Title: A Hunger For Perfection-Chapter 4.
Author: Carly.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone involved in this story.
The music started up and, Stacy and Torrie came out to the boos of the crowd. They got in the ring and started flirting the special guest referee, Mick Foley. It was only an act to gain more chance of winning but Mick was having none of it. Amy watched backstage, ready to go after Trish. She watched on the monitor while doing some last minute stretches and couldn't help but feel some form of envy towards Stacy, as she was naturally skinny. She'd kept her diet up and had started exercising more frequently. She'd also cut out all snacks, was only eating an apple for lunch and a salad for dinner. And even though she knew the weight was gradually dropping off, she thought she still didn't look any thinner. If anything, she had only put on more, despite the fact people were telling her otherwise.
"And her partner, Lita!" Lillian Garcia announced into the microphone. Amy did the guns as the crowd cheered her presence. Jogging slightly down the ramp, she met up with Trish before diving into the ring and the match immediately started. She began pounding on Stacey until Mick dragged her off. When Trish tagged Amy back in after beating Torrie up, she got in the ring and pulled Stacey in. Immediately, she ripped her top off but jealousy filled her body at how skinny Stacy really was. And when they pulled Amy's top off, she took a deep breath and held her stomach in, afraid of looking as obese as she thought she was. Towards the end of the match, her mind wasn't on the match anymore, but how skinny they all were. Frustrated, she continued beating on her two opponents. She and Trish ended up victorious after a moonsault from the match and they returned to the back happily.
But once they got back to the respective locker rooms, Matt looked at her with a thunderous expression on her face. He'd found slimming pills in her bag after looking for his t-shirt which she had recently borrowed. But he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and calmly explained of his discovery. Yet instead of telling him what was going on, she just started yelling at him.
"You had no right to go through my bag!" she yelled.
"How was I to know you were hiding this?" he replied in the same tone of voice. Angrily, he threw the bottle of pills against the wall, watching it smash into tiny pieces. "What the hell are you doing to yourself Amy?" he asked sadly.
"I'm just trying to lose some weight. God, it's not as though I'm fucking anorexic." With that, she stormed out of the room and found a nearby gym. She spent a good three hours there before jogging back to the hotel. Fortunately, Matt wasn't there so she continued jogging on the spot and doing sit ups. When he did return, he had a McDonald's in his hands. Inside, Amy rapidly became worried.
"If you claim you're ok, then you can eat this," he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Sure, of course I can. But only the burger as I've gone off chips," she replied, looking through the bag. Pulling a cheeseburger out, she unwrapped it and very slowly, ate it. Once finished, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm having a shower because I reek!" she laughed. Matt smiled to himself. Maybe he had just blown the matter out of proportion. He got up from the floor where they had been sitting and climbed into bed, reading the new script for tomorrow's show. But back in the bathroom, Amy had the shower and a radio on. Lifting the seat of the toilet up, she knelt down and took a deep breath before inserting two fingers into her throat. At first, nothing came up except some bile and she started coughing. Taking another breath, she did it again. This time, the undigested burger came up. Amy continued making herself sick until everything left her body. Standing up, she flushed the toilet before splashing some water on her face and brushing her teeth. She stripped out of her clothes and weighed herself on the scales. Another nine pounds lost. She was already down to hundred and five pounds. Happily, she jumped into the shower and washed her, also scrubbing herself with strawberry scented shower gel to get rid of the sickly smell.
When she got out, she grabbed some clothes from her bag and changed back in the bathroom. If she changed in front of Matt, he only would have said something. After brushing her hair, she left the room and climbed under the covers next to him. Knowing that he would wrap his arms around her stomach, she grabbed a pillow and placed it front of her abdomen so he wouldn't notice that fact that her ribs were now more visible. She curled into a ball slightly and began drifting off to sleep. Sure enough, his arms encircled her.
"You smell nice," he mumbled tiredly. "Are you all right? Why have got a pillow by your stomach?"
"I, umm, I have period pains," she lied but smiling at the same time. She felt Matt laugh against her neck and pull her closer. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, he slowly fell asleep. Amy looked over her shoulder and sighed. She hated lying to her best friend about her eating problem but felt he wouldn't understand. Gently kissing his forehead, she too began drifting off.
The next day, she woke up at six thirty and quickly changed before leaving the room to go to the hotel gym. After two hours of exercising, she decided to go for a swim. She went back to her room and carefully opened the door, not to wake Matt up. Luckily, he was still fast asleep. Going through her bag, she retrieved her bikini and a towel before changing into them and jogging back down to the pool. Except for one or two others, it was empty. Amy dived in and began swimming length after length. Back and forth she swam, trying to keep up speed but gaining tired after a while. Once another half hour had gone by, she retreated to her room. Thankfully, he was still sleeping, and snoring loudly. Amy towel dried her then changed back into her old T-shirt and went back to bed so Matt wouldn't know she'd been gone.
