Disclaimer: I do not own the WWF or its wrestlers.
The song, "More Than A Woman," is by the Bee Gees and is not mine.
If you would like to use this story, please ask first, thanks.
Chapter 11: Ooga Booga
Scrambling back up, Chris reassured a shaken Stephanie, "I'm okay, the Jaguar - I think something hit it."
Hearing the bewilderment in his voice, Stephanie asked, baffled, "You mean as in a weapon?"
"Yeah, maybe," Chris replied, chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip. The possibility of another human being on the island was becoming more real. It was frightening yet exciting. The question uppermost in Chris's mind was, *Is it friend or foe?* Suddenly, something whooshed by his ear. *I think I've found the answer,* he thought dizzily. Chris's steps faltered as he struggled to plant Steph firmly on her feet.
Tightening her grip around his neck, Stephanie asked worriedly, "Chris, what's wrong?"
"I, I don't feel so good, my neck hurts." His tingling fingers fumbled around his neck until they met with a piece of wood and feathers. *A poisonous dart!* "St, Stephanie run!"
"Why?" she asked fearfully, her hands traveling to his face. She gasped, seeing the outline of the dart in the shadows of nightfall.
Desperately, she tugged on the dart, but to no avail.
"Just go, they may have killed the hunter, but now we are the hunted," he slurred.
"No, no, I won't leave you!" she cried, tugging on his hand. "We have to get out of here!" Everything went black as a heavy weight descended upon her.
"Oh," Stephanie groaned, involuntarily attempting to move her hands to her head. Finding that impossible, Stephanie's eyes snapped open. Whipping her head around, she discovered that her hands were bound tightly behind her back. *How dare they hold me prisoner, I'm Stephanie McM.. * Her jaw dropped as she noticed approximately twenty people dancing around a bonfire. In the center of it sat an enormous black kettle, nearly boiling over with hot water. The pounding in her ears was incessant, her vision swimming. *It must be my head, maybe I have a concussion or something,* but she had this sinking feeling that it was more than that. Straining her eyes to see, she noticed several more scantily clad figures pounding on what looked like to be homemade drums, in the distance. *They must be some kind of tribe. I wonder where that Jaguar they killed is?* She turned her head and barely swallowed the scream rising in her throat - across from her was the skin and head of the animal stretched across two vertical wooden poles. Stephanie closed her eyes, turning her head in the other direction. Taking a deep breath, Steph opened her eyes, only to see a lifeless Chris tied to a wooden pole across from her. Fear seized her heart, her mind paralyzed. Stephanie heaved a deep sigh of relief as she saw the slight rise and fall of Chris's chest. *Thank goodness he's alive. Unconscious, but alive,* she thought gratefully. Stephanie hooded her eyes, keeping them open only slightly, so she could keep an eye on the tribesmen while she thought of a plan to get her and Chris out of there.
All of a sudden, she felt hands grab her roughly from behind. "Hey!" Stephanie started to exclaim indignantly. A hand clapped over her mouth, "Be quiet, I'm trying to help you," the voice whispered harshly.
Stephanie nodded and almost immediately felt the pressure release from her mouth. "We have to help Chris," Stephanie pleaded despondently, "he's unconscious."
Stephanie thought she heard the apparent rescuer swear quietly, "I'm going to need your help, we have to do this fast."
Stephanie nodded, "Okay." She could feel the stranger work at Stephanie's well done knots.
"I will untie your friend from behind, when he falls forward, catch him and we will make a run for it."
Stephanie stared blankly into the darkness, having yet to see their rescuer, "that's it?"
"You have a better idea?" the figure hissed.
"Fine, fine, geez," Steph muttered under her breath as she quietly got down. Unnoticed, Steph tip-toed over to Chris. Stephanie caught Chris as he fell forward, *uh, he's heavy,* she thought, straining under his weight.
"Let's move it," the shadowy figure commanded.
Stephanie jumped, "Okay, okay, what a great bedside manner you have," Stephanie commented sarcastically.
"Now is not the time for pleasantries," the stranger replied tartly. A clamor rose up among the tribesmen as they spotted Stephanie.
