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.
The song, "Evil Woman," by Electric Light Orchestra, is not mine.
Chapter 4: Evil Woman
"You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end.
Hey woman, you got the blues, cos' you ain't got no one else to use.
There's an open road that leads nowhere,
so just make some miles
between here and there."
CHORUS:
"E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, Evil Woman"
"What!" Matt and Jeff exclaimed.
"You can't do that!" Jeff argued.
"Wrestling is her life!" Matt defended.
"What's my life?" Amy asked innocently, standing in the doorway. Matt sighed.
"Amy," he said, turning around, "we need"... He trailed off, his jaw dropping. *She looks so natural - and gorgeous!* Afraid of freaking her out, Matt kept his thoughts to himself.
"Hey, um Matt, you can pick your jaw up off the floor," Jeff leaned over and whispered to him. Shaking his head, Matt tried to regain his composure. Dressed in blue jeans, a yellow T-shirt and wearing no make-up, she walked over to the group.
"We, we uh, need to talk." Matt gently grasped her elbow and steered her out of the room, followed by Jeff. "Have any memories come back to you yet, such as your profession?" Matt asked intently, his eyes boring into hers.
"No," she replied uncertainly. She had an uneasy feeling whatever they were about to say was going to drastically alter her future.
"Your a professional wrestler," Matt stated, gauging her reaction.
"No way, that can't be!" She shook her head. "I would never be in a line of work that dangerous." Matt and Jeff exchanged looks. "I mean you guys would never do anything that dangerous too, right?" Amy looked back and forth between the boys hopefully.
"Yes, because we are wrestlers too," Matt said.
"And we helped to train you," Jeff added.
"Wha, what! I can't wrestle and I, I'm not so sure I want to!" Her fear and uncertainty overwhelming her, Amy ran off.
"I don't want to lose her Jeff, "Matt said, turning to his brother, "Amy has to get her memory back."
Jeff shook his head emphatically in agreement, "I know, I know," he said somberly.
Meanwhile:
Amy slowly turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She lifted her shirt up a little bit to reveal her tan, flat stomach. Amy flexed her arms and she could easily see the muscle there. She closed her eyes for a second. Amy could hear the roar in her head as she felt strong arms lift her up. She saw the faces of Matt and Jeff mirror the look of triumph reflected on her own face, as the boys carried her on their shoulders. Amy's eyes snapped open, realizing Matt had been telling her the truth. She rushed out of her hotel room, down the hall and ran smack into a wall? At least it felt like a wall.
"Oh, excuse me Amy," a somewhat soft voice said, putting his hands on her upper arms. Amy looked up and up until she came to his face. He looked at her strangely, while she couldn't help but stare at him. "Uh, I'll see you around," he said, releasing her arms. He awkwardly waved goodbye to Amy. *Mental note: ask Matt or Jeff who that guy is,* she thought, still staring after him, *he's soo tall! Now, where could they be at,* she wondered. Just then some strange woman poked a finger in Amy's chest.
"Just who do you think you are?" she accused. Amy stared at her blankly, "Uh, Amy, I think," she replied honestly.
"Is Matt cheating with you behind my back?" the blonde demanded angrily.
"Wha, what?" Amy asked, startled.
"Not today I'm not," Matt said, a bored expression on his face. Matt firmly grasped the blonde's arm. "Go play with your little friend, Tori," Matt whispered irritably to her.
"See ya around Amy," she snarled, managing to plant a quick kiss on Matt's cheek before she exited.
Matt scowled. Turning back to Amy, he said, "Don't mind Stacy, she's just being her usual, witchy self."
"So, I take it your not dating her?" Amy asked with a small smile.
"Heck no! She's scarier than 'Scary Sherri,' Sherri Martel."
"So, what kind of relationship do we have?" Amy asked, reddening slightly. "I mean with you and Jeff," she amended quickly.
"Good Friends," Jeff replied, coming up behind Matt. "Your like the little sister I've never had, but you and Matt have a different relationship. *Or at least you will,* Jeff thought with a smile.
"What kind of relationship?" Amy asked nervously.
