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"Man I'm so excited about this guys, I can't tell you, working on the indies puts such a fire in you to succeed and when you do then, man!" Jezebel babbled excitedly
Matt stood motionless staring at her, taking every little detail in; her glossy dark red hair which was tousled and hung below her shoulders, her bright green eyes that flashed as she spoke, her outfit which hugged and accented her curves rather than hid them. She looked like Amy but didn't, just as the WWE wanted her to. She bounced from foot to foot, laughing at the vignettes she saw on the monitor in front of her, generally pumped up. Amy sat on a crate nearby swinging her legs listlessly, her feelings tumbling and twisting around inside of her. She wanted so badly to be out there and wrestling in front of the rabidly loyal fans but on the other hand she was glad she wasn't with Jezebel masquerading as Jenny at ringside. She knew she couldn't trust her. She looked at Matt who was still staring at Jezebel, his eyes seeming glazed over, his mouth expressionless. Amy felt a twinge of anger flicker through her; she didn't want Matt looking at her, not when he was so easily fooled by her and her lips. She hated being jealous but when her boyfriend was staring seeming mesmerised by someone who looked exactly like her but with an evil soul, it was more than disconcerting.
Jeff took this moment to stroll up to them languidly in a baggy black jeans and his white singlet top. Amy's mood lifted briefly as she took in his beautiful body art that was painted over his arms and face. His face was serious though. Matt turned to look at his brother and smiled a little
"Don't know why you bother little brother, you'll sweat it all off" he said laughing
Jeff looked at Matt for a few seconds unblinking, seeming to turn this sentence over in his mind before speaking
"That's what Rob said" he said quietly, gesturing with his head towards the locker rooms
"Sharing a locker room with him?" asked Matt, his eyes flicking from anger to worry and back again
"Sure was, he's the same as usual, cool calm and collected" replied Jeff
Amy couldn't help smiling at this conversation, the brothers saying so little yet so much as well. Jenny stood in silence watching them, her eyes wide with wonder as she listened.
"You're not talking about Rob Van Dam are you? He's amazing! I'm such a fan of his work, all that tumbling and jumping, man he's talented" she enthused, twisting shapes out of the air with her hands as she spoke
"Yeah, he's pretty reckless though" commented Jeff casually "You're hardly one to talk" laughed Jenny, slapping him on the back playfully Matt looked at Jeff questioningly, Jeff gave a tiny shake of his head in return; he felt nothing, no strange powers or sudden strength, she was just Jenny now. Amy watched all of this silently from the crate, then seemed to make up her mind about something before hopping off the crate and going to Matt's side, linking her hand with one of his.
"So we all know what we're gonna do?" she asked brightly
"Sure, Matt and Jeff are facing Rosie and Jamal, you'll be at ringside, when they lose because of you and decide to gang up on you, I'll come down and make the save" rattled off Jenny, jiggling on the spot impatiently
"Right" confirmed Amy
She looked at Matt, letting out her breath shakily; he smiled reassuringly at her before slipping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer for comfort. He wasn't sure if the comfort was for him or her. There was a sudden scattering of footsteps on the concrete and Trish appeared, looking flustered. She tried to compose herself as she spoke
"Hey guys, um Jeff I have a message for you, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked
"Sure thing" Jeff replied, giving a little salute to the others before being led away by Trish
She pulled him to a corner of the area, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Jezebel wasn't looking at them or trying anything, she wasn't. Trish took a deep breath and began speaking
"We've got a situation, somehow Eternal's been able to talk to Mark through his mind, you know how she sent those pictures to Matt? Well she's done the same with words, saying Jezebel wants Mark's power" Trish babbled, twisting her hands together
"She wants his power? How's she gonna get it, puncture him and pour it out?" asked Jeff raising his eyebrows
"Don't joke about it Jeff, she's nuts! Thinking she's this Jenny, pretending nothing's happened, it's the same with Eternal and Reckless and it's freaking me out!" Trish hissed, her eyes wide with fear
"Shhhhh, relax Trish, you'll be fine" Jeff whispered, taking one her hands in his and stroking it with his thumb "who've you got in a match tonight?"
