All of the people in this story are owned by Vince McMahon and the WWF, except for Melanie, Uncle Wes, and Michael.
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This is the Sequel to Shakedown
The Ride
Chapter 1: Hey, What's the Big Idea!
Jeff was on the phone talking to Michael.
"Hey sport, how's your Mom feeling?"
"Oh, she's doing great, but guess what? Daddy took me fishing today!"
Just then Jeff heard a click and Uncle Wes's voice came on the line.
"Ever since he got back, he's been begging me to take him fishing," Uncle Wes said with a laugh. "Listen," Uncle Wes said, turning serious, "I really appreciate you, Matt, and Amy keeping the kids for us, while Carrie was in the hospital."
"No problem, we all had a blast, except for the earthquake of course."
"Speaking of the devil, ever since the earthquake, Michael has been hanging out with Lisa more, he even asked her to go fishing with us!"
Jeff laughed, "That's good." His thoughts drifted to the earthquake incident. It too had brought he and Matt closer together.
Michael broke into the conversation and Jeff's thoughts, his voice all excited, "And guess what Unca Jeffy, when Daddy and I went fishing the pier didn't fall apart either."
Jeff laughed at the childlike innocence in his voice, "Well I'm glad".. Just then the phone went dead, "What the.. Matt the phone went dead again, so I'm going to call the electric company tomorrow morning," Jeff said as he walked into the living room.
"Mm hmm," Matt moaned.
"Aw, Jeez, could you guys break it up for just a few minutes. I know you two have to come up for air sometime."
"Well, at least we're not playing tonsil hockey," Matt said accusingly.
"Hey, Nora and I do not play tonsil hockey!" Jeff said defensively. I respect her too much, It's, well with Nora it's different," Jeff replied, struggling for the right words.
"Well, what about that girl in high school?" Matt pushed.
"Hey, don't go there," Jeff said and he walked back into the kitchen.
"Gotcha," Matt said with a grin, as he glanced towards the kitchen doorway.
Amy buried her head in Matt's shoulder, "All I want is a few hours alone with you, on a real date, at a place outside the house, outside the ring, with very few people around," she said with a sigh.
"I know sweetie," Matt said, kissing her fingertips lightly. "I promise the next chance we get, we'll go out on a real date all by our lonesome selves."
"I dare say we'll be lonesome," Amy said, smiling.
The next day the electricians came out to fix the telephone wire.
"The line's been cut-again!" the stocky electrician notified his partner as he climbed down the pole. "What are these guys doing, cutting it themselves!" he said, running a hand over his prickly beard. The taller electrician shrugged, "I don't know, but we're gonna have to tell em. This is the fourth time it's happened in the past 2 months."
Jeff was just getting ready to watch an all new exciting episode of the "Crocodile Hunter," when a knock sounded on the door. Jeff sighed and laid his head back on the couch for a second. *15 minutes of peace would be nice,* he thought to himself as he opened the door. He was surprised to see the electricians standing there.
"Hey guys, is something wrong?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"This is the last time we're fixing your telephone wire. This is the fourth time we've had to replace a cut wire."
"Whoa, wait a second, what are you talking about?" Jeff asked, irritated.
"I'm talking about your electrical wire. Every time we've been out to repair it, we can't because it's been severed, cut straight through!" the stout man declared.
"Okay, I get the picture," Jeff said sourly. "Look, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," he told the electricians. "You can count on it," he said to himself as he dialed the local police station.
Matt came home, only to find a police car in the driveway. He dropped the grocery bags he had been carrying, and raced towards the front door. Fear for his brother welled up inside of him, as he burst through the open doorway.
"Jeff!" he called. "Jeff!" he yelled again, panic welling up inside of him. Just then he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Matt whirled around, "Jeff," he said, taking a deep breath, "your okay."
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Jeff asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
"The front door, it's"..
Jeff cut him off, "Oh, that's right, I forgot to close the front door. Sorry about"..
"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you're alright," Matt said, putting his hands on Jeff's shoulders. Jeff looked at Matt in surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I called the police," Jeff said as they walked towards the back of the townhouse, "because of this," he said, holding up a piece of severed wire.
"What the heck, it's been cut!" Matt said angrily.