"Yes, care to elaborate Jeff?" Matt said tightly. *I'm going to kill him! He's opening Pandora's box and now is not the time to do it!* Catching Matt's murderous glare, Jeff backed off. All I'm saying is you guys have some kind of special bond, that goes deeper than our relationship," Jeff hastily explained. The idea of her and Matt having a relationship like that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. *But I don't even know the man!* her mind argued, but her heart told her otherwise.
Changing the subject all together, Jeff asked, "So, what brings you down here?"
"I want you guys to teach me how to wrestle."
"You're sure?" Matt asked slowly.
"Yes. I recalled something that happened to us, in a match I suppose. The crowd was roaring and you guys hoisted me on your shoulders like we had won a match. Matt and Jeff smiled at each other.
"You did," Jeff said eagerly. "You beat Stephanie for the Women's Championship belt." Amy drew a blank. "Stephanie is Vince McMahon's daughter, who is the owner of WWF," Jeff explained.
"Oh, is that the man you were talking to this morning?"
"Uh, yeah," Jeff replied, he and Matt exchanging a look.
"We can practice in the ring that Jeff and I will be wrestling in tomorrow night."
"Oh wow! I want to watch from the front row, that way I'll be able to see everything!"
"And everyone will be able to see you too," Jeff added emphatically.
"So."
Matt sighed, "Amy, you're a popular wrestler, kind of like a celebrity. Once the fans see you, well, you'll be like, mobbed."
"I wish you guys would quit treating me like fine china, I can take care of myself," she retorted indignantly. "I'll just wear a disguise or something," Amy said carelessly, with a roll of her eyes. Matt and Jeff looked at each other doubtfully. "Would you stop giving each other funny looks all the time. Geez, you guys must think I'm oblivious to your furtive looks," Amy said in irritation. Matt and Jeff smiled, "Now that's the old Amy that we know and love," Matt said, grinning.
"You like it when I'm witchy?" she asked in disbelief.
"No, this is you being sassy, you only get nasty once a month," Matt said with a wicked grin.
"Hey, watch it!" Amy said, punching him in the arm.
"Ow!" Matt said, laughing.
"So, does this mean I get to sneak in as a fan?" she asked sweetly, a sly grin on her face.
Hours later:
Amy sat in the front row wearing a black wig, glasses, and a baseball cap sitting on her head. She smiled, not because of the match, but because of what was going on in her head.
Amy, Matt and Jeff never really got around to training the night before, they just talked. Amy asked a lot of questions while the guys had many answers. Matt and Jeff told Amy how they first got started in the WWF, their childhood, and how they met her.
"You never mentioned your mother," Amy said, eager to learn more.
Matt and Jeff frowned, an uncomfortable silence filling the diner.
"Our Mom died when we were kids," Jeff said quietly.
Amy clapped a hand over her mouth, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize"...
"It's okay," Matt said. Reaching across the table, he placed his hand over hers and squeezed it gently. "You didn't know. We just don't like to talk about it a whole lot."
Amy shook her head as the crowd's boos brought her back to the present. She watched as that Stacy chick and some other blonde raced down the ramp to help out Shawn Stasiak and Justin Incredible.
"Come on Matt, Jeff," Amy muttered, jabbing the air with a right hook. The girls were no match for the brothers though as Jeff dove off the top rope hitting Stasiak with a corkscrew Moonsault, while Matt slammed an interfering Justin Incredible into the mat with his trusty Twist-of-Fate.
"Alright!" Amy screamed excitedly, jumping up in her seat. Stacy, who had watched the loss from the sidelines, whipped her head around.
"I know that voice," she said menacingly. She quickly made her way to a cheering Amy and yanked off her hat and wig. The crowd stopped cheering and stared at the red-head.
Murmurs of, "It's Lita," spread through the crowd like wildfire. "Uh, oh." Quickly, Amy jumped over the railing and sprinted up the ramp.
"Not so fast, where do you think you're going?" Torie snarled from behind her. She reached out to grab a handful of Amy's hair. Meanwhile, Matt and Jeff jumped out of the ring, in hopes of getting Amy out of Torie's clutches before she got seriously injured. Before Torie grasped her target, a hand reached out, the fingers clamping down painfully on Tori's arm.
