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The moment Stephanie was through with her lecture - in which she'd merely told Amy she didn't want her to do *anything* physical in the ring, or fight *outside* of it; and verbally brandished Torrie and Matt for the umpteenth time - the redhead fled from the office and down the hallway.

She was still steaming mad, and she just wanted to get away - away from them, and even away from *him*.

"Amy!" Adam raced after her, his long legs swift as she continued down the hall.

She stopped to whirl around, coming face-to-face with him. His handsome face looked upset, though more confused than anything else. It miffed her even more, because, how could he be *that* clueless? For God's sake, it wasn't like he was... Matt!

"Look, I need to get away from you for awhile, Adam." She met his green eyes squarely, not bothering to mask the unhappiness on her face. Lord knew, she would fail if she tried to do so, anyway.

"Why?" he queried, his expression growing concerned. "Ames, I-"

"You're not exactly my favorite person right now," she reminded him, a frown crossing her features. She tilted her head, expecting him to recall what had her so upset with him in particular.

"What do you... oh, come on, Amy," he said, shaking his head. "You're mad at me?" He placed one hand to his chest. "You're mad at *me*." He gave her a look that spoke volumes, as though he couldn't even comprehend being the recipient of her anger.

"Damn it..." she hissed between clenched teeth. She hated that she felt as though she were on the verge of tears. She supposed it *was* sort of silly for her to be so upset with *him*, despite what had happened, but she just couldn't help it. How she felt was how she felt. "... why did you have to look at *her*?"

"Ames..." The tall blond man reached out to grasp her hand, but the woman jerked away, refusing to allow him to touch her. He flinched, the hurt at the gesture, the look on her face cutting him to the quick.

"I just... I can't be around you right now, Adam," the redhead said evenly. "Look... I'm going to get a ride back to the hotel with Dawn Marie and Nidia. I'll see you later." With that, she turned around and strode down the hall in a brisk pace.

Adam stared after her, his heart in his eyes, an uncomfortable feeling in his chest that quickly spread down lower, to his stomach. He shook his head, disbelief coursing through him that Amy was that unhappy with him.

*

Amy was still near tears as she entered the women's locker room. She opened the door, entered, then closed it and leaned against it as she tried to collect herself.

"Amy? Honey, what's wrong?" Dawn Marie asked as she looked up to see her friend. Nidia eyed her as well, her brows drawing together in a small frown. Whatever had happened obviously had the redhead very upset.

"Torrie and Matt strike again..." she muttered. She sighed, shaking her head, and crossed the room to her locker. "... and I'm really angry with Adam now, too."

The two brunettes exchanged surprised looks, then Nidia took the plunge.

"What? Why?"

The redhead turned back to face her two friends, trying her best to compose herself enough to speak without bursting into tears of anger, frustration and sadness.

"Torrie showed up at his locker room - before we came back from the match. She was freakin' naked and threw herself at him - *literally*!" she cried. She could feel her face actually reddening in her anger at the recollection.

"Oh, but honey," Dawn said, "that's not *Adam's* fault!"

"I *know* that, Dawn... but checking out her plastic skanky body is!" Her hands clenched into fists. "He took a nice little look at her - *all* of her! And right in front of me!"

"Men are pigs," Nidia snapped. "I don't blame you for being mad!"

"Men are *men*," the taller brunette piped in. "I mean, they're gonna *look* no matter what. I really don't think it's that big a deal."

"You don't?" the youngest diva present questioned.

Dawn Marie shook her head.

"No, I don't," she replied. "Although I *can* understand why you're so upset, Amy... because it's *Torrie*." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Amy nodded, her arms crossing almost defensively under her breasts.

"Bingo." She pursed her lips tightly together, still fuming. She wanted to just forget about everything that had happened since after Adam and Rey's match. If only she *could*. She was even now annoyed with Stephanie for having lectured her about fighting. She'd had every right to pop that bitch Torrie right in the nose. However, she supposed the General Manager was right in that she could inadvertently knock something out of whack before the doctor had cleared her to officially return to action.

"Aww, honey," Dawn crooned. "I hate seeing you like this. What do you say the three of us head back to the hotel and have some fun? Just us girls - no testosterone allowed tonight?"

Nidia giggled girlishly at the older woman's words and nodded.

Amy raised her head and met her good friend's brown eyes. Despite herself and how upset she was feeling, a small smile quirked at her lips. Thank God for Dawn Marie Psaltis - what would she ever do without that woman?

"All right," she agreed. "I'm in."