A/N:  Obviously, all characters belong to WWE and themselves.  Characters in this story (for now) are most likely going to be Lita, Chris Jericho, Trish, Christian, Victoria, and a bunch of Raw Superstars. Note that the new roster split taking place on tonight's Raw will *not* effect this story.

PART ONE

The young woman eyed the three people sitting on the couch across the room, an expression of disdain hidden deep within her hazel eyes. Trish Stratus, Chris Irvine, and Jay Reso... the mere thought of the three made her want to vomit. In fact, the image of them talking and laughing amongst themselves was enough for her to lose her appetite. Rolling her eyes with displeasure, she pushed the food in front of her away, tossing her fork to the table. From the opposite side of the table, the raven haired woman raised an eyebrow.

"Amy?" Lisa Marie Varon questioned, a tentative air to her voice as she gazed at Amy Dumas with utmost concern. "Are you alright?" Drawing her eyes up to the other diva, Amy plastered a false grin on her face.

"I'm fine," she replied, her teeth clenched together. "Just lost my appetite all of a sudden, strangely."

Though she thought it a bit odd that Amy had so suddenly decided she wasn't hungry, especially considering the fact that it had been *her* idea to grab a bite to eat in the first place, it was still a possibility that the redhead had simply misjudged her appetite. Wondering what had gotten into her, Lisa kept a close watch on Amy, her dark eyes locking on her as her gaze settled yet again on the blonde Canadians in the back of the room.

She used to be one of them. A few months back, when the storyline involving Trish, Jericho, and Christian first began, and she had *also* been involved, Amy had been one of them. The four of them had gotten so close, and during the duration of the angle formed bonds that could never be broken...

Or so she thought.

Turns out, the second Lita was dropped from the storyline, Amy was dropped from their little clique. According to Chris, the one of the three who had remained friendly with her despite her repeated hints of disdain, it was Amy who distanced herself from the other three, but Amy knew better. Each time the four of them got together, it became more and more apparent that she was becoming a nuisance to them. They didn't want her around, and they made that more and more clear to her with each passing day. Eventually, Amy got fed up with the hints, and she cut herself off. She completely isolated herself from them, opting to watch from a distance as they continued on without her. Amy scowled as her gaze locked on Trish, the lone woman in the group. Though she'd felt betrayed by each of them individually, the redhead knew that the cause of the entire situation was none other than the three time Babe of the Year.

The thought of how much Chris and Jay - especially the latter of the two, who had been harboring a crush on her for months - cared for Trish made Amy want to vomit. All of her hard work, the fifteen months she spent training, and the risk she was taking in just stepping into the ring at all meant nothing to them. Everything was overshadowed by that pretty little bitch. She did all the work, she went through all the grief, and Trish got the attention.

"Ames?" Lisa called suddenly, yet again interrupting the thoughts of the fiery diva. "Are you sure you're alright? Why are you looking at them like that? Are you guys fighting or something?" Laughing softly, Amy shook her head.

"Not at all, Lis," she replied, unable to peel her eyes off of the blonde woman even for just a moment to look at her friend while speaking to her. Lisa edged away from the table, suddenly finding herself very uncomfortable. There was a hunger in Amy's eye as she stared the unknowing diva... a hunger fueled by pure, unsaturated evil. She had never seen such an expression on Amy's face, and to be honest, it was downright frightening. No longer feeling welcome at the small table, Lisa jumped up, shuddering instinctively when Amy turned to regard her.

"I-I just remembered that I'm supposed to... help Nora pick out an outfit for the show," she lied, hoping her phony explanation for her departure was believable enough.

Nodding, Amy waved goodbye, watching as Lisa briskly made her way out of the room. Shaking her head, Amy's gaze managed to linger back to the three Canadians. She rolled her eyes, her tongue ring clicking against her teeth as she pressed the tip of her tongue against her bottom lip. They were so happy together... together without her, that is.

A low, sadistic laugh emitted from the redhead as she glanced at the group, studying each person individually. They were so naive and unassuming to the fact that she was watching them, ogling them like a hawk did its prey. She was going to get them for betraying her. She'd tear them each of them down one by one if she had to. Amy's gaze softened a bit as her hazel orbs locked on Chris Irvine...

He was *just* where she needed to start.