Author: Shantay
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Disclaimer: Not a soul belongs to me…
Distribution: I'm not sure why you would want to post this crap anywhere, but ok…just ask me first. )
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Just to let you know some things are stretched. For example, I understand that Eric Bischoff probably doesn't have the power to fire people and whatnot behind the scenes. I just did it for story purposes.
Summary: Amy Dumas has lost all joy in life and finds herself lacking a certain something. It's just so possible that a man she can't stand more than anything could have that certain something. Amy/Chris
Content warning: Nothing bad. Another clean piece of work from me.
Chris stumbled back, looking angrily at the little figure that had just bumped into him. "Hey! Wanna learn how to watch where you're goin'?"
The redhead looked up at him with sad eyes. She didn't respond but only stared him. Chris couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he noticed the dismayed tinge to her face. He'd seen that look on her face before, not during any interactions with her, but he just noticed that for the past few months, the once spicy, friendly, energetic redhead had been in almost a depressed state.
The two just there in silence for a few moments. He took notice of the way Amy held her mouth tight, biting the inside of her lip. When her lip began to quiver just slightly, she sucked it into her mouth, biting down on it, her eyes looking as though they were about to fill with tears. Without wasting another moment, she took off past him, and as he turned, he saw her hand come up to wipe at her eyes.
The blonde Canadian inhaled deeply, feeling his heart sink. Whatever was wrong with the redhead had gotten to him. He found himself regretting what he said. He knew that what had gotten her so down had to be pretty serious, because Amy Dumas almost never let him get away with one of his snide comments without a little comeback of her own.
Shaking his head, he scolded himself for even feeling slightly guilty. This was Amy Dumas. As far as he was concerned, whatever bad things happened to her, quite frankly, she deserved it. The girl was nothing more than a bitch, and whatever happened to her, she'd probably brought it upon herself.
Chris laughed to himself, thinking about how he'd even felt bad for her for a minute.
"Eric, I can't do this anymore."
The man's eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand what the woman was telling him. "What do you mean you can't do this anymore?"
"This business…this business is just too much for me right now. I can't handle it anymore. I need to leave. There's no fun here."
He gave a loud, sickening, mock laugh in response which caused her to jump a little. "No fun here? Are you serious? What the hell do you think this is Amy? This place isn't all fun and games. No one's here to have a party."
Amy grinded down on her teeth. She hated the man's condescending tone. She managed to keep her cool and continue to try to plead her case to the rather uncompromising man in front of her. "I understand that. That's not what I meant. What I meant is that I can't work here anymore because this isn't the place for me."
Bischoff continued to laugh as she talked to him. He spoke in a high-pitched voice, mocking her. "I can't work here. It's not the place for me. You have got to be out of your mind."
"Listen, I just-"
"No, you listen to me. Do you think you can walk in her all willy-nilly and demand to leave. I run this place, sweetie. And, I hate to break it to you, but you can't do that. You signed a contract. And if I can recall, you still have two years left to fulfill."
The infuriated redhead glared at him through squinted eyes. She felt the blood in her body reaching its boiling point. She balled her fist, in an effort to control the urge to lash out and slap him. "Well, if you forgot, there's a way for me to get out of it."
Bischoff stood slowly, slamming his heads down on the table and leaning forward. But Amy wasn't intimidated at all. "I dare you. Go ahead and try something. I will make this whole thing a living hell for you. I will bleed you of every penny you've ever earned from this company. I will make this long and hard for you. I refuse to just let go one of my big moneymakers. You go, when I say you go. I would advise you to do the smart thing, and forget we had this conversation."
Her chest was heaving heavily. She dug her nails into her palm, her rage nearly consuming her. The redhead spun around and made her way to the door. Before she could even turn the doorknob, she heard his sickening voice in her ear.
"And by the way darling, if you even try to ruin my show in anyway on live television, I will personally see to it that you pay."
Amy turned giving her boss one last evil glare, her nostrils flaring. "Fuck you."
Chris ran around the corner, waiting until the coast was clear. He waited until he heard the door slam, and the loud stomps of the disgruntled redhead faded. He came back around and watched her whip around the corner.
Damn, that was harsh. Eric wasn't known for his friendliness, but geez.
The blonde Canadian found himself wondering why the diva wanted to leave so badly. What was their not too love about the WWE? She was considered one of the sexiest, most athletically-skilled divas. She was a fan favorite. There was good pay.
He couldn't understand why she'd want to leave. He wasn't sure why he cared so much, but he needed to know. One way or another, he was determined to find out.