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Chapter 3: Tremors
Impatiently, Amy looked at her watch, 11:00 o'clock. All the wrestlers were catching a red-eye flight to Idaho Falls, for Monday Night Raw. They should have already boarded the plane by now, but the plane had just landed a few minutes ago. It left O'Hare airport 45 minutes late due to fog. So, now they'd have to wait for at least a ½ hour until the plane was re-fueled and all their luggage put on board, not to mention, the pre-check flight. Amy sighed, pacing wasn't going to improve the situation any. She grabbed her duffel bag, slung it over her shoulder and plopped down onto the vinyl, padded seat beside Steve Austin.
"How ya feelin, darlin?" Austin drawled.
"Been better," she replied honestly.
"Oh, your ribs will be back to normal in no time," Steve reassured her.
Debra leaned across Austin and reached out to pat Amy's knee,
"He's right hon.." Debra stopped and scrutinized Amy's deeply troubled face and pain-filled eyes. Steve looked from his wife to Amy and back again.
"Uh, oh, I'm not sticking around for this one. I feel a conversation coming on, one that was created, no patented by women. Ladies, if you'll excuse me." Steve found an empty seat next to Steve Blackman. *Steve may tend to keep to himself, but it sure is a lot better than sitting between two women who are talking about girlie stuff.*
"Sugar," Debra said softly, "we need to talk."
Amy found herself opening up to Debra, telling her everything that had happened, from that fateful day in Cameron up to now. Debra reminded Amy of her mother. In a profession dominated by mostly men, it was nice to have a woman to talk to. By the time Amy got on the plane she was feeling a bit better. As she settled in her seat, she looked at her watch: 11:45 p.m. *Wow, I didn't even realize I had that much to say about Matt and I. She sighed. *I should talk to Matt.* Amy glanced over at Austin, Debra and Steve Blackman. She watched as Austin talked with Steve, or rather to him, Amy thought. Amy grinned slightly. *Austin was going to make a conversationalist out of Blackman yet.* She looked over at Stephanie, who was cuddled up against Paul, attempting to get some sleep. Amy's mind wandered. She couldn't help but wonder if Paul's shoulder was soft and slightly squishy- like a pillow, or hard like a rock. *Woah, too much time on my hands,* she thought shaking her head. For a brief moment, she let the image of Paul and Stephanie fade into her and Matt. She shook her head. It hurt too much. She happened to glance over at Matt and Jeff and did a doubletake. Trish was in the middle seat between them, using Matt' shoulder as a pillow! She noticed Matt looked awfully uncomfortable. *Good !* she thought. It hurt though, a lot. She also had a nagging doubt that maybe, just maybe he wasn't interested in Trish. *To many what ifs, I'm going to get some sleep.* As the engines rumbled to life, Amy was out like a light. She woke with a start as the plane touched down. The plane rolled to a stop and everyone stood up in their seats. Amy wearily made her way towards the front of the plane. Unexpectedly, she felt a hand gently close around her wrist.
"Amy, can we talk? I mean after we all get settled in at the hotel. Maybe over coffee or something."
She smiled, "I'd like that."
Just then a pair of hands slid around Matt's waist. Matt jumped in surprise.
"Trish," Matt said as he attempted to extricate himself from her grasp.
"Look, your holding up the line, keep going would ya," a grumpy voice said from somewhere behind them.
More and more Amy was beginning to believe that there really was nothing going on between Trish and Matt, but Trish's "little display of affection," was too much.
Amy's eyes narrowed, "Perhaps when your not so.. busy," Amy said icily. Open-mouthed, Matt stared after Amy's retreating form. Recovering his sense, Matt called after, "Amy, wait a second." Amy just kept on walking, ignoring him. Matt whirled on Trish, a disgusted look on his face. "Stay away from me Trish, I mean it!" Matt stormed down the ramp.
"I'd listen to him," Jeff said calmly as he casually walked past a shocked Trish on his way down the ramp.
At the hotel:
Amy picked up the phone and dialed her Aunt Carrie's number. Amy had originally planned on calling her Aunt after the match tonight, but now she needed to get her mind focused on something else.
"Reynolds residence."
"Hi, Aunt Carrie, It's Amy."
"Hey, Amy, so what brings you to Idaho?"
"We have a wrestling show to do tonight."
