All of the people in this story are owned by Vince McMahon and the WWF, except for Melanie, Uncle Wes, Michael and Monica and Jamie.
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Chapter 9: Scared Straight
The security guard walked towards a group of wrestlers having a casual conversation. The young woman was twirling a lock of glossy, brown hair around her finger, like a shy school girl and the fellow was grinning from ear-to-ear, even though he was missing a tooth!
"Excuse me, have you seen Amy Dumas?"
Turning to him, Benoit frowned, "Why, what do you want?" Benoit asked gruffly.
"Chris," Melanie reprimanded him softly, lightly putting her hand on his arm. The security guard scowled underneath the hat pulled low over his eyes. He wasn't counting on resistance.
"I, uh, have some fan mail for Amy," he lied.
Chris's face broke into a broad grin, "Why sure, she's in the exercise room, last door on the left."
"Chris, but Amy's not in there," Melanie said, looking up at Chris questioningly.
"And that's not a security guard either, they never receive fan mail from fans, the fan mail always goes straight to our P.O. Boxes. He was lying! Come on!" Grabbing Melanie's hand, Chris practically dragged her behind him as they took off.
Meanwhile, the security guard walked into the exercise room and saw a lone figure, her hair tucked into a cap that looked somewhat like a beret. She was lifting weights in a corner.
"Ah, now I've got you," he muttered. He reached out and clamped a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around, the cap falling off her head, exposing her dark, tousled curls as they fell to her shoulders. Instinctively, the security guard ducked as the young woman narrowly missed decking him with her weights as she whirled around. As he did so, his own security guard hat fell off, revealing a lock of red hair that constantly fell over his eye.
"Jamie!" Monica gasped, dropping her weights.
"Long time, no see," he said coolly.
"The less I see of you, the better," Monica said through gritted teeth.
"Aw, is that a way to treat an old friend?" he asked sweetly. With split second timing, Jamie closed the distance between them and yanked her by the hair, forcing her head back. "Tell me where Amy is?" he demanded threateningly.
"Sure- in your dreams," Monica spat forcefully, delivering a head butt to him. He staggered back in surprise.
"I taught you well," he said, an arrogant smile on his face.
"If that's what you want to think," Monica said with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh, I don't think, I know," he said evenly. Before Monica could react, Jamie viciously back handed her, following through with a foot sweep, knocking Monica off her feet. Getting her legs and arms straight, she put her weight on them, using her body as momentum to spring herself forward. Monica wiped the blood off her lip, and spinning her left leg around, delivered a roundhouse kick to his face. He flipped himself forward using the same spring momentum she had used just a second ago.
"I underestimated you," Jamie said gravely.
Breathing heavily, Monica retorted, "Darn straight!"
Without warning, he hit her hard near the kidneys, with a roundhouse punch. Monica doubled over in pain. She popped up suddenly, bringing up her right leg in a wide arc, connecting with his head. He staggered back. Monica wasn't about to give him the chance to recover, with a powerful kick, she plowed her left leg into his solar plexus(stomach), knocking him to the ground.
"Nice side kick," he said, breathing heavily. "I'm letting you off the hook this time, but next time you won't be so lucky," Jamie said menacingly. He staggered to his feet and ran off towards the arena. Erin had been walking to the exercise room just in time to hear the last few snatches of conversation between Monica and Jamie. He dashed into the room.
"Who was that guy?" Erin asked, jerking his thumb in the direction Jamie had run off to. "Do you two know each other?" he asked, a mixture of disbelief and perplexity showing on his face.
Monica's face paled considerably, "A long time ago, it's a long story." He knew their was much more to the situation than she was telling, but now was not the time to push, he realized, as he looked critically at her pale face and bleeding, split lip.
Seeing the look of worry on his face, she sighed, "I'm okay."
"Yeah, sure you are," he said as he gently steered her into the bathroom. He noticed she was cradling her ribs. "Your ribs okay? Maybe you should have them looked at," Erin suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah, they're good," Monica replied, taking her hand away from her ribs. *Golly, she sure is stubborn,* he thought with a shake of his head. He pulled a plain, white handkerchief out of his pocket and turned the faucet on.
