TITLE: What Went On?
AUTHOR: Hayley
E-MAIL: preciouz_angel18@yahoo.ca
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own no one
DISTRIBUTION: ask first please
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CHAPTER 23
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"What's this?!" She asked trying to not feel hurt at the images before her. "WHAT'S THIS?" She yelled when she looked up and saw Matt, standing like a deer in the headlights. He just stood there and listened to her vent her anger. "You bastard, what is this?!?!?" She said more fiercely as Matt backed up. He didn't answer. Amy shook her head. "Son of a bitch is all I can say." She said before shoving the camera in Matt's chest and storming off.
Stacy, who was standing in the hall, dodged out of the way as Amy made her exit. She walked in the room and took the camera from Matt. Her face twisted in disgust. Pictures of Matt and Trish on their 'little' ski trip didn't seem as innocent as they played it out to be. Matt on top of Trish in the snow. More of Matt on top of Trish in the snow. All the pictures had Matt and Trish, in some way being in a position they shouldn't be in. The last one was probably the worst. It was in the cabin, Matt on his back, and Trish fairly close to him lying on top. Something didn't seem right.
"Why would you do this?" Stacy asked angrily as she looked at Trish and Matt, Matt only having a guilty look on his face. Trish on the other hand...didn't look too guilty, more like proud and gloating than guilty. "You know, some things I'll never know, but for one, I know how much of an idiot you two are. Whatever happened on that trip up in that cabin, will most likely be the stake that destroys your relationship with Amy for good. You'll just have to live with the fact that you and Amy are through. Not for a few days, not for a few weeks, and not for a few months Matt. You can wait all you want, but Amy's not going to come back, I know I wouldn't. And for you Ms. Stratus, I can't believe I once looked up to you as a fellow superstar and diva, and as a friend. God I don't know what I was thinking." She said with a bitter laugh. "Look at her now, because that's all you'll be seeing of her." Stacy said before leaving out ashamed.
Dawn paced around biting her thumb. "I never should've made you go on that trip." She said shaking her head foolishly.
"What?" Matt asked avoiding everyone's eyes.
"Had I known you were just going up for a little fuck, then I never would've made you go. I should've made you stay and talk to Amy, instead of fuck this bitch." She said pointing to Trish, revolted.
"I never fucked Trish." Matt said defensively. "In fact, nothing happened with Trish and me. So back off." He snapped.
"I'd tell you to back off, but you'll just make Trish go on her back and fuck her more." Dawn hissed. She wasn't pleased to say the least.
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Shakily, Amy stormed the halls. This was the last place she wanted to be in right now. Wrestling was hers and Matt's thing. He taught her so much and was so supportive...Amy didn't think wrestling would be good for her right now. Biting her lip, she walked into Stephanie's office.
"Hey..." She said weakly as she took a seat.
"Hey Ames, what's up?" Steph asked coming around and leaning against the front of her desk.
"I don't think I can be here." She said quickly.
"I don't understand."
"It's just...right now I'm going through..." She didn't know what to say. She sighed, "I want some time off." She said confidently hoping Stephanie wouldn't see right through.
"You just had a week off."
"I have personal problems that need to be dealt with."
"Amy - *ahem* Ms. Dumas, I can't. I'm sorry."
"Stephanie!"
"Amy I'm sorry. I can't just give you time off, cause then I'll have to give Matt time off and you guys just had a break. How serious are these problems? Can they be dealt with, without me having to take two of my superstars off the cards for shows?"
"No they can't. And Matt won't need anytime off, I promise. I might as well not be in matches and booked on cards if I'm not going to give 110%. My focus won't be there...I'll just be putting everyone in danger."
"Sounds serious."
"Very."
"Amy...sorry." Stephanie said shaking her head. "I wish I could, but my dad wouldn't be too pleased. It's you be in matches or get fired. If you're not going to be here, then don't." She said professionally.
"Then I quit." She said without realizing what she said.
"What?!" Stephanie shrieked.
Amy gulped and repeated herself, "I said I quit. At least for now. I need time to sort through my fucked up life Steph. It's too complicated right now."
Stephanie looked sadly at her, not on a professional level, but on a personal level. "Sweetie what's wrong?"
"Stuff. I really can't be here." Amy said shakily. *I can't believe you're quitting* she said to herself.
"Is there any way I can stop you?"
"No. I'm real sorry."
"Amy please think about this before you just quit. What about all those people out there who pay to see you? What about this company that depends on you? You can't just walk out on us. Why this sudden change of heart? You just feel like whatever's going on in her personal life is too much to handle that you're just going to give up on those dedicated little girls who look up to you? To the guys and their girlfriends who come to check out the strong, dominant female, while still being sexy?"
"Stephanie I have to do this for myself. I've given so much for those people, they'll understand."
"If I don't, how do you expect them to?"
"Steph, please don't mix our personal relationship with our professional one. I have to do this, please accept it." Amy pleaded. It was definitely getting harder for her so she wanted to do it before she backed out.
"Fine. I'll do it, but I don't accept it." Stephanie said getting out some papers. They went through all the papers and her contract for about an hour or so.
Finally, Amy signed the last sheet of paper sealing the deal that she officially wasn't part of the WWE family any more. Her hand shook as Stephanie held her breath hoping Amy wouldn't go through with it. Amy looked up apologetic and Stephanie let out her breath. It was done, and what's done is done.
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read and review thanks. agh! writer's block is slowly invading me, noooo!!! i have an idea, i just don't know how to tie all of it togehter.......but review anyways...Lots of Luv xoxo.
