"Oh, my God!  Amy, are you serious?" Stacy asked the redhead.  "You're really going to be on Dark Angel?  I love that show!"

Amy nodded vigorously.  "I told Vince I would definitely do it," she replied, glancing from the tall blonde woman to the shorter one beside her.

"Wow!" Trish exclaimed.  "Looks like you're really going places, Ames.  I would love to be a part of a TV show, even if it was only a single cameo appearance."

"Um, Trish, you are part of a TV show - several of them, in fact," Stacy reminded her, her voice taking on a teasing quality.

"You know what I mean, Stace...I love comedy - like what Dwayne did on Saturday Night Live...I would kill to get an opportunity like that."

"So, when is all of this going to happen?" the leggy diva asked as she again regarded the redhead.

"Sometime next month.  Mr. McMahon told me that Cameron is going to be contacting him again, and then he'll hook it all up."  She grinned.  "To be honest, I get nervous just thinking about this - but it's a good nervous.  I've been wanting to do something like this for awhile now."

"Hmm..." Trish said, one finger up against her lower lip.  "I wonder how your secret admirer is going to react to this news when he hears about it?"  She eyed Amy knowingly.  "I think he'll approve."

"Oh, of course he will," Stacy answered before the redhead could say anything.  "And I bet you'll get a nice little - or maybe big - trinket from him when you go shooting your show."  The tall blonde winked.

Amy grinned at the leggy blonde's statement, then bent over to the floor and began to rummage through her bag.  She and Trish had to get ready for their match later on, and Stacy had to also get dressed to accompany the Dudley Boyz to the ring for their tag team title match against Billy and Chuck.

"Come on, Trish - we don't want to be late for our match," the redhead said.  The contest was scheduled to be one of the first three of the evening.

"Ooh, you're right," the little blonde said cheerfully.  She bent over, reaching into her own bag and came up with a pair of shiny red glittery pants.  "I was thinking of wearing these tonight - what do you think?"

"I like 'em," Amy replied.  "They new?"

"Yeah."

The three divas suddenly looked up as a knock sounded on the door, and Stacy, being the closest to it as well as the only one standing, went over to answer it.  She smiled when she opened the door, as it was her boyfriend who was standing right there.

"Hey, babe," the leggy blonde said, grabbing Matt by the hand and pulling him into the room.

"Hey, get out of here!" Amy cried.  "Trish and I are about to get dressed."

"In a minute, Ames - in a minute.  I wanted to talk to you ladies - especially you," he said, turning to Stacy, his lips hovering near hers.  The tall young woman grinned at him.

"Okay, so what's up, Matt?" Trish asked.  "Make it quick, because Amy and I have a match soon."

"Well, first off," he said, facing his girlfriend.  "Are you gonna be okay getting put through a table, Stace?"  He gazed worriedly into her face, as she'd never really taken too much of a bump before the one she'd take tonight.  It would be her first time going through a table, and she was certainly no Amy or Trish.

"Oh, I'll be okay, sweetie," Stacy replied, her face serious, her gaze locked on his.  She rubbed his hand with the pad of her thumb.  "I talked with Mark and Devon about this just this afternoon, and we've gone over it at least a dozen times.  You know how gentle Mark is with putting divas through a table.  Just ask these two," she said, gesturing toward the other two women in the room.

Amy nodded.  "He does do a good job of cushioning you," she said.

Trish nodded in agreement.  "He's a big teddy bear - he'd never allow Stacy to get hurt."

Matt arched a brow, his face looking still unconvinced.  "Well...okay, if you're sure about this.  But if he screws it up and hurts you in any way..."

"Matt, I'll be fine - I trust those guys.  They're true professionals, and you know that as well as I do..."

The dark-haired man nodded, as he had to agree with that assessment.  Then, "Did y'all hear about the roster split?"

"The what?" Trish questioned, giving him an odd look.

"Exactly what I just said," Matt continued, glancing from Trish to Amy to Stacy by his side.  "Because of all this McMahon-Flair business, they're splittin' the WWF into two separate rosters - half the wrestlers'll be on RAW, the other half on SmackDown."

Amy and Trish exchanged confused and surprised glances.

"How can they do that?" Stacy asked.

"Yeah - it sounds like an incredibly stupid idea," the redhead stated.  "I, for one, don't like it."

"Neither do I," the elder Hardy brother admitted.  "But that's what they're doing.  I guess they think there are too many wrestlers in the company now, due to WCW and ECW fading away.  I just hope that all of us," he continued, meaning not only the four of them in the room, but also their closest friends as well, "end up on the same show."

Oh, God... Amy suddenly realized the bigger picture.  Her heart nearly stopped as she thought about ending up on one show, and Adam in particular being on the other.  She would hate that - it would be awful, and she didn't know how she would handle that.  In fact, she didn't even want to think about it...