I'm back already with a brand new chapter! I don't have anything to do today, so I decided to put this chapter in!

BTW, RAW was great on Monday. The highlight for me was K-Fed getting his ass kicked by my baby, Cena. Kevin was talking smack and he couldn't back it up!

Enjoy and happy reading!

Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!

Author's note: nothing new to add at this time!

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One week later...

7/22/06

Monday Night RAW...

The news of Adam 'Edge' Copeland's sudden death sent shockwaves throughout the entire company. Superstars, divas, road agents and production crews were horrified to hear one of their own members of the WWE family being poisoned to death. Even some of his biggest enemies, who hated him because of the controversial 'love triangle' and for becoming an asshole, mourned his sudden loss.

But, just three days after Edge's tearful funeral, many of the employees were even more shocked when they learned Cena was gonna be charged for second degree murder by use of a contaminated substance. And, because he was the prosecutors' number one suspect, the odds were definitely stacked against him.

Immediately, shortly after his first court appearance on Friday, his most loyal fans flocked to the courthouse to show their support for the former WWE champion. Signs of 'Free Cena' and 'Chain Gang Leader is innocent' were just some of the things they did to show Cena some major love. And, in case he did end up getting convicted, some of the fans already has set up online petitions for Cena to get an appeal, even though it cost them a lot of money to do it.

Amy was a different story. Ever since what happened one week ago, she's been getting constant death threats and scathing phone calls from fans to her fellow employers alike. Even some of her closest friends have turned their backs on her; calling her vile names, blaming her for Adam's death, even one of her former friends even threatened to break her neck again if Cena goes to jail. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Monday afternoon was a very tense time for her. She walked inside the building to a whole bunch of hateful glares, harsh whispers and constant 'bitch' bashing. She didn't even bother saying hello to anyone because she knew they will jump down her throat and start bashing her all over again. She didn't wanna risk that so she just kept her head down and kept walking.

But as soon as she got to her locker room, even before she was able to put her hand on the door, someone came up out of nowhere and slapped her silly, on her bruised cheek. Amy was shocked someone would do this so suddenly, but, when she looked up and saw the person who slapped her, her heart sank even further.

"You stupid bitch! You ruined my man's life! You killed Edge, too! You're a tramp!" Trish Stratus, her real life best friend yelled in her face.

Amy couldn't believe this was her best friend talking to her like this. Her one true friend and confidant was blaming her for Edge's death and Cena's incarceration.

"Trish, you know me. You know me. I didn't even know Adam was dead until the doctor told me. I didn't know Cena was actually gonna get arrested, too. Please, believe me. You're my best friend!" Amy sobbed.

"Correction. Former best friend. You lost my love and respect when Edge died and my boyfriend got arrested. If Cena gets convicted and go to prison for something he didn't do, I'm personally gonna hold you responsible for everything! I'll even have you kicked out of the company for what you did!" Trish boomed. Then she reached up and slapped her harshly again before she stormed off in disgust.

"Trish, wait! Please, don't do this to me! I need you!" Amy screamed out.

"Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even think about me! As far as I'm concerned, I have no best friend anymore!" Trish yelled as she continued walking down the hallway.

Holding her face in her hand, Amy looked at her best friend with her eyes wide open. She couldn't believe it. This was not Trish who just talked her nastily and then slapped her with such brute force twice. Then she said she was gonna hold Amy responsible for Cena's arrest and Adam's death. How could she just stand there and say something like that? How could she even just stand there and glare at her? How could she just hate her?

Amy couldn't think about that. Her head was spinning way out of control. When she looked up, everyone had either turned their backs from her again or whispering nasty things about her. Lowering her head in defeat, she pushed the door open and walked inside her locker room, tears streaming down her red stained face.

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5 minutes later...

Vince's office...

"Vince, honey, what are we gonna do about Amy?" Linda McMahon, his wife and the CEO of the company asked as she watched her husband watching the midday news.

"I don't know, sweetheart. I'm thinking about firing her," he admitted.

"Fire her? Fire Amy? Don't you think that's a little extreme?"

"Let's face it: she could've prevented Edge from getting killed. She should've stopped Cena from attempting to hurt him. I know that Cena just wanted to hurt him for screwing him again. And I know for a fact Cena's being framed for Adam's death. Someone's out to get him. That's why I got him the best criminal defense attorney in the country. I will get him out!" he exclaimed.

"But, honey, firing Amy for something she didn't know about until she was at the hospital almost an hour later? Isn't that a little extreme? I mean, the way I see it is, she's just as innocent as Cena is," she asked softly.

