OMEGA was taking off big time. A group of them went around the local states hosting shows, and people loved
them. Amy was the only girl, but the crowds seemed to love that. She wasn't just a valet (though she did follow
him down the ramp), but she wrestled too. In the day, the guys had work, and Amy was at Brian's garage. In the
evenings, they trained. On Saturdays and Sundays, there was shows. On Fridays, there was races.
It was Tuesday evening, but the ring had a broken post, so the gang weren't training. Amy was underneath her car,
working on the neon light which was lighting up the bottom of her Honda. Shannon was handing her tools, and Matt and
Jeff were sitting on the sideboards. Brian walked in, and Amy slid out. 'What's going on?' he said, walking in and
grabbing some keys. 'They're my friends Brian.' Amy said, standing up and brushing herself off. 'You got any of them?'.
He walked out cussing, and Matt turned to Amy. 'That was Brian Christopher!'. She handed Shannon her screwdriver.
'I know. He owns this joint.'. The guys looked impressed, but the moment was interrupted by Amy's cell phone. She answered
it. 'Yeah?...Do I sound like Matt Hardy?...well ring his number then.' She hung up angrily, and Matt's phone rang. He
smirked, and picked it up. 'Hello?...really?...OK...yeah...whatever...see you then.'. He pressed the 'OFF' button, and
turned to everyone, who were all looking at him expectantly. 'The show Sunday. There's a WWE scout gonna be there.'.
The guys were happy, and pumped for Sunday. When the day came, they raced to the arena in Amy's car. Changed and ready,
they were dying to get out there. Sitting backstage in a dirty dressing room, Shannon was ecstatic. Amy was excited, but
didn't show it. A roadie popped up through the doorframe. 'You got 30 seconds.'.
They stood up, and had a group hug. Matt leaned down and whispered in Amy's ear. 'Good Luck Ames.'. She smiled, touched.
'Right back at ya.'.
them. Amy was the only girl, but the crowds seemed to love that. She wasn't just a valet (though she did follow
him down the ramp), but she wrestled too. In the day, the guys had work, and Amy was at Brian's garage. In the
evenings, they trained. On Saturdays and Sundays, there was shows. On Fridays, there was races.
It was Tuesday evening, but the ring had a broken post, so the gang weren't training. Amy was underneath her car,
working on the neon light which was lighting up the bottom of her Honda. Shannon was handing her tools, and Matt and
Jeff were sitting on the sideboards. Brian walked in, and Amy slid out. 'What's going on?' he said, walking in and
grabbing some keys. 'They're my friends Brian.' Amy said, standing up and brushing herself off. 'You got any of them?'.
He walked out cussing, and Matt turned to Amy. 'That was Brian Christopher!'. She handed Shannon her screwdriver.
'I know. He owns this joint.'. The guys looked impressed, but the moment was interrupted by Amy's cell phone. She answered
it. 'Yeah?...Do I sound like Matt Hardy?...well ring his number then.' She hung up angrily, and Matt's phone rang. He
smirked, and picked it up. 'Hello?...really?...OK...yeah...whatever...see you then.'. He pressed the 'OFF' button, and
turned to everyone, who were all looking at him expectantly. 'The show Sunday. There's a WWE scout gonna be there.'.
The guys were happy, and pumped for Sunday. When the day came, they raced to the arena in Amy's car. Changed and ready,
they were dying to get out there. Sitting backstage in a dirty dressing room, Shannon was ecstatic. Amy was excited, but
didn't show it. A roadie popped up through the doorframe. 'You got 30 seconds.'.
They stood up, and had a group hug. Matt leaned down and whispered in Amy's ear. 'Good Luck Ames.'. She smiled, touched.
'Right back at ya.'.