Same time, same station, the redhead thought sardonically.  She couldn't believe they were splitting the two rosters.  It was amazing how she could go from being so happy and excited about being on a TV show one minute, only to be brought crashing down so soon after by news such as that.

Stacy had gone through the table at the hands of Mark LaMonica without a hitch.  It had all gone by smoothly - much to Matt's relief.  The darker Hardy Boy had literally be frantic while that spot had come up.  Stacy hadn't taken many bumps in her still as yet short career, and this would definitely be her first major one.

Afterward, the leggy blonde diva had returned to the backstage area with Mark and Devon, and although she wasn't hurt per se, she did claim to feel a bit stiff.  And then, once Matt was through for the night, he and Stacy had left.  The dark-haired man had promised his girlfriend he would give her a little TLC back at the hotel - and not the kind he, Jeff, the Dudleys and Edge and Christian had indulged in at SummerSlam 2000 or WrestleMania 17.

"Umm, Amy..." Trish suddenly spoke, distractingthe redhead from thoughts of her leggy friend.  "Why don't you go on ahead without me?  I want to talk to Jay alone for a little while."

Amy nodded.  "Okay...I understand.  See you guys later...hope Jay feels better."

"Thanks," the little blonde said, arching a brow with a tilt of her head.  "Me too..."

The redhead made her way down the hall until she came to Adam and Jay's locker room.  The door was already open, so she stuck her head in.

"Oh, hey, Jay - Trish wants to be alone with you for awhile, so she told me to just go on."

"Okay...Thanks, Ames," the blond man said.  His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he pulled on his black leather jacket before hefting up his bag.  "See you later, guys..."

"Later, Jay," Adam said.  He turned toward Amy.  "I'll be ready in five minutes."

"No problem," the redhead said.  "I want to see Chris for a minute, anyway...Meet me at his locker room, okay?"

"Sure."

The diva walked a little ways further down the hall and made it just in time to see Chris Jericho emerging from his locker room.

"Chris!"

The blond man looked up, and as Amy neared, she noticed that he appeared a bit agitated.  Somehow, she guessed that wasn't only because of the impending roster splits.  Earlier that night, Stephanie had done a spot with Triple H in which the Game suggested a special match - with special stipulations.  That is, the next week on RAW, he would defend the Undisputed championship against not only Jericho, but Stephanie as well, in a triple-threat match.  But there was a catch - if he pinned the brunette, Stephanie would be forced to leave the WWF.

"Hey, Ames."

"Hey...are you okay?" the redhead asked, tilting her head to one side as she regarded him.

"Steph's going to be leaving for awhile," he replied, running a hand through his long hair.  His face looked sad.

"I know," Amy said, giving him a knowing look.  "But she'll be back before too long.  And what about the roster split?"

"It's such a stupid idea," Chris replied.  "Damn it...I've really been enjoying having Steph by my side - there with me when I go to the ring..."

"Chris, you need to tell her how you feel - how you really feel," the redhead stressed when the blond man gave her a look.  Her expression went serious and expectant as she spoke the last four words.

"You're right, Ames...you're absolutely right..."