Title: Bourne To Love

Plot: Amy Richards had it all: a successful career on Smackdown, the love of her life in Drew McIntyre, and her best friend Mason Dixon. However, after a diva breaks up almost all she's even loved Amy finds herself on a new show with a kindred spirit who may charm his way into her heart.

Disclaimer: Amy and Mason are mine. I own no one else.

Prolog

It all started with a blonde diva the fans call Kelly Kelly. Us girls backstage call her Kelly Blank. Can you believe that? Kelly Blank, the last name matching the status of her brain capacity. She's the epitome of a dumb blonde. None-the-less, men seem to fall in love with her be they married, dating, or single. Trust me, I found all this out first hand.

Maybe I should begin at the middle. You probably all remember me: Amy Richards. I had that match a few months ago where I teamed with my best friend Mason Dixon to defeat Dave Bautista and Michelle McCool. A few months later, Dave quit. Sure, Mason (who has stayed with the company as a backstage medic) and I were relieved but there was just something bittersweet about it.

That's now what I was supposed to be talking about. I was supposed to be telling the story about Kelly. Like I said, all sorts of men fall in love with her. That includes Drew. The first time he saw her I didn't think anything of it. We were standing backstage and getting ready for a three on three tag team match. Kelly, Drew, and I were facing Michelle, Layla, and Dolph. Drew just couldn't take his eyes off of her. There wasn't a problem with that, or so I thought. I mean, we were talking to her so looking at her was polite.

The second time I knew something was wrong was when Drew stopped spending too much time with me backstage. At first, I attributed it to guy time. He and Dolph were actually good friends backstage so for them to talk over a match before they had to fight was nothing. I was in the cafeteria eating a light supper when Dolph came over to sit by me. Alone. "Dolph…where's Drew?" I asked.

"Dunno, I assumed you two were together," shrugged Dolph as he took a bite of his salad.

"I thought he was with you," I said as I watched Drew walk into the cafeteria. And there she was in a tiny hot pink tank top, tight daisy dukes, and flip flops. She looked like she was trying to seduce Drew. But it wasn't her clothing that irked me, it was the way she laughed. That sound,, like dainty little bells, let me know it was the beginning of the end. It let me see a glimpse of what was to come. When we weren't backstage Drew was the same as he'd always been, sweet and soft and loving. But when we got together with the rest of the roster it was bad and when it came time for the actual show he was never there. They showed viginettes of him, dressed to the nines trying to seduce her and get her to like him. That's when it all hit me. Drew was the one seducing her. But for all I knew it was story line. That is until the Friday we had the confrontation.

I had just gotten out of a match with A.J, one of the NXT rookies who had been given a contract. She was good and I had barely won. I made my way back to my locker room and opened the door to a sight that thoroughly surprised me. No, surprised isn't the right word. Disturbed is the right word. Drew had his hands under Kelly's shirt, feeling her up as she sucked on his neck and had her hands down the front of his pants. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to do. So I cleared my throat and they both turned their faces to look at me. Drew got wide eyed, Kelly looking terrified. "Hey what are you two doing in my locker room?" I softly asked.

"Shit, Amy, it's not what it looks like," Drew said, his brogue deeper in his guiltiness.

"Oh? Because it looks to me like the two of you were fooling around in my locker room," I frowned crossing my arms. I knew what it looked like because I knew what it was.

Drew ran a hand through his long hair, frowning, "So maybe it was what it looked like."

"Why?" I asked, trying to keep myself from crying, "Of all the ways I could have found out, all the ways you could have told me…"

"You…you mean they haven't told you yet?" Kelly asked, before Drew could sleep. The last thing I wanted was to talk with her at that moment but it seemed like I didn't have a choice.

"Tell me what?" I asked, my irritation evident in my voice.

"You're being moved to Raw. I can't believe they didn't tell you," Kelly shrugged.

For a moment I didn't want to believe her. I thought she was joking. But somehow I knew in my heart it was true. Somehow I had figured out a long time ago that I wasn't going to be a Smackdown superstar forever. But it coming right as I was losing my boyfriend, the only boyfriend I had ever had was to much. So I stood there in a stunned silence before turning my back on them, grabbing my bag, and heading to the nearest hotel. That was my last Smackdown show and the last time I spoke to either Kelly or Drew.

Fast forward to now, four months later. I'm on Raw starting this week. I had been doing house shows for the few months. But Vince thought that this would be a good idea. I can't argue with that. I may be shy but I do love being on television. I like making people happy and I feel that everytime I step into the ring I do that. I don't know what Raw has planned for me. And I guess that's why I'm excited. I don't know what ahead of me in a company full of danger and surprises.