July 7, 2009

He had been waiting for quite sometime now.

There was uncertainty in his eyes and the pain was becoming nothing but a numbing state. He stared at the ceiling, a blank expression on his face.

He knew these surgery days far too well.

He didn't see this injury coming. The current situation was obviously not any different from all the other injuries he had sustained. He hated hospitals, he hated the way the lights would blind his eyes. Hated how he always felt so cold. Hell, he even hated breathing in the waiting rooms, as he just couldn't stand the stench of discomfort every entrance he has made into an emergency room. He felt maybe hospitals made him uneasy or just plain insane.

As he continued to blindly stare at the white ceiling, he recalled how it happened. The live show that night had him pitted against the popular Jeff Hardy. He had attempted to leap frog Jeff's charge, but apparently he had landed on his foot wrong. As he landed he remembered the distinct stabbing pain running up and down his leg, just hoping repeatedly that it was only a sprained ankle. However, the pain was too overbearing to be just a sprained ankle, because the pain he felt that time didn't even allow him to put pressure on his leg at all.

He apologized to the fans and was proceed to be taken off. He couldn't hear the crowd's reaction at all, as everything had becoming a mute in his ears. And all he could hear were the typical thoughts any wrestler would have when they were injured.

Anger. Sadness. Uncertainty.

The emotions that he was no stranger to, the emotions he has come face time and time again.

As he sat in his stretcher he couldn't help but feel quizzical. The confidence he usually had pre-surgery was no longer in existence anymore. Instead questioning thoughts had begun to emerge into his mind during the time he had laid there.

Injuries were nothing to him. In fact these injuries are just a part of his life. He loved it, he fed off from the passion. This whole injury was nothing to him. He knew in his heart he would come back to wrestling.

But how much more could you take?

He was on the verge of turning 36. What is there next?

He sighed to himself and closed his eyes as he placed his palms over them. Hopefully time off resting his injury would eventually erase the questions of ever leaving.

He didn't need any more doubts. He would go back to wrestling after this.

***

Adam shook his head after recalling that day. The day of which began the questioning decision of whether to retire or not. Of course he had come back to the WWE after the long process of healing. But those questions never really left his mind and it was obvious that he made the decision not long after.

He shrugged, "It was a good run." He told himself as he continued to place his hands on the wheel. Focusing on the road and the time that flew by.

Lucky enough for him he managed to bring along a good pile of CD's for his audio player. Giving him a good fix of his favorites during the long journey. The volume up on full volume and Adam couldn't help but give a smile.

He was enjoying it.

2006

Amy didn't know how to cope with it.

"Bitch!"

"Slut!"

"Whore!"

"You screwed Matt!"

"Fuck you!"

It was all too much lately. The crowds had become even more obnoxious towards her and it really bothered her. She tried numerous times to ignore the whole ordeal. That she would deal with her role as a professional. She wouldn't be a bitch about it towards management. She wouldn't want to cause any more drama as it is. She would go out there, do whatever they had wanted her to do, and leave. It was her job.

But now, it would no longer have to be. There she was, explaining that she was giving Vince McMahon her final notice. Vince was shocked to say the least. Telling her if she felt if it were she the right thing, he would accept. She finalized her decision and Vince told her that she would be missed. She nodded as she made her exit.

As she closed the door of Vince's office she turned to find him standing right there. She looked down at the floor. She didn't want to meet his haunting green eyes.

"It's been done." She said quietly. And Adam only nodded. Exhaling a long deep breath he didn't know he held.

There was a long pause as the two stood there at the corridor.

"I'm announcing my retirement tonight." She said.

"Amy, are you sure about this?" Adam asked, raking through his hair.

Amy leaned onto the wall, as she finally was courageous enough to bore into his stare.

"Yes… I believe this is the best thing for me right now. I just… don't have wrestling in my heart anymore. No one can see past the whole situation."

"That's why it takes time. Matt already forgave you, Amy."

"How could anyone forget Adam? Management paired me up with you for a reason. The reason because of circumstances which was never supposed to be made public. And because of it, everyone hates me. And please don't get me wrong, Adam. But the hostility is just too much…"

"But I love being with you… I….I love you, Amy…"

Adam then looked into Amy's eyes and saw the small drops of tears beginning to form.

"I know… I love you too…"

All Adam could do was hold her close as she began to sob quietly into his hugging form.

"If this is what you want, I'm not going to stop you. I want whatever is best for you… Even if it comes down to letting you go, I just want you to know Amy, that I'll always be here for you. And like I said before, you're human and we're not perfect. We make mistakes. And no matter what those assholes say about you, they don't know the real Amy Dumas. You're a wonderful person, Amy. And that's all that should really matter. Your happiness always comes first."

Amy hugged Adam closer to her, "Thank you for everything, Adam. You don't know how much you've helped me go through this."

***

Ideas had been coming instantly through Amy's mind as she began to scribble out words on her small notebook. Lyrics beginning to form on the side of the page along with scribbles of random guitars and other forms of instruments, arching a brow at one instrument she might have just invented from her scribble work. Her stomach growled and noticed that the time had flashed forward to 6:00pm.

She was surprised to say the least as she had been up most of the morning and afternoon tidying up her entire place. She realized that she didn't even have a proper meal throughout the day. Without wasting another moment, she got up from her bed and headed towards the kitchen, perhaps to look for something to munch on.

While rummaging through the fridge it was when she heard a few knocks upon her front door.

She froze, a deep thudding in her chest began, and she inhaled a breath.

Heading towards the front door, she fixed up her hair, taking a quick glance at the decorative mirror hanging near by. When she thought she was ready, she slowly turned the knob and took a peak at the person standing in front of her.

She stood there staring up at his recognizable green eyes and suddenly she felt lost.

"Hey." he said.

A/N: So I incorporated Adam's recent injury into this story. Making this a futuristic tale to say the least. Thank you to those who have reviewed, it makes me very happy! Keep those reviews coming!