Author's Note: Nothing much here, guys. Really, I got nothing.
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Amy sat listlessly in her hotel room. She had RAW on, but her mind really wasn't on it; she was concerned with more important matters. Like her misinterpretations of what Scott said, and her worry for him. She knew the style of wrestling he was doing right now was a lot more dangerous than anything in WWE. When people pay-per-viewed a 2 hour wrestling show for $10 a week, well...you'd better give them a show. And she knew Scott would, which was precisely what she was worried about.
Her eyes drifted to the t.v. screen. Evolution was walking out to the ring, which meant it was time for the main event. Triple H versus Steiner. Again.
She sighed and reached for the remote. She switched the t.v. off, and sank back onto the bed, drowning in her thoughts. She drifted off somewhere between sleep and consciousness, and had a half-waking nightmare, more like a very clear memory, of her encounter with Hunter that afternoon. An ominous thought startled her wide awake.
"See you tonight."
"He's been following me..." she thought. "He'll know where I am...oh my God."
Amy quickly gathered her things together, grabbed her room key and rushed down to the front desk.
"I'm sorry, I know this is going to sound really weird," she said, trying to give the desk clerk a reassuring smile. "But would it be possible for me to rent another hotel room?"
"Is there something wrong with the room you're in?" the woman ask concernedly.
"Oh, not at all," Lita kept the fake smile plastered in place. "It's just that, well..."
"Well, what?" she thought to herself. "I think one of the biggest wrestlers in our business is stalking me, so I'm going to run like a scared little girl? That'll go over well with her...So think, Lita, what is it?"
"I have a friend coming in!" she blurted out. "And I'd like to get him a room here, if you have one." The lie came out more easily than she had expected it would, and was pleased to see the woman's face light up with understanding.
"Absolutely! In fact, the room right next to yours is empty. I'll book it right now."
Before Lita could think of a reason to protest, the friendly woman was already punching numbers into the computer. She would have liked a room farther away from where Hunter would be coming, but at least maybe now she'd truly know what would have happened had she just stayed in place. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she'd just go back to the room, raid the minibar in spite of herself, and watch some t.v. until she fell asleep. Maybe...
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the hotel front doors swing open. Hunter had his head turned and was talking to Shane McMahon. He hadn't seen her yet, but if he looked around just the slightest little bit...
"That room will be great. Thanks," she said quickly, practically throwing her credit card at the woman to pay for the extra room. She signed the receipt quickly, and rushed up to the room, practically running once she was out of the lobby and out of view for Triple H. When she got to the room, she locked herself inside, dropping her bags and panting, more from excitement than lack of breath.
She waited there a few minutes, sitting on the bed, until she heard what she first took as a knocking on her own door. She soon realized it was at the door to the room beside her. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard Hunter's voice.
"I know you're in there. Come on, just let me in so we can talk." His voice dropped lower, became almost confidential. "You dropped your spare room key today, when you ran off in the parking lot. Open the door, and it will be easier for you. I promise."
Inside her own room, Amy had begun to shake without realizing it. She tasted salt, and realized tears were running down her face. She bit her lip to hold in a sob.
"All right," she heard his gravelly voice again. "I'm coming in."
There was a slam as she heard the door slam over. Then, somewhat muffled because of the wall between them, Hunter's indignant shout when he found the room empty.
"That's it," she assured herself. "He didn't find me, he'll leave, go sleep if off somewhere or go get mindlessly drunk. He'll get over it, and move on."
But then she heard a crash from the room next to her, and something that sounded heavy bang on the wall, and then a sound like glass breaking.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, Amy backed into the corner of her room, hugging knees drawn up to her chest, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut like a small child.
"He's trashing the room. He's really that crazy. He's taking it out on the room. The anger he has for me. What's going to happen when he sees me again? If that's what he's doing to the room, what will he do to me?"
She stayed in that spot long after the noises from the room over had ceased, and fell into a fitful sleep, curled up there in the corner, as the tears still streaked her face and dampened her hair.
