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Chapter 3: To Begin Again
"What?! Whoa! No way, you've got to be kidding me?! He's old enough to be her Father!"
"I wish it were one big joke," Jeff answered, the grief evident in his tone.
"No wonder you've lost weight," Amy replied, wrapping a sisterly arm around his thin shoulders. "Heyman could make anyone lose their lunch."
Changing the subject, Jeff turned to look at her, "So, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
"I make my first in-ring appearance next week-on Raw with you."
"Whoa, you are actually making the jump, I didn't realize..." he trailed off helplessly, unable to fully comprehend what she had just uttered.
As if answering his thoughts, Amy muttered, "The idea of working with Matt is too painful right now. I don't think I could bear it," Amy finished, clasping and unclasping her hands. Unconcernedly, Jeff placed his hands over hers, forcing them to still under his touch.
Genuinely perplexed, Jeff's eyes carefully scrutinized her face.
Finally, he asked, "Why not come back solo? You've been interested in doing that for some time now."
Amy shook her head, "I can't, not yet. I don't think I have the confidence to start all over again on my own. After the surgery, my world was knocked out from under me. I looked at myself in a different way, and so did most other people. I think they still do, wondering if I will be able to do the same high-flying moves again. I struggle with that doubt everyday, but I've worked hard to come back. I want this, but I need to start over again, building my confidence as I go."
Taking her hand in his, Jeff squeezed gently and nodded his assent, "If you're sure that's what you want."
"I'm sure," Amy answered, nodding her head in affirmation.
"There is just one catch though," Jeff responded, a gleam in his eye.
Warily, Amy sized Jeff up, "And what's that?"
"I'll be spotted more often in the gym and at the next Juicy Lucys, if you'll make a genuine effort to patch things up with Matt."
Amy let out a long, nervous sigh, "Alright, I'll try," she said nervously, running a hand through her hair.
"I am here for you Ames, honest. We'll work through this-together!"
One week later, Halifax Forum-Nova Scotia, Canada:
"Jeff, I'm so nervous," Amy exclaimed, running a hand through her recently trimmed red tresses.
"Don't be, you'll do fine," he reassured her.
"It was easy when I saw you stroll into the gym polishing off a burger. Facing Nora in a match tonight is not," Amy stated matter-of-factly.
"Chris Nowinski will be with her and I'll be with you, so don't sweat it," Jeff said, gently propelling her in the direction of the curtain. "Take a deep breath and.."
"Ladies and gentleman, Jeff and Lita!"
If you would like to borrow the story, please ask first, thanks! :)
Chapter 3: To Begin Again
"What?! Whoa! No way, you've got to be kidding me?! He's old enough to be her Father!"
"I wish it were one big joke," Jeff answered, the grief evident in his tone.
"No wonder you've lost weight," Amy replied, wrapping a sisterly arm around his thin shoulders. "Heyman could make anyone lose their lunch."
Changing the subject, Jeff turned to look at her, "So, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
"I make my first in-ring appearance next week-on Raw with you."
"Whoa, you are actually making the jump, I didn't realize..." he trailed off helplessly, unable to fully comprehend what she had just uttered.
As if answering his thoughts, Amy muttered, "The idea of working with Matt is too painful right now. I don't think I could bear it," Amy finished, clasping and unclasping her hands. Unconcernedly, Jeff placed his hands over hers, forcing them to still under his touch.
Genuinely perplexed, Jeff's eyes carefully scrutinized her face.
Finally, he asked, "Why not come back solo? You've been interested in doing that for some time now."
Amy shook her head, "I can't, not yet. I don't think I have the confidence to start all over again on my own. After the surgery, my world was knocked out from under me. I looked at myself in a different way, and so did most other people. I think they still do, wondering if I will be able to do the same high-flying moves again. I struggle with that doubt everyday, but I've worked hard to come back. I want this, but I need to start over again, building my confidence as I go."
Taking her hand in his, Jeff squeezed gently and nodded his assent, "If you're sure that's what you want."
"I'm sure," Amy answered, nodding her head in affirmation.
"There is just one catch though," Jeff responded, a gleam in his eye.
Warily, Amy sized Jeff up, "And what's that?"
"I'll be spotted more often in the gym and at the next Juicy Lucys, if you'll make a genuine effort to patch things up with Matt."
Amy let out a long, nervous sigh, "Alright, I'll try," she said nervously, running a hand through her hair.
"I am here for you Ames, honest. We'll work through this-together!"
One week later, Halifax Forum-Nova Scotia, Canada:
"Jeff, I'm so nervous," Amy exclaimed, running a hand through her recently trimmed red tresses.
"Don't be, you'll do fine," he reassured her.
"It was easy when I saw you stroll into the gym polishing off a burger. Facing Nora in a match tonight is not," Amy stated matter-of-factly.
"Chris Nowinski will be with her and I'll be with you, so don't sweat it," Jeff said, gently propelling her in the direction of the curtain. "Take a deep breath and.."
"Ladies and gentleman, Jeff and Lita!"