Got To Kick It Up
"So here's the thing, we want you to throw your match. McCool rolls you up for the pin and you just take it. This way, things can really get 'set up' if you will." You never say no to management unless you wanted fired. I won't lie, I was kind of down at the feeling of losing. I pursed my lips and nodded in agreement, "Okay." I acted very pleased by management's decisions, the truth is I will never like or even like a little anything they've ever done. So after my little ''pep talk'' I decided to find Matt. I was strolling down one of the main hallways when Michael Cole popped out from behind one of the media cases, "Well hi there Amy." He extended his hand and offered a stern shake.
"Hi Cole." Michael had just started commentating when I left, now he was a major factor in everything WWE did.
"It's nice to have you back, you should to lunch with me and some of the guys sometime."
"I'd like that." Truthfully, I didn't know one thing about Michael nor did I know if I wanted to spend more than a brief five seconds with him. I continued down the hall and eventually found an open door. MVP was sitting inside and he seemed to be talking to someone and my best guest was it was Matt. When I knocked on the door, MVP looked out curiously, "Oh. Hi Amy." He stood up and shook my hand and hugged me. Matt was standing in the corner and seemed upset.
"Did I interrupt something?" I felt like a nosy dog that had gotten their nose smashed in the door.
"No. Montel, can I talk to Amy privately for a brief moment?"
"Of course." Montel tipped his in respect and closed the door,
"What's wrong Matt?" I felt like I shouldn't have asked and that I was doing something I should never have resorted to.
"I quit. I leaving for Tampa to sign with TNA." He stunned me with what he said. Why would he go there? Then I remembered, Jeff was there. If Jeff said he was having a great time, Matt would want in on it. That's how it always was, "Matt, I respect every decision you make but, are you doing this because you want too? Or are you doing it because Jeff thinks it's cool?" Matt was stunned, and that was obvious.
"No! Why does everyone say that?"
"Because I know you Matthew Moore Hardy. I know that if your brother is having more fun than you, you're not happy. Your brother can't handle a steady career. That's why he's there, they want him to try to jump up ratings that's all. Not to 'wow' the crowd. They do it for themselves and he buys into because they cut him this bogus deal." I want to think that Matt agreed, because he nodded his head.
"You're right. What can I do about that now? How do I walk back in that room and face Stephanie?"
"You don't. Give her some time and just chill. Maybe if you just take sometime off, she'll see that's all you needed. Just don't go off and join the rival company." Matt laid his hand on my shoulder, "What would I ever do without you?"
That moment finally came. I was walked to the entrance ramp with my music blaring. I closed my eyes and breathed in stained air. I felt my lungs collapse and rise again. I pulled my air back into a pony tail and sprinted down to the ring. The crowd blew the roof off the arena screamed, "Lita!" And when I slipped in the ring and climbed onto that turnbuckle, the cheers grew and grew. Then my music cut off, and I remembered why I was here. Layla came out first, followed by Michelle and they did their little thing and walked to the ring. Michelle yelled, "You dirty slut." I just shook my head, "You flat chested, pasty, white girl." I didn't want to step down to her level, but the fans close by could hear everything. They would wonder why I didn't reply. The bell rang and we locked up. Michelle was stronger than she looked. She had me on my knees pushing in an Ultimate Warrior vs Hogan manor. After swapping a few punches and a German suplex, Layla jumped up on the ring mat. I took this as the sign and went after Layla and turned around to walk right into a stiff boot to the face. When I say stiff I mean she knocked me out cold. I've never been kicked that hard. After I left, I never imagined women's wrestling as being the same without me. Conceded I know, but Trish, Lisa and myself, we paved the way. But Michelle, she was talented and she could knock me out. When I woke up the ref was helping my up and out. I made it backstage to receive a pat on the back from management, "You sold that kick so well!" Yeah idiot I did. I had a bag of frozen peas on my face while I lay on a table somewhere far away from people. Then this small hand lands on my shoulder a small British voice pipped in, "Hey Amy, would you like to go to dinner with me?"