~Later That Evening~
"Guys, is Amy okay? She's really lost weight lately. It's not normal," Adam questioned Matt and Jeff as they all got ready for their matches.
"Umm, yeah. She's probably just been too busy to eat recently," the dark-haired Hardy answered, unconvincingly. Jay and Chris stopped talking and listened to the others talking. Almost every Federation star had noticed the rapid decrease in her weight but hen they questioned her, she would get very defensive and snap at everyone. They'd all learnt to leave the subject alone when she was around. Torrie had even received a punch from Amy after making a few unhelpful comments. Needless to say, she ended up with a huge black eye. None of the other divas had mentioned it since. Just then, the redheaded vixen entered the room. She knew they'd been talking about her as they all went deadly quiet. Carefully, Chris asked her if she had eaten anything all day.
"What's it got to do with you?" she snapped.
"Ames, we're just worried about you," Matt said, placing his hands on her arms, trying to calm her down.
"Well, I'm fine. If this is all you're going to talk about now, then what's the point in me being friends with you lot?" Grabbing her bag, she left the room. Matt sighed and shrugged his shoulders at the others. Meanwhile, Amy was on the wall outside the arena. Despite it being sunny out, she was still freezing. Hearing her stomach rumble, she pressed her hand against it. But it wouldn't stop so she punched her stomach, as though trying to warn it to shut up. She drank some water and popped some gum into her mouth before going for a quick jog. She felt bad for screaming at Matt and told herself she would apologise later.
When Raw finished, she jogged back to the hotel alone. It was late at night and all the other wrestlers were either clubbing, driving to their next destination or back at the hotel. As she ran back, she thought of what to tell Matt. Arriving back, she continued jogging up the stairs, instead of taking the lift. Once she got outside her door, she stopped exercising and waited for her breathing to return to normal. Straightening her clothes out, she opened the door and walked over to the bed, pulling off her baggy pants and climbing under the quilt.
"Hey," she started, nervously. "Umm Matt, listen. In truth, I did go on a diet to lose weight but it was only for my match at Invasion. I didn't want to look fat. But, it's over with now, everything will go back to normal," she confessed.
"Thank god. I want the old Amy back, okay?" he smiled, hugging her. Kissing her cheek, he pulled back and began talking to her until they fell asleep. 'Like hell I'm going to quit my diet!' she thought to herself, looking at her stomach through her t-shirt and still seeing the 'fat' there.
Author: Carly.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone involved in this story.
The music started up and, Stacy and Torrie came out to the boos of the crowd. They got in the ring and started flirting the special guest referee, Mick Foley. It was only an act to gain more chance of winning but Mick was having none of it. Amy watched backstage, ready to go after Trish. She watched on the monitor while doing some last minute stretches and couldn't help but feel some form of envy towards Stacy, as she was naturally skinny. She'd kept her diet up and had started exercising more frequently. She'd also cut out all snacks, was only eating an apple for lunch and a salad for dinner. And even though she knew the weight was gradually dropping off, she thought she still didn't look any thinner. If anything, she had only put on more, despite the fact people were telling her otherwise.
"And her partner, Lita!" Lillian Garcia announced into the microphone. Amy did the guns as the crowd cheered her presence. Jogging slightly down the ramp, she met up with Trish before diving into the ring and the match immediately started. She began pounding on Stacey until Mick dragged her off. When Trish tagged Amy back in after beating Torrie up, she got in the ring and pulled Stacey in. Immediately, she ripped her top off but jealousy filled her body at how skinny Stacy really was. And when they pulled Amy's top off, she took a deep breath and held her stomach in, afraid of looking as obese as she thought she was. Towards the end of the match, her mind wasn't on the match anymore, but how skinny they all were. Frustrated, she continued beating on her two opponents. She and Trish ended up victorious after a moonsault from the match and they returned to the back happily.
But once they got back to the respective locker rooms, Matt looked at her with a thunderous expression on her face. He'd found slimming pills in her bag after looking for his t-shirt which she had recently borrowed. But he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and calmly explained of his discovery. Yet instead of telling him what was going on, she just started yelling at him.
"You had no right to go through my bag!" she yelled.
"How was I to know you were hiding this?" he replied in the same tone of voice. Angrily, he threw the bottle of pills against the wall, watching it smash into tiny pieces. "What the hell are you doing to yourself Amy?" he asked sadly.
"I'm just trying to lose some weight. God, it's not as though I'm fucking anorexic." With that, she stormed out of the room and found a nearby gym. She spent a good three hours there before jogging back to the hotel. Fortunately, Matt wasn't there so she continued jogging on the spot and doing sit ups. When he did return, he had a McDonald's in his hands. Inside, Amy rapidly became worried.
