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 songs, "That Don't Impress Me Much, Here With Me, and Just Crazy Love," are by Shania Twain, Plumb, and Fleetwood Mac, and are not mine.
Chapter 5: A Sucker Punch to the Heart

Jeff strode over to the hotel gym, across from the pool. Normally, Jeff was pretty laid back, but not tonight. He had a lot on his mind: Amy, he and Matt's six man tag team match next week, and interestingly enough, Trish. *Okay, so why in the world am I attracted to Trish Stratus? She has a bad reputation and is notorious for dumping guys.* He sighed and put his head in his hands, "I need to work out, that should help me clear my mind," he said softly. Grabbing two barbells, he focused his attention on how many reps. he was doing, when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and nearly dropped the weights on the floor. "Uh, hey Trish," he said, trying to hide his nervousness. Dressed in a yellow tank top, denim jacket and moo pants, Trish sauntered over to him.
"Your trembling," Trish said softly, gently trailing a perfectly manicured finger down his bare chest. Mesmerized by her touch, he was powerless to resist as she snaked her other hand around his neck. Seeming to come out of his trance - like state, he scowled.
"You only helped Amy tonight to get to me, didn't you?" he accused.
"N, no," Trish said, startled. "Stacy and Torrie were treating her cruelly, that's why I went out to help her," Trish retorted.
Ignoring her response, he stared down at her small frame, his eyes hard, "And," he added coldly, "you don't need to seduce me into liking you Trish," he said brusquely, plucking her hand from his chest. With that, he picked up his shirt and walked out of the gym.

"Oh-oo-oh you think you're special.
Oh-oo-oh you think you're something else.
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist,
That don't impress me much."

Hurt and angry, Trish stormed across the parking lot to her rented car. *Fine, if he's not interested in me,* her thoughts trailed off as tears started streaming down her cheeks. Unable to see clearly, Trish fumbled around, trying to fit the key into the lock.
"Aw, is the little girl crying," a voice taunted behind her. Trish froze and slowly turned around.
"Shut your pie hole!" Trish snapped angrily. Uneasily, Trish peered into the darkness to see not just one, but the sillouhette of three people outlined in the shadows.
Trish turned to run, but a large person with meaty hands yanked her ankle out from under her. Pain coursing through her, Trish slowly got up, only to be met with a fist.
"That should put you on ice for awhile," Torrie sneered, as she leered down at an unconscious Trish. Opening one eye, Trish caught Torrie off guard, kicked her foot out and knocked Torrie off her feet.
"Get her Shawn!" Stacy screamed, jumping up and down. Trish backed up against the car slowly, favoring her right ankle. Wrapping his thick hands around her throat, Shawn started lifting her up off the ground. All of a sudden Stacy felt someone grab her by the hair. She let out a yelp.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size Staciak," Jeff challenged, shoving Stacy aside.
Releasing Trish, who slumped against the car, Staciak charged at Jeff. Jeff was ready for him. He grabbed Staciak in a head lock, then twisted his arm behind his back, until Staciak begged for mercy. "Say uncle," Jeff said angrily. Jeff released Staciak with a shove, who ran off bawling like a baby.
"You okay?" Jeff asked. Gently, he grasped Trish by her upper arms, and helped her up.
"Yeah," she rasped, rubbing her sore throat.
"Let me see," he requested quietly, removing her hands from her throat. Putting his finger under her chin, he titled her head to the side. Jeff could already see the black and blue bruises starting to form.
Trish could see his jaw muscles tighten, "Is it that bad? Because it sure hurts."
"Yeah it"... he trailed off as he saw the bruise forming around her right eye. Tenderly, he touched the side of her face, " Your going to have quite a shiner tomorrow," he warned gently.
"Nothing make-up can't cover," she said, attempting to be positive. She walked forward slowly, limping slightly.
Scowling, Jeff asked, "They got you good. Come on, let's get some ice on your ankle. You should probably have a doctor check you out."
"Yes dad," Trish said with a small smile. Ignoring her crack, Jeff put his arm around her waist.
"About earlier, I'm sorry."
Trish shook her head, "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have come on to you so strongly."
Jeff grinned, "Can you cook?"
"A little, why," she asked, regarding him suspiciously.
"Meet me down by the pond tomorrow at noon. I'll bring the main course. You bring the dessert."

