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Disclaimer: I am negotiating with Eric Bishoff (groan) and Stephanie McMahon about owning Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy and Lita, but sadly nothing is official yet! * Pout * WHY! But one thing I DO own is the song Matt was hearing in his dream coz I WROTE IT!!! It doesn't exactly have a name, but if anyone has any ideas, if I use the name I will credit you!!!! Thanx much to Kassie who asked what the song was, you are a lifesaver, gurl! K, enough of my ranting, enjoy!!!! Oh and PLEASE don't be scared off!!!
The Imagi-Nation was quiet, maybe quieter than it had ever been before. Normally there was music, usually Pearl Jam, blaring through Jeff's home. Or the sound of chatter and laughing, echoing through the halls of the North Carolina house. But today there was nothing. Not a single sound.
Today marked the death of Jeff Hardy. Today the Jeff everyone knew and loved would be gone forever. Or so Jeff thought. Suddenly, slowly Jeff opened his eyes, but to his complete and utter shock found he was still in his house. "I.I'm.alive?" Jeff said to himself, almost disappointedly. Life just didn't seem worth it anymore. 'But if Fate decides that I have to live, I guess I have to" Jeff said.
He lie there and felt no pain at all. That's how he thought he was dead. Jeff didn't know whether to be thankful or not but decided he should do more than just lay there. He felt the pain slowly returning to his body, and he cursed himself for thinking it would leave so quickly. "I have to go to Raw though' he thought, as much as I don't want to"
He knew he would be questioned for his lateness and absence for the first half of the show. He hoped he didn't have to wrestle. He got up but began to feel dizzy. He slumped on the bed, heaving for breath. "Why me?" he murmured. He decided he had to try and be a bit more optimistic. "It could be worse?" Was all Jeff could think of and somehow he disagreed. He noticed that he was drenched in sweat and the bed was a soaked mixture of sweat and water.
He decided he was going to Raw. "I've already scared Matt to death by the sound of him, so if I don't go to Raw, I don't know what will happen" he grunted in pain, lifting himself from his resting place on the bed. He honestly didn't want to go, he felt so bad. He wanted to just collapse and forget everything, including the pain that plagued his being.
He noticed he hadn't gotten dressed. He grabbed his bags and hoped that Vince wouldn't be too mad at him, but if he was that was Jeff's problem. He quickly changed into his ring attire so he wouldn't have to change when he got to the arena. He was thankful that the WWE was in North Carolina, so Jeff could easily get home. He would go insane if he didn't but in most people's mind he was already insane, so that didn't matter.
He looked at his daughter resting in her crib. He smiled at her. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked no one. The baby was awake and smiled at Jeff. He gently kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes glittered as Jeff pulled away. "You are starting to grow on me, you know that?' he smiled, and you don't even have a name" He smiled warmly at her. He sighed. "Looks like your coming for a road trip, unless I can find someone to look after you, hmmm" He tried to think of someone who would be willing to look after her on short notice.
"AH-HA!' He yelled in success, dashing into the kitchen and grabbing the phone book. He dialed in the familiar number and waited. "Shane? It's Jeff. Oh, I'm all right. Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a (Jeff paused to look at the baby) little favor, but uh-big favor in itself. Uh, I was wondering if you could come over and look after my baby cousin. You'd do that for me? Oh, you rule man! I owe you SO big! Thank you! You'll be here in five, oh you rock! Bye!"