"I don't think so witch," Trish said evenly. Headbutting Torie, Trish put her in a headlock & slammed her face first into the floor.
Halfway up the ramp, Jeff and Matt stopped in their tracks, "Trish!" Jeff exclaimed in disbelief.
"That ought to put you on ice for awhile," Trish said, dusting her hands off. "It was time to take the trash out anyway." She looked up just in time to see Stacy stomping towards them. "Uh, oh, the other half of the tramp brigade is on the way, let's go!" They made their way safely up the exit ramp and behind the curtain.
Huffing and puffing for breath, Amy said lightly, "Matt and Jeff probably took care of Stacy."
"Didn't need to, Stacy stopped to check on Torie," Jeff said, as he and Matt ducked behind the curtain.
"Wow, that was impressive, what you did out there," Amy said, admiration in her voice.
"You know how to do the same moves Amy," Trish said, a look of puzzlement on her face. "Don't you remember?"
Jeff shook his head, "Amy was in an accident Trish. She has amnesia." Trish, at a loss for words, didn't know what to say.
"When did this happen? How did it happen?" Trish asked, genuinely concerned.
"She was in a motorcycle accident two days ago," Jeff told her.
"Oh my gosh, is there anything I can do to help?"
Matt shook his head, "No, not really, time is the best antidote."
Trish nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I guess I'll see you guys around."
As he watched Trish walk away, Jeff shook his head in amazement, "I can't believe Trish went to bat for you like that. Ploy or not, I'm impressed."
"Well, I'm glad she came out to help me, because I had no idea what to do. That Stacy Keibler person is an evil, evil, woman and does not deserve to be associated with cookies!" Amy cried emphatically.
Matt frowned, "Which reminds me, you'll need to get up bright and early tomorrow Amy, about 5:30 in the morning."
Amy's eyes widened, "Why so early?"
"Training," Jeff supplied with a grin.
My twist on some fairly recent events that happened on Raw and Smackdown.
The song, "Evil Woman," by Electric Light Orchestra, is not mine.
Chapter 4: Evil Woman
"You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end.
Hey woman, you got the blues, cos' you ain't got no one else to use.
There's an open road that leads nowhere,
so just make some miles
between here and there."
CHORUS:
"E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, Evil Woman"
"What!" Matt and Jeff exclaimed.
"You can't do that!" Jeff argued.
"Wrestling is her life!" Matt defended.
"What's my life?" Amy asked innocently, standing in the doorway. Matt sighed.
"Amy," he said, turning around, "we need"... He trailed off, his jaw dropping. *She looks so natural - and gorgeous!* Afraid of freaking her out, Matt kept his thoughts to himself.
"Hey, um Matt, you can pick your jaw up off the floor," Jeff leaned over and whispered to him. Shaking his head, Matt tried to regain his composure. Dressed in blue jeans, a yellow T-shirt and wearing no make-up, she walked over to the group.
"We, we uh, need to talk." Matt gently grasped her elbow and steered her out of the room, followed by Jeff. "Have any memories come back to you yet, such as your profession?" Matt asked intently, his eyes boring into hers.
"No," she replied uncertainly. She had an uneasy feeling whatever they were about to say was going to drastically alter her future.
"Your a professional wrestler," Matt stated, gauging her reaction.
"No way, that can't be!" She shook her head. "I would never be in a line of work that dangerous." Matt and Jeff exchanged looks. "I mean you guys would never do anything that dangerous too, right?" Amy looked back and forth between the boys hopefully.
"Yes, because we are wrestlers too," Matt said.
"And we helped to train you," Jeff added.
"Wha, what! I can't wrestle and I, I'm not so sure I want to!" Her fear and uncertainty overwhelming her, Amy ran off.
"I don't want to lose her Jeff, "Matt said, turning to his brother, "Amy has to get her memory back."
Jeff shook his head emphatically in agreement, "I know, I know," he said somberly.
