Disclaimer: All of the people in this story are owned by Vince McMahon and the WWF, they are not mine, except for Eric.

My twist on some fairly recent events that happened on Raw and
Smackdown.

The song, "Why They Call it Falling," is by Lee Ann Womack and is not mine.

Chapter 6: Why They Call it Falling

Jeff walked slowly back up the trail. He heaved a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair. *I should never have trusted her! After all that I've heard... stupid, stupid, stupid!* Angrily, Jeff hopped on his bike, tugged on his helmet and roared off.
Trish looked at her watch, 12:15. "Jeff should have gotten here by now," Trish exclaimed worriedly. "I hope everything is okay, and that he gets here soon. I want Jeff to meet my big brother," Trish said happily, giving Eric a squeeze.

Thirty minutes later, back at the hotel:
"Oh, hey Jeff, back so soon?"
"It didn't really work out," Jeff said with a shrug.
"Oh, I'm sorry things didn't work out between you and Trish," Matt said sympathetically.
"Yeah, so am I, but there's no sense in dwelling on it," Jeff said casually. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Matt knew better. It was hurting Jeff more than he let on. Jeff wasn't always that great at hiding his emotions, but Matt could tell he didn't really feel like discussing it at the moment. *I wonder what happened between them?* Matt wondered.
Shortly after Jeff got back, Trish worriedly rushed into the hotel looking for the Hardys or Amy. She found Matt sitting out on the patio at the back of the hotel restaurant.
Breathlessly, she asked Matt, "Have you seen Jeff?
"Yeah, about half an hour ago, why?" She frowned and put her hands on her hips.
"I waited for Jeff to show up for half an hour," she exclaimed angrily.
"Jeff stood you up?" Matt asked in disbelief. Matt knew something big must have happened for Jeff to stand Trish up. *He would never do that to a girl.*
"It sounds like you guys need to talk. I honestly don't know where Jeff is, but last time I saw him he was headed towards the pool."
Trish found Jeff doing swimming laps in the pool.
"Jeff, I need to talk to you!" Trish yelled. Hearing someone call his name, Jeff stopped.
"Oh hey Trish," Jeff said airily, stopping to pause for breath.
"What's wrong with you? You know, you were much nicer last night."
"Yeah, well, maybe that's before I found out you had a boyfriend," Jeff shot back.
"What are you talking about?" Trish asked in confusion.
"That guy you were with this morning, I should have known what everyone says about you is true!" Jeff spat out.
Trish doubled over in laughter, "You thought he was my boyfriend?!"
"Well, yeah," Jeff said with a frown as he slowly climbed out of the pool.
"I wanted to introduce you to my brother, Eric," Trish said quietly, the laughter no longer in her voice.
"Oh," Jeff said, his face reddening.
"What do people say about me?" Trish asked, frowning.
"Oh, it's just all talk," Jeff replied casually, in an attempt to avoid the issue.
"Apparently, that's not what you thought," Trish pointed out, putting her hands on her hips. Jeff sighed and pulled his towel off the beach chair, "People are always saying that you love'em and leave'em."
"Did you go into our date thinking that?" Trish demanded. Slinging the slightly damp towel over his shoulders, Jeff couldn't look her in the eye, but she could still see the guilt hiding there.
She shook her head in disbelief, "Of all people, I least expected this from you."
"Trish I,"...
"Maybe you shouldn't believe everything you hear!" she cried, pushing him into the pool.

"It's like a knife through the heart
when it all comes apart."

