A/N: Donna, I didn't mean to make you cry!!! :) And also, I SUCK at writing matches with detail, so be forewarned!
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Amy groaned when she heard Shane say that. "Why did you do that?"
"The real reason or the one I gave Sam?"
"Both, Shane."
"I don't want to talk about it on the phone Amy. You're at Matt's, right?"
"Yeah."
"Be there in a few." He shut off his phone and started the car. He pulled up at Matt's a few mintes later, and Amy opened the door. He came in and she pointed to a chair.
"Sit and explain." Matt came in just as he sat. Matt knew the situation, and both he and Amy were waiting.
"I told her that Ronnie didn't really like me hanging out with girls, and that since I had her, and am sure that she's the one, I didn't really feel the need to."
Matt sighed. "What are you trying to do Shane?"
"Let me finish this first Matt. I told her that we shouldn't be friends anymore, at all."
Amy stared at him intently. "You basically told her that you don't need her anymore." All he could do was nod.
"Again, what were you trying to accomplish Shane?" Matt asked him.
"I thought that by being mean enough she wouldn't be hurt that we weren't hanging out anymore. Ronnie can't stand Sam, true. But she never could, so this isn't any different. And Ronnie isn't the one for me, I know that. And for a very short while I believed Sam was. It just hurts so bad to be near her, Matt."
Amy stood up. "Thank you Shane. Now I get to go home and comfort my best friend because the man that she is in love with just ripped her heart out and stomped on it. I thought you were the one who wasn't supposed to make her cry." She walked past them out the door.
Shane was trying to comprehend what Amy had just said. He turned to Matt. "Did she just say that Sam was in love with me?" Matt nodded. "Oh, God."
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Amy opened the door to find Sam sitting in the same spot she was when Shane left. Sam looked up at her, and Amy could see the dullness in her eyes. "Hey." Amy sat down next to her and put her arms around her.
"I am so sorry sweetie."
"You heard." It was a statement, not a question."
"Yeah."
"Yeah." Sam couldn't help it, she started crying. She got it all out, and was feeling a bit better when she was finished. "Sorry Amers."
"Don't be, that's what I'm here for." She decided not to mention what she had said to Shane, it would only upset Sam more.
Sam stood up. "I really am feeling a little better Amy, if you want to go back over to Matt's."
"No, it's fine. We've got to leave in the morning again anyways."
Sam groaned. "I have to see him tomorrow? And I have that streetfight with Ronnie."
Amy gave her an evil grin. "Yeah, but oh what fun you will have with that!"
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Sam woke up late the next morning. By the time she got downstairs, everyone was there. 'Everyone' unfortunately included Shane and Ronnie. She avoided them both by grabbing a muffin bar and going out to the car. She climbed up front and waited fot the rest of them. It was an uneventful ride to the airport, and they boarded with no problems. Sam had to sit with Ronnie so they could discuss the match. Shane sat back with Matt (who didn't have a Smackdown show, so he was traveling with them), Amy, and Jeff.
"OK, how do we want to do this?" Sam asked Ronnie.
"Do you know how much time we have?"
"I think they said about 15 minutes."
"And you're winning?"
"Yep."
"Do you want to finish in the ring or out?"
"Actually, I'd like to try this..."
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RAW comes back from commercial, and the camera pans to King and JR. "Tonight folks we have got a real slobber knocker. It has recently been revealed in the back that there is much more to the feud between Lila Banks and Sam Hardy than meets the eye."
"Yes there is JR. Apparently most of it revolves around The Hurricane."
"Well, King, all I know is that Lila Banks will have her hands full here tonight. Sam Hardy may not be an active wrestler, but she is a Hardy, and rumor has it that when she wrestled, her style was very similar to her good friend Lita's."
"That match will be coming up a little later on tonight. In the ring now we have...."
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Sam was watching that on a monitor in the back while she was stretching out. She had already changed, having borrowed an outfit from Amy, and was ready to go. She was very focused, and didn't notice when Shane first came up beside her. "Hey.'
"Shane."
"I just wanted to tell you to be careful out there."
"Oh, did Ronnie say you could?" She said sarcastically, and walked away. Amy had noticed the exchange, and just shook her head. She hated seeing them both in pain, but could only hope that they would work it out soon.