"Nora" said Trish with a rueful smile "it'll certainly take my mind off things anyway, the way she throws me around"
"You'll do great so stop worrying, thanks for the info though"
"You're welcome"
For a few seconds, neither of them said anything, they seemed locked on each other's eyes, unable to look away. Trish broke the mood by starting and looking down embarrassed. Jeff didn't let her hand go; he kept stroking it with his thumb. Trish smiled and gently pulled her hand away.
"See you after the match?" she asked tentatively
"Yeah, see you after the match" echoed Jeff, watching as she left
With a tiny shake of his head to try and take him out of the dreamy mood he'd been catapulted into, he meandered over to the others, trying to stop a happy smile form on his face. Matt had begun stretching out a little and Amy was pacing the floor, Jezebel stood wide eyed, seeming unable to do anything. Jeff dropped to the floor and began his painful stretches which allowed him to twist and flip the way he did. Amy couldn't shake a small feeling of dread that prickled over her skin and nestled in her empty stomach, making her feel sick. She looked at the guys; they didn't seem to feel that way, either that or they were hiding it well as they stretched. She didn't say anything, she didn't want to seem paranoid or jealous, this was to be her last valet work until her neck was healed so she knew she had to do it for their story to continue. She couldn't let them down. A stage hand in black materialised beside them, a skill that all the crew seemed to possess, and signalled for them to go to the curtain for their entrance. Amy took a breath and grabbed one of Matt's hands, looking worriedly at him, he squeezed her hand in response, they couldn't stop whatever happened now as Jezebel walked silently behind them.
*
"Go to war? What do you want us to do, put on war paint and arm ourselves with nuclear weapons?" snorted Mark
"This is no time to start joking Mark" snapped Sara, eyes flashing "this is deadly serious, we have to find some way to get the team together and a plan to get rid of your twin"
"Hold it, 'the team'? There is no team Sara! I told you before, I work alone and I need to finish this alone" Mark said firmly
"No man can do it alone Mark as you've illustrated before" replied Sara quietly "we're all involved, we can't throw the others out because Jezebel knows that you'll try to go it alone and will crush each of us one of one until all that's left is you and her and a whole lot of nothing"
Mark looked at his wife; she stood glaring at him, seeming to glow before his eyes. She was willing to help him fight this when she didn't have to but she wanted to.
"Sara, I don't want you to get hurt" he began slowly
"Mark! For God's sake! After all the crap we've been through because of Jezebel, you think I'm just gonna sit down and watch it all happen? I have powers and I have to use them for this" Sara interrupted
"Alright, if there's no getting you to step down"
"Not a chance"
"Then I guess we're a team, we'll call the others in after their match"
"We should watch that, I think it'll be very interesting"
"Interesting maybe" sighed Mark, grimacing a little as he moved his arm "I just pray hope she won't try anything stupid on live TV like she did when this whole thing started"
*
Amy couldn't keep the smile off her face as she paced at ringside; people always tell you fans forget but these fans certainly hadn't from the thunderous "Lita" chant that was currently circulating in the arena. She forced her mind on the match, pounding the mat as well as she could when she couldn't bend right down as she had down before the injury. She raised her arms in the air as Jeff hit the Whisper in the Wind on Jamal and made the tag to Matt. For a few moments while she was at ringside, she could forget that a psycho was waiting behind the curtain to save her; she could forget all of that.