"We have to get out of here, now! I will hold them off, help your friend."
"But, will you be able to get out alright?" Stephanie questioned hesitantly.
"Just go!" their rescuer commanded. Afraid to argue any further, Stephanie put her arm around Chris's waist as she hoisted his limp arm over her shoulder. It was slow going, but the distant noise of the tribe slowly faded away. *I wonder if our friend is okay,* Stephanie thought sadly.
"Good, you got away alright. I was concerned you wouldn't be able to handle his weight."
"You made it," Stephanie said happily, looking upward where the voice had come from.
"I have my own arsenal," the mysterious stranger replied shortly. Jumping down from the trees, the stranger landed directly in front of Stephanie. The moonlight filtered through the trees, exposing the face of Stephanie and Chris's rescuer.
"You're a girl!" Stephanie exclaimed in shock.
"Last time I checked," she said dryly, a wry smile on her face.
"How did you do that?" Stephanie asked, in awe.
"Do what?"
"Jump from the trees and land on your feet without breaking any bones?"
"Practice." With that, she turned on her heel.
Stephanie just stood there, her mouth hanging open.
"Well, do you want me to help your friend or not?" the woman asked, turning around.
"Oh yes please, can you help Chris?"
"They just knocked him out with an animal tranquilizer. Just be glad they didn't use the spear gun on your friend, like they did the jaguar, since you were both going to become the main course for our dear friends," she said sarcastically.
"Cannibals?!" Stephanie asked, wide - eyed.
"I believe you Americans also use the term head - hunters," she replied calmly.
Stephanie was in such shock she didn't even notice the clearing they came to - in which stood the treehouse. The woman stared up longingly at the treehouse, knowing that was the safest place for them to be, but this Chris person was in no condition to walk let alone climb.
"I guess we will be camping out tonight," she said as cheerfully as she could.
Coming out of her stupor, Stephanie asked, "You mean this is your treehouse?"
"Yes. I knew you and Chris," she said reluctantly, "were staying here, but I didn't mind, since I was exploring. I don't care for the fact that you broke a section of my railing though," she replied rather bluntly, her gaze piercing Stephanie's.
Angrily, Stephanie retorted, "Well, it's not like I was intentionally trying to trash your treehouse. Whoa, wait a minute, that means you've been watching us." Thinking back to what Chris said a few days ago, Stephanie asked, "That bear, he's yours isn't he?"
She nodded, "Yes, he's been keeping an eye on you. I would not have found you guys if it wasn't for Blinky." At the mention of his name, Blinky came lumbering towards the group.
Steph took a step back in fear.
The woman rolled her eyes, "He won't hurt you, he's my only friend out here - and protector," she added fondly.
As Stephanie reached out to touch his velvety nose, she whispered to herself, "Chris was right, we weren't alone at all."
Changing the subject, Stephanie asked inquisitively, "What are you, Scottish, Irish? I've been wondering about your brogue?" Steph asked out of the blue.
"Do not confuse the Scotts with the Irish. I am Irish thank you very much," she replied stiffly. "Name's Mariah."
The woman sat down and pulled the limp Chris from Steph's reluctant arms.
"Chris saved me, several times," Stephanie said quietly.
"I know, surprised me since you both seemed to fight so much. I can see why you would fall for him though, he has an excellent body," Mariah said off - handedly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Stephanie looked up to meet Mariah's eyes and gasped in surprise. Steph felt a wave of indignation and jealously sweep over her. *She had better not try to make any moves on him.* Stonily, Steph corrected herself, *Jericho's a big boy, he can take care of himself.*
Stephanie looked down in surprise as a groan came from the injured Chris. "You're awake," she replied softly, her finger tips grazing his face.
"Steph?" he asked quietly, licking his lips.
"Where are.." Chris stopped as he felt a cool hand on his forehead. "Who.."
"You were right, there was someone else on this island."
He smiled, "Good, finally you admitted I was right about something." His eyes closed.
Stephanie looked up at Mariah, anxiety flicking across her face,
"Will Chris be alright?"
Mariah nodded, "He will be fine. All he needs is rest. Right now it is the best thing for him, until the drug wears off." Hesitantly, Steph wearily lied down, warily eyeing Chris's head in Mariah's lap.
