She was kneeling on the floor, rummaging through her bag for an outfit to wear to accompany Adam to the ring, and she was alone in the room.  Dawn Marie and Nidia were nowhere to be found, and she had yet to see either one of them tonight.

She stood up and glanced uneasily toward the closed locker room door, her ears pricked.

There was the sound again.  She could hear a faint rustling on the other side of the door - an almost sort of scratching noise, as though someone were trying to get into the room.  And then, she noticed the handle on the door was being turned.

The redhead's eyes widened as she saw him - Matt Hardy, the nervy son of a bitch, was entering the room as though he owned the place... As though he had a right to be in there, like they were still a couple.  Her eyes narrowed at the sight of him - but just as quickly, they widened with fear, as she noticed the look in his own eyes as he neared.

"Thought you'd get away with all the crap you pulled, did you?" he snapped in a dangerously low voice.

Amy shrank back slightly, her gaze trained warily on him.

"I didn't do anything!" she cried.  "And how dare you barge in here!  I could have been changing, you know..."

Matt shrugged disinterestedly.  "So what?  It's not like I'd see anything I haven't already seen hundreds of times."  He sneered at her, then a cruel smile took form on his otherwise handsome face.  "Amy, I can picture you naked whenever I want to..."

"Shut up!  You make me sick!  Now get out of here!"

"Uh uh...that's not gonna happen..." the dark-haired man said, his brown eyes hard as he continued to glare at her.  He took a few steps closer, and the diva backed up a bit more until her back was against the wall.  Oh, no... Now she would have to side-step him...

"Look...Dawn Marie and Nidia will be here soon, and believe me," Amy spat, "they are not going to take too kindly to your presence here, either... Now get out or I'll just go and report you to Stephanie!"

Matt shook his head.  "I'm real surprise at you, Amy...You disappoint me.  I never would've taken you for a snitch - a bitch, yeah...but not a snitch.  But I guess you showed your true nature two weeks ago, huh?"

The redheaded diva glared at her former boyfriend wordlessly for a beat.  Then, relying on pure instinct, she reached out with both hands quickly, giving him a shove in the chest.  It barely had any results - other than infuriating him even more.

She ducked her head as she tried to run around his left side, but the dark Hardy brother stopped her by grabbing her around the waist.  Amy struggled for a few seconds, but then was surprised even further as Matt shoved her hard into the wall.

The redhead cried out as her back exploded in a sea of pain.  She was on the verge of collapsing to her knees when Matt suddenly reached out again, this time grabbing her by the throat.

Amy's eyes went wide as she stared into her ex-boyfriend's now maniacal face.  Fear laced through her as she wondered where in hell her two brunette friends were.  And where was Adam?  He visited her at the women's locker room quite often, so where was he to rescue her?  And what would Matt do - or try to do to her?  She tried to swallow but could not, as the hand gripping her throat was like a vise.

"Not so tough now, are we?" the man demanded, all traces of amusement and humor completely gone from his face.

The redhead struggled under his grip, grabbing his wrist with both hands in an attempt to free herself.  She was rapidly running out of air, and Matt was not budging.  She had to free herself, had to...

And then, quick as a flash, befor he could do anything to stop it, Amy rammed her knee into his crotch.

"You fucking bitch!  You are going to pay for that!"

The diva coughed as she tried to get some air, and, massaging her throat with one hand, she made a run for the door.

She didn't make it... Matt had her by the waist again, and she tried to scream but couldn't because of what he'd been doing to her a moment before.  All she could manage was a few more coughs.

"I've had it with you, you pathetic little cunt..." he growled menacingly.  "You're gonna learn not to mess with me and Torrie..."  He threw her down to the floor, pinning her in place with his own body.

Amy began to sob hysterically as Matt began tearing at her clothes, pausing only once in his chore to punch her in the face.  Oh, God... At that moment, she wished she were dead.  He was going to rape her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.  No one was going to save her - not Dawn Marie and Nidia, not Rey Mysterio, not Stephanie... Not even Adam...

No one...