Sam had music now- Christina Aguilera's 'Can't Hold Us Down'- and headed out onto the ramp when it played. There was a surprisingly large applause as she made her way down into the ring. Ronnie was introduced next, and the two stared each other down before Ronnie made the first move. She slapped Sam, who just glared at her before slapping her back. The hitting went back and forth for awhile until Sam shoved Ronnie hard. She used this time to reach under the ring, and she came out with a trash can lid. She snuck up behind Ronnie, and knocked her over the head with it when she stood up. Ronnie was stunned for a moment before she pushed Sam as hard as she could. She grabbed a chair from the outside of the ring, climbed back in and whacked Sam with it. The match went back and forth that way, each woman briefly having the advantage. They started setting up for the finisher. Ronnie had Sam sitting up on the top turnbuckle. She gave her the hurricanrana to set her up for the moonsault. Sam rolled out of the way, slowly got up, and hit Ronnie with the chair that was still in the ring. Sam dragged Ronnie closer to the ropes, climbed up, and carefully executed a shooting star press to pick up the win. The crowd was going crazy- it was very rare to see a female perform that move. Up in the commentator's booth, JR and King were in shock.
"King, did you see that?"
"Yes I did JR. And I thought Sam said she wasn't a wrestler." The camera cut back to Sam as she stood over Ronnie. She leaned down, and trash talked a bit before standing up with a triumphant smirk on her face, and walked back to the locker room. Shane was standing by the curtain.
"What in the hell were you thinking doing a shooting star press Samantha?"
She gave him a cool look. "What business is that of yours, Shane?"
"Well, that could have....really hurt Ronnie."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that to happen." She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm.
"Are you really ok?" He noticed that she limped up the ramp, and there was an ugly cut above her eye.
She pulled out of his grasp. "I'm fine." Randy came running up to her.
"Sam, are you okay?"
She waited until Shane had walked away to answer. "No, Randy, I'm not." He had an idea of what was wrong, so he picked her up and carried her to the trainer's room. "Hi Paul," Sam said to the WWE's resident trainer.
He smiled wryly. "Wondered how long it would take you to get here. I saw you roll your ankle."
She grimaced as she pulled off her shoe. "Yeah. Finishing the match was alot of fun." They all looked down at her foot to see that it was already starting to swell. Paul looked up at her.
"Your best bet would be to go to the ER and get some x-rays to be safe. It's probably just a sprain, but that way you'll know for sure."
"Thanks Paul, just how I wanted to spend my evening."
"Sorry Sam."
"Yeah." She looked to Randy. "Feel like spending some time at Tampa General?"
He laughed. "Sure. Let me go get our stuff and I'll come back to get you." She nodded and he left. She was sitting there waiting when Shane and Ronnie came in. Shane looked at her.
"Thought you said you were okay?"
"And I thought I said it had nothing to do with you?"
Ronnie interrupted them. "It doesn't" Sam sat there watching Ronnie get treated for a few cuts, but otherwise nothing major. Randy came back and picked her up, and Shane just stared.
"Randy, I can walk. I finished the match and made it back here, I think I can walk to the car."
He rolled his eyes. "Sam, you can't even get your shoe back on your foot because it is so swelled. Don't argue with me." He turned to Paul. "Thanks man."
"Sure thing. Let me know what they say." Randy nodded, and they left. Shane looked at Paul.
"What happened to her?"
"She rolled her ankle pretty bad. I don't think its broken, but it is definitly a bad sprain." Shane grimaced, and Ronnie rolled her eyes. Paul saw this, and was a little more harsh than normal when cleaning her worst cut.
"Hey!" Ronnie yelped in pain, and Paul grinned innocently.
"Sorry!"
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Sam and Randy sat in the waiting room for an hour before she was even called back. She then went through x-rays, and was now just waiting for the doctor. He came in a moment later.
"Hi there, Miss Hardy. How did this happen?"
"I was in a match and landed wrong, rolling my ankle. It hurts like hell."
He chuckled. "I'm sure it does. The nurse tells me you're a wrestler?"