She sighed as her eyes closed in slumber.
Stephanie smiled as Chris wound his arms around her waist. His hands slid down to her hips, barely touching her sarong, as they danced in the firelight. She slipped her arms around his neck, as his hands moved up her back, touching her baby blue halter top, finally resting on her neck. Pulling her body close to his, he cradled her face in his hands...
15 minutes to showtime:
Nervously, Matt turned the CD over in his hands.
A hand clapped him on the shoulder, "You ready for the match tonight bro?"
Matt nearly jumped a mile, quickly hiding the CD behind his back. "Hey, what have you got there Matt?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Uh, nothing," Matt replied, playing dumb.
"Uh uh, I know better," Jeff responded waggling a finger at Matt.
"Hey man, you ready for the big show tonight?" Adam asked with a wink, as he entered the locker room.
"Uh, ready as I'll ever be I guess," Matt swallowed nervously.
"You'll do great with Amy - as long as you don't sing Matty," Jeff said seriously. "Besides, I'm so going to kick your butt tonight," Jeff replied grinning.
"Well I'm glad you're so enthusiastic," Matt replied sarcastically, glaring at his baby brother.
"Alright guys, cut it out," Adam commanded, stepping in between the brothers. "Just go out there, do what you have to do and most importantly, have fun!"
"Sure thing - coach," Jeff responded. He did a mock salute and turned on his heel.
Once Adam was sure Jeff was out of earshot, he said in a low tone of voice, "Don't worry man, you'll do fine. Just remember what I taught you."
Matt nodded nervously, "I'll do my best."
Jeff burst through the curtain, totally psyched. He did his little dance then raced towards the ramp, flipping over the rope. The crowd roared their approval, loving it. The lights went down and the brother's music started up once more - as Matt made his way out. The crowd's response was just as hyped, except they were booing Matt. *Well, that's all about to change,* he thought. Matt stepped into the ring, and grabbed the microphone. He nodded his head ever so slightly, to the media guy in the booth up above. The audience, now silent, eagerly anticipated what he was about to say.
"Lita, I'm sorry I hurt you. I love you babe, and I'm going to prove it to you," he finished with determination. The audience, surprised, listened with rapt attention.
Meanwhile:
Amy was just pulling her aqua and black referee shirt over her black bra when she heard someone - singing?! She stopped and stared hard at the television screen, "Matt?" she questioned in disbelief.
"Oh, girl, I've known you very well.
I've seen you growing everyday.
I never really looked before
but now you take my breath away.
Suddenly you're in my life,
part of everything I do.
You got me working day and night
just trying to keep a hold on you.
Here in your arms I found my paradise,
my only chance for happiness.
And if I lose you now I think I would die.
Oh, say you'll always be my baby,
we can make it shine,
we can take forever,
just a minute at a time."
Amy clutched her shirt to her chest, tears in her eyes, as she watched Matt croon into the microphone. Wiping the back of her hand against her eyes, she started to laugh at his slightly off key tone of voice. Lita's music erupted as she raced down the ramp towards the ring, "Matt, what are you doing?!" Amy yelled as she scrambled into the ring.
"I'm apologizing for being a big jerk," he stated. Matt resumed singing as Jeff, who stood in the background, made a face and covered his ears.
"More than a woman,
more than a woman to me.
More than a woman,
more than a woman to me."
"Matt, would you stop. I forgive you, alright." Pushing the mic away from his face, she cradled his face in her hands and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. The audience was floored by this unexpected turn of events.
"Alright then, this means I have one more thing to do." Matt grabbed the mic one more time and sang the final bar of the song:
"Oooh
There are stories old and true
of people so in love like you and me.
And I can see myself,
let history repeat itself.
Reflecting how I feel for you,
thinking about those people ,
then I know that in a thousand years
I'd fall in love with you again.
This is the only way that we should fly,
this is the only way to go,
and if I lose you I know I would die.
Oh, say you'll always be my baby,
we can make it shine,
we can take forever,
just a minute at a time."