She watched as Matt battled hopelessly against Jamal before hitting his Side Effect for a two count. Amy could feel herself getting more and more nervous as the match went on; she knew it was building to it's climax which meant it would be time for her involvement and therefore Jezebel's. As Jamal went to bounce off the ropes in front of her, she reached up and grabbed the top rope, pulling it down and causing Jamal to fall over the top rope and onto the floor below. Immediately, Rosie leapt into the ring to protest as the ref busy dealing with Jeff's protests didn't see it. Jeff raced into the ring and began brawling with the larger opponent. Matt meanwhile positioned himself on the top turnbuckle and flew down into a splash onto Jamal before throwing him into the ring and hitting a Twist of Fate followed by Jeff's Swanton Bomb for the win.
Amy forced herself to smile and clap as Jeff and Matt had their arms raised, they looked exhausted, wrestling with two people so much larger than they were had drained them. Matt caught Amy's eye and winked at her to reassure her. She managed to smile back. Taking a breath, she stepped up onto the ring apron to get into the ring to celebrate with them but on cue, Rosie pulled her off and got in her face, yelling and gesturing with his arms. Jamal had got to his feet and when the Hardyz tried to get out of the ring to help Amy, they were struck down by two massive clothelines and were then thrown out the ring where they lay groaning. As Amy began backing away, a scared look on her face, she could hear the crowd begin to roar as a figure raced down the ramp and leapt to the top of the steel steps. She stood poised for a moment before jumping off and splashing Rosie from behind. Amy made herself grin and hug Jezebel. When Rosie got to his feet, Jezebel was on the ring apron and she flew into a hurricanrana, bringing him down again. As Jamal leant over the ropes to yell at them, both Amy and Jezebel struck him in the head and then when he came back, Jezebel leapt up and bounced his neck off the rope causing him to fall backwards. She quickly got into the ring and hit a dropkick to his knees followed by a low blow, which caused him to fall to his knees in agony. She then kicked him hard in the stomach and left him lying as she slid out of the ring to Amy's side. Matt and Jeff had stumbled to their feet, Amy was half supporting Matt and all four made their way up the ramp. Amy and Jezebel stayed a moment longer with Amy lifting Jezebel's arm up in the air in triumph, both of them grinning madly.
As soon as she got behind the curtain, Amy felt a wave of nausea take her over, she felt sick all over. She dashed to the nearest bathroom, reaching it just in time to throw up down one of the toilet bowls. When she finished she went to one of the basins and washed her face with cold water. Looking in the mirror, she looked pale and washed out, not a good sign. The sensible thing would be to admit defeat and stay off the road, getting plenty of rest at home. But she wasn't sensible. As if on cue, there was a flush of a toilet and Eternal appeared out of one of the cubicles smiling radiantly. She wore tight black shorts and a black long sleeved top with a jewelled belt wrapped around her waist. She stood next to Amy and washed her hands. Amy didn't know what to say or do, it was incredibly weird. She tried not to stare and tried a tentative fearful smile.
"Hey Amy, you ok?" asked Eternal, looking worried
"Yeah I'll be fine, just need some time that's all" replied Amy in a daze
She didn't know what was happening to her but she knew that it wasn't good, what she was feeling right now was proof of that. Without another word, she spun on her heel and walked swiftly out of the bathroom to find Matt and Jeff. She needed to talk to them before anything else happened and she got completely freaked out. She'd felt like she was going to black out when she fought on the same side as Jezebel, like she was being torn internally. It hurt a lot and the sooner she figured out what was going on, the sooner they could get rid of Jezebel and her sidekicks then maybe something resembling normality could resume. She didn't hold out much hope.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the great people who do just that; it means the world to me as I love to write this story so much! (shout outs: KITTIE KITTIE KITTIE: cool a new fan! Hey there, glad u liked my fight scenes, I love to write them, the one between Jeff and RVD was the most fun to write since they're so acrobatic, hope u like this chapter, FEMALE PHENOM: glad ur digging the weirdness of my story, that was general idea, lol, I love writing weird stuff but what does that say about me? And FALLEN ANGEL: glad that the sequel lives up to the original, I wasn't sure that it would but it's turning out to so yay! Hope u keep reading girl!)