Meanwhile:
Amy slowly turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She lifted her shirt up a little bit to reveal her tan, flat stomach. Amy flexed her arms and she could easily see the muscle there. She closed her eyes for a second. Amy could hear the roar in her head as she felt strong arms lift her up. She saw the faces of Matt and Jeff mirror the look of triumph reflected on her own face, as the boys carried her on their shoulders. Amy's eyes snapped open, realizing Matt had been telling her the truth. She rushed out of her hotel room, down the hall and ran smack into a wall? At least it felt like a wall.
"Oh, excuse me Amy," a somewhat soft voice said, putting his hands on her upper arms. Amy looked up and up until she came to his face. He looked at her strangely, while she couldn't help but stare at him. "Uh, I'll see you around," he said, releasing her arms. He awkwardly waved goodbye to Amy. *Mental note: ask Matt or Jeff who that guy is,* she thought, still staring after him, *he's soo tall! Now, where could they be at,* she wondered. Just then some strange woman poked a finger in Amy's chest.
"Just who do you think you are?" she accused. Amy stared at her blankly, "Uh, Amy, I think," she replied honestly.
"Is Matt cheating with you behind my back?" the blonde demanded angrily.
"Wha, what?" Amy asked, startled.
"Not today I'm not," Matt said, a bored expression on his face. Matt firmly grasped the blonde's arm. "Go play with your little friend, Tori," Matt whispered irritably to her.
"See ya around Amy," she snarled, managing to plant a quick kiss on Matt's cheek before she exited.
Matt scowled. Turning back to Amy, he said, "Don't mind Stacy, she's just being her usual, witchy self."
"So, I take it your not dating her?" Amy asked with a small smile.
"Heck no! She's scarier than 'Scary Sherri,' Sherri Martel."
"So, what kind of relationship do we have?" Amy asked, reddening slightly. "I mean with you and Jeff," she amended quickly.
"Good Friends," Jeff replied, coming up behind Matt. "Your like the little sister I've never had, but you and Matt have a different relationship. *Or at least you will,* Jeff thought with a smile.
"What kind of relationship?" Amy asked nervously.
"Yes, care to elaborate Jeff?" Matt said tightly. *I'm going to kill him! He's opening Pandora's box and now is not the time to do it!* Catching Matt's murderous glare, Jeff backed off. All I'm saying is you guys have some kind of special bond, that goes deeper than our relationship," Jeff hastily explained. The idea of her and Matt having a relationship like that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. *But I don't even know the man!* her mind argued, but her heart told her otherwise.
Changing the subject all together, Jeff asked, "So, what brings you down here?"
"I want you guys to teach me how to wrestle."
"You're sure?" Matt asked slowly.
"Yes. I recalled something that happened to us, in a match I suppose. The crowd was roaring and you guys hoisted me on your shoulders like we had won a match. Matt and Jeff smiled at each other.
"You did," Jeff said eagerly. "You beat Stephanie for the Women's Championship belt." Amy drew a blank. "Stephanie is Vince McMahon's daughter, who is the owner of WWF," Jeff explained.
"Oh, is that the man you were talking to this morning?"
"Uh, yeah," Jeff replied, he and Matt exchanging a look.
"We can practice in the ring that Jeff and I will be wrestling in tomorrow night."
"Oh wow! I want to watch from the front row, that way I'll be able to see everything!"
"And everyone will be able to see you too," Jeff added emphatically.
"So."
Matt sighed, "Amy, you're a popular wrestler, kind of like a celebrity. Once the fans see you, well, you'll be like, mobbed."
"I wish you guys would quit treating me like fine china, I can take care of myself," she retorted indignantly. "I'll just wear a disguise or something," Amy said carelessly, with a roll of her eyes. Matt and Jeff looked at each other doubtfully. "Would you stop giving each other funny looks all the time. Geez, you guys must think I'm oblivious to your furtive looks," Amy said in irritation. Matt and Jeff smiled, "Now that's the old Amy that we know and love," Matt said, grinning.
"You like it when I'm witchy?" she asked in disbelief.
"No, this is you being sassy, you only get nasty once a month," Matt said with a wicked grin.
