"Whew!" the brunette exclaimed.  "Thank goodness everything is okay."

She was referring to her friend's neck, as, earlier that day, Amy had gone to a hospital to get checked over.  The doctor who had seen her had taken X-rays as well as done an MRI.

Although Adam had gone with her as he'd promised he would, the diva had been fearful of having to lie motionless in the MRI machine for forty-five minutes straight.  She was extremely claustrophobic and had needed a mask to cover her eyes as well as headphones to listen to music on the radio to mask the horrible sound of the machine during the ordeal.

Amy supposed this time hadn't been quite as bad as it had been that last time, when her neck had actually been broken - but it had still sucked.  If she had her way, she would never have to endure another MRI for the rest of her life - those damned machines felt like noisy coffins.

Later on, the neurologist had shown her and Adam the films as they'd sat side-by-side in his office.  To both their relief, the physician had explained that the healing process was progressing normally and that she hadn't damaged herself further.  The man said she had a simple stiff neck, as the muscles hadn't been utilized in such fashion for several months - and that what she was now feeling was typical.  However, he did caution the redhead not to do any actual wrestling until April, which was the time Dr. Lloyd Youngblood - who'd performed her surgery - had stated she would be clear to return to in-ring action.

"Yeah," Amy said as she met Dawn's warm brown eyes in the mirror.  "And may I say I told you so!  I told you I didn't aggravate my past injury or put anything out of whack or whatever!"

"Well, you're lucky," the brunette said, her expression turning serious.  "But it could have been a much different story..."

The redhead nodded.  "Okay, I'm not going to argue with you there."  She ran her hands down the side of the costume she'd put on for the special Halloween SmackDown that night.  "What do you think?"

Dawn Marie eyed her friend in the mirror, then turned around to look her over fully.  "You look very cute," she said with a smile.  "I like your outfit a lot better than mine..."

While Amy was donning a white velvet and silk dress with a flowing skirt that reached mid-thigh and had a low-cut front, exposing a generous amount of cleavage, a pair of wings made from real feathers - being the humane animal activist she was, the diva had made sure the birds the feathers had come from hadn't been killed but rather had lost them naturally - and a halo made from a wire over her head - Dawn Marie was dressed like a sexy female police officer.  She had the blue button-down shirt, the black hat, and tiny miniskirt, complete with garters, stockings and spiked pumps.

"Ugh," the brunette said as she made a face of disgust," I have a stupid B.S. match against Torrie tonight."

"Yuk," the redhead said with a slight shudder.  "Even though you're supposed to job out to her as per usual, give her a good asskicking!"

"Oh, I will - I promised you I would after what Matt did...I'm still convinced she put him up to it," Dawn said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

After a moment of thoughtful silence, she said, "I wonder what Torrie's gonna be dressed as?"

"Oh, who cares?" Amy cried.  "But whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be skanky."

"You can always count on that," the brunette agreed with a nod.

The knock on the door suddenly caught both women's attention, and they both glanced over at it before exchanging glances.

"That's probably Adam," the redheaded diva said.  Since she and Dawn were both fully-clothed, she rushed over to the door and opened it.  Sure enough, the tall blond man stood there.  He gazed at her intensely, his eyes scanning over her form slow and deliberately.

A grin spread across Adam's handsome face.  "You look adorable, Ames..."  He glanced over the costume she'd chosen to wear for Halloween that night, and what she would wear walking out to the ring with him in a few minutes.  An angel... He thought that was pretty apt - it pretty much summed her up, all right.

"Thanks," she said with a soft smile, suddenly shy.

"Hi, Adam."  Dawn Marie had to call to him and even wave to get the Canadian's attention off of Amy for even a moment.

"Hi, Dawn Marie."

The brunette smiled as she realized the man hadn't taken his eyes off of her best friend for longer than two seconds.  Without a doubt, the tall blond was definitely smitten...

"We should be heading out very soon," Adam said as he gestured with a thumb toward down the hallway.  "I just found out from Stephanie that my match is the first of the night."

"Okay...who are you wrestling tonight?"

"Chris Benoit."

"Oh, that should be interesting," the redhead said with a knowing smile.  "Especially given that he and Kurt have been making each other's lives difficult lately."

"You just wait..." the Canadian man said with a smirk.  "I was talking to Chris a little earlier, and he tells me they've got something planned for later in the show.  It should be good..."