"Oh, that's right, I remember now, you mentioned Monday Night Raw in your last letter." Amy and her Aunt talked about upcoming events, friends, family, etc. "So," Aunt Carrie asked casually, "how are you and Matt doing?" Surprised, Amy was silent for a minute.
"Fine, everything's fine," Amy said abruptly.
"Okay, spill it kiddo, everything is not okay," Aunt Carrie said pointedly. Amy sighed, she could never hide her feelings from her Aunt. It was going to be a long phone call, however, Amy was surprised to find how good it felt to confide in her Aunt. It was like a giant weight was lifted off her shoulders. As she got off the phone with her Aunt, her first thought was, *Now if only I can face the guys.*
Later that night:
Amy was in the locker room, changing into her wrestling clothes. She ended up avoiding both Matt and Jeff for the rest of the day. She really was going to try to clear the air with Matt, and ease Jeff's concern about her. *Okay, I admit it,* she thought to herself, *I'm a coward.* To make matters worse they had a match against Edge, Christian and Trish in 10 minutes. She wanted to rip Trish's pretty, little fake eyelashes right off her face, then she wanted to wrap her arms around Matt's neck and.."
"Hey, it's showtime," Chris said softly.
Amy turned around to face him. "Wish us luck," Amy smiled weakly.
"Break a leg, as long as it's not yours," he cracked.
"Ha, ha," Amy threw over her shoulder as she headed towards the ring. The Hardy's music played as Amy and the Hardys did their trademark guns at the top of the ramp. Then they raced down to the ring and slid under the ropes. Edge and Christian slowly walked down the ramp, with Trish sandwiched between them. Amy pointed to Trish and mouthed, "Your mine!" Matt and Jeff looked at Amy uneasily. Jeff knew something was really bothering Amy and he had a feeling Trish was involved somehow. Jeff really wanted to talk to Amy about it more. Matt just wanted to talk to Amy, period. They both realized Amy had been intentionally hiding out from them most of the day.
A voice broke into their thoughts, "Guys, are you ready?" Amy asked.
"Uh, sure," they said simultaneously. Amy looked at them quizzically, and smiled softly.
"Uh, sure, whatever," she mimicked, with a roll of her eyes.
Momentarily forgetting what happened earlier, Amy slapped Matt on the back lightly, and joked, "Get out there and wrassle!" Matt clothes-lined Edge and grabbed him in a sleeper hold. Edge started to lose consciousness. Trish dashed out into the ring and put a major lip-lock on Matt.
Amy dashed into the ring and raced towards Trish. "You tramp!" Amy screamed, as she grabbed Trish by the hair and slammed her head into the turnbuckle. Dazed, Trish turned around to face Amy. Amy was ready for her. Wrapping her legs around Trish's neck, she flipped her over. Amy felt very satisfied doing the flying head scissors on Trish. She stood up, took a deep breath and smiled. That moment cost Amy though. Trish kneed her in the ribs.
"Come on Amy!" Matt yelled.
Trish grabbed Amy by the hair. "Now who has the upper hand," Trish sneered. Amy couldn't respond because of the searing pain in her ribs. Suddenly, the ring started to vibrate. Amy couldn't seem to stay on her feet and fell to her knees. There was this deafening roar that was much louder than the crowd.
"Get down," Matt yelled in her ear. He pulled her down flat onto the mat.
"When will the shaking stop!" she screamed to Matt.
"It'll all be over in a minute baby," Matt replied from above her. She could feel his arms resting lightly on her head. She squirmed to get out from underneath him. "Stay put Amy, you're safer where you're at." Reluctantly, she stopped squirming. Just as quickly as it had started, it suddenly stopped.
"Everyone okay?" Matt asked as he helped Amy up.
"Yeah," Trish said shakily as Edge helped her up. The 6 wrestlers looked around them to survey the damage. Plaster and dust had fallen all around them. Amy looked up to see a giant hole in the roof. It was in the shape of a perfect circle.
"That's not too bad," Amy said, pointing to the hole in the roof.
"That is though," Jeff said pointing straight ahead. Amy jumped down out of the ring.
"Where are you going!" Matt yelled.
"If the phones still work, I'm going to call 911!" she yelled back.
Jeff scanned the crowd for a second. The crowd was in a frenzy. Everyone was pushing and shoving, trying to make their way to the exit.
"Amy be careful," Jeff muttered.
