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"Change the Way," is by Whiteheart and is not mine.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask me first, thanks.
Chapter 6: Discoveries
"Sell my brain, break my heart.
Finally had enough, goodbye love-
I'm getting out."
Her home:
"That's it! Don't fix me up again Cora, not with anybody!"
"What? What's wrong? What happened?" she asked. Cora walked out of the kitchen, wiping her soapy hands on the now saturated dish towel.
Nora sunk down onto the couch and buried her head in her hands. Cora bit her lip and said quietly to herself, "I was hoping he had gotten over her by now."
Nora looked up at Cora, her eyes narrowing, "What? You knew Matt still loved Amy? Why didn't you say anything? It would have saved me from the painful awakening I received tonight." Tears shimmering in her eyes, Nora lunged up off the sofa and stomped toward the bedroom she shared with her sister, "Love sucks, and I have no desire to date, ever again!" Throwing herself down on the pink, frilly comforter, Nora said to herself honestly, tears streaming down her face, "I'll always be there for him though, even if all I mean to him is a friend."
His home:
"So, how'd it go?" Jeff asked eagerly as Matt closed the door behind him.
"Don't ask," Matt grumbled.
"What did you do?" Jeff asked, drumming his fingers on the countertop.
Matt's eyes widened in surprise, "Me?! Chris and Amy were there tonight and..."
"Matt!" Jeff exclaimed, rolling his eyes in exasperation, "you have to get over her."
"I have no choice to now, she is engaged to Chris," Matt answered caustically, his eyes flashing.
Jeff's mouth dropped in astonishment, "You're kidding me?"
Matt scowled at him, "I wish."
"Matt, you had to know that it was over between you two a long time ago," Jeff chided gently.
Matt sunk down on the couch and buried his face in his hands, "I know but-I was hoping, thinking, maybe some day..." he trailed off, as he searched his brother's face. "I know what you're thinking," Matt said, frowning darkly, "I would never do that, Amy has chosen Chris, just as he chose her. I won't stand in the way of that."
"That's big of you big brother," Jeff said clapping his hand on Matt's shoulder, "considering you speak of love so highly," Jeff replied dryly.
"Love, shmove. Love hurts," Matt stated bluntly, resting his chin in his hands.
"Well, I think you should give love another chance," Jeff said softly, "because I know someone who loves you very much."
Matt jerked his head up in surprise, turning Jeff's words over in his mind. Solemnly, Matt stared at Jeff's retreating back, unable to deal with the very real possibility that his baby brother was right.
Dusk-several days later, at the auditorium:
"Cora, what am I going to do? I have to face him tonight?!" Nora panicked.
"Face Matt-in a match?" Cora asked in astonishment.
"No, not in a match. I'm bound to see him at some point though, before or after his match," Nora stated pointedly.
"So, you guys are still friends, right?"
"Well, sure, but I that doesn't change how I feel about him," Nora hissed.
All of a sudden, an arm snaked around Nora's neck, wrapping her in a headlock.
"Don't worry about Matt, he'll come around," Jeff reassured her.
"He's right hon," Shane responded encouragingly, giving her a squeeze, "don't give up on him." Releasing Nora, Shane announced that he and Jeff had a match to go break up.
"Break a leg," Jeff encouraged with a smile.
"You better get that belt tonight babe," Shane threatened with a grin.
A short time later:
Nervously, Nora paced back and forth, her blonde curls bouncing against her back, as she got ready for her match with Jazz. Suddenly, *smack!* She paced right into something hard-and muscular.
"Hey, what's eating ya, are you okay?" She opened up her eyes in surprise and gasped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," Matt replied apologetically.
Unable to tear her eyes away from his concerned face, she nodded, "It's alright. I'm just anxious about fighting Jazz tonight."
"No sweat. You can beat her, hands down. She's tough, but so are you," Matt said reassuringly. Looking into her bluer than blue eyes, something stirred within his heart-*" 'Give love another chance, because I know someone who loves you very much.' "*
Quickly, Matt released her and tossed a rushed goodbye over his shoulder as he walked briskly down the hall in the opposite direction. Nora couldn't help but stare after him, her breath caught in her throat.
Standing in the ring, Nora thought to herself in disgust, *nerves of- putty!* as her stomach fluttered nervously. She blinked not once, but twice as the lights went down and a bright burst of light lit up the arena. Jazz made her way down the ramp, belt hoisted over her shoulder, the music blaring behind her.
