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Chapter 10: For the Love of Amy
Amy raced down the ramp, along with Stephanie and Shawn, a bright smile plastered on her face. Dressed in her blue, flame tank top and shiny blue pants, she stood outside the ring with Stephanie. Matt and Jeff looked at Amy with sad but uncertain eyes. Unable to look them in the eyes, especially Matt, Amy thought to herself, *I'm glad Shawn is slated to go first. I, I can't fight them yet, maybe not ever!* Amy felt herself grow weak in the knees as she watched Shawn climb into the ring, knowing her time would come soon enough.
"Wait!" Stephanie cried out, raising up her hand. Shawn stopped, obediently waiting her next command.
"Amy, get in the ring and fight Matt first!" Stephanie demanded cruelly.
Amy jerked her head up, "What?! I thought Shawn was fighting Matt?" Amy questioned, panic stricken.
"Ladies first," Stephanie replied sweetly, a twisted smile marring her face. Reluctantly, Amy ducked under the ropes. Matt's eyes widened as he saw Amy step into the ring.
"No way, I refuse to fight her!" Matt exclaimed, shaking his head emphatically.
"Matt, one of us has to and you're the first on the card. Just do what you must, in order to stay in the match, but nothing more," Jeff said urgently. With that, Jeff gave him a shove, pushing him into the ring.
*Now is my chance, I have to let them know!* Amy thought with determination. Amy and Matt circled each other, ready to grapple. Matt looked into her eyes as she stared into his own, almost as if they were burning a hole right through him. *She knows!* he thought, a surge of hope whipping through his agonizing heart. Amy charged at Matt, putting him in a headlock. He pulled out of it at the same time she released him. Matt smiled, his Amy was back. Jeff looked on curiously, knowing something strange was going on. Watching them carefully, Jeff sighed in frustration, *I just can't put my finger on it.*
Amy rushed towards Matt and brought her foot up. He grabbed her leg. They seemed to be frozen in time, with no regard to the people around them. Amy stared at him hard, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Do it," Matt whispered, "do what you have to." Suddenly, the explosion of noise came rushing back at them. Amy could hear Stephanie screeching in the distance, "Come on, hit him!" Steph pounded the mat furiously.
"It's okay Ames," he said gently, resisting the temptation to caress her face. Squeezing her eyes shut so tight they hurt, she kicked Matt in the head, sending him sprawling to the mat. With a heavy heart, Amy slowly climbed up onto the turnbuckle to land the moonsault on Matt.
"Amy, what are you doing?" Jeff yelled at her in disbelief. She looked mournfully at Jeff, "I'm sorry," she mouthed softly.
Jeff shook his head, perplexed, "I can't let you do this Amy." And with that, he shoved her off the turnbuckle. She fell forward, taking a hard hit to the back, as she slammed onto the mat. Matt slowly started to get up.
"Jeff what did you do that for?!" he exclaimed angrily, scrambling over to Amy.
"Matt I had to, she was going to do the moonsault on you." Jeff sighed, running a hand through his blond hair. He was caught between both worlds: Amy, who he loved like a sister, and Matt, not just a brother but his best friend as well. Groaning, Amy punched Matt in the stomach, then struggled to a standing position. Out of the corner of his eye, a hunched over Matt saw Trish racing down the ramp towards them. "Finally," Amy muttered under her breath, blowing a wisp of hair out of her face. Suddenly, she felt her feet being swept out from under her. She looked up from the floor into the leering face of Matt Hardy. Breathing heavily, he glistened with sweat. Jeff's eyes widened in disbelief, *I thought Matt refused to fight her.* Matt leaned in so close to Amy's face, he was a hairs breadth away from kissing her.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Amy asked fearfully. Matt whirled around, delivering a wicked punch to Shawn. Then both she and Jeff realized it simultaneously, Matt had been protecting her from Shawn, who had come barreling towards her. Amy's secret was out, Steph and Shawn knew that she was just playing them. Seeing that Matt and Amy were okay, Trish raced around the ring straight for Stephanie. Grabbing a hold of Steph's hair, she dragged her into the ring, "You little witch!" she exclaimed.
"What are you talking about?" Stephanie demanded.
Trish bulldogged her, "You know exactly what I'm talking about, you were part of the scheme to beat me up and kill Amy!"
Visibly cowering in front of Trish, Stephanie argued, "But it wasn't my idea, it was Stacy's." Trish looked up to see a few men in blue striding towards them.
"Tell it to the police," Trish glared, "when you wake up!" Trish grabbed Steph around the neck and did the Twist of Fate on her.
She stared at the police officers, "I love a man in uniform," Trish said appreciatively.
Jeff stared at her from across the ring, "Where did you learn that?" he asked in surprise.
"Last week, Amy taught me," Trish replied proudly.
"She taught you well," Matt said approvingly, winking at Amy. Amy just blushed and smiled softly.
Trish sashayed over to Jeff, and stopped short, just in front of the ropes.
