As she was stepping into the room, a freshly showered and shampooed Stacy Keibler nearly collided with her as she was leaving.

"Oops!  Sorry, Amy," the tall, leggy blonde said.

"No problem, Stacy," the redhead said, and she suddenly realized Torrie Wilson was just beyond the doorway, following the other diva out.

"Have you two seen Trish?"

"I think she's still showering," Torrie told her.

When the two left, Amy began to get her things together in preparation of returning to the hotel.

She looked up as the door opened, and Trish walked into the room, dressed in her regular clothes, hair damp.

"Hey..."  The petite blonde smiled at her friend.

"Hi...Wow, that match you and Stacy had looked pretty humiliating."

"Ugh..."  Trish rolled her eyes as she ran her hand through her long blonde hair.  "I had to shampoo three times to get the gravy smell out of my hair."

The redhead wrinkled her nose in distaste.  "Can't say I'd want to trade places with you - even if you are the current Women's champion."

The blonde smiled as she reached for her hairdryer.  Then, plugging it into the wall by the vanity table, she said, "I caught your man's match earlier..."

"Oh, yeah...God..."  The redhead raised a hand to her head.  "I just came from seeing him.  I sort of let Jay have it," she admitted.

"The Unprettier on the chair?"

"That and the kick downstairs..."

As Trish blowdried her hair with her left hand, a brush in her right, she shook her head.

"I don't think he hit him all that hard...Drew's kick looked a little more lethal to me."

"No, I don't think so," Amy said as she came to stand beside her friend.  After a thoughtful moment, she asked, "Do you think I overreacted?"

"Well...you're in love with the guy, so no, I don't really think you overreacted.  But Amy," Trish said as she continued with her hair but shifted her gaze to the other woman's eyes in the mirror, "isn't it amazing?"

"What is?"

"How you guys started out...You were so funny...I don't think Adam ever even needed me to pretend we were fooling around..."

"What?!"  The redhead's heart thumped uncomfortably in her chest as she gaped at Trish in shock for what she'd just said.  "Pretend?!"

"Oh, God..."  The little blonde's mouth dropped open as she suddenly realized what she'd said... Nearly a year earlier, she'd promised Adam she would never spill the beans about his little "scheme" - and here, she'd just told the last person she should have.  Fear shot through her at the expression on her friend's face.

"Amy, I..."

"You and Adam were never together?  You mean the two of you...deceived me into thinking you were?!"

"Amy, listen to me - please!" Trish said as she shut off the hairdryer, placing it and her hairbrush on the vanity table.  "I never wanted to do it in the first place, but Adam-"

"If you never wanted to do it, why did you?  So the two of you could make me feel like crap?!" the redhead cried, gesturing wildly with both hands.  "You don't know how...how low I felt!"

"Let me explain!" the blonde woman practically begged.  She suddenly noticed a sinking, sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Save your breath, Trish!" Amy yelled, backing toward the door.  As the other diva started after her, trying to explain, the redhead yanked on the knob and ran down the hallway.  There was a certain tall, handsome blond Canadian man with whom she was so madly in love to confront...

She'd managed to somehow lose Trish as she arrived at Adam's locker room.  Not caring about anyone passing by and noticing her, she banged on the door.

"Adam, let me in!"

The door opened a few seconds later, and the tall blond man smiled as he gazed at his girlfriend - but the smile quickly disappeared when he realized she was angry.

The redhead stormed into the room, fury emanating from her very being as she turned around to glare at him.  He quickly shut the door, relieved that Jay had stepped out a few minutes earlier.

"How could you do that to me?!" Amy demanded as she gestured at him.  "How could you play with my emotions like that?!"

Adam cocked his head to one side as he regarded her.  "Amy, what...what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you and Trish!  When we first started sleeping together, you two pretended to be fucking!" she spat in her rage, eyes narrowed.  "Why???  As a cruel joke to hurt me?!"

Oh, my God... The blond man swallowed hard, a feeling of cold horror gripping him.  She'd found out... He imagined Trish must have somehow let the cat out of the bag.

"Amy, it's not what you think..." he began calmly, holding his hands out to her in a placating manner.  "It wasn't my intention to hurt-"

"Oh, yeah!  Right!" the distraught diva cried.  "You played me!  Here, I was thinking you were screwing her, and I felt lower than dirt because of it!  For God's sake, I didn't even like you back then!"  She tore at her long red hair as she glared daggers into him with her hazel eyes.  "But after awhile, I realized I did feel something for you!  And yet, you still continued to pull the wool over my eyes, making me think you were having regular sex with one of my closest friends!  Do you know how that made me feel?!  Do you?!"

"Amy, listen to me!" Adam cried.  "I did it because I wanted to see how you-"

The woman interrupted him again, moving slightly closer to the Canadian as she yelled.  "You wanted to play some stupid little mind games with me!  You asshole!"  By now, the redhead had begun to cry, and bitter tears streamed down her face.  "You thought it was perfectly fine to toy with me - use my emotions against me!  Adam, I love you!  You don't know what you've done!"

His green eyes widened in alarm, his heart hurting as she revealed what he'd been wondering for so long - she loved him.  She really, truly loved him - and he had screwed up big time.

"Ames, baby...please..."

"Leave me the hell alone!" she shouted.  "How can I ever trust you again?  How can I ever look you in the eye after this?!"

"Come here..." Adam said, trying his best to stay calm as he moved closer to her.  "I'm sorry, Amy!"

"Get away from me!" she cried as she bolted out of his reach.  She stared at him as a new torrent of tears ran down her face.  Then, reducing her voice to a near-whisper, she said, calmly, "Goodbye, Adam."

The blond man's eyes widened upon those last two words, and his heart nearly stopped as Amy turned and yanked open the locker room door.  She fled down the hallway, unable to control herself, and he heard sobs escaping her.

"Oh, God...Amy!"  Adam ran out the door and took off after her.  He had to explain this - had to undo this horrible mess.  He couldn't lose her.  He didn't know what he might do if he did...