"I'm gonna make mincemeat out of you!" she threatened, as she climbed into the ring. Swallowing hard, Nora bent her knees reflexively, arms outstretched defensively. She took a step back as Jazz threw her belt to one of the announcers outside the ring. Taking a deep breath, Nora ran at her, catching Jazz in an unprecedented headlock.
Delivering several punches to Jazz's face, which was starting to look slightly swollen, Nora launched herself off the ropes-and missed. That was her first mistake. Doing a footsweep, momentarily knocking Jazz out, Nora climbed the turnbuckle, but just as she got ready to do the Molly-go-round, she noticed Jazz start to awaken out of her stupor. Quickly, she jumped down off the ropes, and pinned her in the figure four leg lock, but Jazz refused to tap out. Frustrated, Nora climbed the ropes again, but what would have been Jazz's stomach, ended up being her knees that Nora slammed into. Wheezing painfully, Nora staggered to her feet, only to be hit with a roundhouse punch to the gut and a fist slam to the back. Sick to her stomach, Nora forced herself to take in a deep breath of air, then slammed her head into Jazz's chin. Stunned, Jazz staggered away, as Nora grabbed her by the hair. Slamming her into the mat, Nora went for the pin, but once again Jazz kicked out. Brutally, Jazz hauled her up and wrenched her arm behind her back, while with wrapped her other arm around Nora's neck in a choke hold. Breaking and reversing the hold, Nora twisted Jazz's arm behind her back, but Jazz delivered a nasty head butt to Nora. Almost instantly, Nora released Jazz's arm, and covered her painfully aching face with her hands. When she finally pulled them away, Nora gasped in horror as they were slick with blood. That was all Jazz needed. Pulling back, she swung her leg around, kicking Nora upside the head. Nearly blacking out at the impact, Nora felt herself go down as Jazz yanked her up for the win. *NO!* With her last bit of adrenaline, Nora yanked up her arm and grabbing a fistful of Jazz's hair, freed herself from underneath Jazz's body. Locking Jazz up, Nora felt the blood rush to her head, as she desperately tried to hold her back bend steady as an incensed Jazz thrashed about wildly. Nora heard the referee slam his hand down on the mat for the third and final time as her own body gave out-only to be met by a pair of strange hands...
"Change the Way," is by Whiteheart and is not mine.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask me first, thanks.
Chapter 6: Discoveries
"Sell my brain, break my heart.
Finally had enough, goodbye love-
I'm getting out."
Her home:
"That's it! Don't fix me up again Cora, not with anybody!"
"What? What's wrong? What happened?" she asked. Cora walked out of the kitchen, wiping her soapy hands on the now saturated dish towel.
Nora sunk down onto the couch and buried her head in her hands. Cora bit her lip and said quietly to herself, "I was hoping he had gotten over her by now."
Nora looked up at Cora, her eyes narrowing, "What? You knew Matt still loved Amy? Why didn't you say anything? It would have saved me from the painful awakening I received tonight." Tears shimmering in her eyes, Nora lunged up off the sofa and stomped toward the bedroom she shared with her sister, "Love sucks, and I have no desire to date, ever again!" Throwing herself down on the pink, frilly comforter, Nora said to herself honestly, tears streaming down her face, "I'll always be there for him though, even if all I mean to him is a friend."
His home:
"So, how'd it go?" Jeff asked eagerly as Matt closed the door behind him.
"Don't ask," Matt grumbled.
"What did you do?" Jeff asked, drumming his fingers on the countertop.
Matt's eyes widened in surprise, "Me?! Chris and Amy were there tonight and..."
"Matt!" Jeff exclaimed, rolling his eyes in exasperation, "you have to get over her."
"I have no choice to now, she is engaged to Chris," Matt answered caustically, his eyes flashing.
Jeff's mouth dropped in astonishment, "You're kidding me?"
Matt scowled at him, "I wish."
"Matt, you had to know that it was over between you two a long time ago," Jeff chided gently.
Matt sunk down on the couch and buried his face in his hands, "I know but-I was hoping, thinking, maybe some day..." he trailed off, as he searched his brother's face. "I know what you're thinking," Matt said, frowning darkly, "I would never do that, Amy has chosen Chris, just as he chose her. I won't stand in the way of that."
"That's big of you big brother," Jeff said clapping his hand on Matt's shoulder, "considering you speak of love so highly," Jeff replied dryly.
"Love, shmove. Love hurts," Matt stated bluntly, resting his chin in his hands.