She grabbed the orange netting of his shirt and said, "This is payback." Trish pulled Jeff towards her and passionately pressed her lips to his. Jeff brought his arms over the ropes and around her waist, pulling Trish even closer as he responded to her kiss. The audience cheered and clapped, loving it. Finally, Trish broke away, leaving them both breathless. "We'll talk later," she whispered to Jeff. Trish slid out of the ring and with her head held high, she sauntered back up the exit ramp.
* If that's payback, revenge will be sweet,* Jeff thought with a grin. The audience looked on the scene in awe as Jeff, Amy and Matt climbed down and strode over to the police officers.
Stephanie was already cuffed, and Amy heard the police officer droning out her rights, " You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney..."
"Who do you think you are? Do you realized who I am? I'm Stephanie McMahon, Vince Mc..."
"It doesn't matter who you are Princess!" Chris exclaimed gleefully, coming up to the group.
Stephanie's jaw dropped, "How dare you Jericho!" she seethed.
"Hey, you know what Steph, I never realized how little your mouth is. It seems to be the only thing that seems to be small on your body anymore," he casually commented.
"I'll have you know Jericho it's the new water bra!" she screamed after his retreating form.
"Yeah right," he muttered to himself.
The second cop handcuffed a very shocked Stasiak and read him his rights.
"What's going on?" Matt and Jeff asked, confused.
"It's a long story," Amy replied, smiling tiredly.
"That will have to wait a while Ms. Dumas," a voice said from behind her. Startled, Amy instinctively reached for Matt's hand. A little surprised, he squeezed her hand warmly. His eyes followed where Jericho had retreated to, *I am a bit surprised that Chris didn't stay out here to make sure she was okay,* he thought, frowning.
"We need you to come down to the police station to give a full report."
Amy nodded numbly. Seeing her white face, Matt spoke up, "We'll go with you."
"I'm afraid that isn't possible," the second policeman stated. Jeff frowned, clenching his fists at his sides.
"It's okay guys," Amy said, placing a calming hand on Jeff's forearm.
Before Amy could continue, Stephanie spoke up, "This was all a ruse wasn't it? You played me from the beginning Amy Dumas!" Stephanie whispered, venom in her voice.
"No, not really. Not in the beginning. I had no clue as to who you were, other than what Matt and Jeff had told me about you. All I knew was that you were Vince McMahon's daughter."
"I don't believe you, no one plays me for a sucker, not anyone," she hissed.
Amy shrugged, "Fine, suit yourself, but maybe you've already been played for a sucker," Amy finished quietly as the policemen led her and Stasiak away. Hearing Amy's parting comment, deep down, Stephanie knew she was right.
Thanks you all for your reviews, I love the feedback and encouragement! It's greatly appreciated.
A special thanks to my sister, my critic/proof-reader, who patiently puts up with me and reads all my stuff. :)
If anyone would like to use my story, please ask me first, thanks.
Chapter 10: For the Love of Amy
Amy raced down the ramp, along with Stephanie and Shawn, a bright smile plastered on her face. Dressed in her blue, flame tank top and shiny blue pants, she stood outside the ring with Stephanie. Matt and Jeff looked at Amy with sad but uncertain eyes. Unable to look them in the eyes, especially Matt, Amy thought to herself, *I'm glad Shawn is slated to go first. I, I can't fight them yet, maybe not ever!* Amy felt herself grow weak in the knees as she watched Shawn climb into the ring, knowing her time would come soon enough.
"Wait!" Stephanie cried out, raising up her hand. Shawn stopped, obediently waiting her next command.
"Amy, get in the ring and fight Matt first!" Stephanie demanded cruelly.
Amy jerked her head up, "What?! I thought Shawn was fighting Matt?" Amy questioned, panic stricken.
"Ladies first," Stephanie replied sweetly, a twisted smile marring her face. Reluctantly, Amy ducked under the ropes. Matt's eyes widened as he saw Amy step into the ring.
"No way, I refuse to fight her!" Matt exclaimed, shaking his head emphatically.
"Matt, one of us has to and you're the first on the card. Just do what you must, in order to stay in the match, but nothing more," Jeff said urgently. With that, Jeff gave him a shove, pushing him into the ring.
*Now is my chance, I have to let them know!* Amy thought with determination. Amy and Matt circled each other, ready to grapple. Matt looked into her eyes as she stared into his own, almost as if they were burning a hole right through him. *She knows!* he thought, a surge of hope whipping through his agonizing heart. Amy charged at Matt, putting him in a headlock. He pulled out of it at the same time she released him. Matt smiled, his Amy was back. Jeff looked on curiously, knowing something strange was going on. Watching them carefully, Jeff sighed in frustration, *I just can't put my finger on it.*
Amy rushed towards Matt and brought her foot up. He grabbed her leg. They seemed to be frozen in time, with no regard to the people around them. Amy stared at him hard, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Do it," Matt whispered, "do what you have to." Suddenly, the explosion of noise came rushing back at them. Amy could hear Stephanie screeching in the distance, "Come on, hit him!" Steph pounded the mat furiously.
"It's okay Ames," he said gently, resisting the temptation to caress her face. Squeezing her eyes shut so tight they hurt, she kicked Matt in the head, sending him sprawling to the mat. With a heavy heart, Amy slowly climbed up onto the turnbuckle to land the moonsault on Matt.
