The tall blond man would be taking on Albert in a one-on-one contest.  Nonetheless, neither of them could take their minds off of Mattitude, Version 1, nor the events surrounding him from the previous night.

The redhead sighed unhappily.

"It's like he's hell-bent on making my life miserable," she complained, and her expression saddened as she thought of Shannon Moore.  "Chalk up another small victory for him...I don't know how he's done it, but he's obviously got Shannon totally brainwashed."

Adam reached across the small table for her hand, and he squeezed it gently.

"Baby...if he allowed himself to fall under Matt's 'spell,' or whatever it is, he's not worth it."

Amy winced, her thoughts reverting to the fun, good time she'd had with her old friend over the years.

"I guess I know..." she spoke.  "But still, I can't help feeling bad.  And sorry - I mean, Shannon and me...We go way back."

"I know, Ames...I know."  The Canadian raised the redhead's soft hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly.  God, this woman was so precious - so fragile.  And then Adam wondered why he'd thought of that last adjective in terms of Amy Dumas.  She was probably the last person he knew who was actually 'fragile.'  She was strong, tough - a fighter - and he admired her immeasurably.

"Well, well...What have we here?" an annoying voice crowed, and the two of them looked up, Adam reluctantly, his guard instantly going up as anger took over.

Matt and Torrie were standing directly over their table, the pair looking closer than two peas in a pod.  The dark-haired man had his arm wrapped possessively around the blonde's shoulders, drawn close.  Torrie wore a ridiculous grin on her face, her dimples poking through her cheeks.  Amy thought that if her smile was any wider, her face might crack.

"I suggest you beat it before I beat you, Hardy..." Adam warned in a low but menacing voice.

"Hey, it's a free room, isn't it?" the elder Hardy brother asked rhetorically, then turned his head to exchange glances with his bimbo girlfriend, who merely giggled.  The sound thoroughly grated on the redheaded diva's nerves.

However, instead of merely ignoring them like she should have, Amy lashed out.

"What in hell have you done to Shannon?!"

Matt smirked and nearly laughed at the extent of hurt on his former girlfriend's face and in her voice.  Ha ha... He knew enlisting Shannon Moore as a loyal MFer would upset this bitch.  And he couldn't be happier for it...

Instead of immediately responding, the dark-haired man headed for one of the buffet tables, Torrie right beside him.  As he helped himself to a plate and began selecting food, he spoke.

"Why, Amy...you sound a little upset...could it be because young Shannon has chosen me over you?"

The redhead flinched, hurt, and Adam noticed and didn't like it one bit.  What a prick Matt had become over the last month or so.  Well, longer than that, judging by the fact that he'd obviously been screwing Torrie for awhile.

"You want to know why he's now one of my loyal disciples and no longer your friend?  It's simple, Amy..."  Matt turned back to face the redhead, his lips arching into a cruel grin as he took in the hurt clearly written on her face.  "It's because you're nothing...Well, nothing but a worthless piece of trash, that is..."

Adam burst up out of his chair, his fist coming to smash down on the table top, causing Amy to wince some more.  She didn't want a fight to occur, not now.  Matt knew exactly what he was doing, knew all the right buttons to push to cause trouble.

"Whoa there, pal..." he said as he glanced from his ex-girlfriend to the blond Canadian, whose face was furious and clearly not amused.

Adam looked poised to strike at any moment - almost like a rattlesnake that was coiled and sensed an attack.

Torrie wended her way between a couple of tables, her plate piled high with food as she approached Amy and Adam's table.  The redhead wondered what in hell the other woman was thinking or planning - until it was too late...

"You bitch!" Amy gasped, glancing almost cursorily down at her T-shirt where the blonde diva had splashed warm chili on her.

Torrie sneered at her, then a stupid smile again took residence on her face.

"Oh well...That shirt looked terrible on you, anyway - whore."

"Oh, that does it..." the redhead muttered, and before the other woman could react, she swung her arm back and punched her in the cheek.  Torrie squealed and staggered back so hard from the blow that she landed on her ass on the floor, her plate and its remnants on her lap, soiling the white dress she wore.

"Arghhh!!!" Torrie screamed, wringing her hands, her previously ear-to-ear smiling face now donning an infuriated scowl.

Amy didn't give a damn.  In a hurry, she launched herself onto the distraught blonde diva and gave her another what-for for her troubles.

Matt Hardy stood nearby, laughing in amusement as he watched his current and former girlfriends tussling on the floor, food intermingling with their clothing and hair, his brown eyes wide and merry.

Adam, however, was not the least bit amused and he let the other man know it.

"You sorry son of a bitch..."

The blond man edged closer to his nemesis, his hands clenched into fists.  Before he could do a thing, Mr. Mattitude shoved a chair, one that just so happened to be between them, at the Canadian.  It missed falling into Adam's shin and foot, but it didn't matter.  In second, the two men were fighting, each throwing punches.

Luckily, there was no one else in the room besides the four of them, or else there would have been even more problems.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tiny blur whirled in and dropkicked Matt, sending the man sprawling over the fallen chair.  A string of curses left the elder Hardy, and Adam came back to his senses and saw that the blur was in fact Rey Mysterio.  His friend had lent a hand.

And then, on the floor, Dawn Marie had knelt and was holding onto Torrie - actually, the brunette had her arm around the other diva's throat.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" a new female voice suddenly demanded.

Everyone looked up to see a shocked and angry Stephanie McMahon standing in the doorway...