Jeff hung up the phone with a grin and turned to the baby "Now, Uncle Shane is going to come look after you, but don't you go saying anything about who your real daddy is, okay?" Due to the baby's lack of response, Jeff decided that was a "yes dad"
"K gorgeous, I've got to run. I'll be back later hopefully, love ya" he said kissing her on the head. He made his way towards the door and he felt the coldness stabbing at his stomach again. He leaned on the door, supporting himself, grabbing at his stomach and breathing hard. Sweat dripped from his body and he fell to his knees. Suddenly, the baby started crying and screaming. "Couldn't be." Jeff thought as he fought to make his way over to the crib. "It's okay' he soothed and picked up the baby, having to try hard to tear his arm away from his stomach, don't cry, daddy's OK"
The baby soon stopped as Jeff wiped her tears. As soon as she settled down, the doorbell ran and Shane Helms (aka The Hurricane) stood smiling at the door "Hey Jeffro!" he said happily. "Hey." Jeff said, but suddenly doubled over. The pain in his stomach was too much. "Are OK?" Shane asked, rushing to aid his childhood friend. "Yeah' Jeff wheezed, I'm OK, don't worry"
The baby looked as though she was once again going to ball her eyes out, and Jeff cradled her reassuringly. "So this is your cousin' Shane said then frowned, isn't she a bit young to be your cousin?" Jeff tried to think quickly. "She was adopted!" he said, praying Shane would believe him. "Funny that' Shane said suspiciously, looking first at the baby then at Jeff, she looks a lot like you"
"Is it that obvious where related?" Jeff thought to himself, as Shane continued to eye them. "Jeffro, stop looking so nervous!' Shane laughed; you'd think I was interrogating you! I didn't mean anything, but.are you okay?" He said worriedly.
Everyone seemed to worry about Jeff more and more these days. Jeff just noticed that sweat was still dripping down his face from the pain seconds earlier. "Yeah, yeah' Jeff shook it off, I'm okay." "Are you sure?' Shane prodded, you look like your in pain" "Surprising how much I get to hear that' Jeff muttered then answered, I'm okay, really."
Jeff handed Shane the infant. "Bye!" he said kissing his cousin on the head, and hugging Shane good bye, thanks Shane!!" He was surprised at how hard it was to hand his daughter over to Shane.
He limped towards his car, his bag seeming heavier than ever. He jumped into the front seat and turned on the ignition, hoping Vince wouldn't be too mad at him. He turned onto the highway, trying as hard as he could to ignore the pain, the freezing pain, that was beginning to surface once again.
He swallowed quickly and tried to fight the dizziness that suddenly began to rise. Blinking rapidly and fighting the urge to fall unconscious was hard enough without having to drive a car. He began to break out into a sweat and took a second to mop up his forehead with his free hand.
"I have to get there fast' Jeff thought as his head began to throb, why oh why did I bother trying to go to Raw?" He was too far to turn back now and he was almost there. "Just a bit further" he thought. He felt his head begin to pound in the form of a headache.
He moaned quietly to himself "Why is this happening to me?" he cried out. "I know I should pull over but I'm nearly there", he thought, as he started to find hit hard to breath. "At least the pain in the stomach's gone", Jeff thought. He groaned as a pang of pain sparked in his stomach "Too late"
The pain throbbed anew, hard as ever. He yelled out in pain, putting his foot on the pedal. "I have to get there!" He yelled. He tuned a sharp right off the highway; turning towards what he hoped was the arena.
As the pain reached what Jeff prayed was the climax, he scream as everything in him wanted him to ignore the road a grab his aching stomach. "Please, please end." Jeff whimpered, tears brimming his green eyes from the pain.
As though in answer, the throbbing pain lessened. Jeff sighed in relief, though still in quite a bit of pain was almost happy it had cut down a notch. He heaved for breath, trying to get back to a normal pace of breathing.
"Nothing could make this situation worse!" Jeff muttered quietly, even more quietly because of the intense pain he was in. The arena was just around the corner now; nothing could stop him reaching it.
He wasn't sure whether he saw it. He heard the sirens and saw the flashing blue and red lights. "COPS!" Jeff shouted angrily, pulling over to the side of the road, defeated. He opened his door, slamming it angrily and said through gritted as politely as he could through the pain and anger "Gentleman, what can I do you?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Amy watched the monitor as The Hardy Boyz music hit. She braided her long red hair, letting it go when she was finished then repeating the sequence again, as she watched he boyfriend walk confidently to the ring.
Braiding her hair when she was annoyed or nervous or anxious seemed to be a pet habit of hers now. She sighed and said to herself "Why couldn't he just let me accompany him to the ring? That would be enough for me!"