"Hold still," Erin said. Gently, he grasped her chin and turned her face towards him. She sucked in a gasp of surprise as Erin tenderly started to wipe the blood off her lip. Monica stood stock still, almost afraid to breath, as there was nothing left to do but stare into his blue eyes. A second later, Erin released her chin. She frowned, disappointed, his touch didn't even linger. He started to leave the exercise room but stopped and turned around. "Look, do you want me to call the police, I mean that guy just beat you up."
"No, that's okay, everything is under control," she said with a small smile.
"Alright, but only if you're sure," he said with a frown. As he left the room, he thought to himself with a smile, *Why do I get the feeling she wouldn't need my help in kicking his butt, since she seemed to do a good job of doing it herself.* He felt the anger burn inside of him though, at the thought of anything bad happening to Monica.
Monica saw Jeff and Melanie, along with Chris Benoit pass by her in the hall.
"Guys," Monica said urgently, "Jamie is here."
"We know, Jeff said," letting out a deep breath as he ran a hand through his rainbow colored hair, "Chris and Melanie told us." "Looks like he got to you too, huh?" Jeff asked, studying her bruised face critically.
"I'll be okay," Monica said, shrugging it off, "Erin helped me out." Chris, Melanie and Jeff exchanged a smile amongst themselves. Not catching the smile exchanged between the three, Monica continued, "He has red hair, a shock of it always hangs over his eyes. He's dressed in a security guard outfit, or at least he was, he's had time to change clothes," she said thoughtfully.
Just then Jeff and Melanie heard their names announced over the loud speaker by Lillian.
"Gotta go," Jeff said.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay out of this match?" Chris asked Melanie. She nodded, "I'm sure. I'll be okay out there. I feel safe whether I'm with you or Jeff," Melanie said reassuringly, slipping her hand into his for just a brief moment. Chris released her hand, knowing her and Jeff had to get out to the ring.
"Be careful," Chris said softly to Melanie.
"Will do," Melanie said with an encouraging smile.
Jeff flipped into the ring, while Melanie stayed outside the ring, in Jeff's corner. She learned her lesson from last time, no more hanging outside on the ring apron. Just then the auditorium went dark and Y2J's music started. Just as the fireworks exploded, Jeff heard a scream, Melanie's! The lights came back on and Jeff caught a glimpse of red hair as Melanie was hoisted over Jamie's shoulder! Jeff clenched his fists in anger, *If he hurts Melanie or the baby, I'll kill him!* Jeff raced off after the figure of the fleeing stalker. The audience let out a gasp as they watched all this unfold. Chris Jericho took off after Jeff, wondering where he was going, until he saw some red haired guy carrying Melanie over his shoulder. *Uh oh,* Chris thought, *this is not part of the show.*
Chris cupped his hands around his mouth, "I'm going for help Jeff!" he screamed through the roar of the crowd.
"Let Amy and Matt know what's going on and call the police!" Jeff stopped and yelled to Chris. Chris turned to race back towards the entrance ramp. "Chris!" Chris whirled back around to face Jeff. "Make sure Amy stays out of this!" Jeff yelled back.
Chris shrugged, "I'll do what I can!"
"Not good enough," Jeff muttered as he chased Jamie to a back door marked "Maintenance, Employees Only", in big red letters. Jamie easily let Melanie down off his shoulder.
"I'm not enough of a jerk to hurt a pregnant woman," Jamie said calmly. Jeff skidded to a stop when he saw Melanie sitting in a heap next to the Maintenance, Employees Only door. Jeff knelt down beside Melanie and gently touched her cheek.
"Are you okay Mel? He didn't hurt you did he?"
She shook her head no, in bewilderment, " 'He said he wasn't enough of jerk to hurt a pregnant woman.' "
"Well, it's nice to know he has some standards," Jeff said sarcastically. "Stay here," Jeff commanded.
Melanie grabbed his arm, "Jeff, he's headed up to the catwalk, you can't go up there!"
Jeff shrugged, "I have to, he's not getting away this time! Chris called the police, so don't worry, I'll be okay!" Jeff flung over his shoulder as he closed the Employees Only door behind him.
Meanwhile, back inside the locker room:
"What! Jeff went after Jamie himself, that's insane!" Amy cried, grabbing a hold of Chris's shoulders. "I'm going after him, who knows what Jamie is capable of. Jeff could get hurt."