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Amy sat listlessly in her hotel room. She had RAW on, but her mind really wasn't on it; she was concerned with more important matters. Like her misinterpretations of what Scott said, and her worry for him. She knew the style of wrestling he was doing right now was a lot more dangerous than anything in WWE. When people pay-per-viewed a 2 hour wrestling show for $10 a week, well...you'd better give them a show. And she knew Scott would, which was precisely what she was worried about.
Her eyes drifted to the t.v. screen. Evolution was walking out to the ring, which meant it was time for the main event. Triple H versus Steiner. Again.
She sighed and reached for the remote. She switched the t.v. off, and sank back onto the bed, drowning in her thoughts. She drifted off somewhere between sleep and consciousness, and had a half-waking nightmare, more like a very clear memory, of her encounter with Hunter that afternoon. An ominous thought startled her wide awake.
"See you tonight."
"He's been following me..." she thought. "He'll know where I am...oh my God."
Amy quickly gathered her things together, grabbed her room key and rushed down to the front desk.
"I'm sorry, I know this is going to sound really weird," she said, trying to give the desk clerk a reassuring smile. "But would it be possible for me to rent another hotel room?"
"Is there something wrong with the room you're in?" the woman ask concernedly.
"Oh, not at all," Lita kept the fake smile plastered in place. "It's just that, well..."
"Well, what?" she thought to herself. "I think one of the biggest wrestlers in our business is stalking me, so I'm going to run like a scared little girl? That'll go over well with her...So think, Lita, what is it?"
"I have a friend coming in!" she blurted out. "And I'd like to get him a room here, if you have one." The lie came out more easily than she had expected it would, and was pleased to see the woman's face light up with understanding.
"Absolutely! In fact, the room right next to yours is empty. I'll book it right now."
Before Lita could think of a reason to protest, the friendly woman was already punching numbers into the computer. She would have liked a room farther away from where Hunter would be coming, but at least maybe now she'd truly know what would have happened had she just stayed in place. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she'd just go back to the room, raid the minibar in spite of herself, and watch some t.v. until she fell asleep. Maybe...
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the hotel front doors swing open. Hunter had his head turned and was talking to Shane McMahon. He hadn't seen her yet, but if he looked around just the slightest little bit...
"That room will be great. Thanks," she said quickly, practically throwing her credit card at the woman to pay for the extra room. She signed the receipt quickly, and rushed up to the room, practically running once she was out of the lobby and out of view for Triple H. When she got to the room, she locked herself inside, dropping her bags and panting, more from excitement than lack of breath.
She waited there a few minutes, sitting on the bed, until she heard what she first took as a knocking on her own door. She soon realized it was at the door to the room beside her. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard Hunter's voice.
"I know you're in there. Come on, just let me in so we can talk." His voice dropped lower, became almost confidential. "You dropped your spare room key today, when you ran off in the parking lot. Open the door, and it will be easier for you. I promise."
Inside her own room, Amy had begun to shake without realizing it. She tasted salt, and realized tears were running down her face. She bit her lip to hold in a sob.
"All right," she heard his gravelly voice again. "I'm coming in."
There was a slam as she heard the door slam over. Then, somewhat muffled because of the wall between them, Hunter's indignant shout when he found the room empty.
"That's it," she assured herself. "He didn't find me, he'll leave, go sleep if off somewhere or go get mindlessly drunk. He'll get over it, and move on."
But then she heard a crash from the room next to her, and something that sounded heavy bang on the wall, and then a sound like glass breaking.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, Amy backed into the corner of her room, hugging knees drawn up to her chest, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut like a small child.
"He's trashing the room. He's really that crazy. He's taking it out on the room. The anger he has for me. What's going to happen when he sees me again? If that's what he's doing to the room, what will he do to me?"
She stayed in that spot long after the noises from the room over had ceased, and fell into a fitful sleep, curled up there in the corner, as the tears still streaked her face and dampened her hair.