She wished so badly to escort her man to the ring, to cheer for him and encourage him, but deep down she knew she couldn't. "He's right, she sighed, I do have to look out for any calls from Jeff, but he knows how badly I love to accompany him to any title match, but I gotta think of Jeff and I think Matt would be way too worried if I where at ring side with my neck and all."
She took a minuet to fiddle with the neck brace that she hated so much. I was so uncomfortable and irritated her constantly, making her neck itch as it rubbed against her. She remembered when she went on the TV show Dark Angel; one of their stunt men had clumsily dropped her, almost fatally wrong in Amy's case.
"I don't know why I bothered going on that dumb show anyway!' she said, slightly annoyed, then I would be down there with Matt right now!"
Sure, Matt had said she had to stay up there because of Jeff, which was true, but she knew that Matt was scared she would get hurt more than she already was. "He's just too macho to admit it!" she laughed.
She still wished she were wrestling. "I'm not like the other girls' she thought, still watching the monitor intently as Matt stood on the turnbuckle in the ring, I don't like taking time of with an injury, while half of them just take longer time of than they need!"
Some of the other Divas made Amy so angry sometimes. They took their jobs for granted! They where paid to walk around the ring in revealing clothing and cheer on whomever they where at ringside with. Didn't the job description say wrestler, not eye candy?
There where people who had dedicated their whole lives to this sport, people who had given up prominent jobs as attorneys and lawyers, just to have a shot at their dream. People who had gone through everything, just so one day, maybe, just maybe they would get noticed and get a contract with WWE. And these women took DAYS OFF?
Amy shook with silent anger, plaiting her hair more forcefully now. Why was it that none of them could try just a little bit harder on their wrestling skills, instead of their skimpy figures. She took a deep breath to calm herself. They weren't all that bad. Some of the Divas did wrestle. She knew most of the Divas well enough to establish an opinion on them. Stacy Keibler always showed up at an arena smiling, and was always up for a conversation, especially gossip or anything to do with someone's love life. She had always been very nice to Amy and was one of her best friends.
Torrie Wilson wasn't that bad either. She was less talkative than Stacy by a long shot but she wasn't as air-headed as she looked. She was always willing to listen without criticizing, and was always quite cheerful. Molly Holly was always bright and perky, always wore a smile, almost too fake for Amy, but nonetheless she was kind.
Terri was one of the Divas Amy knew better, because Stacy and Torrie had only come recently. Terri was always willing to be a shoulder to cry on, and was always giving advice, sometimes even when it wasn't asked for, but she was nice and friendly towards new comers.
Jacqueline, Ivory, and Chyna knew better than any of the other Divas what being different was all about in a wrestling sense. All three of them where toughed-up tomboys, like Amy, who could wrestle, even with men. Before she was re-united with The Boyz she had traveled with them a lot on the road, and they had often trained and roomed together.
But there was one Diva she couldn't stand. Amy felt her blood boil. Trish Stratus. That no good, bimbo had tried once to steal Matt, but Matt wasn't the problem.
Matt was one hundred percent loyal to Amy, she knew that. But there was one other Trish would most definitely go after.
Jeff.
Trish knew, that with Jeff being so young, he would have fallen hard and fast for her wiles. "In more ways than one" Amy laughed. She should have known Jeff couldn't resist the big brown, soppy eyes, the sweet innocent voice and ever thing else that was just plain Trish.
Amy had remembered when Trish first brain -washed Jeff. She had seen him in the hallway, chatting with the witch herself. She wasn't fast enough to get to him, though, and watched as Trish walked away. She watched Jeff swoon, looking longingly down the hall. She knew she'd have to say something.
"Hi Jeffro" she said, ruffling his then turquoise hair. He had seemed as though in a dream. "Yes" he had answered in a very un-Jeff way, his voice a sickly sweet and almost distant.
Amy frowned at him. "I'm going to be sick" she thought, giving Jeff a dirty look. To her surprise, he had already looked back and cocked his head to the side as if in question, one of the many things Amy found simply adorable about Jeff.
"Why are you lookin' at me like that?"
"Um, nothing." Amy said, taking a stray strand of long red hair and twirling it in her fingers. She scolded herself for not being more assertive in the situation. She was older than him, after all, but the look he gave her seemed as thought he was searching for a reason.