"Whoa Amy, you can't go out there, Matt and Jeff will kill me," Chris groaned.
"Tough, tell Matt where I am," Amy said, a look of determination on her face, as she disappeared behind the curtain leading to the ring. Just then, Matt and Chris Benoit raced up to Chris Jericho.
"Where's Amy?" Matt asked tensely.
"She just went after Jeff- who is up on the catwalk with Jamie," Chris responded reluctantly. "I've already called"...
Matt cut him off, "What! I told her to stay put, when is she ever going to listen to me!" Matt said angrily as he pushed the curtain aside.
"How about never," Chris quipped.
Matt narrowed his eyes as he spotted Amy among the throng of people and took off after her.
"Where is Melanie?" Chris Benoit demanded.
"She's okay," Chris assured him. Jeff wanted me to call the police first , so I"...
"Take me to her," Chris Benoit demanded roughly.
Amy made her way up the winding staircase until she reached the catwalk. Amy let out of gasp of fear as she saw Jamie pull a knife out of his jacket and brandish it wildly in front of Jeff's face. Amy would have screamed, but fearing it might cause Jeff to get hurt, kept her mouth shut. As Amy raced across the catwalk, it swayed wildly beneath her. She didn't dare look down.
"Jamie leave him alone, it's me you want!" Amy yelled. Amy slowly stepped closer. Amy glanced quickly at Jeff, who was looking at her like she was crazy.
"Darn right, you're the one I want!" Jamie exclaimed.
"Well, you're not getting her!" a voice from behind Amy growled. Matt pushed Amy out of the way and into Jeff, making the catwalk sway wildly. Matt charged at Jamie, but Jamie was ready for him. Jamie wrapped both arms around Matt's waist and tossed him over the edge.
"Matt!" Amy screamed, clapping both hands to her mouth. The audience screamed in horror. They had been watching for several minutes now, thanks to a cameraman in the electrical booth turning on one of the cameras in the rafters. The audience thought this was all part of the show-until now. Amy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Matt had landed on one of the gigantic speakers that was suspended high above the stage. Matt hung on for dear life, he had never been afraid of heights until now. Jamie turned away from Matt and focused his attention on Amy.
"Amy dear, do you have any idea what you have done to me, I'm scarred for life because of you!" Jamie screamed at her. He pulled off his ski mask. "Look, look at what you've done to me!" Amy bit her lip in horror and Jeff couldn't help but stare at him in shock. The whole left side of his face was pale and shriveled up due to second degree burns. Jamie lifted his shirt up where Amy and Jeff could also see his skin, discolored and disfigured, along the left side of his chest and rib cage.
"I burned down that gym for you, to win your affection, but I got caught in the fire and no one came to help me! Absolutely no one! I thought you of all people might come to my rescue or at least try to find out what happened to me, but no, oh no, I wasn't good enough for you!" Amy just stared at him, speechless, sorrow written all over her face.
Finally, finding her voice, Amy spoke quietly, "Jamie, don't you see, burning down buildings wasn't the way to earn my affection, just being kind and sweet would have been enough. "
Below them, Matt thought, *That's right Amy-girl, keep him talking.* His thoughts broke off abruptly as he heard a snap sound loudly above him. He looked up in horror to see the cable not too slowly unraveling. He squeezed his eyes shut and started swinging the speaker back and forth, aiming for the stronger row of heavy duty lights across from him. On the last swing he managed to wrap his arms around the square light fixture, his feet dangling in mid air. Just as he wrapped his feet around the light fixture, he heard a loud snap to his left and watched, transfixed, as the speaker hurtled towards the wrestling ring. Below them, the crowd gasped in horror. Matt squeezed his eyes tightly shut, thankful that wasn't him down there. Amy closed her eyes for a split second, hoping that Matt was okay, after that gasp of horror she just heard from the crowd below.
Jamie slowly lowered his knife, looking confused, "But I tried that with you, it never worked," Jamie whined pitifully. Out of the corner of her eye, Amy slowly saw Jeff inch toward him.
Regaining her courage, Amy took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, it did work Jamie, but then you changed, and you became cruel." Jeff pounced on him, knocking the knife out of his hand.
