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Summary: Amy is distraught upon receiving a call learning of her husband, Matt Hardy's death. When a new man senses her sorrow and steps in to save her, will it be to late? Or can she find real lasting love again?

Additional Information: This is the second story in the series Love United. It follows after the Trish and Shawn love story.

A/N: Okay so I wanted to say thank you for the reviews and comment on something someone said. I can't remember who it was right now but they said "Oh my Ga" Now I spent the whole Christmas holiday watching that Newlyweds show with Nick and Jessica and I just remember one thing from it, all she said was "Oh my Ga" LOL so to the person that left that in my review, I will now call you from this day forward Jessica Simpson. Seriously though, if that was your intent it was funny, and gave me a laugh, so good on you. I won't call you Jessica I promise. I also wanted to let those of you that seem to want my address on the web, that it is in my profile at the top where my name is, and well I have been doing some kick ass work on it. There is a poll, a tag board, and all kinds of wrestling fan fiction and wrestling news. So if you are bored one day and get a chance to web hop, why not take a look? Shameless plug is now over, on with the story.

Am I dead?

Amy felt the pain first, her head feeling like someone had fed her one too many drinks and she was reeling from it with the worst headache known to man. Then the pain in her back starting burning, and she realized if she was feeling the pain then she couldn't be dead, only feeling like death would feel better then what she felt now.

She opened her eyes then, and she saw him again, the man from her nightmares since being locked away. He had a grin on his face and was admiring the handiwork he had done with her, cutting and beating and maiming her. He couldn't see her, no she wouldn't have been that stupid, because if he caught her awake he would only abuse her more and the next time would be her last.

She had heard the voices only shortly after they had beaten her to the ground and sliced a whole in her leg. It was Chris, and although he hadn't known he was closer then ever to her, he had come for her. She could also hear the quiet but serious voice of her brother in law and that of Mark Calloway, a long time friend of the family. They had come for her, and it was only a matter of time before they found her. She only hoped that she wouldn't be dead by then.

Her attacker was bulky but not Tyson Tomko kind of bulk, but that of an aging wrestler that wanted so much to get back in the ring but was too strung out to do so. He had black jeans on, which was a switch from what she remembered of him when he was on Raw with Matt and Jeff.

What the hell could he possibly want with Jeff? What did Jeff do that made him so angry?

The questions wouldn't stop coming and she knew the more she sat here with nowhere to go, the questions wouldn't go away. There had to be an answer and if there was a way to find out, she knew she had to do it, no matter what happened to her in the end. She just had to believe that Chris would come for her and take her away from all of this.

Despite the cut that was now bleeding heavily through her pant leg, making her head go more heavy and dark then it had before, and the pain just running everywhere else through her body, she decided to take a chance and get him talking. It was the only way for this all to end.

"What the hell do you want from me?"

The man looked up then, the look in his eyes one she had never seen on him before. Anger was something she had known he was good at, but refused to do when he was in the ring unless it was called for. His face was contorted in such a way now that she knew there would be another beating in her future if she didn't play this in just the right way.

"You heard me asshole, what the hell do you want with me? Why the cutting? Why the big hideaway. If it was Jeff you really wanted, you could have gotten him anytime. You work with him now for crying out loud."

"Amy shut up before you end up getting killed."

She turned at the voice then, and standing with nothing but light surrounding him she could see the most beautiful picture. Her husband, the man that had gotten himself killed trying to make things right for his brother was standing before him now with nothing but bright lights to show his angelic face.

She was in shock upon seeing him in the way he was before her. She knew he was never coming back to her, and although she couldn't see him before, knew he was with her until the end, but now in front of her, something was different. How could she see him now and not before?

"What the hell are you looking at?" the voice said, gruff and anger filled, obviously ready for a fight. His man had taken out Chris Irvine and he was lying in the middle of the ground now with Mark his old friend and the man of the hour Jeff Hardy standing in front of him trying to make sure he didn't die.

"Nothing, so what the hell do you want with us huh?"

"Jeff screwed me over. I had a contract with NWA and it was almost written in stone, but then Hardy had to walk in and take over for me. I was going to be the next big thing for Jarrett and Hardy with all his problems had come in and threw me on the backburner."

"You work for them now don't you?"

"I don't like being taken out of the spotlight. It was supposed to be my shining moment. I was supposed to be the man, just like I was when I invaded WCW when it needed something more then what it had."

Amy rolled her eyes in the darkness, confident in the fact that he wouldn't be able to see her with all the darkness surrounding them, but he caught her in the light that Matt was now making available to the room. When he saw the eye roll, he took the knife from his pocket and in one swift motion; he had it wrapped around her neck, almost begging her to say something else so he had reason to slit her neck.

"Go on asshole; kill me if that's what you really want."

He seemed to think about it for a minute and in that second when she had his mind off slitting her neck, he reached her good leg up and kicked the knife out of his hand, watching it scrape off his face and land across the room.

"You want to know what I think. I think that you are an old wrestler and you have had one too many injuries and no one wants to take a chance on you and that pisses you off. Believe me I get it, I had enough of that when I was a woman trying to actually wrestle before they allowed it in the WWE. The difference is you killed because of your ego trip. I worked it until I got all the way to the top. You are just a scared little chump who decided he was better then everyone else and he would make everyone pay for doubting him. Well asshole, you did a bang up job. Congratulations Kevin."

A/N2: The next chapter will be all from the other end of the spectrum and will feature Chris. I just wanted to lay the ground work and let you know who the killer was. His accomplice is also someone you might know, but that Amy doesn't, at least not face to face. So look for that in the next chapter as well.