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now that I completely lost everyone's attention... on with the story
[Down inside
[I feel a lack
[But this time I won't be back
"That's harsh." Jeff muttered, not at all surprised with her reaction. "So, are you having fun over there? Or is it boring without any of us."
"It amazes me," Amy started. "That none of you guys think I'm capable of being away from you for extended amounts of time because without you, my life has no meaning."
"But isn't that the tru-"
"Goodbye Jeff." Amy announced, dropping the phone onto her bed. She looked up and saw Ian standing in the doorway, a curious look on his face.
"Everything okay?" He asked, sitting down on the bed next to her.
Amy shrugged. "That's questionable, but whatever." The look on Ian's face told her to go on if she wanted to and she smiled. "Long day."
"Casey told me about those guys that you ran into." Ian started. "Was it the same people you were just talking to Jeff about?" She nodded. "So you wanna tell me what happened with Shane, or is that still a gray area?"
"I haven't really talked to anybody about that." Amy said eventually.
Ian grinned. "But I'm not just anybody." He replied.
Her shoulder's fell. "No, I guess you're not. So you really wanna know about the falling out between me and Shane?" As soon as she said this she realized something; she'd had a lot of falling-outs ever since transferring to the WWE. None of them were really her fault either, come to think about it. Torrie and Stacy had decided she wasn't true Diva material and were part of the plan thought up by Matt and Jeff. She looked up as Ian cleared his throat and saw an expectant look on his face.
"I really do want to know." He assured. "Plus it could be therapeutic."
Amy gave him a questioning look and rolled her eyes. "It definitely might be that." She said. "But I doubt it."
*~ August 2001 ~*
"Do you know where Amy is?" Shane McMahon demanded, grabbing a frightened looking assistant by the arm.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and swallowed nervously. "I haven't seen her around Mr. McMahon. Sorry."
"I think she might be in her locker room." Somebody added from the side of the hallway and Shane shoved by both of them, momentarily forgetting the fact that he was supposed to be their boss and better then that.
So why hadn't he thought about looking in her locker room, he thought to himself sourly, pacing the halls until catching sight of the familiar logo taped to the door. He was about to knock when the door swung open.
Amy stood there, her back to him as she talked to another occupant of the room. She turned around quickly and bumped straight into Shane. "Oh hey Sweetie." She acknowledged upon realizing it was him. "What's up?"
"Can we go somewhere to talk?" He asked, gently taking a hold of her arm. "It's kind of important."
"Sure thing." She obliged, walking next to him in silence.
"Why are you doing it?" Shane asked once he deemed they were in a private enough place.
"Doing what?" She questioned, and then it dawned on her. "Oh, are you talking about my match against Stephanie?" She guessed.
Shane nodded gravely. "Exactly. And why would you put me into that kind of a situation?"
"I didn't realize you were in my match." Amy quipped. "What does me and your sister fighting have to do with you at all?" She then asked after seeing the serious look on his face.
Shane held out his hands, palms facing up. "Sister, girlfriend, where are my priorities supposed to be here?"
Amy shrugged. "That's up to you to decide." She rationalized. "Not me." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned away. "I'll see you later though." She promised over her shoulder, walking back to her room.
And later had happened a lot sooner then Amy would have anticipated. It had been a pretty good match even though Amy had the clear advantage. She was still trying to figure out how; but Stephanie definitely looked out of her element in the ring.
Amy had just set the princess up for a suplex when the crowd started booing and she turned her attention to the top of the ramp.
Shane was standing there, an unreadable look on his face and he began walking down towards the ring.
Stephanie took the opportunity to break free from the grapple and execute a half-decent DDT. Amy got up when Stephanie was parading around the ring amidst the booing and launched herself against the rope to hit Stephanie with a clothesline when she felt somebody grab hold of her ankle, pitching her to the ground. Stephanie dragged her up and delivered a German suplex pin, earning the three count.
Shane climbed into the ring. With one hand holding the microphone he used the other to raise his sister's hand in victory.
"Come on now Lita." He started, bringing the microphone to his lips as Stephanie began her assault on the helpless red-head. "You should know my loyalty always lies within the family." They both started laughing as Amy used the turnbuckle to pull herself up and turned around before they could see the tears forming in Amy's eyes.
They left the ring a few minutes later and Amy still stood there until she looked up to see Jeff approach her, his arms held out. Jef helped her out of the ring and gave her a sympathetic glance. He knew it was her pride that hurt more then the actual injuries and that made him feel that much worse for her.
A couple of people tried to approach her backstage but Jeff waved them away, he knew what kind of mood Amy was in and that meant she didn't want to talk to anyone.
"Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Jeff asked once he got her to her room and situated.
"Probably." She replied. "Good luck on your match and I guess I'll see you after the show."
Jeff nodded affirmatively. "Yup, and then we go to the hotel before setting off and doing this all over again."