"Ahh!" Jamie screamed, as he slipped, crashing through the barrier at the end of the catwalk. Jamie fell over the edge, taking Jeff with him. Clinging to the gate with his fingertips, Jamie hung on for dear life, while Jeff's feet dangled over the edge, several stories above the ring, with only Jamie's legs keeping him alive.
"Jeff," she screamed, "hang on!"
"Believe me, I intend to!" Jeff said through gritted teeth. Amy grabbed a hold of Jamie's forearms, just as two large hands grabbed a hold of her waist. She let out a scream of bloody murder.
"It's alright Ma'am, relax, we've got you," a voice laced with an Irish accent, said reassuringly. Amy craned her neck around to see three blue coated police officers right behind her.
The Irish one continued, "We are going to lower you down to make sure you bring those two boys up okay." Amy nodded and slowly but surely brought up Jamie and Jeff onto solid footing once again. Or considering they were on a flimsy, metal platform suspended several stories above the arena, as solid a footing as you could get. The police handcuffed a sullen Jamie and led him away, while Amy hugged Jeff tightly.
Jeff reassured her, "I'm okay hon, really, I'm alright. I'm worried about you though. Are you okay?" he asked, gently pulling her away from him and looking worriedly into her hazel eyes.
"Yea, yea, I'm okay," she said sniffling. Her feelings betraying her though, she wrapped her arms around Jeff, clinging to him tightly.
"I didn't think you were," Jeff said quietly, as he held Amy tightly in his arms, stroking her hair softly.
"Guys, just in case you didn't notice, I am still alive and want to stay that way," they heard Matt say angrily from below them.
"Matt!" Amy exclaimed, rushing over to the railing, "hang on, Jeff and I will pull you up." Both Amy and Jeff extended their arms over the railing, "We're going to need you to stand up on the light fixture though and hold onto the cable," Amy instructed.
"What! Are you out of your mind, I can't... Never mind," he grumbled. Within minutes, they had Matt up on solid ground again. Matt and Jeff each put an arm around Amy's waist as she put an arm around both Matt and Jeff's waist. They crowded together in a hug, there heads together.
"Three extreme," she whispered.
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Chapter 9: Scared Straight
The security guard walked towards a group of wrestlers having a casual conversation. The young woman was twirling a lock of glossy, brown hair around her finger, like a shy school girl and the fellow was grinning from ear-to-ear, even though he was missing a tooth!
"Excuse me, have you seen Amy Dumas?"
Turning to him, Benoit frowned, "Why, what do you want?" Benoit asked gruffly.
"Chris," Melanie reprimanded him softly, lightly putting her hand on his arm. The security guard scowled underneath the hat pulled low over his eyes. He wasn't counting on resistance.
"I, uh, have some fan mail for Amy," he lied.
Chris's face broke into a broad grin, "Why sure, she's in the exercise room, last door on the left."
"Chris, but Amy's not in there," Melanie said, looking up at Chris questioningly.
"And that's not a security guard either, they never receive fan mail from fans, the fan mail always goes straight to our P.O. Boxes. He was lying! Come on!" Grabbing Melanie's hand, Chris practically dragged her behind him as they took off.
Meanwhile, the security guard walked into the exercise room and saw a lone figure, her hair tucked into a cap that looked somewhat like a beret. She was lifting weights in a corner.
"Ah, now I've got you," he muttered. He reached out and clamped a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around, the cap falling off her head, exposing her dark, tousled curls as they fell to her shoulders. Instinctively, the security guard ducked as the young woman narrowly missed decking him with her weights as she whirled around. As he did so, his own security guard hat fell off, revealing a lock of red hair that constantly fell over his eye.
"Jamie!" Monica gasped, dropping her weights.
"Long time, no see," he said coolly.
"The less I see of you, the better," Monica said through gritted teeth.
"Aw, is that a way to treat an old friend?" he asked sweetly. With split second timing, Jamie closed the distance between them and yanked her by the hair, forcing her head back. "Tell me where Amy is?" he demanded threateningly.
"Sure- in your dreams," Monica spat forcefully, delivering a head butt to him. He staggered back in surprise.
"I taught you well," he said, an arrogant smile on his face.