"I don't know, Linda. I mean, this is something I have been thinking about for quite some time. I'm thinking about letting her go if Cena get convicted. I'm thinking about giving her the boot since Adam's dead," he admitted.

"Honey, we should give her the benefit of the doubt. She's already hurting. Everyone, including the fans and her closest friends has turned their backs on her. I think she needs some support from us," Linda suggested. She had her hands on his broad shoulders gently.

Vince sighed deeply. "I'll think about it, sweetheart. But, I'm not gonna promise you anything. I'll leave her alone for now, okay?"

"Okay." she leaned down and kissed his cheek.

But, he knew what he had to do. He knew he had to let Amy go, one way or another, in order to help the others along the way. Vince hoped and prayed he won't get hated for this later on.

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Meanwhile...

Back in Amy's locker room...

Sobbing hysterically, Amy was laying down on the sofa and held herself because the pain was too much for her to take. She lost her friends, she completely lost her fans and, pretty soon, she could end up losing her job, too.

Her head was hurting and her whole body was shaking. She pulled the covers up over her body so she could keep warm. More tears started falling from her eyes as the memories of what happened kept playing in her mind. Trish, her best friend, who was like a sister, had betrayed her in the worst way possible. And it hurt badly. Real badly.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, more like banging on it. Amy was in no mood to see anyone at this time. She pulled the covers over her head and covered her ears with her hands.

"Leave me alone! Whoever it is, go away!" she screamed. But, whoever was banging on the door wasn't gonna let up anytime soon. Finally, she threw the covers away from her fully clothed body, got up from the sofa and headed for the door in a hostile stride.

"Look, I said to leave me alone! Do I have to say it again?" she scolded as she opened the door. But, as soon as she was about to say it again, the person who was banging on the door pulled his arm back and punched her dead in her face and knocked her down on the floor.

"What the..." she stammered, holding her face with her hand. By the time she looked up, the man had closed the door and locked it.

"Look, you don't go and just punch me because I told you to leave me alone. What the hell is your problem?" she scolded as she slowly began to get up.

When the man just stood there for a moment in silence, she froze. She was beginning to get scared of him and his taunting presence. He wasn't no scrawny man and his muscles looked like they were about to pop out of his shirt.

"Well, who are you and why are you here?" she asked sternly.

"You know why I'm here, Amy," he said, then he laughed like he was a maniac.

"Wait...how do you know my name? Who the hell are you?" she asked, looking terrified.

He turned around and looked at her with his cold blue eyes. Amy just wanted to jump out a window, commit suicide, fly into a river, cut herself; just something to keep her from looking at the man who had haunted her dreams night after night. All she could think about (and dream about) was their little heated altercation in the parking lot. She tried so hard to forget she was 'Misty', the reluctant stripper who was just trying to make some money so she could go down to Mexico City and train. To become a professional wrestler.

"Hello, Misty," he said sarcastically, using her old stripper name. "Did you miss me, baby girl?"

"H-how did you know I became a wrestler?" Amy stammered. She tensed up when he started to approach her.

"Simple. I watch you all the time. Wherever you go, whatever you do, I watch you. Everyday. And I must admit, you look even better than when you had on your tiny boy shorts and matching bikini top." he reached over and traced her face with his finger, but she managed to pull away.

"Don't be like that," he whispered against her ear.

"Look, Kenny, I don't know what you want from me or what you came here for, but you need to leave me alone. I never had anything with you and I'm not about to start now," she scolded.

He grabbed her sore arm and yanked her towards him. "Ah, you see, that's where you're wrong, baby girl. Even when you started talking shit at me back in the parking lot, I still wanted you. But, no, you had to go and become a fucking wrestler. I hate women who look after themselves and make more money than me. Why don't you let a man take care of you?"

"Because I don't need a man to take care of me! I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Now get out of here!" she yelled in his face.

He didn't like the tone of her voice. He raised his hand up and slapped her across her face, knocking her down again.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again, you hear me? You belong to me now!" Kenny yelled.

Amy was shocked. "What did you say?"

He smirked. "I said you belong to me now, Misty. Since I know you're gonna lose your job here, you need a man to take care of you. And I'm the only one who can do that."

"You're crazy!" she screeched.

He reached down and grabbed her by her long red hair. Then he yanked her up off the floor and pulled her against his hard body.

"Don't you ever call me crazy again, you understand? I may be a lot of things, but crazy isn't one of them, all right?" he hissed at her.

"Let me go!" she screamed.

But he didn't budge. He just threw her on the sofa. Everything else didn't matter at this point.

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