"Joy." Amy muttered sarcastically, propping her head up with her pillow. She watched as he left the room and then heard voices arguing straight outside. The door was opened slowly and Shane poked his head in.
"I told you to leave her alone." Jeff argued from outside. "Now get the hell out before I kick your ass!"
Shane was quick to ignore him and shut the door, locking it securely. Amy watched him warily as he approached and sat down on the bench next to her.
"What do you want?" She asked finally, moving away as he got closer.
"Why are you moving away from me?" He asked, a hurt look on his face. "I just wanted to let you know that the match was great."
"Until you cost me it." Amy finally snapped, pointing out the obvious. She stood up angrily. "That was for the number one contender spot Shane." She added. "I can't believe that you did that."
"Oh come on." He started. "You can't mean to tell me you took everything I said seriously. I was putting on an act for those people. Me and Steph are co-owners of the Alliance; I'm not supposed to pick the Hardy girl over her."
"Well I didn't find your act very amusing." Amy stated evenly, crossing her arms over her chest. "In fact I'm going to get going."
Shane looked down at the ground. "So I'll see you in our room later at the hotel later?"
"No. I'll be in my own room and you will be in yours." Amy wrapped her coat around her shoulders and grabbed her bags, stalking out of the room before he could protest what she said. She had just pushed the back door open when she heard somebody running after her. She ignored whoever it was, Shane or not, and walked to her car, ignoring the snow that was falling. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Amy, just talk to me." Shane pleaded. She spun around and his breath caught in his throat. Her hair, which had fallen from the ponytail, was now being whipped around by the wind, framing her face and making her even more beautiful. Her brown eyes opened wide when she saw him again and her lips were pursed into an almost 'o' shape. He grabbed her by the shoulders and she flinched. "Don't act like this."
"Or what?" Amy challenged, bringing herself up to her full 5 foot 8 inches.
"You don't know what kind of power I hold in this company." Shane said simply.
She shook her head. "Whatever power you have, it was given to you by mistake and don't even think about threatening me."
Pulling his jacket closer to him, Shane scowled. "Whatever Dumas. Just wait until the next show and you see what you're doing."
*~*~*
Ian was quiet as he watched Amy sit there, an upset expression on her face. "So what match did you have?"
"Bra and panties against Terri and she won." Amy responded, visibly cringing at the remembrance. "But whatever, that's in the past." She hopped off the couch and gave him a quick hug. "Thanks for listening Ian, I think it helped a lot."
Ian watched as she walked out of the room looking a lot happier and felt good that he had at least made her feel better.
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[Down inside
[I feel a lack
[But this time I won't be back
"That's harsh." Jeff muttered, not at all surprised with her reaction. "So, are you having fun over there? Or is it boring without any of us."
"It amazes me," Amy started. "That none of you guys think I'm capable of being away from you for extended amounts of time because without you, my life has no meaning."
"But isn't that the tru-"
"Goodbye Jeff." Amy announced, dropping the phone onto her bed. She looked up and saw Ian standing in the doorway, a curious look on his face.
"Everything okay?" He asked, sitting down on the bed next to her.
Amy shrugged. "That's questionable, but whatever." The look on Ian's face told her to go on if she wanted to and she smiled. "Long day."
"Casey told me about those guys that you ran into." Ian started. "Was it the same people you were just talking to Jeff about?" She nodded. "So you wanna tell me what happened with Shane, or is that still a gray area?"
"I haven't really talked to anybody about that." Amy said eventually.
Ian grinned. "But I'm not just anybody." He replied.
Her shoulder's fell. "No, I guess you're not. So you really wanna know about the falling out between me and Shane?" As soon as she said this she realized something; she'd had a lot of falling-outs ever since transferring to the WWE. None of them were really her fault either, come to think about it. Torrie and Stacy had decided she wasn't true Diva material and were part of the plan thought up by Matt and Jeff. She looked up as Ian cleared his throat and saw an expectant look on his face.
"I really do want to know." He assured. "Plus it could be therapeutic."
Amy gave him a questioning look and rolled her eyes. "It definitely might be that." She said. "But I doubt it."
*~ August 2001 ~*
"Do you know where Amy is?" Shane McMahon demanded, grabbing a frightened looking assistant by the arm.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and swallowed nervously. "I haven't seen her around Mr. McMahon. Sorry."
"I think she might be in her locker room." Somebody added from the side of the hallway and Shane shoved by both of them, momentarily forgetting the fact that he was supposed to be their boss and better then that.
So why hadn't he thought about looking in her locker room, he thought to himself sourly, pacing the halls until catching sight of the familiar logo taped to the door. He was about to knock when the door swung open.
Amy stood there, her back to him as she talked to another occupant of the room. She turned around quickly and bumped straight into Shane. "Oh hey Sweetie." She acknowledged upon realizing it was him. "What's up?"
"Can we go somewhere to talk?" He asked, gently taking a hold of her arm. "It's kind of important."
"Sure thing." She obliged, walking next to him in silence.