"It's not the first time either," Jeff said raising an eyebrow, "this is the fourth time it's been cut." Before Matt could respond, a policeman walked over to them.
"Well, there really isn't anything we can do at this point. If you see a strange person around or if something happens," he trailed off, "let us know," the officer said casually. He walked to his car, got in and drove off.
"A lot of help he was," Jeff said in disgust.
"Telling us something we already know," Matt said clenching his fists. Jeff thought back to the explosion, when Chris's car had been blown up 3 months ago.
"Matt, what if the same person that blew up Chris's car is the same one that did this?" Jeff said, looking at Matt intently. Matt looked away from Jeff, "I hope not, though I think it's a very real possibility it might be Monica," he said thoughtfully.
Later that night:
"Get this, for some strange reason Vince has us traveling to Maine by train instead of by plane," Jeff commented.
Matt shrugged, "Probably because it 's cheaper he said with a grin. "It's a good thing we packed our winter clothes, I think I'm going to throw some long underwear in my suitcase though. Jeff, do you have the electric heating blanket in yours?"
"Yeah, I put it in my suitcase yesterday," Jeff said distractedly.
"Yeah, I don't understand why Vince would book us for Maine-in the middle of December!" It's freezing co".. Matt stopped.
"Something wrong Jeff?" Matt inquired.
"Yeah, Vince said he has some exciting news for us, and that he'll tell us when we get to Maine."
"So what's the problem buddy," Matt said, patting him on the back, "It's Vince we're talking about here, so it's gotta be good."
"I hope your right Matt," Jeff said uneasily. He knew Matt wouldn't understand, so he kept his thoughts to himself. *I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing that I can't shake.*
The guys got up at sunrise the next morning and Matt made a hearty breakfast of ham and eggs, since Jeff was not the world's greatest cook.
Dressed warmly, Matt and Jeff piled into their Suzuki X-L7and drove out towards Amy's place. Matt jumped out of the passenger's seat and knocked on Amy's door. She opened the door with one hand, while trying to put her blue, suede jacket on with the other.
"Here let me help," Matt said, as he helped her get the other sleeve on.
"Thanks," she said with a smile, as he ushered her into the sport utility vehicle.
Once they got on the train, they were all so tired that the rhythmic clickety- clack of the wheels easily put them to sleep. Amy woke up with a start as she heard the train whistle blow. *What's going on,* she thought. That's when she saw it: the lush, rust-colored hills with the brightly colored trees dotting the background. "It's beautiful!" she breathed. "Guys," she said, turning to Matt and Jeff, "look at the scenery, isn't it gorgeous?"
I never get tired of this back home or anywhere else for that matter.
"It is peaceful and serene," Jeff agreed, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Jeff," Amy asked suddenly, "did you ever ask the museum curator about your paintings?"
"No, not yet, but I'm definitely thinking about it," Jeff admitted.
After a 6 hour train ride, the wrestlers finally reached Belfast, Maine, in the late afternoon, around 4 p.m. When they arrived at the hotel, the wrestlers didn't know how Vince had pulled it off, but somehow he managed to snag a sprawling plantation-like inn.
"It's beautiful!" Amy breathed, setting her luggage down.
"If you think the outside is beautiful, take a look at the inside," Vince said. He ushered Amy, Matt, and Jeff through the French glass doors. Matt grimaced, as he was carrying both his and Amy's luggage, while Jeff and Amy looked around in awe. The inn managed to combine country charm with 14th century art. Jeff slowly walked around the area of the lobby, enthralled with the paintings.
"I can't believe this," Jeff said, "this is amazing!" Matt couldn't help but smile, Jeff looked like a little child at Christmas time.
"Well, I'm glad you like it, but I believe my arms are going to fall off, so take a suitcase would ya," he said, handing Jeff a duffel bag.
"Listen, when you're finished settling in, meet me downstairs on the verandah." Vince said. They nodded and began to ascend the polished mahogany staircase. As soon as Amy entered her room, she dropped what little luggage she had and raced over to the window. The view was breathtaking. As she looked down she could see the rolling hills in the distance, topped with a white cap of snow. Just below them sat a pond glazed over with ice and surrounded by a growth of brightly colored trees and bushes. Just then, she felt arms slip around her waist.
