Title: Bed of Nails
Author: Genta ~ gentah@yahoo.com
Characters: Matt Hardy, Amy "Lita" Dumas, Trish Stratus
Summary: Matt tried to deal with losing Amy
Rating: R; sexual situations
Feedback: Appreciated
Archive or Distribution: Sure, as long as you ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE characters in this story. The song is by Bon Jovi. I am using it without permission but I am going to return everything when I am done. Lyrics are at the end.

Matt could not sleep for the umpteen nights in a row. The bar had closed and he was wandering aimlessly in the hotel lobby. He sat at the piano and wondered what Amy was doing. He was trying to fully remember a moment but he wasn't sure. He nursed a bottle of Vodka and thought of Trish being in his bed gave him instant nightmares. He got lost in his thoughts. Movies could be made about his life. He laughs at the thought that he would have to be dead first.

Matt talked with Amy once a day. She would try to call him. He woke up hung over with the hope that she would call. They talked about basic stuff. They sometimes drift in love, truth and what they meant to each other. Matt realized why he tried to fight for her. She was all that he needed. He wished he knew where she was. He would make each step his way home to her.

Matt started back to his hotel room. Every moment in his life he thought of Amy. Matt stood on the elevator and his cell started ringing. He knew it was Trish. She must be ready for round 2. He always told Amy just because Trish was there did not mean that he wasn't lonely. He proved time and time again that it was Amy that he would die to defend. 

Matt slowly removed his clothes. Trish was helping and kissing on his neck. H could not help but to fantasize about being with Amy. He imagined rose petals thrown on the sheets. He imagines laying her gently on them. He would kiss her. He would touch every inch of her. This was the fantasy thought that helped him get in the mood. He wanted Amy instead of Trish but as of right now he would lay in his bed of nails.

Sitting here wasted and wounded 
at this old piano 
Trying hard to capture 
the moment this morning I don't know 
'Cause a bottle of vodka 
is still lodged in my head 
And some blonde gave me nightmares 
I think she's still in my bed 
As I dream about movies 
they won't make of me when I'm dead 
With an ironclad fist I wake up and 
French kiss the morning 
While some marching band keeps 
its own beat in my head 
While we're talking 
About all of the things that I long to believe 
About love and the truth and 
what you mean to me 
And the truth is baby you're all that I need 
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses 
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails 
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is 
And lay you down on bed of roses 
Well I'm so far away 
That each step that I take is on my way home 
A king's ransom in dimes I've given each night 
Just to see through this payphone 
Still I run out of time 
Or it's hard to get through 
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you 
I'll just close my eyes and whisper, 
baby blind love is true 
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses 
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails 
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is 
And lay you down on bed of roses 
The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry 
The barkeeper's wig's crooked 
And she's giving me the eye 
I might have said yeah 
But I laughed so hard I think I died 
When you close your eyes 
Know I'll be thinking about you 
While my mistress she calls me 
To stand in her spotlight again 
Tonite I won't be alone 
But you know that don't 
Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove 
For it's you that I'd die to defend 
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses 
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails 
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is 
And lay you down on bed of roses

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