He knelt down on one knee, "Am.. I mean Lita will you marry me?" The audience grew quiet, shocked by what Matt had just asked. The shock of the audience was mirrored on Amy's face. *Okay, okay, this is just part of the storyline and for some stupid reason, Matt failed to tell me. Note to self: remind me to kill him.* The audience waited with baited breath:
"Sure okay," Amy nodded casually.
Matt moved the mic away from his mouth for just a fraction of a second, "Amy, I'm serious, I want to marry you."
She clapped a hand to her mouth, "Oh my gosh, you are serious!" She could see it in his eyes.
"I, I don't know what to say," Amy replied, flabber-gasted.
"Just say yes," Matt said, smiling.
"Yes, oh yes!" She knelt down and wrapped her arms around Matt. The audience stood up, their thundering applause reverberating throughout the whole stadium.
"Oh I wish my boyfriend would sing to me like that," a young woman crooned, swooning back against her presumed boyfriend, who didn't look overly pleased.
"Oh no you don't," Jeff replied, turning around and leaning over the ropes, "not if he sounds like Matt." Amy pulled back, tears shining in her eyes, as they both moved to stand.
"I can't believe you did this! Was this Vince's idea?"
"Well, kind of..." he trailed off, as Vince's music came on.
All three turned to see Vince running at breakneck speed towards them.
"What are you doing? You were supposed to propose to Amy, then send her to the back while you and Jeff slug it out."
"I'm not fighting with Jeff, I'm making up with him instead," Matt replied firmly. "It's what the fans want."
"Send me to the back?!" Amy responded indignantly. "I'm not his doting wife - yet," Amy replied, a slight smile lighting up her face.
"How do you know it's what they want?" Vince demanded.
"Maybe you should search the web more Vance," the Rock stated casually, coming up behind Vince.
"Matt's right," Jeff stated soberly, coming up behind Matt and Amy, "the fans don't want to see us fight. You of all people should know that."
"Matt, we are going to have a match tonight and if you won't fight against Jeff, then you will fight against me!"
Will Mariah come between Steph and Chris's growing love for each other?
Would Vince stoop so low as to fight one third of team Xtreme?
Stay tuned, don't click that button...
The song, "More Than A Woman," is by the Bee Gees and is not mine.
If you would like to use this story, please ask first, thanks.
Chapter 11: Ooga Booga
Scrambling back up, Chris reassured a shaken Stephanie, "I'm okay, the Jaguar - I think something hit it."
Hearing the bewilderment in his voice, Stephanie asked, baffled, "You mean as in a weapon?"
"Yeah, maybe," Chris replied, chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip. The possibility of another human being on the island was becoming more real. It was frightening yet exciting. The question uppermost in Chris's mind was, *Is it friend or foe?* Suddenly, something whooshed by his ear. *I think I've found the answer,* he thought dizzily. Chris's steps faltered as he struggled to plant Steph firmly on her feet.
Tightening her grip around his neck, Stephanie asked worriedly, "Chris, what's wrong?"
"I, I don't feel so good, my neck hurts." His tingling fingers fumbled around his neck until they met with a piece of wood and feathers. *A poisonous dart!* "St, Stephanie run!"
"Why?" she asked fearfully, her hands traveling to his face. She gasped, seeing the outline of the dart in the shadows of nightfall.
Desperately, she tugged on the dart, but to no avail.
"Just go, they may have killed the hunter, but now we are the hunted," he slurred.
"No, no, I won't leave you!" she cried, tugging on his hand. "We have to get out of here!" Everything went black as a heavy weight descended upon her.