"Mm, Matt, isn't it gorgeous? No answer. Matt?" she asked, puzzled. She tried turning in his arms so she could see his face, but instantly she felt Matt's arms drop from her waist. Troubled, she rushed to the open doorway and looked both ways down the hall. "Matt!" Amy called from across the hall, "did you come in here just a second ago?"
"No, but is that an invite," he said with a grin. "No, seriously, Jeff and I have been putting our clothes away."
"Aagh! These are not mine," Jeff stated firmly as he came up behind Matt, holding up a pair of hot pink, lace thongs.
"Give me that!" Amy said, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. Amy marched across the hall, snatching the underwear out of Jeff's hand as she stormed past him. Amy stamped her foot in impatience.
Trying to hide her embarrassment, Amy asked irritably, "Where is the rest of my luggage?" Jeff pointed over to the large suitcase over by his bed.
"I'm going downstairs, see ya in a few," Jeff said.
Matt stood behind Amy, watching her intently. Feeling uncomfortable, Matt asked, "You're not mad at Jeff are you?" Straightening up, Amy sighed and turned to look at Matt.
"No, I'm just.. maybe it's jet lag." In an attempt to quell her anxiety, Amy told herself, "No use in worrying Matt over something I can't answer."
"So, did Jeff go to meet Vince?" Amy asked. Matt nodded. She linked her arm through Matt's, smiling softly, "Guess we can't keep Vince waiting huh."
When Matt and Amy reached the verandah, they found Jeff and Vince seated at a table near the back.
"So, what's the big news?" Amy asked as Matt pulled out a chair for her.
"Well, I think this may help further your careers in the WWF and I've talked this over with the creative writers, and they've given the go ahead," Vince babbled on. *Just get to the point Vince,* Jeff thought as he looked nervously at Amy and Matt, whose faces mirrored his own. "I'm splitting you three up. Jeff meet your new manager," Vince said proudly.
A young woman stepped out of the shadows, "Hi Jeff," she said softly.
"Melanie?" Jeff asked in surprise.
If you would like to use my story, please ask me first.
Please review, I love feedback! Constructive criticism is fine, but no flames please.
This is the Sequel to Shakedown
The Ride
Chapter 1: Hey, What's the Big Idea!
Jeff was on the phone talking to Michael.
"Hey sport, how's your Mom feeling?"
"Oh, she's doing great, but guess what? Daddy took me fishing today!"
Just then Jeff heard a click and Uncle Wes's voice came on the line.
"Ever since he got back, he's been begging me to take him fishing," Uncle Wes said with a laugh. "Listen," Uncle Wes said, turning serious, "I really appreciate you, Matt, and Amy keeping the kids for us, while Carrie was in the hospital."
"No problem, we all had a blast, except for the earthquake of course."
"Speaking of the devil, ever since the earthquake, Michael has been hanging out with Lisa more, he even asked her to go fishing with us!"
Jeff laughed, "That's good." His thoughts drifted to the earthquake incident. It too had brought he and Matt closer together.
Michael broke into the conversation and Jeff's thoughts, his voice all excited, "And guess what Unca Jeffy, when Daddy and I went fishing the pier didn't fall apart either."
Jeff laughed at the childlike innocence in his voice, "Well I'm glad".. Just then the phone went dead, "What the.. Matt the phone went dead again, so I'm going to call the electric company tomorrow morning," Jeff said as he walked into the living room.
"Mm hmm," Matt moaned.
"Aw, Jeez, could you guys break it up for just a few minutes. I know you two have to come up for air sometime."
"Well, at least we're not playing tonsil hockey," Matt said accusingly.
"Hey, Nora and I do not play tonsil hockey!" Jeff said defensively. I respect her too much, It's, well with Nora it's different," Jeff replied, struggling for the right words.
"Well, what about that girl in high school?" Matt pushed.
"Hey, don't go there," Jeff said and he walked back into the kitchen.
"Gotcha," Matt said with a grin, as he glanced towards the kitchen doorway.
Amy buried her head in Matt's shoulder, "All I want is a few hours alone with you, on a real date, at a place outside the house, outside the ring, with very few people around," she said with a sigh.
