Disclaimer: All of the people in this story are owned by Vince McMahon and the WWF, they are not mine.
My twist on some fairly recent events that happened on Raw and Smackdown.
Chapter 3: Nothing but Time
A look of shock exchanged between the brothers.
"Listen, we're not going to hurt you," Matt said patiently. Her eyes darted back and forth nervously between Matt and Jeff, as they slowly came towards her. Amy felt as if she were the prey and they were sweeping in for the kill. Fear and panic coursing through her veins, she turned to run, but Matt grabbed her around the waist and started pulling her towards the exit door. She pulled her feet back and started kicking Matt in the shins.
"Oww! Oww! Jeff grab her legs!" Matt exclaimed. Quick as a flash, Jeff grasped her firmly around the legs. It was not easy dragging the struggling, kicking young woman, but within a few minutes they had Amy through the exit door and down to the locker room.
A short time later Amy winced as the doctor probed the front and back of her head.
"You have some nasty bumps there young lady," the doctor said sternly. He held up two fingers in front of her face, "How many fingers am I holding up?" Amy squinted, "Three," Amy declared. Her vision blurred, causing her to squint yet again, "No, four."
The doctor frowned, "Hmm, she has a concussion and other than her loss of memory, everything seems fine. Sleep would be the best thing for her right now," the doctor advised.
Jeff helped Amy off the examining table.
"Let's get you to the hotel." Amy couldn't help but stare curiously at his hair.
"Why do you color your hair like that? Searching for the right words, she said carefully, "It's so, so bright."
"Take a look at your own tips?" Jeff shot back. Amy flipped her hair over her shoulder and stared at the bright red strands at the end of her hair.
"Oh."
Matt smiled, watching the amusing scene between Jeff and Amy that just played out before him, but after they left the room, Matt turned to the doctor, his face somber.
"How long do you think it will be until Amy regains her memory?"
"It could be days, weeks, I honestly don't know. It should come back in bits-n-pieces though, slowly but surely."
Matt's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean, should? It will come back, right Doc?"
He frowned, "There is a slight chance that her memory won't return," he warned, "but highly unlikely," he reiterated, shaking a finger at Matt.
Later that night:
When Matt flipped on the hotel room light switch, he was surprised to find Jeff still awake.
"How's Amy?' Matt asked wearily.
"I'm afraid she thinks I'm strange," Jeff said, frowning.
"I wonder what would make her think that," Matt teased, grinning slyly.
"Hey!" Jeff exclaimed and threw a pillow at him. Too tired to change, Matt just laughed and quickly climbed into bed. "I don't even think she likes her own hair. She can't understand or remember why she dyed it." Sighing, Matt reached over to turn off the light. "Amy will be alright Jeff, she just needs time."
"I hope so, I miss the old Amy already." Jeff let out a groan and fell back on the bed. "You do realize what this means don't you? We have to train her from scratch all over again. Not that I really mind, but how are we going to find the time?"
"We'll just have to ask Vince for some time off - and just hope he'll give it to us," Matt replied.
The next morning:
"Two weeks ought to get the job done, with you guys only working four of those nights," Vince said confidently.
"What!" Matt exclaimed, his eyes wide, "I don't think it will be enough time for us to teach Amy everything."
"Or enough time for Amy to learn it," Jeff replied, alarmed.
"Why don't you just send Amy to the Ohio Valley Wrestling School?" Matt suggested.
Vince shook his head, "Not enough time. Listen, if Amy doesn't regain her memory within the next few weeks, I'll have to let her go."
My twist on some fairly recent events that happened on Raw and Smackdown.
Chapter 3: Nothing but Time
A look of shock exchanged between the brothers.
"Listen, we're not going to hurt you," Matt said patiently. Her eyes darted back and forth nervously between Matt and Jeff, as they slowly came towards her. Amy felt as if she were the prey and they were sweeping in for the kill. Fear and panic coursing through her veins, she turned to run, but Matt grabbed her around the waist and started pulling her towards the exit door. She pulled her feet back and started kicking Matt in the shins.
"Oww! Oww! Jeff grab her legs!" Matt exclaimed. Quick as a flash, Jeff grasped her firmly around the legs. It was not easy dragging the struggling, kicking young woman, but within a few minutes they had Amy through the exit door and down to the locker room.
A short time later Amy winced as the doctor probed the front and back of her head.
"You have some nasty bumps there young lady," the doctor said sternly. He held up two fingers in front of her face, "How many fingers am I holding up?" Amy squinted, "Three," Amy declared. Her vision blurred, causing her to squint yet again, "No, four."
The doctor frowned, "Hmm, she has a concussion and other than her loss of memory, everything seems fine. Sleep would be the best thing for her right now," the doctor advised.
Jeff helped Amy off the examining table.
"Let's get you to the hotel." Amy couldn't help but stare curiously at his hair.
"Why do you color your hair like that? Searching for the right words, she said carefully, "It's so, so bright."
"Take a look at your own tips?" Jeff shot back. Amy flipped her hair over her shoulder and stared at the bright red strands at the end of her hair.
"Oh."
Matt smiled, watching the amusing scene between Jeff and Amy that just played out before him, but after they left the room, Matt turned to the doctor, his face somber.
"How long do you think it will be until Amy regains her memory?"
"It could be days, weeks, I honestly don't know. It should come back in bits-n-pieces though, slowly but surely."
Matt's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean, should? It will come back, right Doc?"
He frowned, "There is a slight chance that her memory won't return," he warned, "but highly unlikely," he reiterated, shaking a finger at Matt.
Later that night:
When Matt flipped on the hotel room light switch, he was surprised to find Jeff still awake.
"How's Amy?' Matt asked wearily.
"I'm afraid she thinks I'm strange," Jeff said, frowning.
"I wonder what would make her think that," Matt teased, grinning slyly.
"Hey!" Jeff exclaimed and threw a pillow at him. Too tired to change, Matt just laughed and quickly climbed into bed. "I don't even think she likes her own hair. She can't understand or remember why she dyed it." Sighing, Matt reached over to turn off the light. "Amy will be alright Jeff, she just needs time."
"I hope so, I miss the old Amy already." Jeff let out a groan and fell back on the bed. "You do realize what this means don't you? We have to train her from scratch all over again. Not that I really mind, but how are we going to find the time?"
"We'll just have to ask Vince for some time off - and just hope he'll give it to us," Matt replied.
The next morning:
"Two weeks ought to get the job done, with you guys only working four of those nights," Vince said confidently.
"What!" Matt exclaimed, his eyes wide, "I don't think it will be enough time for us to teach Amy everything."
"Or enough time for Amy to learn it," Jeff replied, alarmed.
"Why don't you just send Amy to the Ohio Valley Wrestling School?" Matt suggested.
Vince shook his head, "Not enough time. Listen, if Amy doesn't regain her memory within the next few weeks, I'll have to let her go."