"Who was that?" Amy asked casually, trying to ignore Jeff's gaze. He slowly let it go, and said, trying to hide the mellowness that kept sweeping over his voice "Trish. Why?"
"Trish? As in Trish Stratus?" She gasped as though in disbelief. "Hey, it's not that amazing, okay!" Jeff said, his tone sounding hurt. "Oh, Jeffers, I didn't mean it like that!" She cooed softly, realizing her choosing of words. The melodious sound seemed to settle him easily as he looked of back down the hall- way where Trish was getting some coffee.
"WITCH!" Amy thought, glaring at Trish. "Jeff." she said, spinning him around to face her. "Oh man, what have I done know?' Jeff asked, calmly, if it's about your curling iron, they feel off the table, I swear." "Not that!' she said, hang on, curling irons, JEFF! What did you DO to them!"
"I.I.I, um." Jeff stammered out. Amy burst into laughter. That was another thing she loved about Jeff, how anything he said could seem so very innocent, even when it was obvious he had done something wrong. Maybe that was why nobody could stay mad at Jeff long. He was too sweet, and he didn't even mean to be, that was just Jeff.
"What's so funny?" Jeff asked, clueless to Amy's motive. "Nothing, Jeffers' she said, once again tousling with his hair, you are just too cute!"
"Cute?" Jeff wondered allowed. "Oh, forget it!" She said with a smile. Now onto more important matters. "Jeff, do you, um, sort of . like Trish?" Amy asked, trying to hide the anxiety in her voice.
Jeff looked at her oddly. "Yeah, I think she's nice' he said, why?" "Play dumb' Jeff had thought to himself, she's up to something"
"No, no, not that way as in a.' Amy sighed as she used the little kid term she hoped he would understand, like, like way!" "Oh!' Jeff said, uh, yeah, I think she's hot"
Hot. Amy let the words sink in. "How hot?" she asked. "Why are you asking all this?" Jeff asked. "Damn, he's caught on' she thought, well, I didn't expect him to sit in the dark forever" "I just want to know." Amy said, trailing of distractedly, only hoping that would be enough to satisfy his questions.
Jeff's bright green eyes widened. No, Amy thought. "Oh NO! Your not gonna.TELL her, are you?' Amy breathed a huge sigh of relief as he said, please don't Amy! I would DIE of embarrassment!" She laughed and said, "With all the stuff YOU do, I'm shocked you haven't died of embarrassment already!"
"PUH-LEASE Amy!' Jeff whined, I wouldn't do that to you" "That's because you can't' Amy reminded him, I have a boyfriend and I wasn't planning on telling Trish anything.why would I waste my time talking to her anyway?"
She instantly regretted those words as Jeff shot up from his content position on the wall. "What do you have against Trish?" "Nothing!' Amy said, people just don't get along with everybody, OK?" "Okay' Jeff said, resting back against the wall once again, but I know your up to some thing."
"I am not!' Amy cried, trying her best to sound offended, cant I just ask your opinion in a girl?" "Well." Jeff pondered this for a second. "Exactly!' Amy concluded for him, it's only cause I care about you" "Alright" Jeff said hugging her, I believe you, Aimes, I know you do everything for a reason."
"K, I gotta do some training and stuff so I'll catch ya later" she said, heading out the door. Walking down the hallway, she only hoped Jeff had no serious attraction to Trish; she knew that could only lead to one place.
Trouble.
Hey again! I hope my story isn't too boring! I had to end it there coz Amy's trial of thoughts where WAYY too long! Am I the ONLY one that want Jeff Hardy to get to WrestleMania? I mean, what is WrestleMania without ALL of Team Extreme? I miss Lita!!!! My role model NEEDS TO RETURN! Please R&R and by the way, look out for a fic my * mysterious * friend will be posting shortly on MY ACCOUNT! I am so proud! Seriously! She is my best friend so when her story comes up, I'll warn you all and I ask you really nicely to READ AND REVIEW IT! It would mean soooo sooo much to me!!
K, Cya people!!
From Lisola (one of my many nicknames!)
