Amy Dumas smiled to herself as she made her way to room 324 of the Holiday Inn she'd arrived at only moments earlier.  She was there to surprise her boyfriend, Matt Hardy.  She hated the roster split the WWE had undergone earlier in the year but was grateful that RAW's General Manager, Eric Bischoff, had allowed her this time off.

Amy had found out from the desk clerk what room Matt was in, and he'd given her a spare keycard when she'd explained her motives.  The elder Hardy was not expecting her, so she hadn't called ahead of time.  His younger brother, Jeff, however, was a different story.  Amy had told him everything she had in store for Matt - well, maybe not everything.

Her smiled widened as she finally came to the door of the right room.  Pushing some of her red hair out of her face, the diva swiped the keycard as quietly as she could manage, then pushed the door open.  And she got the shock of her life.

The lamp atop the small table in one corner was the only light illuminating the room, but Amy could clearly see Matt in the bed - and evidently, he was not alone, as it looked like he was kissing someone.

"What the hell...!"

The dark-haired man suddenly jumped at the sound of her voice, whirling around to stare at her in shock.  And that was when Amy got a glimpse of Torrie Wilson lying in the bed with her boyfriend.

Matt jumped up out of the bed, grabbing the blanket to cover himself up, which Amy found strange considering their relationship.  At the same time, Torrie yelped as she was suddenly exposed.  The bleached blonde reached over for the sheet to wrap around herself, nearly shrinking in the bed as she stared at the redhead with eyes widened in fright.

"Amy, this is not as bad as it looks," Matt cried as he edged closer to her.  "She means nothing to me!  I swear!"

"Hey!" the diva in the bed exclaimed, an expression of hurt coming over her face.

Amy glared at her momentarily before turning her fury on her boyfriend.  "You no good, lying, cheating son of a bitch!"  Then, quick as lightning, her hand flashed out and she slapped him across the face with as much force as she could muster.  She was glad when the blow caused his head to rock to the side.

Matt kept his dark eyes shut for a moment as he absorbed the pain, then he turned back to her.  "Amy, listen to me..."

"No!  I'm done with you, you bastard!" she spat, backing away.  Glancing once more at Torrie Wilson, she yelled at the top of her voice.  "You worthless whore!  You can have him!  You two deserve each other!!!"  She whirled around for the door.

"Amy...Amy, I'm sorry!"

"Go to hell, Matthew Hardy!" she shouted.  With that, she yanked the door open, and once she was back out in the hall, she slammed it as hard as she could.  She stood there uncertainly for a beat, feeling as though she would break down and cry at any second.  She had to get out of there.

Amy ran a little ways down the hall, suddenly stopping at a closed hotel room door.  The urge to talk to someone was nearly overwhelming.  Without knowing whose hotel room she was at but knowing it was a fellow WWE superstar's, she knocked.

"Amy!  Hi..."  Dawn Marie eyed the other woman with concern.  "Oh, my God...was that you who was screaming and yelling a moment ago?  What's wrong?"  She ushered the redhead into her room, shutting the door behind her.

Amy stood there in shock for a moment, unable to believe what had happened moments earlier.  Then, unable to contain herself any longer, she burst into tears.  As Dawn made an exclamation of sympathy and pulled her into a hug, Amy finally spoke.

"I came here to surprise Matt and I...I...I just caught him in bed with Torrie Wilson!"

The brunette held her back for a moment to stare into her face in shock.  "Oh, my God!  You poor thing..."  She held her again, gently stroking the other woman's hair.

Amy cried on Dawn Marie's shoulder for a good ten minutes before she was able to speak again.  "I told him to go to hell - I told him we're done, that Torrie can have him."

"I'm so sorry," the other diva said softly.  Although not many people knew it, Dawn Marie and Amy were good friends, and their friendship dated back to their ECW days together.  Likewise, Dawn was nothing like the character she portrayed on TV.  In reality, she was a very nice and decent young woman whom had once been engaged to former ECW wrestler Simon Diamond.  The couple had been together for a long time, but recently, Simon had gotten cold feet and decided he didn't want to get married - which had ultimately led to their breakup.  For the most part, Dawn had kept this secret, but she'd confided in Amy.  And although Simon had never cheated on her, she knew what the redhead was going through.

