. He fucked up his life and had not one clue on how to fix it, or if he'd even be able to fix it. Life sucked!

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