Jeff's eyes flicked upwards to the second level. He studied it closely. One of the pillars that had been supporting it had collapsed. Part of the upper level was suspended in mid-air. "Guys, I have an idea," Jeff said as he slid out of the ring.
"I hope you know what your doing Jeff," Matt said as he followed him out of the ring.
Jeff started walking backwards, facing Matt. "They are halfway to the first floor. I think we'll be able to catch them, if we work as a team," Jeff said excitedly.
Edge(Adam) looked at Jeff nervously. "What if some of the people are extra large? That's going to hurt."
Jeff rolled his eyes, "Adam, get a grip. I don't think it will hurt any worse than some of the bumps that we take." Matt nodded in agreement, "Jeff's right Adam, we can pull this off."
Jeff smiled at his brother, "Thanks."
"No problem little bro."
Out of breath Amy rushed back to the group, "Okay, I was able to get through. The fire department and the E.M.T.'s should be here soon." Just then screams of terror came from behind them. The last support that was holding up that section of the upper level was cracking, and the balcony fell another foot.
"We don't have any time left. Let's go!" Jeff said urgently. Amy looked at Matt blankly. He quickly explained the plan as they raced towards the falling structure.
30 minutes later:
Trish was just helping the last person away from the structure when it completely collapsed to the ground in a loud crash. She screamed. Simultaneously, Jeff shoved her from behind to protect Trish and the young teen with her. When the dust subsided, Matt raced over to Jeff.
"Jeff are you okay?" Matt asked frantically.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just dirtier," he said with a grin. Afraid for his brother, Matt gave him a hug. A bit surprised, Jeff hugged him back. "I'm fine, really. Sometimes you worry to much," Jeff said lightly. They all ran toward the exit. As soon as they reached the exit door, Amy heard sirens.
"Now they get here," Amy said sarcastically. The E.M.T on the passenger side jumped out of the ambulance before it even came to a complete stop.
"Sorry we couldn't get here any sooner. There have been many injuries in Challis, so we have been called all over the place."
Amy's heart almost stopped. "What? My Aunt lives in Challis," she said numbly as she stared off into the distance.
If you would like to use my story or Aunt Carrie, please ask me first.
Chapter 3: Tremors
Impatiently, Amy looked at her watch, 11:00 o'clock. All the wrestlers were catching a red-eye flight to Idaho Falls, for Monday Night Raw. They should have already boarded the plane by now, but the plane had just landed a few minutes ago. It left O'Hare airport 45 minutes late due to fog. So, now they'd have to wait for at least a ½ hour until the plane was re-fueled and all their luggage put on board, not to mention, the pre-check flight. Amy sighed, pacing wasn't going to improve the situation any. She grabbed her duffel bag, slung it over her shoulder and plopped down onto the vinyl, padded seat beside Steve Austin.
"How ya feelin, darlin?" Austin drawled.
"Been better," she replied honestly.
"Oh, your ribs will be back to normal in no time," Steve reassured her.
Debra leaned across Austin and reached out to pat Amy's knee,
"He's right hon.." Debra stopped and scrutinized Amy's deeply troubled face and pain-filled eyes. Steve looked from his wife to Amy and back again.
"Uh, oh, I'm not sticking around for this one. I feel a conversation coming on, one that was created, no patented by women. Ladies, if you'll excuse me." Steve found an empty seat next to Steve Blackman. *Steve may tend to keep to himself, but it sure is a lot better than sitting between two women who are talking about girlie stuff.*
"Sugar," Debra said softly, "we need to talk."