"Oh," Stephanie groaned, involuntarily attempting to move her hands to her head. Finding that impossible, Stephanie's eyes snapped open. Whipping her head around, she discovered that her hands were bound tightly behind her back. *How dare they hold me prisoner, I'm Stephanie McM.. * Her jaw dropped as she noticed approximately twenty people dancing around a bonfire. In the center of it sat an enormous black kettle, nearly boiling over with hot water. The pounding in her ears was incessant, her vision swimming. *It must be my head, maybe I have a concussion or something,* but she had this sinking feeling that it was more than that. Straining her eyes to see, she noticed several more scantily clad figures pounding on what looked like to be homemade drums, in the distance. *They must be some kind of tribe. I wonder where that Jaguar they killed is?* She turned her head and barely swallowed the scream rising in her throat - across from her was the skin and head of the animal stretched across two vertical wooden poles. Stephanie closed her eyes, turning her head in the other direction. Taking a deep breath, Steph opened her eyes, only to see a lifeless Chris tied to a wooden pole across from her. Fear seized her heart, her mind paralyzed. Stephanie heaved a deep sigh of relief as she saw the slight rise and fall of Chris's chest. *Thank goodness he's alive. Unconscious, but alive,* she thought gratefully. Stephanie hooded her eyes, keeping them open only slightly, so she could keep an eye on the tribesmen while she thought of a plan to get her and Chris out of there.
All of a sudden, she felt hands grab her roughly from behind. "Hey!" Stephanie started to exclaim indignantly. A hand clapped over her mouth, "Be quiet, I'm trying to help you," the voice whispered harshly.
Stephanie nodded and almost immediately felt the pressure release from her mouth. "We have to help Chris," Stephanie pleaded despondently, "he's unconscious."
Stephanie thought she heard the apparent rescuer swear quietly, "I'm going to need your help, we have to do this fast."
Stephanie nodded, "Okay." She could feel the stranger work at Stephanie's well done knots.
"I will untie your friend from behind, when he falls forward, catch him and we will make a run for it."
Stephanie stared blankly into the darkness, having yet to see their rescuer, "that's it?"
"You have a better idea?" the figure hissed.
"Fine, fine, geez," Steph muttered under her breath as she quietly got down. Unnoticed, Steph tip-toed over to Chris. Stephanie caught Chris as he fell forward, *uh, he's heavy,* she thought, straining under his weight.
"Let's move it," the shadowy figure commanded.
Stephanie jumped, "Okay, okay, what a great bedside manner you have," Stephanie commented sarcastically.
"Now is not the time for pleasantries," the stranger replied tartly. A clamor rose up among the tribesmen as they spotted Stephanie.
"We have to get out of here, now! I will hold them off, help your friend."
"But, will you be able to get out alright?" Stephanie questioned hesitantly.
"Just go!" their rescuer commanded. Afraid to argue any further, Stephanie put her arm around Chris's waist as she hoisted his limp arm over her shoulder. It was slow going, but the distant noise of the tribe slowly faded away. *I wonder if our friend is okay,* Stephanie thought sadly.
"Good, you got away alright. I was concerned you wouldn't be able to handle his weight."
"You made it," Stephanie said happily, looking upward where the voice had come from.
"I have my own arsenal," the mysterious stranger replied shortly. Jumping down from the trees, the stranger landed directly in front of Stephanie. The moonlight filtered through the trees, exposing the face of Stephanie and Chris's rescuer.
"You're a girl!" Stephanie exclaimed in shock.
"Last time I checked," she said dryly, a wry smile on her face.
"How did you do that?" Stephanie asked, in awe.
"Do what?"
"Jump from the trees and land on your feet without breaking any bones?"
"Practice." With that, she turned on her heel.
Stephanie just stood there, her mouth hanging open.
"Well, do you want me to help your friend or not?" the woman asked, turning around.
"Oh yes please, can you help Chris?"
"They just knocked him out with an animal tranquilizer. Just be glad they didn't use the spear gun on your friend, like they did the jaguar, since you were both going to become the main course for our dear friends," she said sarcastically.
"Cannibals?!" Stephanie asked, wide - eyed.
"I believe you Americans also use the term head - hunters," she replied calmly.
Stephanie was in such shock she didn't even notice the clearing they came to - in which stood the treehouse. The woman stared up longingly at the treehouse, knowing that was the safest place for them to be, but this Chris person was in no condition to walk let alone climb.
"I guess we will be camping out tonight," she said as cheerfully as she could.
Coming out of her stupor, Stephanie asked, "You mean this is your treehouse?"
"Yes. I knew you and Chris," she said reluctantly, "were staying here, but I didn't mind, since I was exploring. I don't care for the fact that you broke a section of my railing though," she replied rather bluntly, her gaze piercing Stephanie's.