"If that's what you want to think," Monica said with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh, I don't think, I know," he said evenly. Before Monica could react, Jamie viciously back handed her, following through with a foot sweep, knocking Monica off her feet. Getting her legs and arms straight, she put her weight on them, using her body as momentum to spring herself forward. Monica wiped the blood off her lip, and spinning her left leg around, delivered a roundhouse kick to his face. He flipped himself forward using the same spring momentum she had used just a second ago.
"I underestimated you," Jamie said gravely.
Breathing heavily, Monica retorted, "Darn straight!"
Without warning, he hit her hard near the kidneys, with a roundhouse punch. Monica doubled over in pain. She popped up suddenly, bringing up her right leg in a wide arc, connecting with his head. He staggered back. Monica wasn't about to give him the chance to recover, with a powerful kick, she plowed her left leg into his solar plexus(stomach), knocking him to the ground.
"Nice side kick," he said, breathing heavily. "I'm letting you off the hook this time, but next time you won't be so lucky," Jamie said menacingly. He staggered to his feet and ran off towards the arena. Erin had been walking to the exercise room just in time to hear the last few snatches of conversation between Monica and Jamie. He dashed into the room.
"Who was that guy?" Erin asked, jerking his thumb in the direction Jamie had run off to. "Do you two know each other?" he asked, a mixture of disbelief and perplexity showing on his face.
Monica's face paled considerably, "A long time ago, it's a long story." He knew their was much more to the situation than she was telling, but now was not the time to push, he realized, as he looked critically at her pale face and bleeding, split lip.
Seeing the look of worry on his face, she sighed, "I'm okay."
"Yeah, sure you are," he said as he gently steered her into the bathroom. He noticed she was cradling her ribs. "Your ribs okay? Maybe you should have them looked at," Erin suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah, they're good," Monica replied, taking her hand away from her ribs. *Golly, she sure is stubborn,* he thought with a shake of his head. He pulled a plain, white handkerchief out of his pocket and turned the faucet on.
"Hold still," Erin said. Gently, he grasped her chin and turned her face towards him. She sucked in a gasp of surprise as Erin tenderly started to wipe the blood off her lip. Monica stood stock still, almost afraid to breath, as there was nothing left to do but stare into his blue eyes. A second later, Erin released her chin. She frowned, disappointed, his touch didn't even linger. He started to leave the exercise room but stopped and turned around. "Look, do you want me to call the police, I mean that guy just beat you up."
"No, that's okay, everything is under control," she said with a small smile.
"Alright, but only if you're sure," he said with a frown. As he left the room, he thought to himself with a smile, *Why do I get the feeling she wouldn't need my help in kicking his butt, since she seemed to do a good job of doing it herself.* He felt the anger burn inside of him though, at the thought of anything bad happening to Monica.
Monica saw Jeff and Melanie, along with Chris Benoit pass by her in the hall.
"Guys," Monica said urgently, "Jamie is here."
"We know, Jeff said," letting out a deep breath as he ran a hand through his rainbow colored hair, "Chris and Melanie told us." "Looks like he got to you too, huh?" Jeff asked, studying her bruised face critically.
"I'll be okay," Monica said, shrugging it off, "Erin helped me out." Chris, Melanie and Jeff exchanged a smile amongst themselves. Not catching the smile exchanged between the three, Monica continued, "He has red hair, a shock of it always hangs over his eyes. He's dressed in a security guard outfit, or at least he was, he's had time to change clothes," she said thoughtfully.
Just then Jeff and Melanie heard their names announced over the loud speaker by Lillian.
"Gotta go," Jeff said.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay out of this match?" Chris asked Melanie. She nodded, "I'm sure. I'll be okay out there. I feel safe whether I'm with you or Jeff," Melanie said reassuringly, slipping her hand into his for just a brief moment. Chris released her hand, knowing her and Jeff had to get out to the ring.
"Be careful," Chris said softly to Melanie.
"Will do," Melanie said with an encouraging smile.