"I know sweetie," Matt said, kissing her fingertips lightly. "I promise the next chance we get, we'll go out on a real date all by our lonesome selves."
"I dare say we'll be lonesome," Amy said, smiling.
The next day the electricians came out to fix the telephone wire.
"The line's been cut-again!" the stocky electrician notified his partner as he climbed down the pole. "What are these guys doing, cutting it themselves!" he said, running a hand over his prickly beard. The taller electrician shrugged, "I don't know, but we're gonna have to tell em. This is the fourth time it's happened in the past 2 months."
Jeff was just getting ready to watch an all new exciting episode of the "Crocodile Hunter," when a knock sounded on the door. Jeff sighed and laid his head back on the couch for a second. *15 minutes of peace would be nice,* he thought to himself as he opened the door. He was surprised to see the electricians standing there.
"Hey guys, is something wrong?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"This is the last time we're fixing your telephone wire. This is the fourth time we've had to replace a cut wire."
"Whoa, wait a second, what are you talking about?" Jeff asked, irritated.
"I'm talking about your electrical wire. Every time we've been out to repair it, we can't because it's been severed, cut straight through!" the stout man declared.
"Okay, I get the picture," Jeff said sourly. "Look, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," he told the electricians. "You can count on it," he said to himself as he dialed the local police station.
Matt came home, only to find a police car in the driveway. He dropped the grocery bags he had been carrying, and raced towards the front door. Fear for his brother welled up inside of him, as he burst through the open doorway.
"Jeff!" he called. "Jeff!" he yelled again, panic welling up inside of him. Just then he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Matt whirled around, "Jeff," he said, taking a deep breath, "your okay."
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Jeff asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
"The front door, it's"..
Jeff cut him off, "Oh, that's right, I forgot to close the front door. Sorry about"..
"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you're alright," Matt said, putting his hands on Jeff's shoulders. Jeff looked at Matt in surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I called the police," Jeff said as they walked towards the back of the townhouse, "because of this," he said, holding up a piece of severed wire.
"What the heck, it's been cut!" Matt said angrily.
"It's not the first time either," Jeff said raising an eyebrow, "this is the fourth time it's been cut." Before Matt could respond, a policeman walked over to them.
"Well, there really isn't anything we can do at this point. If you see a strange person around or if something happens," he trailed off, "let us know," the officer said casually. He walked to his car, got in and drove off.
"A lot of help he was," Jeff said in disgust.
"Telling us something we already know," Matt said clenching his fists. Jeff thought back to the explosion, when Chris's car had been blown up 3 months ago.
"Matt, what if the same person that blew up Chris's car is the same one that did this?" Jeff said, looking at Matt intently. Matt looked away from Jeff, "I hope not, though I think it's a very real possibility it might be Monica," he said thoughtfully.
Later that night:
"Get this, for some strange reason Vince has us traveling to Maine by train instead of by plane," Jeff commented.
Matt shrugged, "Probably because it 's cheaper he said with a grin. "It's a good thing we packed our winter clothes, I think I'm going to throw some long underwear in my suitcase though. Jeff, do you have the electric heating blanket in yours?"
"Yeah, I put it in my suitcase yesterday," Jeff said distractedly.
"Yeah, I don't understand why Vince would book us for Maine-in the middle of December!" It's freezing co".. Matt stopped.
"Something wrong Jeff?" Matt inquired.
"Yeah, Vince said he has some exciting news for us, and that he'll tell us when we get to Maine."
"So what's the problem buddy," Matt said, patting him on the back, "It's Vince we're talking about here, so it's gotta be good."
"I hope your right Matt," Jeff said uneasily. He knew Matt wouldn't understand, so he kept his thoughts to himself. *I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing that I can't shake.*
The guys got up at sunrise the next morning and Matt made a hearty breakfast of ham and eggs, since Jeff was not the world's greatest cook.
Dressed warmly, Matt and Jeff piled into their Suzuki X-L7and drove out towards Amy's place. Matt jumped out of the passenger's seat and knocked on Amy's door. She opened the door with one hand, while trying to put her blue, suede jacket on with the other.
"Here let me help," Matt said, as he helped her get the other sleeve on.