Angrily, Stephanie retorted, "Well, it's not like I was intentionally trying to trash your treehouse. Whoa, wait a minute, that means you've been watching us." Thinking back to what Chris said a few days ago, Stephanie asked, "That bear, he's yours isn't he?"
She nodded, "Yes, he's been keeping an eye on you. I would not have found you guys if it wasn't for Blinky." At the mention of his name, Blinky came lumbering towards the group.
Steph took a step back in fear.
The woman rolled her eyes, "He won't hurt you, he's my only friend out here - and protector," she added fondly.
As Stephanie reached out to touch his velvety nose, she whispered to herself, "Chris was right, we weren't alone at all."
Changing the subject, Stephanie asked inquisitively, "What are you, Scottish, Irish? I've been wondering about your brogue?" Steph asked out of the blue.
"Do not confuse the Scotts with the Irish. I am Irish thank you very much," she replied stiffly. "Name's Mariah."
The woman sat down and pulled the limp Chris from Steph's reluctant arms.
"Chris saved me, several times," Stephanie said quietly.
"I know, surprised me since you both seemed to fight so much. I can see why you would fall for him though, he has an excellent body," Mariah said off - handedly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Stephanie looked up to meet Mariah's eyes and gasped in surprise. Steph felt a wave of indignation and jealously sweep over her. *She had better not try to make any moves on him.* Stonily, Steph corrected herself, *Jericho's a big boy, he can take care of himself.*
Stephanie looked down in surprise as a groan came from the injured Chris. "You're awake," she replied softly, her finger tips grazing his face.
"Steph?" he asked quietly, licking his lips.
"Where are.." Chris stopped as he felt a cool hand on his forehead. "Who.."
"You were right, there was someone else on this island."
He smiled, "Good, finally you admitted I was right about something." His eyes closed.
Stephanie looked up at Mariah, anxiety flicking across her face,
"Will Chris be alright?"
Mariah nodded, "He will be fine. All he needs is rest. Right now it is the best thing for him, until the drug wears off." Hesitantly, Steph wearily lied down, warily eyeing Chris's head in Mariah's lap.
She sighed as her eyes closed in slumber.
Stephanie smiled as Chris wound his arms around her waist. His hands slid down to her hips, barely touching her sarong, as they danced in the firelight. She slipped her arms around his neck, as his hands moved up her back, touching her baby blue halter top, finally resting on her neck. Pulling her body close to his, he cradled her face in his hands...
15 minutes to showtime:
Nervously, Matt turned the CD over in his hands.
A hand clapped him on the shoulder, "You ready for the match tonight bro?"
Matt nearly jumped a mile, quickly hiding the CD behind his back. "Hey, what have you got there Matt?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Uh, nothing," Matt replied, playing dumb.
"Uh uh, I know better," Jeff responded waggling a finger at Matt.
"Hey man, you ready for the big show tonight?" Adam asked with a wink, as he entered the locker room.
"Uh, ready as I'll ever be I guess," Matt swallowed nervously.
"You'll do great with Amy - as long as you don't sing Matty," Jeff said seriously. "Besides, I'm so going to kick your butt tonight," Jeff replied grinning.
"Well I'm glad you're so enthusiastic," Matt replied sarcastically, glaring at his baby brother.
"Alright guys, cut it out," Adam commanded, stepping in between the brothers. "Just go out there, do what you have to do and most importantly, have fun!"
"Sure thing - coach," Jeff responded. He did a mock salute and turned on his heel.
Once Adam was sure Jeff was out of earshot, he said in a low tone of voice, "Don't worry man, you'll do fine. Just remember what I taught you."
Matt nodded nervously, "I'll do my best."
Jeff burst through the curtain, totally psyched. He did his little dance then raced towards the ramp, flipping over the rope. The crowd roared their approval, loving it. The lights went down and the brother's music started up once more - as Matt made his way out. The crowd's response was just as hyped, except they were booing Matt. *Well, that's all about to change,* he thought. Matt stepped into the ring, and grabbed the microphone. He nodded his head ever so slightly, to the media guy in the booth up above. The audience, now silent, eagerly anticipated what he was about to say.