"Man I'm so excited about this guys, I can't tell you, working on the indies puts such a fire in you to succeed and when you do then, man!" Jezebel babbled excitedly
Matt stood motionless staring at her, taking every little detail in; her glossy dark red hair which was tousled and hung below her shoulders, her bright green eyes that flashed as she spoke, her outfit which hugged and accented her curves rather than hid them. She looked like Amy but didn't, just as the WWE wanted her to. She bounced from foot to foot, laughing at the vignettes she saw on the monitor in front of her, generally pumped up. Amy sat on a crate nearby swinging her legs listlessly, her feelings tumbling and twisting around inside of her. She wanted so badly to be out there and wrestling in front of the rabidly loyal fans but on the other hand she was glad she wasn't with Jezebel masquerading as Jenny at ringside. She knew she couldn't trust her. She looked at Matt who was still staring at Jezebel, his eyes seeming glazed over, his mouth expressionless. Amy felt a twinge of anger flicker through her; she didn't want Matt looking at her, not when he was so easily fooled by her and her lips. She hated being jealous but when her boyfriend was staring seeming mesmerised by someone who looked exactly like her but with an evil soul, it was more than disconcerting.
Jeff took this moment to stroll up to them languidly in a baggy black jeans and his white singlet top. Amy's mood lifted briefly as she took in his beautiful body art that was painted over his arms and face. His face was serious though. Matt turned to look at his brother and smiled a little
"Don't know why you bother little brother, you'll sweat it all off" he said laughing
Jeff looked at Matt for a few seconds unblinking, seeming to turn this sentence over in his mind before speaking
"That's what Rob said" he said quietly, gesturing with his head towards the locker rooms
"Sharing a locker room with him?" asked Matt, his eyes flicking from anger to worry and back again
"Sure was, he's the same as usual, cool calm and collected" replied Jeff
Amy couldn't help smiling at this conversation, the brothers saying so little yet so much as well. Jenny stood in silence watching them, her eyes wide with wonder as she listened.
"You're not talking about Rob Van Dam are you? He's amazing! I'm such a fan of his work, all that tumbling and jumping, man he's talented" she enthused, twisting shapes out of the air with her hands as she spoke
"Yeah, he's pretty reckless though" commented Jeff casually "You're hardly one to talk" laughed Jenny, slapping him on the back playfully Matt looked at Jeff questioningly, Jeff gave a tiny shake of his head in return; he felt nothing, no strange powers or sudden strength, she was just Jenny now. Amy watched all of this silently from the crate, then seemed to make up her mind about something before hopping off the crate and going to Matt's side, linking her hand with one of his.
"So we all know what we're gonna do?" she asked brightly
"Sure, Matt and Jeff are facing Rosie and Jamal, you'll be at ringside, when they lose because of you and decide to gang up on you, I'll come down and make the save" rattled off Jenny, jiggling on the spot impatiently
"Right" confirmed Amy
She looked at Matt, letting out her breath shakily; he smiled reassuringly at her before slipping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer for comfort. He wasn't sure if the comfort was for him or her. There was a sudden scattering of footsteps on the concrete and Trish appeared, looking flustered. She tried to compose herself as she spoke
"Hey guys, um Jeff I have a message for you, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked
"Sure thing" Jeff replied, giving a little salute to the others before being led away by Trish
She pulled him to a corner of the area, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Jezebel wasn't looking at them or trying anything, she wasn't. Trish took a deep breath and began speaking
"We've got a situation, somehow Eternal's been able to talk to Mark through his mind, you know how she sent those pictures to Matt? Well she's done the same with words, saying Jezebel wants Mark's power" Trish babbled, twisting her hands together
"She wants his power? How's she gonna get it, puncture him and pour it out?" asked Jeff raising his eyebrows
"Don't joke about it Jeff, she's nuts! Thinking she's this Jenny, pretending nothing's happened, it's the same with Eternal and Reckless and it's freaking me out!" Trish hissed, her eyes wide with fear
"Shhhhh, relax Trish, you'll be fine" Jeff whispered, taking one her hands in his and stroking it with his thumb "who've you got in a match tonight?"