"Well, I think you should give love another chance," Jeff said softly, "because I know someone who loves you very much."
Matt jerked his head up in surprise, turning Jeff's words over in his mind. Solemnly, Matt stared at Jeff's retreating back, unable to deal with the very real possibility that his baby brother was right.
Dusk-several days later, at the auditorium:
"Cora, what am I going to do? I have to face him tonight?!" Nora panicked.
"Face Matt-in a match?" Cora asked in astonishment.
"No, not in a match. I'm bound to see him at some point though, before or after his match," Nora stated pointedly.
"So, you guys are still friends, right?"
"Well, sure, but I that doesn't change how I feel about him," Nora hissed.
All of a sudden, an arm snaked around Nora's neck, wrapping her in a headlock.
"Don't worry about Matt, he'll come around," Jeff reassured her.
"He's right hon," Shane responded encouragingly, giving her a squeeze, "don't give up on him." Releasing Nora, Shane announced that he and Jeff had a match to go break up.
"Break a leg," Jeff encouraged with a smile.
"You better get that belt tonight babe," Shane threatened with a grin.
A short time later:
Nervously, Nora paced back and forth, her blonde curls bouncing against her back, as she got ready for her match with Jazz. Suddenly, *smack!* She paced right into something hard-and muscular.
"Hey, what's eating ya, are you okay?" She opened up her eyes in surprise and gasped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," Matt replied apologetically.
Unable to tear her eyes away from his concerned face, she nodded, "It's alright. I'm just anxious about fighting Jazz tonight."
"No sweat. You can beat her, hands down. She's tough, but so are you," Matt said reassuringly. Looking into her bluer than blue eyes, something stirred within his heart-*" 'Give love another chance, because I know someone who loves you very much.' "*
Quickly, Matt released her and tossed a rushed goodbye over his shoulder as he walked briskly down the hall in the opposite direction. Nora couldn't help but stare after him, her breath caught in her throat.
Standing in the ring, Nora thought to herself in disgust, *nerves of- putty!* as her stomach fluttered nervously. She blinked not once, but twice as the lights went down and a bright burst of light lit up the arena. Jazz made her way down the ramp, belt hoisted over her shoulder, the music blaring behind her.
"I'm gonna make mincemeat out of you!" she threatened, as she climbed into the ring. Swallowing hard, Nora bent her knees reflexively, arms outstretched defensively. She took a step back as Jazz threw her belt to one of the announcers outside the ring. Taking a deep breath, Nora ran at her, catching Jazz in an unprecedented headlock.
Delivering several punches to Jazz's face, which was starting to look slightly swollen, Nora launched herself off the ropes-and missed. That was her first mistake. Doing a footsweep, momentarily knocking Jazz out, Nora climbed the turnbuckle, but just as she got ready to do the Molly-go-round, she noticed Jazz start to awaken out of her stupor. Quickly, she jumped down off the ropes, and pinned her in the figure four leg lock, but Jazz refused to tap out. Frustrated, Nora climbed the ropes again, but what would have been Jazz's stomach, ended up being her knees that Nora slammed into. Wheezing painfully, Nora staggered to her feet, only to be hit with a roundhouse punch to the gut and a fist slam to the back. Sick to her stomach, Nora forced herself to take in a deep breath of air, then slammed her head into Jazz's chin. Stunned, Jazz staggered away, as Nora grabbed her by the hair. Slamming her into the mat, Nora went for the pin, but once again Jazz kicked out. Brutally, Jazz hauled her up and wrenched her arm behind her back, while with wrapped her other arm around Nora's neck in a choke hold. Breaking and reversing the hold, Nora twisted Jazz's arm behind her back, but Jazz delivered a nasty head butt to Nora. Almost instantly, Nora released Jazz's arm, and covered her painfully aching face with her hands. When she finally pulled them away, Nora gasped in horror as they were slick with blood. That was all Jazz needed. Pulling back, she swung her leg around, kicking Nora upside the head. Nearly blacking out at the impact, Nora felt herself go down as Jazz yanked her up for the win. *NO!* With her last bit of adrenaline, Nora yanked up her arm and grabbing a fistful of Jazz's hair, freed herself from underneath Jazz's body. Locking Jazz up, Nora felt the blood rush to her head, as she desperately tried to hold her back bend steady as an incensed Jazz thrashed about wildly. Nora heard the referee slam his hand down on the mat for the third and final time as her own body gave out-only to be met by a pair of strange hands...