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Amy Dumas edged her way down the hall, her right hand clenched into a fist as she pondered what would happen in the next few minutes.

A behind-the-scenes worker had come looking for her several minutes earlier, the man explaining that Mr. McMahon wanted to see her in his office 'pronto.'

The redhead frowned as she neared the room she knew the boss was using for the night. After the earlier meeting she'd attended with Lilian, Lisa and Nora, she knew this could not be anything good.

As she reached the closed door, her fist up and poised to knock, she stopped herself abruptly. Voices could be discerned just beyond - currently, Vince was speaking, and a few seconds later, she detected the distinct female tones of Torrie Wilson.

Amy's stomach churned as she heard the exchange - evidently, the blonde who'd recently posed for Playboy had just given Vince a blowjob. The redhead hoped she wouldn't vomit as she backed ever so slightly away from the closed door.

Amy was just about to walk away when the door suddenly opened, startling her. She flinched as she heard Torrie's high heels clacking on the floor mere inches from where she stood.

"Ah, Miss Dumas..." Vince said as he noticed her there. "You're just in time..."

The high-flying, daredevil diva tried her darndest not to look sickened as she wondered, 'For what?'

Torrie Wilson, the stupid, fake-looking smile now gone from her face, gave her a dirty look as she stepped past her. Amy couldn't give any less of a damn about the hostility the platinum blonde displayed. She'd always known Torrie didn't like her, but then, the feeling was very mutual.

"Come right in..." the boss said, not bothering with a smile that would be phony anyway.

Very reluctantly, Amy entered, glaring at the man, as she had to shoulder past him, since he insisted on standing in the doorway. As soon as she was away from the bastard, she stood near his desk, her arms crossing protectively over her chest, her lips pursed in annoyance.

The moment the boss was seated behind his massive desk, the redhead spoke.

"Not to be rude or anything," she began sarcastically, "but what do you want?"

"Now, now...patience, my dear Amy..." Vince said, his own voice dripping with sarcasm. He offered the redhead a smile that was as fake as Torrie's had been. "First things first..."

The diva tilted her head to one side, eyeing the boss with unveiled annoyance. Whatever little bit of patience she still had was very quickly slipping away.

"I want to know if you would reconsider..."

Amy straightened her head as she eyed the wretched man with disbelief. She knew exactly what he was referring to and thought he had a hell of a nerve.

"You must be joking..." she said, her voice strong and unwavering. She would not back down or give the bastard the satisfaction of watching her squirm.

"Well, how about this then..." Vince stood up behind his desk, gesturing with his hands as he continued. "If you don't take me up on my 'offer'...your next match, you will wrestle against Torrie Wilson..."

The redhead couldn't help the sarcastic smile that suddenly crossed her lips. Was that all he was going to make her do?

"Believe me, I have no problem with that..." Amy said. "In fact, I'll enjoy kicking Skank Barbie's ass..."

"You didn't let me finish..." Vince cut in. "You will wrestle Torrie, and you will lose the match."

"You have got to be kidding! Mr. McMahon - no fan in his or her right mind would buy it if Torrie gets a win against me in an actual wrestling match!"

The boss stared at her, unaffected. An evil gleam in his eye, the bastard grinned at her.

"Well, that is just too fucking bad, lady..."