"Thanks," she said with a smile, as he ushered her into the sport utility vehicle.
Once they got on the train, they were all so tired that the rhythmic clickety- clack of the wheels easily put them to sleep. Amy woke up with a start as she heard the train whistle blow. *What's going on,* she thought. That's when she saw it: the lush, rust-colored hills with the brightly colored trees dotting the background. "It's beautiful!" she breathed. "Guys," she said, turning to Matt and Jeff, "look at the scenery, isn't it gorgeous?"
I never get tired of this back home or anywhere else for that matter.
"It is peaceful and serene," Jeff agreed, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Jeff," Amy asked suddenly, "did you ever ask the museum curator about your paintings?"
"No, not yet, but I'm definitely thinking about it," Jeff admitted.
After a 6 hour train ride, the wrestlers finally reached Belfast, Maine, in the late afternoon, around 4 p.m. When they arrived at the hotel, the wrestlers didn't know how Vince had pulled it off, but somehow he managed to snag a sprawling plantation-like inn.
"It's beautiful!" Amy breathed, setting her luggage down.
"If you think the outside is beautiful, take a look at the inside," Vince said. He ushered Amy, Matt, and Jeff through the French glass doors. Matt grimaced, as he was carrying both his and Amy's luggage, while Jeff and Amy looked around in awe. The inn managed to combine country charm with 14th century art. Jeff slowly walked around the area of the lobby, enthralled with the paintings.
"I can't believe this," Jeff said, "this is amazing!" Matt couldn't help but smile, Jeff looked like a little child at Christmas time.
"Well, I'm glad you like it, but I believe my arms are going to fall off, so take a suitcase would ya," he said, handing Jeff a duffel bag.
"Listen, when you're finished settling in, meet me downstairs on the verandah." Vince said. They nodded and began to ascend the polished mahogany staircase. As soon as Amy entered her room, she dropped what little luggage she had and raced over to the window. The view was breathtaking. As she looked down she could see the rolling hills in the distance, topped with a white cap of snow. Just below them sat a pond glazed over with ice and surrounded by a growth of brightly colored trees and bushes. Just then, she felt arms slip around her waist.
"Mm, Matt, isn't it gorgeous? No answer. Matt?" she asked, puzzled. She tried turning in his arms so she could see his face, but instantly she felt Matt's arms drop from her waist. Troubled, she rushed to the open doorway and looked both ways down the hall. "Matt!" Amy called from across the hall, "did you come in here just a second ago?"
"No, but is that an invite," he said with a grin. "No, seriously, Jeff and I have been putting our clothes away."
"Aagh! These are not mine," Jeff stated firmly as he came up behind Matt, holding up a pair of hot pink, lace thongs.
"Give me that!" Amy said, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. Amy marched across the hall, snatching the underwear out of Jeff's hand as she stormed past him. Amy stamped her foot in impatience.
Trying to hide her embarrassment, Amy asked irritably, "Where is the rest of my luggage?" Jeff pointed over to the large suitcase over by his bed.
"I'm going downstairs, see ya in a few," Jeff said.
Matt stood behind Amy, watching her intently. Feeling uncomfortable, Matt asked, "You're not mad at Jeff are you?" Straightening up, Amy sighed and turned to look at Matt.
"No, I'm just.. maybe it's jet lag." In an attempt to quell her anxiety, Amy told herself, "No use in worrying Matt over something I can't answer."
"So, did Jeff go to meet Vince?" Amy asked. Matt nodded. She linked her arm through Matt's, smiling softly, "Guess we can't keep Vince waiting huh."
When Matt and Amy reached the verandah, they found Jeff and Vince seated at a table near the back.
"So, what's the big news?" Amy asked as Matt pulled out a chair for her.
"Well, I think this may help further your careers in the WWF and I've talked this over with the creative writers, and they've given the go ahead," Vince babbled on. *Just get to the point Vince,* Jeff thought as he looked nervously at Amy and Matt, whose faces mirrored his own. "I'm splitting you three up. Jeff meet your new manager," Vince said proudly.
A young woman stepped out of the shadows, "Hi Jeff," she said softly.
"Melanie?" Jeff asked in surprise.