Jeff bobbed to the surface.
"I'm sorry," Jeff whispered sorrowfully. Jeff climbed slowly out of the pool, lost in thought as he rung the sopping wet towel out, as well as his hair. For the next few days Jeff didn't see hide nor hair of Trish, who was doing her best to keep out of Jeff Hardy's 'line of fire,' as she had put it to Amy.
As the next few days progressed, Amy steadily improved, thanks to Matt and Jeff's training. It had been exactly a week since Amy had been in the accident, but she hadn't had any more memory flashbacks since the day she had begun training with Matt and Jeff, which worried her. She remembered Matt's comforting words, " 'They will come when you least expect it.' " Amy headed to the arena, when her mind switched gears. Sure enough, more images flooded into her brain: a middle-aged woman with brown hair that looked strangely enough- just like Amy! A flash of red vinyl or leather appeared in her mind when she was partners with- Essa Rios. She closed her eyes for a second and saw the image of Matt and Jeff pulling her out of the ring after Essa had injured her. *That was the beginning of our partnership in the WWF!* Amy thought excitedly. *I just know it, I can feel it!* A picture of Matt wearing nothing but a championship belt floated into her mind. *Okay, now where did that come from!* Amy thought, her face flushing with embarrassment. *I have to tell the guys!* she thought excitedly. *On second thought, maybe I'd better not mention that last memory. They might think I was there or something. Wait a second, I wasn't there though, right?!* Amy thought frantically. Pushing her erratic thoughts to the back of her mind, Amy turned and raced back towards the hotel.
"Guys!" she exclaimed excitedly, running down the hallway. Amy stopped suddenly, thinking she heard Jeff's voice.
"Amy is in no danger of losing her job now, right?" Jeff asked hopefully.
"If she is doing as well as you both say she is, then no." Matt and Jeff exchanged smiles.
"Good. Vince, concerning Amy's accident, do you think it's possible it wasn't really an accident, that perhaps someone was making an attempt on Amy's life?" Matt pressed, leaning forward over Vince's desk.
Amy couldn't comprehend what she had just heard. For her, all their voices grew fainter and slowed down. *I would have lost my job because of the amnesia. I trusted Matt and Jeff, and yet they never told me! What would have happened if I wouldn't have remembered a thing and didn't re-master the moves! Oh, sorry, you're not cut out for the business, sayonara. I'd be cut loose like a dog from a chain, with no understanding of why I lost my job or anything. Then what?! Apparently, wrestling is all I know, my life.* Dazed and confused, Amy slowly walked down the hall.
Vince saw a shadow pass by the open doorway. "Boys, I think someone might be out there, eavesdropping. Check it out would you?" he requested. Matt and Jeff nodded and peeked their heads out of the doorway.
"We don't see anyone," Jeff announced.
"Just the same, I'd feel better if you checked the surrounding corridors," Vince pushed. Matt shrugged his shoulders, "Sure, no problem."
Amy rounded the corner and stiffened almost immediately at the sound of Stacy and Torrie's voices further down the hall. As she neared the end of the hallway, Amy realized that the voices were coming from the television set above her. Curiously, she looked up and carefully watched the scene playing out before her. Torrie leaned over and brushed a kiss on Jeff's cheek. "What the," Amy muttered. She trailed off though, and her eyes narrowed as the camera zoomed in on Stacy and Matt. Stacy kissed Matt on the lips and he responded! Amy wanted to cry, wail, scream, whatever, but nothing would come out. Her heart plummeting into her stomach, she slowly turned around - right into Matt and Jeff! Fists clenched at her sides, Amy hissed, "How could you?! I can't believe both of you knew, yet you never said a word! I very well could have lost my job, and then what! Now I feel like a first class fool!"
Both Matt and Jeff hung their heads in shame, "Amy, we were just trying to protect you," Jeff said pleadingly. "We realize now, that was a mistake."
"You're darn right!"
Turning to Matt, Amy questioned accusingly, " I thought you and Stacy were not a couple?"
"We're, we're not," Matt stammered, "It's just a story line."
"What are you talking about?" Amy asked angrily. "You kissed her back!" Amy cried, poking a finger in his chest.
"It, it was involuntary," Matt said helplessly.
"Yeah right," Amy muttered. "I trusted you." In that moment, all of Amy's defenses crashed down around her and Matt could see Amy's heart breaking in her eyes.
"Amy," Matt said softly, reaching out to touch her arm.
"Don't touch me!" Amy cried, slapping his arm away. "I trusted you!" What happened next happened so fast, yet seemed to go in slow motion, Amy's hand connected with Matt's cheek in a resounding slap.

"It's like someone takes a pin to your balloon.
It's a hole, it's a cave.
It's kinda like a grave.
Why they call it falling, now I know."

Amy jammed the headset onto her ears and pushed the play button. She started laying into the straw and fabric dummy standing before her. As Led Zeppelin's song, "Whole Lotta Love," blared through the headphones, her anger and adrenaline roared and the next thing she knew, the dummy's head flew off. "Whoops!" Amy let out a small gasp and walked over to the corner of the exercise room to retrieve the head.
"Looks like you gave it a splitting headache," a young woman's voice said jokingly behind her. Amy straightened up and looked at her. "You know, we could really use a girl like you on our team." Amy stared at her blankly, "Huh?"
"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Stephanie McMahon."