"Nora" said Trish with a rueful smile "it'll certainly take my mind off things anyway, the way she throws me around"
"You'll do great so stop worrying, thanks for the info though"
"You're welcome"
For a few seconds, neither of them said anything, they seemed locked on each other's eyes, unable to look away. Trish broke the mood by starting and looking down embarrassed. Jeff didn't let her hand go; he kept stroking it with his thumb. Trish smiled and gently pulled her hand away.
"See you after the match?" she asked tentatively
"Yeah, see you after the match" echoed Jeff, watching as she left
With a tiny shake of his head to try and take him out of the dreamy mood he'd been catapulted into, he meandered over to the others, trying to stop a happy smile form on his face. Matt had begun stretching out a little and Amy was pacing the floor, Jezebel stood wide eyed, seeming unable to do anything. Jeff dropped to the floor and began his painful stretches which allowed him to twist and flip the way he did. Amy couldn't shake a small feeling of dread that prickled over her skin and nestled in her empty stomach, making her feel sick. She looked at the guys; they didn't seem to feel that way, either that or they were hiding it well as they stretched. She didn't say anything, she didn't want to seem paranoid or jealous, this was to be her last valet work until her neck was healed so she knew she had to do it for their story to continue. She couldn't let them down. A stage hand in black materialised beside them, a skill that all the crew seemed to possess, and signalled for them to go to the curtain for their entrance. Amy took a breath and grabbed one of Matt's hands, looking worriedly at him, he squeezed her hand in response, they couldn't stop whatever happened now as Jezebel walked silently behind them.
*
"Go to war? What do you want us to do, put on war paint and arm ourselves with nuclear weapons?" snorted Mark
"This is no time to start joking Mark" snapped Sara, eyes flashing "this is deadly serious, we have to find some way to get the team together and a plan to get rid of your twin"
"Hold it, 'the team'? There is no team Sara! I told you before, I work alone and I need to finish this alone" Mark said firmly
"No man can do it alone Mark as you've illustrated before" replied Sara quietly "we're all involved, we can't throw the others out because Jezebel knows that you'll try to go it alone and will crush each of us one of one until all that's left is you and her and a whole lot of nothing"
Mark looked at his wife; she stood glaring at him, seeming to glow before his eyes. She was willing to help him fight this when she didn't have to but she wanted to.
"Sara, I don't want you to get hurt" he began slowly
"Mark! For God's sake! After all the crap we've been through because of Jezebel, you think I'm just gonna sit down and watch it all happen? I have powers and I have to use them for this" Sara interrupted
"Alright, if there's no getting you to step down"
"Not a chance"
"Then I guess we're a team, we'll call the others in after their match"
"We should watch that, I think it'll be very interesting"
"Interesting maybe" sighed Mark, grimacing a little as he moved his arm "I just pray hope she won't try anything stupid on live TV like she did when this whole thing started"
*
Amy couldn't keep the smile off her face as she paced at ringside; people always tell you fans forget but these fans certainly hadn't from the thunderous "Lita" chant that was currently circulating in the arena. She forced her mind on the match, pounding the mat as well as she could when she couldn't bend right down as she had down before the injury. She raised her arms in the air as Jeff hit the Whisper in the Wind on Jamal and made the tag to Matt. For a few moments while she was at ringside, she could forget that a psycho was waiting behind the curtain to save her; she could forget all of that.