Disclaimer: I am negotiating with Eric Bishoff (groan) and Stephanie McMahon about owning Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy and Lita, but sadly nothing is official yet! * Pout * WHY! But one thing I DO own is the song Matt was hearing in his dream coz I WROTE IT!!! It doesn't exactly have a name, but if anyone has any ideas, if I use the name I will credit you!!!! Thanx much to Kassie who asked what the song was, you are a lifesaver, gurl! K, enough of my ranting, enjoy!!!! Oh and PLEASE don't be scared off!!!
The Imagi-Nation was quiet, maybe quieter than it had ever been before. Normally there was music, usually Pearl Jam, blaring through Jeff's home. Or the sound of chatter and laughing, echoing through the halls of the North Carolina house. But today there was nothing. Not a single sound.
Today marked the death of Jeff Hardy. Today the Jeff everyone knew and loved would be gone forever. Or so Jeff thought. Suddenly, slowly Jeff opened his eyes, but to his complete and utter shock found he was still in his house. "I.I'm.alive?" Jeff said to himself, almost disappointedly. Life just didn't seem worth it anymore. 'But if Fate decides that I have to live, I guess I have to" Jeff said.
He lie there and felt no pain at all. That's how he thought he was dead. Jeff didn't know whether to be thankful or not but decided he should do more than just lay there. He felt the pain slowly returning to his body, and he cursed himself for thinking it would leave so quickly. "I have to go to Raw though' he thought, as much as I don't want to"
He knew he would be questioned for his lateness and absence for the first half of the show. He hoped he didn't have to wrestle. He got up but began to feel dizzy. He slumped on the bed, heaving for breath. "Why me?" he murmured. He decided he had to try and be a bit more optimistic. "It could be worse?" Was all Jeff could think of and somehow he disagreed. He noticed that he was drenched in sweat and the bed was a soaked mixture of sweat and water.
He decided he was going to Raw. "I've already scared Matt to death by the sound of him, so if I don't go to Raw, I don't know what will happen" he grunted in pain, lifting himself from his resting place on the bed. He honestly didn't want to go, he felt so bad. He wanted to just collapse and forget everything, including the pain that plagued his being.
He noticed he hadn't gotten dressed. He grabbed his bags and hoped that Vince wouldn't be too mad at him, but if he was that was Jeff's problem. He quickly changed into his ring attire so he wouldn't have to change when he got to the arena. He was thankful that the WWE was in North Carolina, so Jeff could easily get home. He would go insane if he didn't but in most people's mind he was already insane, so that didn't matter.
He looked at his daughter resting in her crib. He smiled at her. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked no one. The baby was awake and smiled at Jeff. He gently kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes glittered as Jeff pulled away. "You are starting to grow on me, you know that?' he smiled, and you don't even have a name" He smiled warmly at her. He sighed. "Looks like your coming for a road trip, unless I can find someone to look after you, hmmm" He tried to think of someone who would be willing to look after her on short notice.
"AH-HA!' He yelled in success, dashing into the kitchen and grabbing the phone book. He dialed in the familiar number and waited. "Shane? It's Jeff. Oh, I'm all right. Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a (Jeff paused to look at the baby) little favor, but uh-big favor in itself. Uh, I was wondering if you could come over and look after my baby cousin. You'd do that for me? Oh, you rule man! I owe you SO big! Thank you! You'll be here in five, oh you rock! Bye!"