Amy found herself opening up to Debra, telling her everything that had happened, from that fateful day in Cameron up to now. Debra reminded Amy of her mother. In a profession dominated by mostly men, it was nice to have a woman to talk to. By the time Amy got on the plane she was feeling a bit better. As she settled in her seat, she looked at her watch: 11:45 p.m. *Wow, I didn't even realize I had that much to say about Matt and I. She sighed. *I should talk to Matt.* Amy glanced over at Austin, Debra and Steve Blackman. She watched as Austin talked with Steve, or rather to him, Amy thought. Amy grinned slightly. *Austin was going to make a conversationalist out of Blackman yet.* She looked over at Stephanie, who was cuddled up against Paul, attempting to get some sleep. Amy's mind wandered. She couldn't help but wonder if Paul's shoulder was soft and slightly squishy- like a pillow, or hard like a rock. *Woah, too much time on my hands,* she thought shaking her head. For a brief moment, she let the image of Paul and Stephanie fade into her and Matt. She shook her head. It hurt too much. She happened to glance over at Matt and Jeff and did a doubletake. Trish was in the middle seat between them, using Matt' shoulder as a pillow! She noticed Matt looked awfully uncomfortable. *Good !* she thought. It hurt though, a lot. She also had a nagging doubt that maybe, just maybe he wasn't interested in Trish. *To many what ifs, I'm going to get some sleep.* As the engines rumbled to life, Amy was out like a light. She woke with a start as the plane touched down. The plane rolled to a stop and everyone stood up in their seats. Amy wearily made her way towards the front of the plane. Unexpectedly, she felt a hand gently close around her wrist.
"Amy, can we talk? I mean after we all get settled in at the hotel. Maybe over coffee or something."
She smiled, "I'd like that."
Just then a pair of hands slid around Matt's waist. Matt jumped in surprise.
"Trish," Matt said as he attempted to extricate himself from her grasp.
"Look, your holding up the line, keep going would ya," a grumpy voice said from somewhere behind them.
More and more Amy was beginning to believe that there really was nothing going on between Trish and Matt, but Trish's "little display of affection," was too much.
Amy's eyes narrowed, "Perhaps when your not so.. busy," Amy said icily. Open-mouthed, Matt stared after Amy's retreating form. Recovering his sense, Matt called after, "Amy, wait a second." Amy just kept on walking, ignoring him. Matt whirled on Trish, a disgusted look on his face. "Stay away from me Trish, I mean it!" Matt stormed down the ramp.
"I'd listen to him," Jeff said calmly as he casually walked past a shocked Trish on his way down the ramp.
At the hotel:
Amy picked up the phone and dialed her Aunt Carrie's number. Amy had originally planned on calling her Aunt after the match tonight, but now she needed to get her mind focused on something else.
"Reynolds residence."
"Hi, Aunt Carrie, It's Amy."
"Hey, Amy, so what brings you to Idaho?"
"We have a wrestling show to do tonight."
"Oh, that's right, I remember now, you mentioned Monday Night Raw in your last letter." Amy and her Aunt talked about upcoming events, friends, family, etc. "So," Aunt Carrie asked casually, "how are you and Matt doing?" Surprised, Amy was silent for a minute.
"Fine, everything's fine," Amy said abruptly.
"Okay, spill it kiddo, everything is not okay," Aunt Carrie said pointedly. Amy sighed, she could never hide her feelings from her Aunt. It was going to be a long phone call, however, Amy was surprised to find how good it felt to confide in her Aunt. It was like a giant weight was lifted off her shoulders. As she got off the phone with her Aunt, her first thought was, *Now if only I can face the guys.*
Later that night:
Amy was in the locker room, changing into her wrestling clothes. She ended up avoiding both Matt and Jeff for the rest of the day. She really was going to try to clear the air with Matt, and ease Jeff's concern about her. *Okay, I admit it,* she thought to herself, *I'm a coward.* To make matters worse they had a match against Edge, Christian and Trish in 10 minutes. She wanted to rip Trish's pretty, little fake eyelashes right off her face, then she wanted to wrap her arms around Matt's neck and.."
"Hey, it's showtime," Chris said softly.
Amy turned around to face him. "Wish us luck," Amy smiled weakly.
"Break a leg, as long as it's not yours," he cracked.
"Ha, ha," Amy threw over her shoulder as she headed towards the ring. The Hardy's music played as Amy and the Hardys did their trademark guns at the top of the ramp. Then they raced down to the ring and slid under the ropes. Edge and Christian slowly walked down the ramp, with Trish sandwiched between them. Amy pointed to Trish and mouthed, "Your mine!" Matt and Jeff looked at Amy uneasily. Jeff knew something was really bothering Amy and he had a feeling Trish was involved somehow. Jeff really wanted to talk to Amy about it more. Matt just wanted to talk to Amy, period. They both realized Amy had been intentionally hiding out from them most of the day.
A voice broke into their thoughts, "Guys, are you ready?" Amy asked.
"Uh, sure," they said simultaneously. Amy looked at them quizzically, and smiled softly.
