Author's Notes – Hi everyone! It's been a long time since I've had something to post here (more than two years), let alone something new. A lot of amazing things happen to me in the last few years and the worst possible case of writer's block. But the other night I had this crazy urge to write and I just couldn't resist.

Now for those of you who remember the old WWE Fan Fiction Library that I once ran, the first chapter of this fic was once up there (I know I said it was a new fic but I edited it so much it may as well be new). I dusted it off and have started writing it again and I've got a couple of chapters ready to go!

Before we get to the actual fic, I'd like to ask you all to please feed the writer and review! I'd really like to know what you think and if someone out there thinks this fic is worth continuing. Also, if there's another fic of mine that you'd like to see me work on (or perhaps even finish) let me know. I just might get the inspiration to work on it.

Disclaimer – I own nothing that is recognized…please don't sue me.

One Last Hurrah

"Drive safe and take a damn shower," Amy called out to a long-haired man who laughed as he closed the door to the tour bus. She watched as the large vehicle expertly maneuvered its way out of her rather narrow driveway and out onto the main road and couldn't help but sighed happily as she watched the bus drive out of sight. It had been a long six months but it felt so good to be back home. She then turned back into her house to face the multitude of bags that now littered her living room floor and frowned. Silently she counted the bags and could have sworn that she didn't take half that many when she left for her European tour with her band the Luchagores.

Opting to leave the unpacking, and inevitable laundry, for later Amy stepped over the suitcases and bags and made her way to her kitchen, badly needing a cup of coffee. She rummaged through her cupboards and pantry but no coffee was to be found and even if it was, she realized her coffee pot was still off and needed at least an hour to heat properly. Pouting, she pulled a Pepsi from the fridge and prayed it was still good and she went to her office to sift through the piles of mail she already knew was there.

She plopped down in the comfy leather chair behind her desk, grabbed her letter opener, and began to go through the bills, fan mail, letters, and junk; filing most of her mail in the trash. She had just gotten to what must have been the fiftieth pre-approved credit card application when she was surprised by the unfamiliar sound of her home phone ringing. Curious as to who would be calling her at this number she picked up the receiver that was on her desk.

"Hello."

"Amy," a familiarly cheerful voice greeted on the other end, "long time no talk! How was the tour?"

"Great, fun, long," Amy joked as she went on, "I just got in today. And how are things in that yoga studio Trish?"

"Wonderful! I had so many sign-ups last month I had to hire another instructor."

"That's great Trish! I'm glad to hear that business is going so well for you. So what else is going on up there in the land of the cold," Amy asked with a laugh.

"A lot actually, it's kind of the reason I called. Adam moved back up here not that long ago…"

"You mean he left nice, sunny, warm Florida to move back to freezing Canada," Amy laughed as she thought of her long haired friend who was so happy to get away from the cold climate he had grown up in now leaving his beaches for snow. "He really did take one too many chair shots to the head, didn't he?"

"Well that's beside the point," Trish said brushing off her friend's joke. "He moved back to start a business, like me."

Amy chuckled, "Adam Copeland, business man; kind of hard to believe."

"I know," Trish agreed, "and he just did it so suddenly. He moved back up here and bought a ski lodge."

"A ski lodge?"

"Yeah and a beautiful one up in the mountains. He's been renovating the hell out of it and is going to open it soon. And…"

"And now we get to the reason for your call," Amy finished for her.

"Well yeah, see he's going to have a soft open for the lodge and he wants to get a bunch of the old gang back together."

"What's a soft open?"

"He's going to open the place for a couple weeks and have some friends come up, test everything out, and break the staff in," she explained.

"So basically it's just an excuse for all of us to have a ski lodge to ourselves for a couple weeks at Adam's expense," Amy elaborated sarcastically.

"Pretty much. So, what do you say," Trish finally asked, "you up for one last hurrah with all of your old friends? It'd be in two weeks."

"I don't know Trish. I mean I just got home and…"

Trish quickly cut Amy off before she could continue, "But Ames, the whole gang getting back together. It's been years since we've all seen each other. Wouldn't you like to hang out, all of us, like we use to, just one more time?"

"But…"

"Come on," she whined cutting her off again. "Lisa's coming, and Jeff, Chris, Maria, Jay, and Adam, and me of course…please!" Trish began to beg but it wasn't necessary because when Trish had mentioned one certain friend's name Amy's mind had been made up.

"You know what," she said attempting to still sound reluctant, "I'll go. It sounds like fun and who knows how many more times all of us are going to get together like this again." Amy then had to pull the phone an arms length from her ear due to the deafening squealing coming from the other end.

"Amy we're going to have so much fun! I'll call Adam right away and tell him you're coming! He'll be so excited," Trish continued to babble on with the details of where and when this great reunion would be taking place and Amy absently jotted them down on the back of an envelope. Before she knew it Trish was hanging up to go call and Adam and Amy was left to her thoughts and to book airline tickets. As she waited for her computer to boot she smiled blissfully while she let her mind wonder; Jason Reso, what have you been doing for the last seven years.