Adam and Amy were sitting on the black leather couch in front of the TV monitor, and they looked very cozy and more friendly than he'd ever seen them - and, after the kiss the redhead had given the tall Canadian out in the ring following his victory over Chris Benoit, all he could think was that it was about damn time.

The pair seemed completely unaware of his presence as Rey strolled across the room to his locker to retrieve the mask that went with his outfit.

"Hey, man," Adam said, glancing over at the small grappler, a smile on his face as he kept an arm around the woman beside him.

Mysterio was surprised - so they, or at least the blond man, had been aware of his presence.  "I hear you're getting a shot at Lesnar and the WWE title tonight..."

"Yeah," Rey replied as he tied the laces on the back of his mask.  "That's what Stephanie told me earlier...should be good."  He grinned, although the couple couldn't see it now that his headgear was in place.  "By the way - that was really something before," he quipped, and Amy blushed shyly, knowing he was referring to what she knew would forever be known as "The Kiss."

"I thought I was gonna have to take it upon myself to literally push you two together," he joked.  "Damn - I mean, how obvious can two people be about being into each other?"  His white contact lens-covered brown eyes shifted to the television screen.

Dawn Marie was making her way, not to the ring, but to the wading pool that had been set up for the 'Trick or Treat' match in which she'd been scheduled to face Torrie.

"Poor girl," the tiny young man said, shaking his head.  He'd seen Dawn training in the ring before shows, and he could see all the potential she possessed.  Why was it the company was persisting in keeping her for gimmick and joke matches like this?

"I know," Amy said sadly, shaking her head as she glanced from the young man's eyes back to her friend on the screen.  "Dawn Marie works so hard and yet..."  She gestured to the TV monitor, where the brunette was standing in her skimpy costume.

"Jeez...I wonder what Torrie's wearing?" Adam remarked, and the three of them got their answer, as a moment later, the blonde's entrance music blared throughout the arena.

Amy thought it a shame that the bitchy diva walked down the ramp to Lillian Garcia's beautiful, melodious vocals.  She guessed Torrie would only be walking out to Matt's music when she was actually accompanying him - much like as had been the case when Team Xtreme had been intact.

"What an insult to Xena..." the redhead muttered as Torrie suddenly appeared, walking briskly down the entry ramp.  The blonde was dressed as the Warrior Princess - a costume that certainly didn't suit her.  She scowled at the fact that Dawn Marie had been made to dress like a stripper for a bachelor party while Torrie got to hold her head up high dressed like a mythical superhero character.

She also found herself feeling relieved that she'd been allowed to choose her own costume.  She shuddered to think what her fate might have been had she been one-hundred percent.

The three wrestlers groaned as they watched the 'match,' all of them alternating cheers for Dawn Marie every time she got the upper hand - which, unfortunately, wasn't very often.  However, the brunette did manage to hit Torrie pretty solidly in the face once, and the angry expression on Dawn's face told Amy that this was the shot her friend had promised to give the blonde - for her.

"Oh, that punch was definitely for me!" the redhead cried.  "Dawn promised she was going to give it to her because she's convinced Torrie put Matt up to..."  She didn't finish her sentence, for she didn't have to.

"Aw, man!" Mysterio exclaimed, raising both hands to his head.  "Why does that bimbo always get one up on Dawn Marie?"

"It's the script," Adam said, shaking his head.  "Don't you get it, Rey?  Torrie is the darling of the SmackDown brand..."  His handsome face took on a disgusted look.  "Yeah, right..."  Then, meeting Amy's hazel eyes, he grinned.  "That's all gonna change - effective immediately - you're the real darling..."

The redhead gave him a gentle smile as she squeezed his hand, which was clasped in hers.

The tall blond man leaned slightly over, placing his lips on the diva's and kissing her.  Amy's free hand went up to his head, her fingers curling into his mass of long hair, and their kiss grew more passionate.

"All right, all right!" Rey cried.  "I can take a hint, you guys!"

With that, the short man laughed as he stepped over to the door.  His soft laughter trailed behind him as he left.