"If you claim you're ok, then you can eat this," he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Sure, of course I can. But only the burger as I've gone off chips," she replied, looking through the bag. Pulling a cheeseburger out, she unwrapped it and very slowly, ate it. Once finished, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm having a shower because I reek!" she laughed. Matt smiled to himself. Maybe he had just blown the matter out of proportion. He got up from the floor where they had been sitting and climbed into bed, reading the new script for tomorrow's show. But back in the bathroom, Amy had the shower and a radio on. Lifting the seat of the toilet up, she knelt down and took a deep breath before inserting two fingers into her throat. At first, nothing came up except some bile and she started coughing. Taking another breath, she did it again. This time, the undigested burger came up. Amy continued making herself sick until everything left her body. Standing up, she flushed the toilet before splashing some water on her face and brushing her teeth. She stripped out of her clothes and weighed herself on the scales. Another nine pounds lost. She was already down to hundred and five pounds. Happily, she jumped into the shower and washed her, also scrubbing herself with strawberry scented shower gel to get rid of the sickly smell.
When she got out, she grabbed some clothes from her bag and changed back in the bathroom. If she changed in front of Matt, he only would have said something. After brushing her hair, she left the room and climbed under the covers next to him. Knowing that he would wrap his arms around her stomach, she grabbed a pillow and placed it front of her abdomen so he wouldn't notice that fact that her ribs were now more visible. She curled into a ball slightly and began drifting off to sleep. Sure enough, his arms encircled her.
"You smell nice," he mumbled tiredly. "Are you all right? Why have got a pillow by your stomach?"
"I, umm, I have period pains," she lied but smiling at the same time. She felt Matt laugh against her neck and pull her closer. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, he slowly fell asleep. Amy looked over her shoulder and sighed. She hated lying to her best friend about her eating problem but felt he wouldn't understand. Gently kissing his forehead, she too began drifting off.
The next day, she woke up at six thirty and quickly changed before leaving the room to go to the hotel gym. After two hours of exercising, she decided to go for a swim. She went back to her room and carefully opened the door, not to wake Matt up. Luckily, he was still fast asleep. Going through her bag, she retrieved her bikini and a towel before changing into them and jogging back down to the pool. Except for one or two others, it was empty. Amy dived in and began swimming length after length. Back and forth she swam, trying to keep up speed but gaining tired after a while. Once another half hour had gone by, she retreated to her room. Thankfully, he was still sleeping, and snoring loudly. Amy towel dried her then changed back into her old T-shirt and went back to bed so Matt wouldn't know she'd been gone.
~Later That Evening~
"Guys, is Amy okay? She's really lost weight lately. It's not normal," Adam questioned Matt and Jeff as they all got ready for their matches.
"Umm, yeah. She's probably just been too busy to eat recently," the dark-haired Hardy answered, unconvincingly. Jay and Chris stopped talking and listened to the others talking. Almost every Federation star had noticed the rapid decrease in her weight but hen they questioned her, she would get very defensive and snap at everyone. They'd all learnt to leave the subject alone when she was around. Torrie had even received a punch from Amy after making a few unhelpful comments. Needless to say, she ended up with a huge black eye. None of the other divas had mentioned it since. Just then, the redheaded vixen entered the room. She knew they'd been talking about her as they all went deadly quiet. Carefully, Chris asked her if she had eaten anything all day.
"What's it got to do with you?" she snapped.
"Ames, we're just worried about you," Matt said, placing his hands on her arms, trying to calm her down.
"Well, I'm fine. If this is all you're going to talk about now, then what's the point in me being friends with you lot?" Grabbing her bag, she left the room. Matt sighed and shrugged his shoulders at the others. Meanwhile, Amy was on the wall outside the arena. Despite it being sunny out, she was still freezing. Hearing her stomach rumble, she pressed her hand against it. But it wouldn't stop so she punched her stomach, as though trying to warn it to shut up. She drank some water and popped some gum into her mouth before going for a quick jog. She felt bad for screaming at Matt and told herself she would apologise later.
When Raw finished, she jogged back to the hotel alone. It was late at night and all the other wrestlers were either clubbing, driving to their next destination or back at the hotel. As she ran back, she thought of what to tell Matt. Arriving back, she continued jogging up the stairs, instead of taking the lift. Once she got outside her door, she stopped exercising and waited for her breathing to return to normal. Straightening her clothes out, she opened the door and walked over to the bed, pulling off her baggy pants and climbing under the quilt.
"Hey," she started, nervously. "Umm Matt, listen. In truth, I did go on a diet to lose weight but it was only for my match at Invasion. I didn't want to look fat. But, it's over with now, everything will go back to normal," she confessed.
"Thank god. I want the old Amy back, okay?" he smiled, hugging her. Kissing her cheek, he pulled back and began talking to her until they fell asleep. 'Like hell I'm going to quit my diet!' she thought to herself, looking at her stomach through her t-shirt and still seeing the 'fat' there.