"Lita, I'm sorry I hurt you. I love you babe, and I'm going to prove it to you," he finished with determination. The audience, surprised, listened with rapt attention.
Meanwhile:
Amy was just pulling her aqua and black referee shirt over her black bra when she heard someone - singing?! She stopped and stared hard at the television screen, "Matt?" she questioned in disbelief.
"Oh, girl, I've known you very well.
I've seen you growing everyday.
I never really looked before
but now you take my breath away.
Suddenly you're in my life,
part of everything I do.
You got me working day and night
just trying to keep a hold on you.
Here in your arms I found my paradise,
my only chance for happiness.
And if I lose you now I think I would die.
Oh, say you'll always be my baby,
we can make it shine,
we can take forever,
just a minute at a time."
Amy clutched her shirt to her chest, tears in her eyes, as she watched Matt croon into the microphone. Wiping the back of her hand against her eyes, she started to laugh at his slightly off key tone of voice. Lita's music erupted as she raced down the ramp towards the ring, "Matt, what are you doing?!" Amy yelled as she scrambled into the ring.
"I'm apologizing for being a big jerk," he stated. Matt resumed singing as Jeff, who stood in the background, made a face and covered his ears.
"More than a woman,
more than a woman to me.
More than a woman,
more than a woman to me."
"Matt, would you stop. I forgive you, alright." Pushing the mic away from his face, she cradled his face in her hands and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. The audience was floored by this unexpected turn of events.
"Alright then, this means I have one more thing to do." Matt grabbed the mic one more time and sang the final bar of the song:
"Oooh
There are stories old and true
of people so in love like you and me.
And I can see myself,
let history repeat itself.
Reflecting how I feel for you,
thinking about those people ,
then I know that in a thousand years
I'd fall in love with you again.
This is the only way that we should fly,
this is the only way to go,
and if I lose you I know I would die.
Oh, say you'll always be my baby,
we can make it shine,
we can take forever,
just a minute at a time."
He knelt down on one knee, "Am.. I mean Lita will you marry me?" The audience grew quiet, shocked by what Matt had just asked. The shock of the audience was mirrored on Amy's face. *Okay, okay, this is just part of the storyline and for some stupid reason, Matt failed to tell me. Note to self: remind me to kill him.* The audience waited with baited breath:
"Sure okay," Amy nodded casually.
Matt moved the mic away from his mouth for just a fraction of a second, "Amy, I'm serious, I want to marry you."
She clapped a hand to her mouth, "Oh my gosh, you are serious!" She could see it in his eyes.
"I, I don't know what to say," Amy replied, flabber-gasted.
"Just say yes," Matt said, smiling.
"Yes, oh yes!" She knelt down and wrapped her arms around Matt. The audience stood up, their thundering applause reverberating throughout the whole stadium.
"Oh I wish my boyfriend would sing to me like that," a young woman crooned, swooning back against her presumed boyfriend, who didn't look overly pleased.
"Oh no you don't," Jeff replied, turning around and leaning over the ropes, "not if he sounds like Matt." Amy pulled back, tears shining in her eyes, as they both moved to stand.
"I can't believe you did this! Was this Vince's idea?"
"Well, kind of..." he trailed off, as Vince's music came on.
All three turned to see Vince running at breakneck speed towards them.
"What are you doing? You were supposed to propose to Amy, then send her to the back while you and Jeff slug it out."
"I'm not fighting with Jeff, I'm making up with him instead," Matt replied firmly. "It's what the fans want."
"Send me to the back?!" Amy responded indignantly. "I'm not his doting wife - yet," Amy replied, a slight smile lighting up her face.
"How do you know it's what they want?" Vince demanded.
"Maybe you should search the web more Vance," the Rock stated casually, coming up behind Vince.
"Matt's right," Jeff stated soberly, coming up behind Matt and Amy, "the fans don't want to see us fight. You of all people should know that."
"Matt, we are going to have a match tonight and if you won't fight against Jeff, then you will fight against me!"
Will Mariah come between Steph and Chris's growing love for each other?
Would Vince stoop so low as to fight one third of team Xtreme?
Stay tuned, don't click that button...