Jeff flipped into the ring, while Melanie stayed outside the ring, in Jeff's corner. She learned her lesson from last time, no more hanging outside on the ring apron. Just then the auditorium went dark and Y2J's music started. Just as the fireworks exploded, Jeff heard a scream, Melanie's! The lights came back on and Jeff caught a glimpse of red hair as Melanie was hoisted over Jamie's shoulder! Jeff clenched his fists in anger, *If he hurts Melanie or the baby, I'll kill him!* Jeff raced off after the figure of the fleeing stalker. The audience let out a gasp as they watched all this unfold. Chris Jericho took off after Jeff, wondering where he was going, until he saw some red haired guy carrying Melanie over his shoulder. *Uh oh,* Chris thought, *this is not part of the show.*
Chris cupped his hands around his mouth, "I'm going for help Jeff!" he screamed through the roar of the crowd.
"Let Amy and Matt know what's going on and call the police!" Jeff stopped and yelled to Chris. Chris turned to race back towards the entrance ramp. "Chris!" Chris whirled back around to face Jeff. "Make sure Amy stays out of this!" Jeff yelled back.
Chris shrugged, "I'll do what I can!"
"Not good enough," Jeff muttered as he chased Jamie to a back door marked "Maintenance, Employees Only", in big red letters. Jamie easily let Melanie down off his shoulder.
"I'm not enough of a jerk to hurt a pregnant woman," Jamie said calmly. Jeff skidded to a stop when he saw Melanie sitting in a heap next to the Maintenance, Employees Only door. Jeff knelt down beside Melanie and gently touched her cheek.
"Are you okay Mel? He didn't hurt you did he?"
She shook her head no, in bewilderment, " 'He said he wasn't enough of jerk to hurt a pregnant woman.' "
"Well, it's nice to know he has some standards," Jeff said sarcastically. "Stay here," Jeff commanded.
Melanie grabbed his arm, "Jeff, he's headed up to the catwalk, you can't go up there!"
Jeff shrugged, "I have to, he's not getting away this time! Chris called the police, so don't worry, I'll be okay!" Jeff flung over his shoulder as he closed the Employees Only door behind him.
Meanwhile, back inside the locker room:
"What! Jeff went after Jamie himself, that's insane!" Amy cried, grabbing a hold of Chris's shoulders. "I'm going after him, who knows what Jamie is capable of. Jeff could get hurt."
"Whoa Amy, you can't go out there, Matt and Jeff will kill me," Chris groaned.
"Tough, tell Matt where I am," Amy said, a look of determination on her face, as she disappeared behind the curtain leading to the ring. Just then, Matt and Chris Benoit raced up to Chris Jericho.
"Where's Amy?" Matt asked tensely.
"She just went after Jeff- who is up on the catwalk with Jamie," Chris responded reluctantly. "I've already called"...
Matt cut him off, "What! I told her to stay put, when is she ever going to listen to me!" Matt said angrily as he pushed the curtain aside.
"How about never," Chris quipped.
Matt narrowed his eyes as he spotted Amy among the throng of people and took off after her.
"Where is Melanie?" Chris Benoit demanded.
"She's okay," Chris assured him. Jeff wanted me to call the police first , so I"...
"Take me to her," Chris Benoit demanded roughly.
Amy made her way up the winding staircase until she reached the catwalk. Amy let out of gasp of fear as she saw Jamie pull a knife out of his jacket and brandish it wildly in front of Jeff's face. Amy would have screamed, but fearing it might cause Jeff to get hurt, kept her mouth shut. As Amy raced across the catwalk, it swayed wildly beneath her. She didn't dare look down.
"Jamie leave him alone, it's me you want!" Amy yelled. Amy slowly stepped closer. Amy glanced quickly at Jeff, who was looking at her like she was crazy.
"Darn right, you're the one I want!" Jamie exclaimed.
"Well, you're not getting her!" a voice from behind Amy growled. Matt pushed Amy out of the way and into Jeff, making the catwalk sway wildly. Matt charged at Jamie, but Jamie was ready for him. Jamie wrapped both arms around Matt's waist and tossed him over the edge.
"Matt!" Amy screamed, clapping both hands to her mouth. The audience screamed in horror. They had been watching for several minutes now, thanks to a cameraman in the electrical booth turning on one of the cameras in the rafters. The audience thought this was all part of the show-until now. Amy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Matt had landed on one of the gigantic speakers that was suspended high above the stage. Matt hung on for dear life, he had never been afraid of heights until now. Jamie turned away from Matt and focused his attention on Amy.