She grunted when he turned her foot. "Only for tonight." He finished messing with her foot around and stood. "I'll be right back with the films." He came back with them a moment later. "According to the x-rays there is a tiny crack along the bone."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Sorry, but no." He put the films up and she could see that he wasn't. "We're going to give you a soft cast and some crutches. Use those for at least two weeks, and make an appointment with your regular doctor in about 10 days."
"Two weeks?" He nodded. "I'm in a wedding in two weeks."
"You might be able to get away with it for that long, but that's about it."
She nodded. "Thank you doctor."
"Your welcome." He nodded at them both and left the room to get the cast. Randy turned to Sam.
"Well this sucks."
"Seriously. Oh, do you want to come to the wedding with me?"
"I was wondering when you were going to ask."
"Oh, well, this whole BROKEN ANKLE THING CAME UP!" They both were laughing as the doctor came back in.
"Must not be in too much pain?"
Sam shook her head. "I don't remember what the nurse gave me, but damn. Feels nice." The nurse had given her a shot while the doctor was explaining everything.
"Tylenol 3."
"Codine. That explains it. But I didn't know they put it in shots now."
"It's a recent thing. Did you study meds or something?"
"Just a few classes." He finished adjusting her cast and handed Randy her discharge papers and instructions.
"You can take that off to shower and to sleep, for now. Your regular doctor might have other directions for you, but for now, just stick with that."
She stood up and grabbed the crutches. "Thanks doc." He nodded at them, and they went out to the car. It was a quiet drive back to the hotel, and a large number of superstars were still at the bar when they got back, so they stopped. Matt was the first to see them, and he yelled out.
"Sam! You broke it?"
She hobbled her way over to him. "Barely. Nothing too major. I'm kind of floating right now actually." He looked to Randy for clarification.
"Codine."
Matt nodded. "Ah. So are you going home?"
"No, I'll go to Smackdown tomorrow because I have alot of stuff to go over with vince and Steph. Then I'm off for the house shows because someone I know is getting married next weekend." He smiled.
"Yes I am." They walked over to Amy, who made Sam repeat the story. Shane was sitting at the bar with Ronnie, and he couldn't take his eyes off of Sam. Ronnie saw this and looked away. Under the facade she was keeping up, the truth was becoming more and more obvious. She would eventually lose Shane to Sam, and she knew it. But could she admit it?
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Amy groaned when she heard Shane say that. "Why did you do that?"
"The real reason or the one I gave Sam?"
"Both, Shane."
"I don't want to talk about it on the phone Amy. You're at Matt's, right?"
"Yeah."
"Be there in a few." He shut off his phone and started the car. He pulled up at Matt's a few mintes later, and Amy opened the door. He came in and she pointed to a chair.
"Sit and explain." Matt came in just as he sat. Matt knew the situation, and both he and Amy were waiting.
"I told her that Ronnie didn't really like me hanging out with girls, and that since I had her, and am sure that she's the one, I didn't really feel the need to."
Matt sighed. "What are you trying to do Shane?"
"Let me finish this first Matt. I told her that we shouldn't be friends anymore, at all."
Amy stared at him intently. "You basically told her that you don't need her anymore." All he could do was nod.
"Again, what were you trying to accomplish Shane?" Matt asked him.
"I thought that by being mean enough she wouldn't be hurt that we weren't hanging out anymore. Ronnie can't stand Sam, true. But she never could, so this isn't any different. And Ronnie isn't the one for me, I know that. And for a very short while I believed Sam was. It just hurts so bad to be near her, Matt."
Amy stood up. "Thank you Shane. Now I get to go home and comfort my best friend because the man that she is in love with just ripped her heart out and stomped on it. I thought you were the one who wasn't supposed to make her cry." She walked past them out the door.
Shane was trying to comprehend what Amy had just said. He turned to Matt. "Did she just say that Sam was in love with me?" Matt nodded. "Oh, God."
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Amy opened the door to find Sam sitting in the same spot she was when Shane left. Sam looked up at her, and Amy could see the dullness in her eyes. "Hey." Amy sat down next to her and put her arms around her.
"I am so sorry sweetie."
"You heard." It was a statement, not a question."
"Yeah."
"Yeah." Sam couldn't help it, she started crying. She got it all out, and was feeling a bit better when she was finished. "Sorry Amers."
"Don't be, that's what I'm here for." She decided not to mention what she had said to Shane, it would only upset Sam more.