The next morning:
Amy knocked her alarm clock off the dresser, yanking the plug out of the wall as she tossed and turned in her sleep.
Matt looked at his watch, 6:30.
"Well, we'd better go wake up Amy."
"Wha, what, if she's getting dressed?" Jeff asked uneasily.
"So we knock," Matt said with a shrug of his shoulders. Quietly, Jeff and Matt knocked on her door.
"Hey Amy-girl, are you awake?" Jeff asked.
"Maybe she's having a bad dream," Matt suggested. Sleepily, Amy rolled out of bed and stumbled to the door.
"Maybe next time you should just open the door," Amy pointed out matter-of-factly. Irritably, she ran a hand through her hair. "What time is it?"
"6:30, we need to eat a quick breakfast and then head out."
Amy sighed, "Alright, give me a few minutes. Matt and Jeff just stared at her for a couple of seconds. "What? What is it, have a grown a second head or something?"
Matt shook his head, "You're usually just so," he paused thoughtfully, "organized," Matt replied, eyeing her curiously. Amy's hair was messy and her turquoise, silk pajamas were all rumpled.
"Yeah, well, not today. I didn't sleep well last night, nightmares," she replied with a shrug.
Before the boys could say anything, Amy shut the door in their faces.
"Now, this is the Amy we know and love," Jeff joked dryly.
Matt shook his head, "No, it's her dreams, they are bothering her, but she
won't talk about it - yet," he said, a crooked grin on his face. When Amy came out a few minutes later Matt and Jeff escorted her down to breakfast then they completed a short workout of about 15 minutes. "It's always important to warm up your muscles a little before wrestling," Matt informed Amy as they walked towards their motorcycles. Uneasily, she watched as Jeff tied the helmet strap under his chin.
"Hop on," Matt said easily, as he put his own red helmet on. Amy nodded slowly, desperately searching for another mode of transportation.
"Can't we take the limo?" Amy asked. Matt looked at her, puzzled, she was practically pleading with him. Matt shook his head no, "Shane is using the Limo today, all we have are these babies," Matt said proudly, patting the body of his motorcycle. Noticing the flash of fear flit across her face, Matt reassured her, "It'll be okay, we'll be safe, I promise." Reluctantly, Amy sat down on the soft, leather seat behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, in an effort to relax. Matt gunned the engine and tore out of the parking lot after Jeff. About three quarters into the ride, Amy's arms had tightened around Matt's waist so much, that it was slightly difficult for him to breath.
"I need to breath babe," Matt said lightly. Amy slightly loosened her hold around Matt's waist. Matt reached back and gently squeezed her knee. Amy looked up and let out an ear-piercing scream. Quickly, Matt veered back into his own lane, narrowingly missing the oncoming car that had been racing towards them at breakneck speed. Ahead of Matt and Amy, Jeff, who had seen the whole thing, motioned for them to pull over. They pulled off into a deserted rest stop.
Jeff pulled off his yellow helmet. "You guys okay?" Jeff asked, frowning darkly. Amy yanked off her helmet, her red hair spilling down her back. She buried her face in Matt's back, muffling her sobs.
"Amy, are you okay?" Jeff repeated in concern. A second later she pulled back.
"I, I will be, I just had to release some of my emotions a little bit, you know?" The brothers nodded, understanding completely. Sheepishly, Amy wiped at Matt's leather bomber jacket. She had gotten it all soaked with her tears.
"Don't worry about it sweetie, it'll dry," Matt said easily. Matt turned in his seat and put his arm around her shoulders.
"You ready to go?" Matt asked tenderly, gently pushing a damp strand of hair away from her face.
"No," she said eagerly, her voice stronger. "I remember everything now!" Amy said excitedly. The boys' faces lit up. "About the accident." Their faces fell slightly. "I was riding your motorcycle, your motorcycle," Amy said, looking pointedly at Matt, "but I don't remember why," she said in frustration. "Anyway, at some point I veered over the line." Amy's voice shook slightly, her face taking on a faraway look. "A semi was barreling towards me, head on! I tried to get back on my side of the road, but a car had pulled up alongside me and I couldn't get by." Amy clenched and unclenched her fists repeatedly. "You might say I forced my way through," Amy said with a tight smile, "Their was a tiny opening between the truck and the car. I zipped through the tiny opening, but it seems that the other car dropped it's momentum slightly as I made my move," Amy said thoughtfully. "The last thing I remember was I struck my head on something hard then everything went black."
Matt and Jeff stared at Amy intently, realizing they almost lost her.
"We're just glad you're okay," Matt said softly.
"Sort of," Amy said ruefully.
"You'll get your memory back Amy," Jeff said reassuringly.
"I hope so, there's so much I want to remember but can't: like my family, memories of my childhood, the three of us together," Amy said, tears brimming in her eyes. "All I keep having are nightmares about my past - I kept dreaming the accident over and over last night, not realizing it had actually happened to me - until today."
"You seem pretty distraught, maybe we should take you back to the hotel so you can get some rest," Matt suggested doubtfully.
"I am distraught!" Amy said angrily, jumping up off the motorcycle seat, causing the bike to shake. She whirled around to face the Hardys, "I need to train though, it will help me take my mind off what's happened. Besides, I want to know what you know," Amy said determinedly.

