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Chapter 2
"Yes Lita we can." Said Linda McMahon
"Amy our ratings have dropped more and more since you left!" Exclaimed Vince
"And we get at least 300 e-mails asking for us to rehire you, we've had so many that hell we had to have a automated reply system that say 'Lita quit on her own we are sorry for the loss.' That really kills." Shane said
"THEY DON'T WANT ME BACK THEY CHANTED WHORE AT ME!" Amy screamed.
Some of the superstars and divas shuddered as a vase broke from Amy's voice moving it to the ground.
Trish stepped up and said, "Look Li you're upset we under stand we do! But we need you back the WWE is going bankrupt! After Vicky quit I am the only one holding down the fort! Sure all the divas are training but we need YOU!" Her hands flew around wildly as her eyes ignited with a fire that Amy never witnessed before.
"I feel for you Trish I do but that part of my life is over I'm a singer now, I'm not a wrestler!" Amy then stormed through the group of superstars that was thinning as they left to go home seeing that nothing would change Amy's mind, Only Adam Copeland, Matt Hardy, Trish Stratus, Christy Hemme, and the McMahon's were left. Amy quickly stepped up to her closet opening it the hardwood doors slamming into the sides of the Armoire. She pulled out a white tank top and a zip-up gray sweatshirt with matching sweatpants.
"Now if you will all leave I want to take a shower!" She couldn't even look at them it pained her to see the distraught looks on their faces.
"Lita I-
"My name is Amy," she growled
Trish was taken back by Amy's sudden aggression she was always called Lita or Li it was a name that had grown to her and now she was throwing it away? Was she trying to erase the experience she had had for the past 7 or 8 years?
Matt reached out to touch her
"Amy look-
She snatched her hand back with a shrill of
"DON'T U EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN I HATE YOU!I HATE ALL OF YOU!"
She exploded in anger as she took everything on her vanity crashing it against the wall. She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door leaning up against it she started to cry. She slowly slid down the door her legs drawn up to her chest her hands running threw her hair and then coming back to hold her face as she sobbed inconsolably.
"Well what now?" Christy asked
"Now we leave our phone numbers and hope for the best" Trish sighed walking out of the room
"Come on guys I'll take everyone to a bar" Stephanie said as everyone left.
Water sluiced over her body soothing her aching red-hot muscles. Massaging them better than any human hand. She sighed as she rubbed the rest of the two in one into her hair. She felt guilty she wanted to help Trish she really did. She sighed as she stepped out of the shower throwing on her clothes and pulled her now blow-dried hair into a ponytail.
She walked out of the room her suitcases in tow. She stepped into the limo waiting to take her to the hotel. She jumped as her cell phone went off, she suspiciously looked at the caller ID, She sighed he was the LAST person she wanted to talk to.
ME: well if that could have sucked any worse I could be a hooker!
Lita: I don't think it was that bad…but you could have thrown in how pretty I was-
ME: please review