She felt as though she needed a long, hot shower after having just dealt with both Bischoff and Morley.  The pigs... They acted as though they hadn't even seen a woman in months.  Then, of course, she was doubtful that anyone of the female persuasion gave either of them the time of day unless it was absolutely mandatory.

She shoved the locker room door open with a groan of displeasure.  Most of the other divas were present, although the redhead was too annoyed to bother with any of them.

Lisa Marie Varon, better known to wrestling fans simply as Victoria, watched the redheaded diva for a beat.  Then, after a thoughtful moment, the raven-haired woman approached her.

"Hey..."  Lisa Marie gave Amy a small, slightly uncertain smile as the redhead looked up.

"Hey...sorry, I didn't notice you," the fiery high-flyer apologized.  She really hadn't realized the other diva had approached her.  She was that agitated.

"I heard about the whole Edge heel turn thing," Lisa Marie said, shaking her head.  "Sounds like Uncle Eric really has it in for you..."

"'Uncle Eric?'"

"Yeah - that's what Chris calls him," the dark-haired woman explained.  "I guess the nickname just sort of stayed with me..."

Amy nodded, a slight smirk on her face.  She knew about Chris Jericho having dubbed the jerk as 'Uncle Eric' way back during his WCW days.  Some uncle!  The way the redhead saw it, if Bischoff was everybody's uncle, he'd be a mean, wicked and spiteful uncle...

"How'd you find out about that, anyway?" she asked her friend curiously.  "I mean, I didn't even know about it until a few minutes ago..."

"Oh, Chief Morley called Chris and me for a private meeting earlier - oh, about an hour ago," Lisa explained.  "Told us all about the idea, and about our match for the next pay-per-view."  Her expression turned serious and a little bit angry.  "Jeez, Ames...you are really getting a raw deal here..."

"You mean by having to get the crap beaten out of me by you, being put in the Walls of Jerky and being put through a table by the guy who's gonna be my tag team partner?  Nah..." Amy remarked sarcastically.  "Actually, to be honest with you, I don't really have a problem with all of that..."

"You don't?"  Lisa Marie's eyes widened in surprise.

"Not really...but seriously, my biggest problem at the moment is how disgusting I feel..."

"What do you mean?"

"Bischoff and Morley creeped me out - made me feel like I needed a long, hot shower, the pervs...Morley even tried to smell my hair!" the redhead said in a loud, angry whisper.

"Ugh..." Lisa Marie exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in distaste.  "I guess I was lucky that Chris was there with me when we met with those two earlier...Bischoff made you meet with them alone?"

"Of course..." Amy said in annoyance.  She wasn't angry with the other woman, just at the two jerks that had grossed her out so badly moments before.

"Ugh..." Lisa said again, and she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder as she continued.  "Don't worry, Amy - we'll take it easy on you.  We're all your friends, you know..."  Then, leaning closer to the redhead, the muscular woman whispered almost conspiratorially.  "And if you want to kick those corporate jackasses' butts, I'd be happy to lend you a hand - I mean, foot..."

Amy couldn't help chuckling at that comment.  She was glad at least that this ridiculous storyline was going to involve three good friends of hers...