Jeff hung up the phone with a grin and turned to the baby "Now, Uncle Shane is going to come look after you, but don't you go saying anything about who your real daddy is, okay?" Due to the baby's lack of response, Jeff decided that was a "yes dad"
"K gorgeous, I've got to run. I'll be back later hopefully, love ya" he said kissing her on the head. He made his way towards the door and he felt the coldness stabbing at his stomach again. He leaned on the door, supporting himself, grabbing at his stomach and breathing hard. Sweat dripped from his body and he fell to his knees. Suddenly, the baby started crying and screaming. "Couldn't be." Jeff thought as he fought to make his way over to the crib. "It's okay' he soothed and picked up the baby, having to try hard to tear his arm away from his stomach, don't cry, daddy's OK"
The baby soon stopped as Jeff wiped her tears. As soon as she settled down, the doorbell ran and Shane Helms (aka The Hurricane) stood smiling at the door "Hey Jeffro!" he said happily. "Hey." Jeff said, but suddenly doubled over. The pain in his stomach was too much. "Are OK?" Shane asked, rushing to aid his childhood friend. "Yeah' Jeff wheezed, I'm OK, don't worry"
The baby looked as though she was once again going to ball her eyes out, and Jeff cradled her reassuringly. "So this is your cousin' Shane said then frowned, isn't she a bit young to be your cousin?" Jeff tried to think quickly. "She was adopted!" he said, praying Shane would believe him. "Funny that' Shane said suspiciously, looking first at the baby then at Jeff, she looks a lot like you"
"Is it that obvious where related?" Jeff thought to himself, as Shane continued to eye them. "Jeffro, stop looking so nervous!' Shane laughed; you'd think I was interrogating you! I didn't mean anything, but.are you okay?" He said worriedly.
Everyone seemed to worry about Jeff more and more these days. Jeff just noticed that sweat was still dripping down his face from the pain seconds earlier. "Yeah, yeah' Jeff shook it off, I'm okay." "Are you sure?' Shane prodded, you look like your in pain" "Surprising how much I get to hear that' Jeff muttered then answered, I'm okay, really."
Jeff handed Shane the infant. "Bye!" he said kissing his cousin on the head, and hugging Shane good bye, thanks Shane!!" He was surprised at how hard it was to hand his daughter over to Shane.
He limped towards his car, his bag seeming heavier than ever. He jumped into the front seat and turned on the ignition, hoping Vince wouldn't be too mad at him. He turned onto the highway, trying as hard as he could to ignore the pain, the freezing pain, that was beginning to surface once again.
He swallowed quickly and tried to fight the dizziness that suddenly began to rise. Blinking rapidly and fighting the urge to fall unconscious was hard enough without having to drive a car. He began to break out into a sweat and took a second to mop up his forehead with his free hand.
"I have to get there fast' Jeff thought as his head began to throb, why oh why did I bother trying to go to Raw?" He was too far to turn back now and he was almost there. "Just a bit further" he thought. He felt his head begin to pound in the form of a headache.
He moaned quietly to himself "Why is this happening to me?" he cried out. "I know I should pull over but I'm nearly there", he thought, as he started to find hit hard to breath. "At least the pain in the stomach's gone", Jeff thought. He groaned as a pang of pain sparked in his stomach "Too late"
The pain throbbed anew, hard as ever. He yelled out in pain, putting his foot on the pedal. "I have to get there!" He yelled. He tuned a sharp right off the highway; turning towards what he hoped was the arena.
As the pain reached what Jeff prayed was the climax, he scream as everything in him wanted him to ignore the road a grab his aching stomach. "Please, please end." Jeff whimpered, tears brimming his green eyes from the pain.
As though in answer, the throbbing pain lessened. Jeff sighed in relief, though still in quite a bit of pain was almost happy it had cut down a notch. He heaved for breath, trying to get back to a normal pace of breathing.
"Nothing could make this situation worse!" Jeff muttered quietly, even more quietly because of the intense pain he was in. The arena was just around the corner now; nothing could stop him reaching it.
He wasn't sure whether he saw it. He heard the sirens and saw the flashing blue and red lights. "COPS!" Jeff shouted angrily, pulling over to the side of the road, defeated. He opened his door, slamming it angrily and said through gritted as politely as he could through the pain and anger "Gentleman, what can I do you?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Amy watched the monitor as The Hardy Boyz music hit. She braided her long red hair, letting it go when she was finished then repeating the sequence again, as she watched he boyfriend walk confidently to the ring.
Braiding her hair when she was annoyed or nervous or anxious seemed to be a pet habit of hers now. She sighed and said to herself "Why couldn't he just let me accompany him to the ring? That would be enough for me!"
