Title: A Hunger For Perfection-Chapter 1.

Author: Carly.

Disclaimer: Amy, Matt, Jeff and the rest of the wrestlers own themselves.

Summary: One joking comment from her friends and Amy's life changes drastically. It's only when one moment goes completely wrong that Matt realises she needs help. But, is she willing to help herself?



No matter who you are, you can't help but feel insecure about your appearance. All girls go through a phase in their life, wondering what's wrong with them. But the main worry is weight. 'Do I look fat in this?' is the regular questions girls ask. It's only normal to feel this way and affects you at all ages. But you just have to be careful not to let your insecurities go too far to take over your life. But sometimes, you lose control without even realising it.

Amy Dumas was out with some friends. They had gone for a meal at a nearby restaurant before going to a club. Although she was enjoying herself, she felt a bit fatter than normal as she was near her period. It hadn't helped that she'd had loads to eat throughout the day but she'd been craving sweet things all the time. She was wearing a tight fitted top as well, so she thought her stomach was visibly huge to everyone in attendance at the club. In order to drown her sorrows, she started drinking quite a bit. Everyone else was dancing until they returned to the bar to Amy. Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, patting her stomach.

"Putting on a bit of weight, aren't we Ames?" he joked.

"Yeah, or your pants are three sizes too small," Jeff added sniggered. Adam and Jay laughed along with them. Amy forced a smile and tried to hold back the tears. They soon changed the subject but they still didn't notice the hurt filled in her eyes. She folded her arms in front of her stomach, trying to hold the 'fat' in. Deep down, she knew she wasn't fat but their comments still got to her. 'If they said something, who knows what everyone else is thinking?' she thought, worrying herself more. Normally, she didn't care about people's opinions of her but tonight she seemed to, wondering if people noticed her weight. She sat with her at the table, arms still crossed in front of her. They all questioned her as to why she was being so quiet but Amy just gave a mumble in reply and went to the bathroom. As she was passing everyone, all she saw was men drooling over tall, thin girls. Sighing, she entered the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls. The tears that threatened to fall earlier were now slipping down her cheeks. She curled into a ball and rested her head on her knees. Reapplying her makeup, she returned to the table and grabbed her bag.

"Guys, I'm not feeling too good," Amy said, proceeding to leave.

"Hang on Ames, I'll walk back to the hotel with you," Matt replied, grabbing his jacket and standing up.

"No it's ok. I'd rather go alone." Not giving him a chance to say anything more, she left the club. Walking home, all she thought about was her weight and resolutions to lose some. Stopping at a shop on her way, she picked up a magazine full of different diets to try. As soon as she got to her room at the hotel, she started looking through the magazine to find a suitable diet she could try in order to lose weight. Wondering how much she had to lose, she went to the bathroom and weighed herself. A hundred and thirty five pounds. Amy looked in the mirror and lifted her top up. She tried breathing in and out to see how flat she'd like her abdomen to be. Tears pricked at her eyes again, negative thoughts about her appearance. There was a knock at the door and Matt entered. He called out for Amy and found her in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. She came out, kissed him on the cheek then got her t-shirt and shorts to go to bed. It was then she realised that they would sharing a bed and she certainly didn't want him to cuddle up to her like normal in case he felt her 'pudginess'. As they were in bed, Amy made sure to keep to herself.

"Ames, what was wrong last night? You never usually sleep so much to the side so that you nearly fall off!" he quipped, as they ate breakfast the next morning.

"I just didn't want you to catch my cold. I've already lost my appetite," she answered, pushing her untouched plate away. Matt raised his eyebrows at her. "The guys are coming. I'm going back to the room for a minute. See you later." With that said, she leapt from her seat and retreated back to her room. While there, she was in the bathroom, examining her stomach. Even though it was just water retention from periods, Amy thought otherwise. Realising that she needed to get to the arena, she grabbed her jacket and drove there alone. She could see some of the other wrestlers being hounded by fans for autographs, including Matt and Jeff. Sighing, she parked the car then got out and joined her friends. The fans there were thrusting pieces of paper and photos for her to sign. For a moment, she forgot about her insecurities and enjoyed the times with her adoring fans. After a while, the security guards escorted them inside. They found their locker room and dumped their bags on the floor. No sooner had they sat down that a backstage helper came in to hand them their scripts. The trio groaned but reluctantly looked through it.

"Hey, you have a tag team bra and panties match at Invasion, Amy," Matt informed her.

"Cool," she replied, picking up her on script to see whom else who taking part. 'Great,' Amy thought. 'Stacey Keibler and Torrie Wilson. Stacey is like a damn stick.' She tried to make it sound as through she was excited about the match. But inside she was screaming. More than likely, she'd at least have her top ripped off…and that meant people seeing her stomach. Right then, she decided to go on a fasting diet. It would be easy, just eat a lot less that normal…virtually nothing in other words. And was going to start the next day. She would have six weeks until the Invasion Pay-Per-View in July. Besides, it would only be for a few weeks until she reached her target weight. It wouldn't be as if she was going turn anorexic…