"Amy dear, do you have any idea what you have done to me, I'm scarred for life because of you!" Jamie screamed at her. He pulled off his ski mask. "Look, look at what you've done to me!" Amy bit her lip in horror and Jeff couldn't help but stare at him in shock. The whole left side of his face was pale and shriveled up due to second degree burns. Jamie lifted his shirt up where Amy and Jeff could also see his skin, discolored and disfigured, along the left side of his chest and rib cage.
"I burned down that gym for you, to win your affection, but I got caught in the fire and no one came to help me! Absolutely no one! I thought you of all people might come to my rescue or at least try to find out what happened to me, but no, oh no, I wasn't good enough for you!" Amy just stared at him, speechless, sorrow written all over her face.
Finally, finding her voice, Amy spoke quietly, "Jamie, don't you see, burning down buildings wasn't the way to earn my affection, just being kind and sweet would have been enough. "
Below them, Matt thought, *That's right Amy-girl, keep him talking.* His thoughts broke off abruptly as he heard a snap sound loudly above him. He looked up in horror to see the cable not too slowly unraveling. He squeezed his eyes shut and started swinging the speaker back and forth, aiming for the stronger row of heavy duty lights across from him. On the last swing he managed to wrap his arms around the square light fixture, his feet dangling in mid air. Just as he wrapped his feet around the light fixture, he heard a loud snap to his left and watched, transfixed, as the speaker hurtled towards the wrestling ring. Below them, the crowd gasped in horror. Matt squeezed his eyes tightly shut, thankful that wasn't him down there. Amy closed her eyes for a split second, hoping that Matt was okay, after that gasp of horror she just heard from the crowd below.
Jamie slowly lowered his knife, looking confused, "But I tried that with you, it never worked," Jamie whined pitifully. Out of the corner of her eye, Amy slowly saw Jeff inch toward him.
Regaining her courage, Amy took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, it did work Jamie, but then you changed, and you became cruel." Jeff pounced on him, knocking the knife out of his hand.
"Ahh!" Jamie screamed, as he slipped, crashing through the barrier at the end of the catwalk. Jamie fell over the edge, taking Jeff with him. Clinging to the gate with his fingertips, Jamie hung on for dear life, while Jeff's feet dangled over the edge, several stories above the ring, with only Jamie's legs keeping him alive.
"Jeff," she screamed, "hang on!"
"Believe me, I intend to!" Jeff said through gritted teeth. Amy grabbed a hold of Jamie's forearms, just as two large hands grabbed a hold of her waist. She let out a scream of bloody murder.
"It's alright Ma'am, relax, we've got you," a voice laced with an Irish accent, said reassuringly. Amy craned her neck around to see three blue coated police officers right behind her.
The Irish one continued, "We are going to lower you down to make sure you bring those two boys up okay." Amy nodded and slowly but surely brought up Jamie and Jeff onto solid footing once again. Or considering they were on a flimsy, metal platform suspended several stories above the arena, as solid a footing as you could get. The police handcuffed a sullen Jamie and led him away, while Amy hugged Jeff tightly.
Jeff reassured her, "I'm okay hon, really, I'm alright. I'm worried about you though. Are you okay?" he asked, gently pulling her away from him and looking worriedly into her hazel eyes.
"Yea, yea, I'm okay," she said sniffling. Her feelings betraying her though, she wrapped her arms around Jeff, clinging to him tightly.
"I didn't think you were," Jeff said quietly, as he held Amy tightly in his arms, stroking her hair softly.
"Guys, just in case you didn't notice, I am still alive and want to stay that way," they heard Matt say angrily from below them.
"Matt!" Amy exclaimed, rushing over to the railing, "hang on, Jeff and I will pull you up." Both Amy and Jeff extended their arms over the railing, "We're going to need you to stand up on the light fixture though and hold onto the cable," Amy instructed.
"What! Are you out of your mind, I can't... Never mind," he grumbled. Within minutes, they had Matt up on solid ground again. Matt and Jeff each put an arm around Amy's waist as she put an arm around both Matt and Jeff's waist. They crowded together in a hug, there heads together.
"Three extreme," she whispered.