Sam stood up. "I really am feeling a little better Amy, if you want to go back over to Matt's."
"No, it's fine. We've got to leave in the morning again anyways."
Sam groaned. "I have to see him tomorrow? And I have that streetfight with Ronnie."
Amy gave her an evil grin. "Yeah, but oh what fun you will have with that!"
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Sam woke up late the next morning. By the time she got downstairs, everyone was there. 'Everyone' unfortunately included Shane and Ronnie. She avoided them both by grabbing a muffin bar and going out to the car. She climbed up front and waited fot the rest of them. It was an uneventful ride to the airport, and they boarded with no problems. Sam had to sit with Ronnie so they could discuss the match. Shane sat back with Matt (who didn't have a Smackdown show, so he was traveling with them), Amy, and Jeff.
"OK, how do we want to do this?" Sam asked Ronnie.
"Do you know how much time we have?"
"I think they said about 15 minutes."
"And you're winning?"
"Yep."
"Do you want to finish in the ring or out?"
"Actually, I'd like to try this..."
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RAW comes back from commercial, and the camera pans to King and JR. "Tonight folks we have got a real slobber knocker. It has recently been revealed in the back that there is much more to the feud between Lila Banks and Sam Hardy than meets the eye."
"Yes there is JR. Apparently most of it revolves around The Hurricane."
"Well, King, all I know is that Lila Banks will have her hands full here tonight. Sam Hardy may not be an active wrestler, but she is a Hardy, and rumor has it that when she wrestled, her style was very similar to her good friend Lita's."
"That match will be coming up a little later on tonight. In the ring now we have...."
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Sam was watching that on a monitor in the back while she was stretching out. She had already changed, having borrowed an outfit from Amy, and was ready to go. She was very focused, and didn't notice when Shane first came up beside her. "Hey.'
"Shane."
"I just wanted to tell you to be careful out there."
"Oh, did Ronnie say you could?" She said sarcastically, and walked away. Amy had noticed the exchange, and just shook her head. She hated seeing them both in pain, but could only hope that they would work it out soon.
Sam had music now- Christina Aguilera's 'Can't Hold Us Down'- and headed out onto the ramp when it played. There was a surprisingly large applause as she made her way down into the ring. Ronnie was introduced next, and the two stared each other down before Ronnie made the first move. She slapped Sam, who just glared at her before slapping her back. The hitting went back and forth for awhile until Sam shoved Ronnie hard. She used this time to reach under the ring, and she came out with a trash can lid. She snuck up behind Ronnie, and knocked her over the head with it when she stood up. Ronnie was stunned for a moment before she pushed Sam as hard as she could. She grabbed a chair from the outside of the ring, climbed back in and whacked Sam with it. The match went back and forth that way, each woman briefly having the advantage. They started setting up for the finisher. Ronnie had Sam sitting up on the top turnbuckle. She gave her the hurricanrana to set her up for the moonsault. Sam rolled out of the way, slowly got up, and hit Ronnie with the chair that was still in the ring. Sam dragged Ronnie closer to the ropes, climbed up, and carefully executed a shooting star press to pick up the win. The crowd was going crazy- it was very rare to see a female perform that move. Up in the commentator's booth, JR and King were in shock.
"King, did you see that?"
"Yes I did JR. And I thought Sam said she wasn't a wrestler." The camera cut back to Sam as she stood over Ronnie. She leaned down, and trash talked a bit before standing up with a triumphant smirk on her face, and walked back to the locker room. Shane was standing by the curtain.
"What in the hell were you thinking doing a shooting star press Samantha?"
She gave him a cool look. "What business is that of yours, Shane?"
"Well, that could have....really hurt Ronnie."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that to happen." She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm.
"Are you really ok?" He noticed that she limped up the ramp, and there was an ugly cut above her eye.
She pulled out of his grasp. "I'm fine." Randy came running up to her.
"Sam, are you okay?"
She waited until Shane had walked away to answer. "No, Randy, I'm not." He had an idea of what was wrong, so he picked her up and carried her to the trainer's room. "Hi Paul," Sam said to the WWE's resident trainer.
He smiled wryly. "Wondered how long it would take you to get here. I saw you roll your ankle."