She wished so badly to escort her man to the ring, to cheer for him and encourage him, but deep down she knew she couldn't. "He's right, she sighed, I do have to look out for any calls from Jeff, but he knows how badly I love to accompany him to any title match, but I gotta think of Jeff and I think Matt would be way too worried if I where at ring side with my neck and all."
She took a minuet to fiddle with the neck brace that she hated so much. I was so uncomfortable and irritated her constantly, making her neck itch as it rubbed against her. She remembered when she went on the TV show Dark Angel; one of their stunt men had clumsily dropped her, almost fatally wrong in Amy's case.
"I don't know why I bothered going on that dumb show anyway!' she said, slightly annoyed, then I would be down there with Matt right now!"
Sure, Matt had said she had to stay up there because of Jeff, which was true, but she knew that Matt was scared she would get hurt more than she already was. "He's just too macho to admit it!" she laughed.
She still wished she were wrestling. "I'm not like the other girls' she thought, still watching the monitor intently as Matt stood on the turnbuckle in the ring, I don't like taking time of with an injury, while half of them just take longer time of than they need!"
Some of the other Divas made Amy so angry sometimes. They took their jobs for granted! They where paid to walk around the ring in revealing clothing and cheer on whomever they where at ringside with. Didn't the job description say wrestler, not eye candy?
There where people who had dedicated their whole lives to this sport, people who had given up prominent jobs as attorneys and lawyers, just to have a shot at their dream. People who had gone through everything, just so one day, maybe, just maybe they would get noticed and get a contract with WWE. And these women took DAYS OFF?
Amy shook with silent anger, plaiting her hair more forcefully now. Why was it that none of them could try just a little bit harder on their wrestling skills, instead of their skimpy figures. She took a deep breath to calm herself. They weren't all that bad. Some of the Divas did wrestle. She knew most of the Divas well enough to establish an opinion on them. Stacy Keibler always showed up at an arena smiling, and was always up for a conversation, especially gossip or anything to do with someone's love life. She had always been very nice to Amy and was one of her best friends.
Torrie Wilson wasn't that bad either. She was less talkative than Stacy by a long shot but she wasn't as air-headed as she looked. She was always willing to listen without criticizing, and was always quite cheerful. Molly Holly was always bright and perky, always wore a smile, almost too fake for Amy, but nonetheless she was kind.
Terri was one of the Divas Amy knew better, because Stacy and Torrie had only come recently. Terri was always willing to be a shoulder to cry on, and was always giving advice, sometimes even when it wasn't asked for, but she was nice and friendly towards new comers.
Jacqueline, Ivory, and Chyna knew better than any of the other Divas what being different was all about in a wrestling sense. All three of them where toughed-up tomboys, like Amy, who could wrestle, even with men. Before she was re-united with The Boyz she had traveled with them a lot on the road, and they had often trained and roomed together.
But there was one Diva she couldn't stand. Amy felt her blood boil. Trish Stratus. That no good, bimbo had tried once to steal Matt, but Matt wasn't the problem.
Matt was one hundred percent loyal to Amy, she knew that. But there was one other Trish would most definitely go after.
Jeff.
Trish knew, that with Jeff being so young, he would have fallen hard and fast for her wiles. "In more ways than one" Amy laughed. She should have known Jeff couldn't resist the big brown, soppy eyes, the sweet innocent voice and ever thing else that was just plain Trish.
Amy had remembered when Trish first brain -washed Jeff. She had seen him in the hallway, chatting with the witch herself. She wasn't fast enough to get to him, though, and watched as Trish walked away. She watched Jeff swoon, looking longingly down the hall. She knew she'd have to say something.
"Hi Jeffro" she said, ruffling his then turquoise hair. He had seemed as though in a dream. "Yes" he had answered in a very un-Jeff way, his voice a sickly sweet and almost distant.
Amy frowned at him. "I'm going to be sick" she thought, giving Jeff a dirty look. To her surprise, he had already looked back and cocked his head to the side as if in question, one of the many things Amy found simply adorable about Jeff.
"Why are you lookin' at me like that?"
"Um, nothing." Amy said, taking a stray strand of long red hair and twirling it in her fingers. She scolded herself for not being more assertive in the situation. She was older than him, after all, but the look he gave her seemed as thought he was searching for a reason.