"You know what?" Amy said, her feelings of anger and bitterness temporarily pushing her sorrow and grief to the back burner.  "Men suck!"

Dawn shook her head sadly.  "Isn't it a shame?  They're never satisfied...and then, even when you find the one who claims to love you, they always seem to get cold feet.  And then, you're left out in the cold..."  Her brown eyes focused on nothing far away.

Amy eyed her friend, a great sense of melancholy creeping over her.  She knew the other woman was speaking of her lost love.  Damn it, why did men have to be so complicated?  She thought about all of her male friends.  She knew for a fact that Jeff would never do the sort of thing to a girlfriend that Matt had done to her.  And then, some of her other guy friends, like Chris Jericho, were somewhat of womanizers.  But at least Chris was up front with the women he dated and made certain they were on the same page as him.

As Amy continued to stand there with Dawn Marie, another of her male friends suddenly popped into her head.  Her tears dry, she faced her friend, meeting her eyes.  "Dawn?  Do you know what room Adam is in?"

"Adam?  I'm not sure what room number it is, but..."  She stepped to the door, opened it and stood in the doorway.  "...I know he's in that room."  She pointed to a room a couple of doors down and across the hall.  "We bumped into each other going to our rooms a couple of times," the brunette explained with a smile.

"Thanks," Amy said softly.  "I'm going to talk to him for awhile."

As the redhead stepped out into the hall, Dawn Marie's voice called back to her.  "If you're not going anywhere for the night, you're welcome to share my room!"

"Thank you, Dawn."  She walked over to the door to the room her friend had pointed out.  As she lifted her hand to knock, she heard the other woman closing her own door.  She signed, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere that night.  She was in no shape to drive, what with how rotten she was feeling.

*

Adam Copeland sat relaxing on his hotel room bed reading a Dean Koontz paperback.  Although he also had the TV on, it didn't distract him from the gripping thriller by one of his favorite authors.

He turned to the next page, looking up toward the door as he suddenly heard voices shouting down the hall.  The tall blond Canadian wondered what was going on, but, out of respect for the parties involved, he wasn't going to be nosy and take it upon himself to find out personally.

Adam could swear he'd heard Matt Hardy's voice, as he was able to detect a southern accent in the male voice.  The female voice sounded enraged as the woman yelled.

A few minutes later, just as he'd returned his attention to his novel, Adam looked up at the sound of a knock on his door.  He replaced his bookmark in the right page and rose to answer it.

He was taken aback to see Amy Dumas standing in the doorway.  The beautiful redhead looked distraught, almost like a lost little girl as she gazed up at him plaintively.  He realized she had been the woman yelling moments before and wondered why he hadn't known it when he'd heard her voice.

"Amy...hi...what's wrong?" he asked with concern, refraining from reaching out and touching her face.  He noticed her mascara had run, and her eyes were red as well, obviously the result of crying.

The diva threw herself into the blond man's arms and began sobbing.  Adam put one arm around her as he shut the door with his free hand.  In silence, he led her to the bed, sitting her down as she continued to cry.  He gently stroked her long red hair, trying his best to comfort her.

"Amy, what happened?  Tell me, sweetheart..."

After a moment, Amy's sobbing subsided.  She pulled away from him a bit to swipe at her tears with her fingers, then looked up at Adam with an expression so sorrowful it wrenched his heart.

"Matt Hardy...Torrie Wilson!" the redhead spat, her sadness now giving way for fierce anger.  "I came all the way here to surprise Matt and I found him in bed with that cheap slut!"

Adam stared at her in shock, his green eyes widening as he suddenly felt some anger of his own.  "Matt and Torrie?"  Well, the Hardy Boy had seemed very excited about the prospect of getting a Stinkface from the blonde earlier that night during the SmackDown taping.  He wondered what the hell was wrong with the man.  Here, he had this beautiful, adorable, amazing goddess in Amy, and he had cheated on her with Torrie the tramp???

