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Amy felt stupid as she made her way out from gorilla to the entry ramp. She felt naked, as she wore only a short black satin robe over the baby blue string bikini to the ring for the ridiculous contest she was having against Torrie.

The redhead's gaze fell toward the ring, where the platinum blonde already stood, Tazz beside her holding a microphone.

She was hardly aware of the cheers from the crowd as she entered the squared circle carefully. The last thing she wanted was to give millions of fans at the arena and watching at home a peepshow...

"The lovely Lita has now joined us!" the former wrestler-turned-announcer spoke, and the redheaded diva crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't know how she'd ever allowed herself to be talked into this stupid skin contest. This was so totally not her...

The next thing Amy knew, Tazz gave Torrie the word, and the tall blonde diva slunk out of her white robe in a way the redhead supposed she thought seductive - but in reality, she looked like nothing more than an amateur stripper. Amy had to refrain from laughing out loud as she thought all Torrie needed was a pole to dance against...

"And now - Lita!"

The redhead unbelted the sash on her robe, allowing it to delicately slide to the canvas, and she gave her usual hand raised high gesture... Nothing fancy or overtly sexy... Just... her.

Torrie scowled, not bothering to conceal the disgust she felt toward Amy. Amy, on the other hand, couldn't care less. She knew how much the blonde despised and resented her - but the feeling was very mutual.

The fans cheered their approval of her, and the redhead knew it had nothing to do with how she looked in her bikini but everything to do with her personality and who she was. That made her feel good.

Tazz was about to say something again when the pushy blonde suddenly snatched the microphone out of his hand.

"You make me sick!" Torrie shouted, her glare directed on Amy. "You're a pathetic, nasty skank who can't keep a man satisfied!"

The boos from the fans were suddenly near-deafening. Amy's eyes narrowed as she eyed the taller woman warily.

"I took Matt from you, and I bet I could get Edge - just like that!" She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

The redheaded diva glared at her until she saw an opportunity and grabbed the mic out of Torrie's hands. The platinum blonde's blue eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, are you projecting on me now, Torrie?" she spat. "Because rethink your words - I'm a 'pathetic, nasty skank'?!" She turned to face Tazz, her next words directed at him. "I think this idiotic contest is over - the fans have obviously chosen..." That said, she turned back toward the blonde just in time to see the blow coming. Torrie punched her once, in the shoulder - weakly.

The redhead glared at the other woman menacingly for a few seconds, and Torrie began backing away, her eyes widened with fright. Then, in a feeble attempt to spare herself a beating, she began to apologize.

Amy didn't care. Nor did she suddenly care that she and the other woman were standing in the ring wearing only bikinis - the blonde's bottom a mere thong. In seconds, she pounced on the other diva, taking her down with a spear and punching her. Torrie squealed with pain and fright, but she'd brought it all upon herself.

As Tazz stood nearby and watched, the two divas continued to brawl, the redhead having the upper hand at all times. The announcer bent over to remove the mic Amy had dropped, earning himself an inadvertent pop in the nose from Torrie. And that was when Tazz decided to act.

Getting between the two women, the man somehow managed to separate them, each seething as the glared at the other. He turned toward the redhead, mic still in hand. He spoke to her, but not into the device.

"C'mon, Amy... you're better than that..."

The redhead knew her old friend and former co-ECW'er was right, but damn it, she was furious and had had enough of Torrie Wilson. Quick as a flash, and before either the bitch of Tazz could react, she was on the blonde woman again, fists and long hair flying. It went on for a moment until, with surprise, she realized something...

...Torrie's black bikini top was clutched in her hand...

There was a fast blur of blonde as her enemy ran from the ring, surprisingly red-faced, arms crossed over her now bare breasts as she retreated to the back.

Amy smirked, not at all caring for the fact that she'd accidentally stripped the blonde diva of her top, but satisfied she'd gotten even in humiliating her.

"I guess we have our winner right here!" Tazz cried into the microphone. He raised Amy's right hand - which still held the skimpy top - high.

When he released her, the redhead swung the top in the air before flinging it into the audience.