"Who was that?" Amy asked casually, trying to ignore Jeff's gaze. He slowly let it go, and said, trying to hide the mellowness that kept sweeping over his voice "Trish. Why?"
"Trish? As in Trish Stratus?" She gasped as though in disbelief. "Hey, it's not that amazing, okay!" Jeff said, his tone sounding hurt. "Oh, Jeffers, I didn't mean it like that!" She cooed softly, realizing her choosing of words. The melodious sound seemed to settle him easily as he looked of back down the hall- way where Trish was getting some coffee.
"WITCH!" Amy thought, glaring at Trish. "Jeff." she said, spinning him around to face her. "Oh man, what have I done know?' Jeff asked, calmly, if it's about your curling iron, they feel off the table, I swear." "Not that!' she said, hang on, curling irons, JEFF! What did you DO to them!"
"I.I.I, um." Jeff stammered out. Amy burst into laughter. That was another thing she loved about Jeff, how anything he said could seem so very innocent, even when it was obvious he had done something wrong. Maybe that was why nobody could stay mad at Jeff long. He was too sweet, and he didn't even mean to be, that was just Jeff.
"What's so funny?" Jeff asked, clueless to Amy's motive. "Nothing, Jeffers' she said, once again tousling with his hair, you are just too cute!"
"Cute?" Jeff wondered allowed. "Oh, forget it!" She said with a smile. Now onto more important matters. "Jeff, do you, um, sort of . like Trish?" Amy asked, trying to hide the anxiety in her voice.
Jeff looked at her oddly. "Yeah, I think she's nice' he said, why?" "Play dumb' Jeff had thought to himself, she's up to something"
"No, no, not that way as in a.' Amy sighed as she used the little kid term she hoped he would understand, like, like way!" "Oh!' Jeff said, uh, yeah, I think she's hot"
Hot. Amy let the words sink in. "How hot?" she asked. "Why are you asking all this?" Jeff asked. "Damn, he's caught on' she thought, well, I didn't expect him to sit in the dark forever" "I just want to know." Amy said, trailing of distractedly, only hoping that would be enough to satisfy his questions.
Jeff's bright green eyes widened. No, Amy thought. "Oh NO! Your not gonna.TELL her, are you?' Amy breathed a huge sigh of relief as he said, please don't Amy! I would DIE of embarrassment!" She laughed and said, "With all the stuff YOU do, I'm shocked you haven't died of embarrassment already!"
"PUH-LEASE Amy!' Jeff whined, I wouldn't do that to you" "That's because you can't' Amy reminded him, I have a boyfriend and I wasn't planning on telling Trish anything.why would I waste my time talking to her anyway?"
She instantly regretted those words as Jeff shot up from his content position on the wall. "What do you have against Trish?" "Nothing!' Amy said, people just don't get along with everybody, OK?" "Okay' Jeff said, resting back against the wall once again, but I know your up to some thing."
"I am not!' Amy cried, trying her best to sound offended, cant I just ask your opinion in a girl?" "Well." Jeff pondered this for a second. "Exactly!' Amy concluded for him, it's only cause I care about you" "Alright" Jeff said hugging her, I believe you, Aimes, I know you do everything for a reason."
"K, I gotta do some training and stuff so I'll catch ya later" she said, heading out the door. Walking down the hallway, she only hoped Jeff had no serious attraction to Trish; she knew that could only lead to one place.
Trouble.
Hey again! I hope my story isn't too boring! I had to end it there coz Amy's trial of thoughts where WAYY too long! Am I the ONLY one that want Jeff Hardy to get to WrestleMania? I mean, what is WrestleMania without ALL of Team Extreme? I miss Lita!!!! My role model NEEDS TO RETURN! Please R&R and by the way, look out for a fic my * mysterious * friend will be posting shortly on MY ACCOUNT! I am so proud! Seriously! She is my best friend so when her story comes up, I'll warn you all and I ask you really nicely to READ AND REVIEW IT! It would mean soooo sooo much to me!!
K, Cya people!!
From Lisola (one of my many nicknames!)