He felt even angrier as he listened to Amy's further revelations.

"He's just changed way too much!" she complained.  "Ever since the roster split - even before he moved to SmackDown...I even wanted to come with him so we could be on the same show, but he didn't want me to do that.  Jeff didn't, either, but that was because he wanted to be able to see his best friend on a regular basis...oh, God!"  She began crying again.

Adam gently pulled Amy against him, holding her head down to his shoulder.  Poor baby, he thought.  She was so much better than Matt.  She deserved better.  And Matt certainly wasn't worthy of her.  The tall blond reflected on how the elder Hardy brother had acted nearly six months earlier, when the redhead had broken her neck on the set of the TV show "Dark Angel."  The dark-haired man and his brother had been the first people she'd called.  And while Jeff had instantly responded by taking off to be with Amy, and had spent countless days with her throughout her surgery and later, rehab, Matt had taken all of a half day to spend with his girlfriend during her ordeal.

Adam himself had rushed to Florida and then North Carolina to spend time with Amy when Jeff had called him with the news of her very serious injury.  He'd been frantic when he'd received that call.  He had immediately requested some time off and had luckily received it - and like Jeff, he'd gone to be with Amy when she needed her friends the most.  The blond wouldn't have had it any other way...

...Not to mention the fact that Adam was madly in love with the redhead and had been for pretty much the entire time he'd known her.  He'd liked her immediately, the first time he'd laid eyes on her.  He'd thought she was beautiful.  Soon after, as he'd begun to get to know her, he'd been intrigued.  She was an amazing person, and her inner beauty attracted him even more than her stunning looks.  After a couple of months in which they'd become fast friends, Adam had realized he was in love with her.

He was furious that Matt Hardy had had the nerve to treat her this way.  Who the hell did the man think he was??  Adam listened to Amy pour out her heart and soul as they continued to sit on his bed.  He flipped the television set off and put his book aside to concentrate on her and her only in her time of need.

Before Adam knew it, more than two hours had passed since the redhead had come to his room.  And she was exhausted - so much so that she had fallen asleep curled up on her side on his bed.  He reached his right hand down to gently caress her cheek, upon which was a smudge of mascara.  That bastard...how dare he cast this precious woman aside!  And for what?  Torrie Wilson???  This didn't sit well with the tall blond - not one bit.

Without thinking, Adam rose from the bed as carefully as he could manage, as he didn't want to disturb the sleeping woman.  He walked stealthily to the door, twisting the knob quietly and then stepping out into the hallway.  He marched straight to the room in which he knew Matt was staying and knocked on the door sharply.

"Oh...hey," the dark-haired man said cheerfully as he saw the Canadian standing there.

Adam quickly glanced past Matt and spotted Torrie lying in the bed, appearing to be asleep at this point.  His blood pressure rose as the sight made him angrier than he'd already been feeling.  Then, he pulled his right arm back, and, before the Hardy could react - or perhaps he wouldn't have done that because this was totally unexpected - the blond man punched him squarely in the jaw.

Matt staggered backward a bit, clutching at his face, in pain.  Before he could act or react, Adam yelled at him.  "You asshole!  You worthless piece of garbage!  How could you do that to her?!  And for that slut?!"

Torrie, suddenly awake at the loud sound of the blond man's angry voice, gasped.  She stared at the spectacle in disbelief but didn't make a move to leave the bed.  Adam guessed she was probably naked under the blankets.

"Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from her from now on!" Adam spat in a low voice, his eyes widened in fury as he pointed an angry finger at Matt.  "So help me...if you ever come near her again...you will regret the day you ever met me."

The dark-haired man was either feeling threatened and scared, or else he was too shocked to do or say anything in response.  After a moment of a silent stare-down, Adam turned and stormed back to his own room - and to the upset redhead in his bed.