"Hey, watch it!" Amy said, punching him in the arm.
"Ow!" Matt said, laughing.
"So, does this mean I get to sneak in as a fan?" she asked sweetly, a sly grin on her face.
Hours later:
Amy sat in the front row wearing a black wig, glasses, and a baseball cap sitting on her head. She smiled, not because of the match, but because of what was going on in her head.
Amy, Matt and Jeff never really got around to training the night before, they just talked. Amy asked a lot of questions while the guys had many answers. Matt and Jeff told Amy how they first got started in the WWF, their childhood, and how they met her.
"You never mentioned your mother," Amy said, eager to learn more.
Matt and Jeff frowned, an uncomfortable silence filling the diner.
"Our Mom died when we were kids," Jeff said quietly.
Amy clapped a hand over her mouth, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize"...
"It's okay," Matt said. Reaching across the table, he placed his hand over hers and squeezed it gently. "You didn't know. We just don't like to talk about it a whole lot."
Amy shook her head as the crowd's boos brought her back to the present. She watched as that Stacy chick and some other blonde raced down the ramp to help out Shawn Stasiak and Justin Incredible.
"Come on Matt, Jeff," Amy muttered, jabbing the air with a right hook. The girls were no match for the brothers though as Jeff dove off the top rope hitting Stasiak with a corkscrew Moonsault, while Matt slammed an interfering Justin Incredible into the mat with his trusty Twist-of-Fate.
"Alright!" Amy screamed excitedly, jumping up in her seat. Stacy, who had watched the loss from the sidelines, whipped her head around.
"I know that voice," she said menacingly. She quickly made her way to a cheering Amy and yanked off her hat and wig. The crowd stopped cheering and stared at the red-head.
Murmurs of, "It's Lita," spread through the crowd like wildfire. "Uh, oh." Quickly, Amy jumped over the railing and sprinted up the ramp.
"Not so fast, where do you think you're going?" Torie snarled from behind her. She reached out to grab a handful of Amy's hair. Meanwhile, Matt and Jeff jumped out of the ring, in hopes of getting Amy out of Torie's clutches before she got seriously injured. Before Torie grasped her target, a hand reached out, the fingers clamping down painfully on Tori's arm.
"I don't think so witch," Trish said evenly. Headbutting Torie, Trish put her in a headlock & slammed her face first into the floor.
Halfway up the ramp, Jeff and Matt stopped in their tracks, "Trish!" Jeff exclaimed in disbelief.
"That ought to put you on ice for awhile," Trish said, dusting her hands off. "It was time to take the trash out anyway." She looked up just in time to see Stacy stomping towards them. "Uh, oh, the other half of the tramp brigade is on the way, let's go!" They made their way safely up the exit ramp and behind the curtain.
Huffing and puffing for breath, Amy said lightly, "Matt and Jeff probably took care of Stacy."
"Didn't need to, Stacy stopped to check on Torie," Jeff said, as he and Matt ducked behind the curtain.
"Wow, that was impressive, what you did out there," Amy said, admiration in her voice.
"You know how to do the same moves Amy," Trish said, a look of puzzlement on her face. "Don't you remember?"
Jeff shook his head, "Amy was in an accident Trish. She has amnesia." Trish, at a loss for words, didn't know what to say.
"When did this happen? How did it happen?" Trish asked, genuinely concerned.
"She was in a motorcycle accident two days ago," Jeff told her.
"Oh my gosh, is there anything I can do to help?"
Matt shook his head, "No, not really, time is the best antidote."
Trish nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I guess I'll see you guys around."
As he watched Trish walk away, Jeff shook his head in amazement, "I can't believe Trish went to bat for you like that. Ploy or not, I'm impressed."
"Well, I'm glad she came out to help me, because I had no idea what to do. That Stacy Keibler person is an evil, evil, woman and does not deserve to be associated with cookies!" Amy cried emphatically.
Matt frowned, "Which reminds me, you'll need to get up bright and early tomorrow Amy, about 5:30 in the morning."
Amy's eyes widened, "Why so early?"
"Training," Jeff supplied with a grin.
