Disclaimer: All of the people in this story are owned by Vince McMahon and the WWF, they are not mine.
The song, "Please Remember Me," is by Tim McGraw and is not mine.
My twist on some fairly recent events that happened on Raw and Smackdown.
Chapter 2: Sixpence for a Memory
It was only a two-lane highway but for some reason the idiot behind her was trying to pass. *I barely have enough room to possibly pull this off, but I'm not going to die because of some pschyo driver!* Amy gunned the engine and tore through the tiny opening. She felt herself flying through the air, only to be swallowed up by the darkness.
Matt and Jeff frantically searched the building, but finding nothing, they ran to the exit door and shoved it open. Instantly, a horde of fans surrounded them. Matt and Jeff quickly signed autographs, but one astute young woman asked, "You seem distracted, are you looking for Amy?"
"Yeah, yeah we are, have you seen her?" Matt asked hopefully. The girl nodded.
"Yes, She took off on her motorcycle not too long ago." Matt nodded his thanks to the young girl and turned to Jeff.
"Why would Amy do that?"
Jeff shrugged. "Beats me," but as a shiny, red pick-up truck pulled into the parking lot, Jeff replied, "but I have the feeling we're about to find out." The driver jumped out of the pick-up and hurriedly walked over to the passenger's side. He helped a pale - looking, fiery red head out of the vehicle. Matt and Jeff rushed over, "Amy, are you okay? What happened?" Matt looked Amy over worriedly, putting his hands on her shoulders. She had a huge purple and blue knot on her forehead. Amy just stared at Matt and Jeff blankly.
"What happened to her?" Jeff asked, worry and fear written all over his face. Matt critically studied Amy's "rescuer" for a minute: an older man dressed in blue jeans and a cowboy hat. *He looks harmless enough, but one can never tell.* Matt frowned though as Amy slowly edged her way closer to the fellow. The guy took off his cowboy hat and scratched his head, "I don't rightly know. One minute I'm driving and the next minute I see this little lady here stumbling aimlessly along the roadside. I found this nearby though," the fellow said, easily lifting Matt's motorcycle out of the back of his truck.
"My bike!" Matt exclaimed. Rushing over, he anxiously examined it. The front metal fender was dented, along with some red paint scraped off the sides of his bike. There were also numerous scratches and dings all over the body of the bike.
Matt looked up at Jeff, a puzzled frown on his face, "I don't get it."
For the first time since the stranger brought her to the auditorium parking lot, she spoke, "Why did you bring me here?"
"Because it was the nearest building in the area to bring ya too ma'am," the cowboy drawled, nervously holding his cowboy hat to his chest. "Well, I best git going" He hopped in his truck and sped off.
"Why don't we get a doctor to look at your head Amy-girl," Jeff suggested gently.
"How do you know my name? I certainly don't know yours!"
The song, "Please Remember Me," is by Tim McGraw and is not mine.
My twist on some fairly recent events that happened on Raw and Smackdown.
Chapter 2: Sixpence for a Memory
It was only a two-lane highway but for some reason the idiot behind her was trying to pass. *I barely have enough room to possibly pull this off, but I'm not going to die because of some pschyo driver!* Amy gunned the engine and tore through the tiny opening. She felt herself flying through the air, only to be swallowed up by the darkness.
Matt and Jeff frantically searched the building, but finding nothing, they ran to the exit door and shoved it open. Instantly, a horde of fans surrounded them. Matt and Jeff quickly signed autographs, but one astute young woman asked, "You seem distracted, are you looking for Amy?"
"Yeah, yeah we are, have you seen her?" Matt asked hopefully. The girl nodded.
"Yes, She took off on her motorcycle not too long ago." Matt nodded his thanks to the young girl and turned to Jeff.
"Why would Amy do that?"
Jeff shrugged. "Beats me," but as a shiny, red pick-up truck pulled into the parking lot, Jeff replied, "but I have the feeling we're about to find out." The driver jumped out of the pick-up and hurriedly walked over to the passenger's side. He helped a pale - looking, fiery red head out of the vehicle. Matt and Jeff rushed over, "Amy, are you okay? What happened?" Matt looked Amy over worriedly, putting his hands on her shoulders. She had a huge purple and blue knot on her forehead. Amy just stared at Matt and Jeff blankly.
"What happened to her?" Jeff asked, worry and fear written all over his face. Matt critically studied Amy's "rescuer" for a minute: an older man dressed in blue jeans and a cowboy hat. *He looks harmless enough, but one can never tell.* Matt frowned though as Amy slowly edged her way closer to the fellow. The guy took off his cowboy hat and scratched his head, "I don't rightly know. One minute I'm driving and the next minute I see this little lady here stumbling aimlessly along the roadside. I found this nearby though," the fellow said, easily lifting Matt's motorcycle out of the back of his truck.
"My bike!" Matt exclaimed. Rushing over, he anxiously examined it. The front metal fender was dented, along with some red paint scraped off the sides of his bike. There were also numerous scratches and dings all over the body of the bike.
Matt looked up at Jeff, a puzzled frown on his face, "I don't get it."
For the first time since the stranger brought her to the auditorium parking lot, she spoke, "Why did you bring me here?"
"Because it was the nearest building in the area to bring ya too ma'am," the cowboy drawled, nervously holding his cowboy hat to his chest. "Well, I best git going" He hopped in his truck and sped off.
"Why don't we get a doctor to look at your head Amy-girl," Jeff suggested gently.
"How do you know my name? I certainly don't know yours!"