"Uh, sure, whatever," she mimicked, with a roll of her eyes.
Momentarily forgetting what happened earlier, Amy slapped Matt on the back lightly, and joked, "Get out there and wrassle!" Matt clothes-lined Edge and grabbed him in a sleeper hold. Edge started to lose consciousness. Trish dashed out into the ring and put a major lip-lock on Matt.
Amy dashed into the ring and raced towards Trish. "You tramp!" Amy screamed, as she grabbed Trish by the hair and slammed her head into the turnbuckle. Dazed, Trish turned around to face Amy. Amy was ready for her. Wrapping her legs around Trish's neck, she flipped her over. Amy felt very satisfied doing the flying head scissors on Trish. She stood up, took a deep breath and smiled. That moment cost Amy though. Trish kneed her in the ribs.
"Come on Amy!" Matt yelled.
Trish grabbed Amy by the hair. "Now who has the upper hand," Trish sneered. Amy couldn't respond because of the searing pain in her ribs. Suddenly, the ring started to vibrate. Amy couldn't seem to stay on her feet and fell to her knees. There was this deafening roar that was much louder than the crowd.
"Get down," Matt yelled in her ear. He pulled her down flat onto the mat.
"When will the shaking stop!" she screamed to Matt.
"It'll all be over in a minute baby," Matt replied from above her. She could feel his arms resting lightly on her head. She squirmed to get out from underneath him. "Stay put Amy, you're safer where you're at." Reluctantly, she stopped squirming. Just as quickly as it had started, it suddenly stopped.
"Everyone okay?" Matt asked as he helped Amy up.
"Yeah," Trish said shakily as Edge helped her up. The 6 wrestlers looked around them to survey the damage. Plaster and dust had fallen all around them. Amy looked up to see a giant hole in the roof. It was in the shape of a perfect circle.
"That's not too bad," Amy said, pointing to the hole in the roof.
"That is though," Jeff said pointing straight ahead. Amy jumped down out of the ring.
"Where are you going!" Matt yelled.
"If the phones still work, I'm going to call 911!" she yelled back.
Jeff scanned the crowd for a second. The crowd was in a frenzy. Everyone was pushing and shoving, trying to make their way to the exit.
"Amy be careful," Jeff muttered.
Jeff's eyes flicked upwards to the second level. He studied it closely. One of the pillars that had been supporting it had collapsed. Part of the upper level was suspended in mid-air. "Guys, I have an idea," Jeff said as he slid out of the ring.
"I hope you know what your doing Jeff," Matt said as he followed him out of the ring.
Jeff started walking backwards, facing Matt. "They are halfway to the first floor. I think we'll be able to catch them, if we work as a team," Jeff said excitedly.
Edge(Adam) looked at Jeff nervously. "What if some of the people are extra large? That's going to hurt."
Jeff rolled his eyes, "Adam, get a grip. I don't think it will hurt any worse than some of the bumps that we take." Matt nodded in agreement, "Jeff's right Adam, we can pull this off."
Jeff smiled at his brother, "Thanks."
"No problem little bro."
Out of breath Amy rushed back to the group, "Okay, I was able to get through. The fire department and the E.M.T.'s should be here soon." Just then screams of terror came from behind them. The last support that was holding up that section of the upper level was cracking, and the balcony fell another foot.
"We don't have any time left. Let's go!" Jeff said urgently. Amy looked at Matt blankly. He quickly explained the plan as they raced towards the falling structure.
30 minutes later:
Trish was just helping the last person away from the structure when it completely collapsed to the ground in a loud crash. She screamed. Simultaneously, Jeff shoved her from behind to protect Trish and the young teen with her. When the dust subsided, Matt raced over to Jeff.
"Jeff are you okay?" Matt asked frantically.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just dirtier," he said with a grin. Afraid for his brother, Matt gave him a hug. A bit surprised, Jeff hugged him back. "I'm fine, really. Sometimes you worry to much," Jeff said lightly. They all ran toward the exit. As soon as they reached the exit door, Amy heard sirens.
"Now they get here," Amy said sarcastically. The E.M.T on the passenger side jumped out of the ambulance before it even came to a complete stop.
"Sorry we couldn't get here any sooner. There have been many injuries in Challis, so we have been called all over the place."
Amy's heart almost stopped. "What? My Aunt lives in Challis," she said numbly as she stared off into the distance.