She grimaced as she pulled off her shoe. "Yeah. Finishing the match was alot of fun." They all looked down at her foot to see that it was already starting to swell. Paul looked up at her.
"Your best bet would be to go to the ER and get some x-rays to be safe. It's probably just a sprain, but that way you'll know for sure."
"Thanks Paul, just how I wanted to spend my evening."
"Sorry Sam."
"Yeah." She looked to Randy. "Feel like spending some time at Tampa General?"
He laughed. "Sure. Let me go get our stuff and I'll come back to get you." She nodded and he left. She was sitting there waiting when Shane and Ronnie came in. Shane looked at her.
"Thought you said you were okay?"
"And I thought I said it had nothing to do with you?"
Ronnie interrupted them. "It doesn't" Sam sat there watching Ronnie get treated for a few cuts, but otherwise nothing major. Randy came back and picked her up, and Shane just stared.
"Randy, I can walk. I finished the match and made it back here, I think I can walk to the car."
He rolled his eyes. "Sam, you can't even get your shoe back on your foot because it is so swelled. Don't argue with me." He turned to Paul. "Thanks man."
"Sure thing. Let me know what they say." Randy nodded, and they left. Shane looked at Paul.
"What happened to her?"
"She rolled her ankle pretty bad. I don't think its broken, but it is definitly a bad sprain." Shane grimaced, and Ronnie rolled her eyes. Paul saw this, and was a little more harsh than normal when cleaning her worst cut.
"Hey!" Ronnie yelped in pain, and Paul grinned innocently.
"Sorry!"
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Sam and Randy sat in the waiting room for an hour before she was even called back. She then went through x-rays, and was now just waiting for the doctor. He came in a moment later.
"Hi there, Miss Hardy. How did this happen?"
"I was in a match and landed wrong, rolling my ankle. It hurts like hell."
He chuckled. "I'm sure it does. The nurse tells me you're a wrestler?"
She grunted when he turned her foot. "Only for tonight." He finished messing with her foot around and stood. "I'll be right back with the films." He came back with them a moment later. "According to the x-rays there is a tiny crack along the bone."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Sorry, but no." He put the films up and she could see that he wasn't. "We're going to give you a soft cast and some crutches. Use those for at least two weeks, and make an appointment with your regular doctor in about 10 days."
"Two weeks?" He nodded. "I'm in a wedding in two weeks."
"You might be able to get away with it for that long, but that's about it."
She nodded. "Thank you doctor."
"Your welcome." He nodded at them both and left the room to get the cast. Randy turned to Sam.
"Well this sucks."
"Seriously. Oh, do you want to come to the wedding with me?"
"I was wondering when you were going to ask."
"Oh, well, this whole BROKEN ANKLE THING CAME UP!" They both were laughing as the doctor came back in.
"Must not be in too much pain?"
Sam shook her head. "I don't remember what the nurse gave me, but damn. Feels nice." The nurse had given her a shot while the doctor was explaining everything.
"Tylenol 3."
"Codine. That explains it. But I didn't know they put it in shots now."
"It's a recent thing. Did you study meds or something?"
"Just a few classes." He finished adjusting her cast and handed Randy her discharge papers and instructions.
"You can take that off to shower and to sleep, for now. Your regular doctor might have other directions for you, but for now, just stick with that."
She stood up and grabbed the crutches. "Thanks doc." He nodded at them, and they went out to the car. It was a quiet drive back to the hotel, and a large number of superstars were still at the bar when they got back, so they stopped. Matt was the first to see them, and he yelled out.
"Sam! You broke it?"
She hobbled her way over to him. "Barely. Nothing too major. I'm kind of floating right now actually." He looked to Randy for clarification.
"Codine."
Matt nodded. "Ah. So are you going home?"
"No, I'll go to Smackdown tomorrow because I have alot of stuff to go over with vince and Steph. Then I'm off for the house shows because someone I know is getting married next weekend." He smiled.
"Yes I am." They walked over to Amy, who made Sam repeat the story. Shane was sitting at the bar with Ronnie, and he couldn't take his eyes off of Sam. Ronnie saw this and looked away. Under the facade she was keeping up, the truth was becoming more and more obvious. She would eventually lose Shane to Sam, and she knew it. But could she admit it?
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