"In my head I have dreams
I have visions of many things
Questions, longings in my mind.
Pictures fill my head
I feel so trapped instead, but
trapped doesn't seem so bad
cause you are here."

A little while later, they pulled into the parking lot and noticed an extended cab, pick-up.
"Someone else is training here too, it looks like either Steve or Mark," Jeff commented.
"Who are Steve and Mark?" Amy started to ask, but trailed off as she watched a tall guy with red hair walk towards them. Amy leaned in towards Jeff and whispered, "That's the guy I bumped into yesterday, at the hotel. He seemed to know me."
Jeff nodded, "He knows all of us, that's Mark Calloway, alias "The Undertaker."
Amy turned to him in shock, "I assumed you meant he was a wrestler, but he's an actual undertaker?" she questioned, her eyes wide. Jeff burst out laughing, while Mark came over and put his arms around Amy in a big bear hug.
"Hey, Amy, how ya doing hon? You look better than you did yesterday."
"Uh, I'm okay, thanks," Amy replied in a muffled voice, since her face was smashed against Mark's broad chest.
"See ya tonight guys," Mark said, releasing Amy. Mark gave Matt and Jeff a pat on the back as he walked by. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and headed towards his black pick-up.
"Does he always give me bone - crushing hugs like that?"
"Always," Matt replied, both Matt and Jeff breaking out in a fit of laughter. "Come on," Matt said, still chuckling, "we'd better get started." For the next couple of hours Matt and Jeff practiced with her on the right way to fall, and the basic headlock maneuver. Matt twisted Amy's arm and yanked it behind her back.
"Ouch! Hey, what was that for?" She squirmed, but was unable to break free of Matt's grip. Amy could feel his grip loosen ever so slightly.
"Reverse the hold," Matt commanded. For a second, she just stood there, having no clue to what he was talking about. Suddenly, as if on instinct, in one fluid movement Amy pressed Matt's arm up against his back.
"Wow! That was exhilarating!" Amy exclaimed.
"You caught me off guard, I didn't expect you to react that quickly," Matt said with a grin, giving her a quick hug. As Matt pulled away, Amy, savoring his touch, couldn't help but wish the hug would have lasted a little while longer.
Jeff's voice broke Amy out of her reverie, "You did great sweetie!" Jeff exclaimed, giving her a big hug. Jeff stepped back from her and looked at his watch, "Oh shoot! Shoot! I'm gonna be late!"
"Late for what?" Amy and Matt asked, curiously.
"I, uh, told Trish to meet me at the pond."
"Oh, so that's what the picnic basket on the back of your motorcycle is for," Amy said smiling.
"So, Jeffy's got a hot date," Matt teased. Jeff rolled his eyes, "I'll be back in no more than two hours. You guys can handle it until then, right?"
"Sure, in fact we'll probably be finished by then," Matt replied.
"Thanks," Jeff said gratefully. "I forgot that we were training Amy the next day when I asked her out."
"Uh, huh, I'm sure you did," Matt said with a sly grin. Amy laughed, she felt so comfortable around these guys. A sharp pain welled up in her heart because she had no memories of Matt and Jeff, and biting her lower lip, Amy managed to hold back the tears that threatened to flow.
"Okay, I'll see you guys later."
"Have fun Jeff!" Matt called after him. "Okay, ready to try another move?" Matt asked, turning to Amy. She had a faraway look on her face.
"Yoo hoo, planet Earth calling Amy," Matt said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"Huh, okay give me a new move," Amy said, a look of determination on her face.