She watched as Matt battled hopelessly against Jamal before hitting his Side Effect for a two count. Amy could feel herself getting more and more nervous as the match went on; she knew it was building to it's climax which meant it would be time for her involvement and therefore Jezebel's. As Jamal went to bounce off the ropes in front of her, she reached up and grabbed the top rope, pulling it down and causing Jamal to fall over the top rope and onto the floor below. Immediately, Rosie leapt into the ring to protest as the ref busy dealing with Jeff's protests didn't see it. Jeff raced into the ring and began brawling with the larger opponent. Matt meanwhile positioned himself on the top turnbuckle and flew down into a splash onto Jamal before throwing him into the ring and hitting a Twist of Fate followed by Jeff's Swanton Bomb for the win.
Amy forced herself to smile and clap as Jeff and Matt had their arms raised, they looked exhausted, wrestling with two people so much larger than they were had drained them. Matt caught Amy's eye and winked at her to reassure her. She managed to smile back. Taking a breath, she stepped up onto the ring apron to get into the ring to celebrate with them but on cue, Rosie pulled her off and got in her face, yelling and gesturing with his arms. Jamal had got to his feet and when the Hardyz tried to get out of the ring to help Amy, they were struck down by two massive clothelines and were then thrown out the ring where they lay groaning. As Amy began backing away, a scared look on her face, she could hear the crowd begin to roar as a figure raced down the ramp and leapt to the top of the steel steps. She stood poised for a moment before jumping off and splashing Rosie from behind. Amy made herself grin and hug Jezebel. When Rosie got to his feet, Jezebel was on the ring apron and she flew into a hurricanrana, bringing him down again. As Jamal leant over the ropes to yell at them, both Amy and Jezebel struck him in the head and then when he came back, Jezebel leapt up and bounced his neck off the rope causing him to fall backwards. She quickly got into the ring and hit a dropkick to his knees followed by a low blow, which caused him to fall to his knees in agony. She then kicked him hard in the stomach and left him lying as she slid out of the ring to Amy's side. Matt and Jeff had stumbled to their feet, Amy was half supporting Matt and all four made their way up the ramp. Amy and Jezebel stayed a moment longer with Amy lifting Jezebel's arm up in the air in triumph, both of them grinning madly.
As soon as she got behind the curtain, Amy felt a wave of nausea take her over, she felt sick all over. She dashed to the nearest bathroom, reaching it just in time to throw up down one of the toilet bowls. When she finished she went to one of the basins and washed her face with cold water. Looking in the mirror, she looked pale and washed out, not a good sign. The sensible thing would be to admit defeat and stay off the road, getting plenty of rest at home. But she wasn't sensible. As if on cue, there was a flush of a toilet and Eternal appeared out of one of the cubicles smiling radiantly. She wore tight black shorts and a black long sleeved top with a jewelled belt wrapped around her waist. She stood next to Amy and washed her hands. Amy didn't know what to say or do, it was incredibly weird. She tried not to stare and tried a tentative fearful smile.
"Hey Amy, you ok?" asked Eternal, looking worried
"Yeah I'll be fine, just need some time that's all" replied Amy in a daze
She didn't know what was happening to her but she knew that it wasn't good, what she was feeling right now was proof of that. Without another word, she spun on her heel and walked swiftly out of the bathroom to find Matt and Jeff. She needed to talk to them before anything else happened and she got completely freaked out. She'd felt like she was going to black out when she fought on the same side as Jezebel, like she was being torn internally. It hurt a lot and the sooner she figured out what was going on, the sooner they could get rid of Jezebel and her sidekicks then maybe something resembling normality could resume. She didn't hold out much hope.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the great people who do just that; it means the world to me as I love to write this story so much! (shout outs: KITTIE KITTIE KITTIE: cool a new fan! Hey there, glad u liked my fight scenes, I love to write them, the one between Jeff and RVD was the most fun to write since they're so acrobatic, hope u like this chapter, FEMALE PHENOM: glad ur digging the weirdness of my story, that was general idea, lol, I love writing weird stuff but what does that say about me? And FALLEN ANGEL: glad that the sequel lives up to the original, I wasn't sure that it would but it's turning out to so yay! Hope u keep reading girl!)
