Amy had made her way to the ring with the most malicious face ever. She had not even bother to interact with the fans. Her mind was all on how to kill Stacey keibler. Amy slid in the ring and grinned to herself.
Stacey will never forget this night. This will be a lesson she would learn and remember for the rest of her puny little life.
Amy took the mic and whisked her hair back off her face. She kept that evil grin plastered on her lips.
"I came out here tonight, to do something that I never had ever done before." She started. Her voice came out all innocent. But the good part was still to come. "I came out here to kick Stacey Keibler's ass! I mean really kick her ass!" said Amy raising her voice higher every time she said the end of her sentence.
Her fans cheered and some started to chant Lita. Amy sighed. "I appreciate you guys support. But Stacey KEIBLER needs all the support she needs. That little ho is going to die." The crowd was amazed at Amy's behavior.
"She messed with my personal life." Amy walked around the ring; she was trying to not loose control. She was trying to keep calm. "She messed with MY MAN." Amy paused for a sec and then said, "And that bicth is going to die." Amy smiled evilly and lowered her voice facing the audience. "She will…die."
Backstage:
"What does she mean Stacey's going to die? She's not gonna kill her is she?" said Matt.
"Dude, I don't know, but Amy seems kinda crazy right now." Said Jeff poking his head out the shower staring at the TV. Matt watched as Amy walked around the ring. "Crazy's right."
RING:
"Now Stacey, get your ass out here now!" Amy leaned on the ropes waiting for Stacey's intro to hit. Her music did and she came out swinging her hips and grinning hotly at Amy. She grew mad as Stacey made her way to the ring, like she was all that. Amy growled to herself. Stacey reached over for her own mic.
"Lita." She began. "You should really calm your nerves. I mean Matt Hardy obviously does not want to be with you." Amy stared at her menacingly.
"I'm very sexy. I have beautiful long legs and my butt." She wiggled it. "Is perfect." Amy rolled her eyes. "And look at you Lita." Started Stacey. "You show your disgusting thongs and you wear baggy pants and you are sooo overrated. I think Matt is tired of that look now."
At that Amy launched herself at Stacey and began violently pounding her head and then slapped her across the face.
Stacey screamed and tried to struggle free, but Amy was stronger and pinned her arms with her knees and hit her until her mouth began to bleed. Referees came in, but Amy stood up and began pushing them away.
"Get the hell away! She's mines got it! I want her dead!" Amy turned around and saw that Stacey was out the ring holding her beat up face and running towards the announcement table. Amy got out the ring and took Stacey by the hair and then lifted her up and threw her onto the announcement table. The crowd oooohed on and cheered. Amy took a steel chair and was ready to hit Stacey, but some refs surrounded her.
"Stay Away!" she screamed and swung the chair around crazily at them. Then Amy raised the steel chair and slammed it against Stacey's back. She did it again and again and again.
"Don't you ever! (Whack!) Ever come near! (Whack) My man again! (Whack!) Amy stopped and she was completely out of breath. Stacey was half unconscious on the announcement table. She was flinching a little because of her sore back. "Help." She said in a low painful voice. JR and Michael Cole tried to help her down, but Amy raised her chair up at them warning them to stay away.
Then Amy crawled on top of Stacey, smirking at her and spitting at her. "You had enough? I said did you have enough?" asked Amy. Stacey coughed a bit and began to sob. She was in tears. Amy abruptly slapped Stacey across the face creating a red dark mark across her face. Stacey cried even harder.
"Are you going to mess with Matt again? Are you going to mess with my boyfriend again? Huh?" Amy yelled in her face and put her hands on her neck. "Answer me bicth!" Stacey screamed, no and then cried for help and claimed that Lita was going to kill her.
At that the refs started nearing Amy and Amy did'nt like it at all. She was not finished her duty. She began uncontrollably choking Stacey. They took hold of Amy and Amy yelled and screamed and kicked.
"Get off! Get off me! Let me teach her a lesson! Get the hell away!" They dragged her up the ramp. Amy screamed and yelled. "I'll get you Stacey! You just wait! You little bicth!"
Later that night:
Amy's eyes were red. Not red from tears but red in rage. Her veins were throbbing her heart was pumping. And she sat starring at the radio. The look of not accomplishing her job. It was not finish.
Matt, who was driving, took a peek at her. "Amy are you alright?" he was kinda afraid himself. Seeing his own girlfriend destroying Stacey out in the ring was kinda frightening. He carefully glanced at Amy at times, while he was driving. Her dead red eyes were planted on the radio. She was oblivious to the world. She hadn't moved an inch. Her eyes hadn't even blanked.
He wanted to say something to her, but was thinking she might go nuts. So the rest of the way was just going to be in silence.
Matt had carried her off to bed and he noticed she never even blanked. Her eyes were wide open and staring off in space. He laid her down gently and kissed her on the cheek. She hadn't reacted, but stared up at the ceiling.
"Amy, whats wrong with you?" Matt asked softly. But she didn't answer
"Amy." He said and then sighed disappointedly. "You did'nt have to go beat her up like that. You should have challenged her to a match instead. A fair fight. You fought dirty." Amy eyes were glued to the ceiling.
It's like she's paranoid or something, he thought. He stood up and left the room. As his footsteps fainted away, Amy moved her arm a little. She let it go under the covers and grasped a hard metal like object from under it. She slowly pulled it out and revealed it in front of her face. Her faceless expression, turned into a disturbed look. She grinned and blanked for the first time in 3 hours.
The knife gleamed brightly as the hall light beamed off it.
"You are now my friend. A friend that will do my next task." She whispered. She heard noises down stairs. A familiar voice. It was Jeff.
Amy sat up and got out of bed and headed off into the bathroom. She shut it and locked it. She stared at herself in the mirror. Amy gasped at the sight of her face. Her eyes were red and her eyes were puffy. She could see her grin and she instantly stopped smiling.
"Amy Dumas you are too wicked." she said to herself and then laughed. "Stacey has not seen anything yet."
To be countnuied…..