Matt smiled and shook his head, "Whatever you say Amy-girl. "Alright, one of the moves you'll be using quite often and will need to learn is propelling yourself off the ropes. Here, let me show you," he demonstrated.
She smiled, "Pretty impressive. Let me try." Amy bounced off the ropes, heading straight for Matt. Catching her off guard, Matt grabbed her right leg, pulling it up. "Hey, what are you doing?" Amy asked indignantly. Faltering, Amy surprised herself by regaining her balance.
Matt's eyes pierced hers, "Do you remember this? You and Jeff use this move all the time." Amy nodded, but couldn't focus on what he was telling her. *Don't fall into those warm, brown eyes,* she mentally berated herself. *That's right, not the velvety, chocolate depths that probably go on forever. *Geez, was I always this mooney - eyed over Matt?*
"Amy, you're zoning on me again," Matt said impatiently.
"What? I'm sorry," Amy said, with a shake of her head. "So what am I supposed to do while you hold on to my leg, use the other one?" Amy cracked.
Matt's eyes lit up, "Exactly."
Amy stared at Matt quizzically, "Ya lost me."
He sighed, "Okay, maybe you've had enough practice for today." The next thing Matt knew, Amy's leg connected with the side of his head, knocking him flat on his back on the mat.
Amy knelt down and leaned over Matt. "Matt are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you, it just came to me all of a sudden!" Amy let out a squeal as Matt gripped her wrists and flipped her over. Chest heaving, Amy put her hands on Matt's chest, "I did it Matt, I remembered!" Amy said, her eyes shining excitedly.
"Yeah," he replied softly. Matt's body felt so warm, as if her palms would burn right through his chest. She found herself staring into his eyes, unable to utter a sound.
"Hey guys," Jeff said, sprinting into the auditorium. "I just forgot to grab the pic," he trailed off, doing a double-take. Jeff was surprised, but smiling. "It's about time," he muttered. Grabbing the picnic basket, Jeff quietly stole out of the arena.
After what seemed like forever, but was really only a few seconds, Amy cleared her throat, breaking the spell.
"We, uh, should probably get up," Amy said, averting her eyes from Matt's face. His eyes left her face as well.
"Yeah, um, I guess so." Somewhat uncomfortable and uncertain of this new twist in their relationship, Amy opted for the easy way out. "I think we'd better call it a day," Amy suggested casually.
"Oh, okay." Matt frowned and stuck his hands in his pockets. *What can I do, beg her to stay? Ask her out* He shook his head, *Nah, she's not ready. I don't think she feels comfortable enough around me to have a relationship like that.* For him the next thought was chilling, *Will she ever be ready?*

"Ooh, baby baby, tell me there's a chance for me
Cause I'm crazy about you
and I know this is love for me."

Meanwhile:
Jeff hopped off his motorcycle, unstrapped the picnic basket and hurriedly made his way down the trail. Smiling and whistling to himself, Jeff knew Trish was here, he had seen her car. When he reached the bottom of the trail, he saw Trish sitting at the water's edge.
Resuming his whistling, he started towards her. Jeff stopped and turned abruptly when he heard Trish cry out, "Eric!" She ran towards the young man. He held out his arms, as she fell into them, hugging him tightly. The smile abruptly leaving Jeff's face, he straightened his shoulders, turned on his heel and left.