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A smile crossed the blonde woman's face as she heard the voices drawing nearer. They were just right out in the hall - and she couldn't wait to act.

Torrie pressed a hand against her mouth, effectively muffling the giggle she felt bubbling up. She knew she was taking a big risk, but the truth was, she didn't care. She was way *beyond* caring if it meant helping Matt... Not to mention, making that miserable Amy suffer.

Fully prepared, the diva removed her hand, then undid the sash, allowing the delicate robe to slip down her body and to the floor. She inched closer to the locker room door, her breath held in anticipation as the voices grew nearer and nearer.

The door suddenly opened, and she threw her body at the tall blond man, his green eyes wide with shock.

"What kept you so long, Adam honey?" the tall blonde woman cooed. She pressed her voluptuous nude body against him, batting her eyelashes as a big grin spread across her face. "I've been waiting and waiting for you to come and warm me up..."

Just behind the Canadian, Amy glared, wide-eyed with shock that matched that of her boyfriend's. However, unlike the blond man, she hadn't been struck temporarily speechless.

"What the *hell* is going on here?!" the redhead yelled, her eyes glittering with fury. She glanced from Adam - who looked a combination of confused and horrified - to Torrie, who still wore that ridiculous smile on her face.

"Get off of me, you whore!" the Canadian cried, finally rediscovering his voice. He gave her a shove, but Torrie still persisted. But as she was slightly back and away from him, Adam's eyes swept over her nude form - after all, he couldn't help the fact that despite despising this woman, he was still a *man*. Amy noticed, her ire increasing to epic proportions.

"Oh, come on! You're only saying that because of... *her*." The blonde pressed ahead again, reaching out as though to grab the tall man in a most inappropriate place.

That was more than enough for Amy to shove forward, lunging for the other woman.

"You fucking bitch! I'll *kill* you!"

Now, Torrie's blue eyes widened with fright, her mouth dropping open as well as she took a step backward. She certainly didn't want to contend with the other woman's wrath *now* - the redhead looked more angry than she could ever remember seeing her. At the same time, a small part of her felt satisfied because she knew part of it had to be due to the fact that her boyfriend had definitely been eyeing *her* naked body - and right in front of her, at that.

"Ames!" Adam's arm shot out, his hand gripping her arm firmly as she was poised to pounce on Torrie. "She's not worth it!"

The redhead spun around, hair flying in the process, and she came face-to-face with him. The tall blond man flinched for a beat at the rage in her hazel orbs.

"Not worth it, huh? But she *is* worth checking out right in front of me?!"

Adam flinched yet again. Then, recovering himself, he shook his head, cursing himself. He didn't give two shits about Torrie Wilson, but damn it, he was a man and had eyes...

"No!" he cried, beginning to get upset that she was so angry. "Come on, Ames - obviously, she and Matt tried to cook up some stupid scheme against us."

Amy turned around, realizing she'd suddenly been so focused on her boyfriend that she hadn't noticed Torrie had grabbed her robe and put it back on, then had tried sneaking past them to leave.

"Where the fuck do you think *you're* going?" Then, before Adam could act again, the fiery redheaded diva grasped a generous tuft of the other woman's blonde hair and yanked. In mere seconds, the two women were tumbling on the floor, a string of expletives leaving Amy's lips - so many of them that the blond man's head nearly spun.

Torrie squealed and tried to push the other woman off of her, but Amy was so much stronger and a far better fighter than she was, so the effort was a futile one. And then, suddenly, the redhead was blessedly lifted up and off of her.

"Ames! Enough... enough!"

Amy squirmed like crazy in Adam's vise-like grip, her eyes and hair wild as she shook in his arms to free herself. Damn, but he'd never seen her this angry himself. It sort of scared him.

"If you *ever* try a stunt like this again, I'll tear your head off, you bitch!" she shouted. She lunged out with one hand, but was unable to reach her nemesis, who now stood but back a few safe steps. She snarled her fury, fully away of the tall blond man's arms holding her tightly around her waist, preventing her from striking again.

Adam turned his head to glance over his shoulder, as he'd become aware of voices coming from just outside the door, in the hallway. Just great... Apparently, this little episode had drawn the attention of more than just a few of their fellow SmackDown superstars...

All of a sudden, Matt Hardy's voice issued forth from the doorway.

"What the hell is this?"

The Canadian's guard shot up, his hold on his girlfriend suddenly loosening a bit instinctively. He knew that asshole was behind all this. He could definitely relate to Amy, and how she was feeling about Torrie, as he felt the exact same way toward Matt.

"What the hell...? Fucking my girlfriend, are you, Copeland?" The dark-haired man was suddenly in Adam's direct line of vision, his dark eyes seemingly furious as they glared at him.

"Give me a break..." the tall blond spat, his face a mask of disgust. "... you're pathetic, you know that, Hardy?"

"What just happened in here?" a new voice demanded, and they looked up to see Stephanie there, John Cena directly at her side. The brunette did not look happy, to say the least, as her gaze raked over Torrie and then at Amy. Instantly, she knew the two woman had gotten into more than just a little scuffle. "All right, that's it... My office... *Now* - all of you."