"Amy, what are you doing?" Jeff yelled at her in disbelief. She looked mournfully at Jeff, "I'm sorry," she mouthed softly.
Jeff shook his head, perplexed, "I can't let you do this Amy." And with that, he shoved her off the turnbuckle. She fell forward, taking a hard hit to the back, as she slammed onto the mat. Matt slowly started to get up.
"Jeff what did you do that for?!" he exclaimed angrily, scrambling over to Amy.
"Matt I had to, she was going to do the moonsault on you." Jeff sighed, running a hand through his blond hair. He was caught between both worlds: Amy, who he loved like a sister, and Matt, not just a brother but his best friend as well. Groaning, Amy punched Matt in the stomach, then struggled to a standing position. Out of the corner of his eye, a hunched over Matt saw Trish racing down the ramp towards them. "Finally," Amy muttered under her breath, blowing a wisp of hair out of her face. Suddenly, she felt her feet being swept out from under her. She looked up from the floor into the leering face of Matt Hardy. Breathing heavily, he glistened with sweat. Jeff's eyes widened in disbelief, *I thought Matt refused to fight her.* Matt leaned in so close to Amy's face, he was a hairs breadth away from kissing her.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Amy asked fearfully. Matt whirled around, delivering a wicked punch to Shawn. Then both she and Jeff realized it simultaneously, Matt had been protecting her from Shawn, who had come barreling towards her. Amy's secret was out, Steph and Shawn knew that she was just playing them. Seeing that Matt and Amy were okay, Trish raced around the ring straight for Stephanie. Grabbing a hold of Steph's hair, she dragged her into the ring, "You little witch!" she exclaimed.
"What are you talking about?" Stephanie demanded.
Trish bulldogged her, "You know exactly what I'm talking about, you were part of the scheme to beat me up and kill Amy!"
Visibly cowering in front of Trish, Stephanie argued, "But it wasn't my idea, it was Stacy's." Trish looked up to see a few men in blue striding towards them.
"Tell it to the police," Trish glared, "when you wake up!" Trish grabbed Steph around the neck and did the Twist of Fate on her.
She stared at the police officers, "I love a man in uniform," Trish said appreciatively.
Jeff stared at her from across the ring, "Where did you learn that?" he asked in surprise.
"Last week, Amy taught me," Trish replied proudly.
"She taught you well," Matt said approvingly, winking at Amy. Amy just blushed and smiled softly.
Trish sashayed over to Jeff, and stopped short, just in front of the ropes.
She grabbed the orange netting of his shirt and said, "This is payback." Trish pulled Jeff towards her and passionately pressed her lips to his. Jeff brought his arms over the ropes and around her waist, pulling Trish even closer as he responded to her kiss. The audience cheered and clapped, loving it. Finally, Trish broke away, leaving them both breathless. "We'll talk later," she whispered to Jeff. Trish slid out of the ring and with her head held high, she sauntered back up the exit ramp.
* If that's payback, revenge will be sweet,* Jeff thought with a grin. The audience looked on the scene in awe as Jeff, Amy and Matt climbed down and strode over to the police officers.
Stephanie was already cuffed, and Amy heard the police officer droning out her rights, " You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney..."
"Who do you think you are? Do you realized who I am? I'm Stephanie McMahon, Vince Mc..."
"It doesn't matter who you are Princess!" Chris exclaimed gleefully, coming up to the group.
Stephanie's jaw dropped, "How dare you Jericho!" she seethed.
"Hey, you know what Steph, I never realized how little your mouth is. It seems to be the only thing that seems to be small on your body anymore," he casually commented.
"I'll have you know Jericho it's the new water bra!" she screamed after his retreating form.
"Yeah right," he muttered to himself.
The second cop handcuffed a very shocked Stasiak and read him his rights.
"What's going on?" Matt and Jeff asked, confused.
"It's a long story," Amy replied, smiling tiredly.
"That will have to wait a while Ms. Dumas," a voice said from behind her. Startled, Amy instinctively reached for Matt's hand. A little surprised, he squeezed her hand warmly. His eyes followed where Jericho had retreated to, *I am a bit surprised that Chris didn't stay out here to make sure she was okay,* he thought, frowning.
"We need you to come down to the police station to give a full report."
Amy nodded numbly. Seeing her white face, Matt spoke up, "We'll go with you."
"I'm afraid that isn't possible," the second policeman stated. Jeff frowned, clenching his fists at his sides.
"It's okay guys," Amy said, placing a calming hand on Jeff's forearm.
Before Amy could continue, Stephanie spoke up, "This was all a ruse wasn't it? You played me from the beginning Amy Dumas!" Stephanie whispered, venom in her voice.
"No, not really. Not in the beginning. I had no clue as to who you were, other than what Matt and Jeff had told me about you. All I knew was that you were Vince McMahon's daughter."
"I don't believe you, no one plays me for a sucker, not anyone," she hissed.
Amy shrugged, "Fine, suit yourself, but maybe you've already been played for a sucker," Amy finished quietly as the policemen led her and Stasiak away. Hearing Amy's parting comment, deep down, Stephanie knew she was right.
