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"Are you sure this is gonna work, Ames?" Jeff asked, his green eyes trained on his friend.

The redhead looked from the cell phone which she held in her left hand to her best friend.  "It has to," she replied.  "I don't see how it wouldn't..."

The young man nodded, then ran a nervous hand through his shaggy, colorful hair.  "Okay...if you say so..."

Amy took the cue from his nod and statement and pressed the appropriate button on her phone, and she held her breath as she waited for a response on the other end.  A few seconds later, she heard the person whom she was calling pick up and raised her eyes to Jeff's.

"Hello?" Stephanie McMahon's voice rang out on the other end.

"Hello, Stephanie?"

"Speaking...Amy?  Is that you?"

"Yes...I was just-"

"I saw what that jerk did to you last night on national television!" the brunette interrupted her in an angry tone.  "I'm really glad you called..."

"You are?"

Jeff cocked his blue head as he noticed the redhead's brow arch up.  Since he could only hear her end of the conversation, he was damn curious.

"Very much so...I was actually meaning to call you.  Would you like to join SmackDown?" Stephanie asked.

"Oh, I...Yes, of course!" Amy said excitedly.  "Thank you...But...but I can't wrestle until July..."

"Not a problem," the brunette assured her.  "We'll just pair you off with one of the guys as his manager.  And I know you're well enough that you could always lend a hand to whomever we put you with to aid him in his matches..."

Amy could almost hear the grin in the other woman's voice.

The two spoke for awhile more about nothing in particular, and to the redhead's surprise, the SmackDown General Manager spoke not a word about what had happened to Jeff.

"Well, I'm really happy we got to talk, Amy...I should go - business, you know."

"Wait!  Stephanie, wait!"

"Okay...I'm still here," the brunette said.  She wondered about the urgency in the other diva's voice.

"Stephanie, I really need your help...that is, we need your help..."

"Who's 'we'?"

"Me and Jeff - Jeff Hardy...Eric Bischoff fired him," Amy explained, shifting her gaze back to the young man sitting beside her.  Upon her speaking his name, he'd stopped picking at the black nail polish adorning his fingers and was now gazing expectantly at her.

"Eric Bischoff fired Jeff Hardy?!" Stephanie asked, incredulous.  "Why on earth would he do a stupid thing like that?"  Then, before the other woman could reply, she did the honors for herself.  "Never mind...look who we're talking about.  Anyway, that's really awful...How about you and Jeff both come work for me?"

"That's what I was going to ask you," Amy admitted.  "But there's a problem...you see, Stephanie...He didn't simply fire Jeff from RAW - he sent him his release - terminated his contract with the WWE via FedEx."

"That bastard!" the brunette cried, all her anger and contempt for the man clear in her voice.  "He can't just do that!"

"Can't he?"

"I don't think so," Stephanie said.  "Number one, he's not a co-owner of the company, only General Manager of RAW.  Number two, if he had that kind of authority, then so would I - and I would have to agree with the terms of releasing someone."

"Oh...Wow, that's good to know.  So...What can we do?" the redhead questioned.

"Listen," Stephanie began, "why don't you give me a number where I can reach you - both of you - and I'll look into this and definitely get back to you as soon as possible..."

"Great..."  Amy then proceeded to give the GM her cell phone number as well as Jeff's home number.  Afterward, she and the other woman said goodbye, and she ended the call.

Flipping the small phone to a close with one hand, the redhead eyed her curious best friend.

"Well, everything's set, Jeff...The wheels are now in motion..."