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Amy made her way back to the women's locker room, one hand tossing her damp red hair. She'd just had herself a shower and felt pretty good about the match that had happened two or so hours earlier. It had been a diva battle royal and her first match in over a year. She hadn't won, but it had still been great.
"Hey, you're just in time!"
The voice came from Trish, who had actually won the battle royal. For her victory, she would be heading into a feud with the current Women's Champion, Beth Phoenix. The blonde was sitting on a couch in front of a TV monitor, a few other women hanging around as well. They had been sitting there watching all the matches all evening.
"What did I miss?" the redhead asked.
"Nothing much," Mickie said. "The main event is next."
"That's right, Amy," Trish cajoled. "You're just in time to see your man!" She let out a burst of laughter, and the other divas hooted and howled in a teasing manner.
Amy crossed over to sit between the blonde Canadian and Melina Perez. She swatted at Trish with the back of her right hand.
"Knock it off, Trish."
"Oh, so you're saying you don't still have it for Adam?"
This time, Beth Kocanski had posted the question. The Women's Champion had a smile on her face that was partially a smirk. Amy really didn't know her all that well at all, and it made her uncomfortable to have her talk about this, even jokingly. Aside from Trish, very few of these women knew much, if anything at all, about her past relationship with the blond man. She was not a public person by nature, and she had always made sure to keep her private life exactly that way - private.
She bowed her head and said nothing. Hopefully, the other divas would get the message and leave her alone.
A moment later, Amy was extremely grateful toward Mickie, who changed the subject.
"So... Looks like Trish is next in line to feel the wrath of the Glamazon, huh?" the brunette quipped. "Take it from me, that is an experience you won't soon forget!" Mickie reached over to mock choke the little blonde, who laughed and stuck out her tongue.
"On the contrary... I'm looking forward to kicking your ass, Beth - no offense." Trish winked at the other blonde woman.
"None taken, Canada."
"Look, here comes Taker!" Melina exclaimed, pointing toward the television monitor.
The women kept relatively silent as they watched the big longtimer's entrance. Amy had always found it to be cool, but in all honesty, she had a lot more interest in Adam's. She had to admit it to herself. This should be interesting, since he was certainly the underdog, being that he was the smallest of the three competitors in the match. She didn't know all the details of how it was supposed to go down, but she knew Edge was slated to win back the World Heavyweight Championship. She found herself rapt as she watched the contest, eager to discover by what method the victory would occur.
As the match progressed, the redhead really got into it. Something strange happened about fifteen minutes into it, and for a moment, she thought she was seeing things.
"Hey... Is that someone else?" Melina questioned. "I could have sworn there are two Edges!"
Lisa Marie Varon, who was of course best known to wrestling fans simply as Victoria, squinted as she replied.
"Actually," the dark-haired women noted, "I think there are three!"
Amy was taken aback as she eyed the scene on the monitor. Sure enough, Lisa Marie was right. She suddenly thought she recognized the two Edge imposters as the Major Brothers. This was certainly an interesting twist.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing!" Trish cried. She was laughing as she spoke. "This is hilarious!"
"It's brilliant!" Beth exclaimed. She sat on the edge of the left arm of the couch to get a closer look as Edge covered Undertaker for the win.
The women all cheered or booed, depending on their favoritism of the competitors. Amy stayed silent, though
she could feel the tiniest trace of a smile touching her lips. She was truly happy for Adam. He'd worked so
hard over the years. He deserved to be champion again.