AUTHOR: Hayley
E-MAIL: preciouz_angel18@yahoo.ca
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own no one
DISTRIBUTION: ask first please
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CHAPTER 23
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"What's this?!" She asked trying to not feel hurt at the images before her. "WHAT'S THIS?" She yelled when she looked up and saw Matt, standing like a deer in the headlights. He just stood there and listened to her vent her anger. "You bastard, what is this?!?!?" She said more fiercely as Matt backed up. He didn't answer. Amy shook her head. "Son of a bitch is all I can say." She said before shoving the camera in Matt's chest and storming off.
Stacy, who was standing in the hall, dodged out of the way as Amy made her exit. She walked in the room and took the camera from Matt. Her face twisted in disgust. Pictures of Matt and Trish on their 'little' ski trip didn't seem as innocent as they played it out to be. Matt on top of Trish in the snow. More of Matt on top of Trish in the snow. All the pictures had Matt and Trish, in some way being in a position they shouldn't be in. The last one was probably the worst. It was in the cabin, Matt on his back, and Trish fairly close to him lying on top. Something didn't seem right.
"Why would you do this?" Stacy asked angrily as she looked at Trish and Matt, Matt only having a guilty look on his face. Trish on the other hand...didn't look too guilty, more like proud and gloating than guilty. "You know, some things I'll never know, but for one, I know how much of an idiot you two are. Whatever happened on that trip up in that cabin, will most likely be the stake that destroys your relationship with Amy for good. You'll just have to live with the fact that you and Amy are through. Not for a few days, not for a few weeks, and not for a few months Matt. You can wait all you want, but Amy's not going to come back, I know I wouldn't. And for you Ms. Stratus, I can't believe I once looked up to you as a fellow superstar and diva, and as a friend. God I don't know what I was thinking." She said with a bitter laugh. "Look at her now, because that's all you'll be seeing of her." Stacy said before leaving out ashamed.
Dawn paced around biting her thumb. "I never should've made you go on that trip." She said shaking her head foolishly.
"What?" Matt asked avoiding everyone's eyes.
"Had I known you were just going up for a little fuck, then I never would've made you go. I should've made you stay and talk to Amy, instead of fuck this bitch." She said pointing to Trish, revolted.
"I never fucked Trish." Matt said defensively. "In fact, nothing happened with Trish and me. So back off." He snapped.
"I'd tell you to back off, but you'll just make Trish go on her back and fuck her more." Dawn hissed. She wasn't pleased to say the least.
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Shakily, Amy stormed the halls. This was the last place she wanted to be in right now. Wrestling was hers and Matt's thing. He taught her so much and was so supportive...Amy didn't think wrestling would be good for her right now. Biting her lip, she walked into Stephanie's office.
"Hey..." She said weakly as she took a seat.
"Hey Ames, what's up?" Steph asked coming around and leaning against the front of her desk.
"I don't think I can be here." She said quickly.
"I don't understand."
"It's just...right now I'm going through..." She didn't know what to say. She sighed, "I want some time off." She said confidently hoping Stephanie wouldn't see right through.
"You just had a week off."
"I have personal problems that need to be dealt with."
"Amy - *ahem* Ms. Dumas, I can't. I'm sorry."
"Stephanie!"
"Amy I'm sorry. I can't just give you time off, cause then I'll have to give Matt time off and you guys just had a break. How serious are these problems? Can they be dealt with, without me having to take two of my superstars off the cards for shows?"
"No they can't. And Matt won't need anytime off, I promise. I might as well not be in matches and booked on cards if I'm not going to give 110%. My focus won't be there...I'll just be putting everyone in danger."
"Sounds serious."
"Very."
"Amy...sorry." Stephanie said shaking her head. "I wish I could, but my dad wouldn't be too pleased. It's you be in matches or get fired. If you're not going to be here, then don't." She said professionally.
"Then I quit." She said without realizing what she said.
"What?!" Stephanie shrieked.
Amy gulped and repeated herself, "I said I quit. At least for now. I need time to sort through my fucked up life Steph. It's too complicated right now."
Stephanie looked sadly at her, not on a professional level, but on a personal level. "Sweetie what's wrong?"
"Stuff. I really can't be here." Amy said shakily. *I can't believe you're quitting* she said to herself.
"Is there any way I can stop you?"
"No. I'm real sorry."
"Amy please think about this before you just quit. What about all those people out there who pay to see you? What about this company that depends on you? You can't just walk out on us. Why this sudden change of heart? You just feel like whatever's going on in her personal life is too much to handle that you're just going to give up on those dedicated little girls who look up to you? To the guys and their girlfriends who come to check out the strong, dominant female, while still being sexy?"
"Stephanie I have to do this for myself. I've given so much for those people, they'll understand."
"If I don't, how do you expect them to?"
"Steph, please don't mix our personal relationship with our professional one. I have to do this, please accept it." Amy pleaded. It was definitely getting harder for her so she wanted to do it before she backed out.
"Fine. I'll do it, but I don't accept it." Stephanie said getting out some papers. They went through all the papers and her contract for about an hour or so.
Finally, Amy signed the last sheet of paper sealing the deal that she officially wasn't part of the WWE family any more. Her hand shook as Stephanie held her breath hoping Amy wouldn't go through with it. Amy looked up apologetic and Stephanie let out her breath. It was done, and what's done is done.
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read and review thanks. agh! writer's block is slowly invading me, noooo!!! i have an idea, i just don't know how to tie all of it togehter.......but review anyways...Lots of Luv xoxo.