"Why are you doing it?" Shane asked once he deemed they were in a private enough place.
"Doing what?" She questioned, and then it dawned on her. "Oh, are you talking about my match against Stephanie?" She guessed.
Shane nodded gravely. "Exactly. And why would you put me into that kind of a situation?"
"I didn't realize you were in my match." Amy quipped. "What does me and your sister fighting have to do with you at all?" She then asked after seeing the serious look on his face.
Shane held out his hands, palms facing up. "Sister, girlfriend, where are my priorities supposed to be here?"
Amy shrugged. "That's up to you to decide." She rationalized. "Not me." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned away. "I'll see you later though." She promised over her shoulder, walking back to her room.
And later had happened a lot sooner then Amy would have anticipated. It had been a pretty good match even though Amy had the clear advantage. She was still trying to figure out how; but Stephanie definitely looked out of her element in the ring.
Amy had just set the princess up for a suplex when the crowd started booing and she turned her attention to the top of the ramp.
Shane was standing there, an unreadable look on his face and he began walking down towards the ring.
Stephanie took the opportunity to break free from the grapple and execute a half-decent DDT. Amy got up when Stephanie was parading around the ring amidst the booing and launched herself against the rope to hit Stephanie with a clothesline when she felt somebody grab hold of her ankle, pitching her to the ground. Stephanie dragged her up and delivered a German suplex pin, earning the three count.
Shane climbed into the ring. With one hand holding the microphone he used the other to raise his sister's hand in victory.
"Come on now Lita." He started, bringing the microphone to his lips as Stephanie began her assault on the helpless red-head. "You should know my loyalty always lies within the family." They both started laughing as Amy used the turnbuckle to pull herself up and turned around before they could see the tears forming in Amy's eyes.
They left the ring a few minutes later and Amy still stood there until she looked up to see Jeff approach her, his arms held out. Jef helped her out of the ring and gave her a sympathetic glance. He knew it was her pride that hurt more then the actual injuries and that made him feel that much worse for her.
A couple of people tried to approach her backstage but Jeff waved them away, he knew what kind of mood Amy was in and that meant she didn't want to talk to anyone.
"Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Jeff asked once he got her to her room and situated.
"Probably." She replied. "Good luck on your match and I guess I'll see you after the show."
Jeff nodded affirmatively. "Yup, and then we go to the hotel before setting off and doing this all over again."
"Joy." Amy muttered sarcastically, propping her head up with her pillow. She watched as he left the room and then heard voices arguing straight outside. The door was opened slowly and Shane poked his head in.
"I told you to leave her alone." Jeff argued from outside. "Now get the hell out before I kick your ass!"
Shane was quick to ignore him and shut the door, locking it securely. Amy watched him warily as he approached and sat down on the bench next to her.
"What do you want?" She asked finally, moving away as he got closer.
"Why are you moving away from me?" He asked, a hurt look on his face. "I just wanted to let you know that the match was great."
"Until you cost me it." Amy finally snapped, pointing out the obvious. She stood up angrily. "That was for the number one contender spot Shane." She added. "I can't believe that you did that."
"Oh come on." He started. "You can't mean to tell me you took everything I said seriously. I was putting on an act for those people. Me and Steph are co-owners of the Alliance; I'm not supposed to pick the Hardy girl over her."
"Well I didn't find your act very amusing." Amy stated evenly, crossing her arms over her chest. "In fact I'm going to get going."
Shane looked down at the ground. "So I'll see you in our room later at the hotel later?"
"No. I'll be in my own room and you will be in yours." Amy wrapped her coat around her shoulders and grabbed her bags, stalking out of the room before he could protest what she said. She had just pushed the back door open when she heard somebody running after her. She ignored whoever it was, Shane or not, and walked to her car, ignoring the snow that was falling. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Amy, just talk to me." Shane pleaded. She spun around and his breath caught in his throat. Her hair, which had fallen from the ponytail, was now being whipped around by the wind, framing her face and making her even more beautiful. Her brown eyes opened wide when she saw him again and her lips were pursed into an almost 'o' shape. He grabbed her by the shoulders and she flinched. "Don't act like this."
"Or what?" Amy challenged, bringing herself up to her full 5 foot 8 inches.
"You don't know what kind of power I hold in this company." Shane said simply.
She shook her head. "Whatever power you have, it was given to you by mistake and don't even think about threatening me."
Pulling his jacket closer to him, Shane scowled. "Whatever Dumas. Just wait until the next show and you see what you're doing."
*~*~*
Ian was quiet as he watched Amy sit there, an upset expression on her face. "So what match did you have?"
"Bra and panties against Terri and she won." Amy responded, visibly cringing at the remembrance. "But whatever, that's in the past." She hopped off the couch and gave him a quick hug. "Thanks for listening Ian, I think it helped a lot."
Ian watched as she walked out of the room looking a lot happier and felt good that he had at least made her feel better.
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