"Good thing Smackdown is here in Cameron tonight. I could use a good rest." Said Matt to Jeff. The two were in the front seats. Amy decided to sit in the back. She wanted to be alone and plan out her next attack on Stacey. Matt and Jeff hadn't noticed and kept yakking.

            "So have you seen Stacey Keibler around?" suddenly asked Matt, but forgot Amy was with them. He clamped his hand over his mouth. "I ment…."

            "Stacey?" started Amy in a small voice. She held the knife in her hands and fiddled with it. Then hid her anger and began to act very sad of what he said. "Matt, you care about Stacey? I mean, who cares, I'm your girlfriend. I really don't understand you."

            "What do you mean? I was only asking? I mean Stacey was kinda hurt when ya…"

            "Hurt? That girl was mauled. Torn to shreds, by are own Amy." Said Jeff.

            "I know and her next beating will be soon." Mumbled Amy.

            "What did you say?"

            "Oh, I mean if she comes near you, she'll get it." Said Amy. On the way to the stadium it was nothing but silence silence.

            "If that bicth comes near me, I'll-I'll call the cops." Said Stacey placing an ice pack on her forehead. She was in the locker rooms, getting ready for Smackdown that night. She sniffled at the memory of being hit with a chair on the back. "I wonder what Matt had to say about that? Now he really wants to be with me."

            She walked toward the mirror and applied some lipstick on her lips. "Humph, she better stay away from me, or I'll get the Dudelyz to put her through a table." Stacey puckered up her lips. "And then give Matt what he needs. A real woman." Grinning at herself she did'nt notice Amy had walked in.

            Her knife was in a hard grip around her hands, as she stared a hole at Stacey's back. Stacey continued. "A real woman like me."

            "Real? Real my ass." Snapped Amy. Stacey gave a little cry as she heard Amy's voice out of nowhere. She whirled around dropping her lipstick on the floor, "A-Amy you scared me." Stacey's heart skipped a beat as she spotted Amy holding a shiny sharp knife. "W-what d-do y-you want?"

            "I want." She began taking a step closer. "You."

            "Me? Haven't you done enough damage to me?" Stacey took tiny steps back bumping into the wall. She gulped.

            "No."

            "B-but I never ment to kiss Matt, I never ment to hang all over him, I…."

            "Would you please quit your lies? I know you wanted to ruin my life and be with my Matt. He apparently doesn't like you and you seem to not get the message. So I decided to teach you a lesson. Yup, that lesson was on Raw, but you haven't got enough. What you deserve. I need to know, are you going to stay clear of Matt Hardy?" Amy stared at Stacey. Stacey was terrified now.

            "I will! I will! Just don't hurt me!"

            "I don't believe you Stacey." Said Amy walking closer to her, and meddling with the knife with her fingers. Stacey eyes began to water. "Please don't hurt me…."

            "Why do you think Amy wanted us to lock the door?" asked Jeff to Matt. The two stood guard of the girl's locker room, holding the knob. Matt shrugged. "She told me she was going to tell Stacey off, but why dose she wants us to hold the door for that?"

            "Yeah." Then Jeff gasped. "What if, she's going to something bad to Stacey!"

            "No way, man, Amy promised me she was not going to do something stupid." Said Matt. "And besides what would Amy do?"

            "A lot." Said Jeff referring to what happen on Raw.

            Amy raised the knife high in the air, aiming it towards the wailing Stacey Keibler. She was on her knees pleading for her life. "Please don't kill me!"

            "After all the things you had done to me? I don't think so." The suddenly Stacey gave a low blow to Amy and crawled away toward the door, screaming. Amy winced in pain, but had a chance to grab Stacey's feet, pulling her away from her only escape.

            "Why are you doing this!" cried Stacey.

            "You know why! It's your entire fault anyways! You shoulda have stayed away from us. Me and my boyfriend, you manipulate people and I hate your guts!" Amy took the knife and stabbed it in Stacey's leg. Stacey screamed.

            "Hey, whats going on in there?" asked Matt. Jeff put his ear to the door. "Must be a commotion. Or a fight. Matt I told ya that having Amy let us hold the door is bad. I mean, she could be killing Stacey right now."

            "Shut up Jeff, no ones not killing anybody now keep watch."

            "But Matt, wasn't Amy kinda acting strange in the car today? And remember when you were about to take her home the other night?"

            "You have a point…." Trailed off Matt.

            Amy laughed to herself and took one last look at Stacey and slit her throat. Amy got off the woman's body and stared at it for a sec and then at the bloody knife in her hands and then back at Stacey. Amy screamed and dropped the knife on the floor.

            "What have I done? What I have I done?" Amy's clothes were soaked with Stacey's blood. The blood had dripped off the tips of her fingers.

            Amy ran into the shower area to clean up.

            Matt decided enough was enough and began knocking on the door. "Amy? Are you in there?"

            "Won't we just go in and see whats up man" suggested Jeff.

            "Your right." Matt pulled the door open and him and his brother walked in and saw Amy changed in an entirely different wardrobe. She smiled at them, like nothing had happened. Matt and Jeff had exchanged looks.

            "So…how did it go?" asked Matt. He looked around the locker area. Everything was normal. Jeff observed too. Then he asked curiously. "Where's Stacey?" Amy looked around and tried to think of an excuse.

            "Um, Uh…. She was not here." Said Amy, keeping a smile on her face. Matt and Jeff raised their eyebrows. "Wasn't here?"

            "No and I decided to shower up and change."

            "So we watched the door all this time thinking you were handling business with Stacey and all you were doing was getting dress?" said Matt in disbelief.

            "Yeah, I know, sorry but that shower really got to me." She said uneasily "Now why don't we head on out and grab a bite to eat before the show begins?"

            "Fine, but Aims, your acting mighty weird today." Said Matt.

            "Me? Weird? Please." Amy and Matt headed out. Jeff eyed the room suspiciously and left. He was not buying Amy's excuse, one bit.

            To get Matt's mind off Stacey, Amy gave him a kiss on the lips and held his hands. Jeff saw this and then knew something was up. So he went back in the girl's locker room, and into the shower and found Stacey's bloody body, hanging by a rope wrapped around the faucet of the shower. He stopped breathing and backed away.

            "Oh my god….Amy you…" He saw that nearly her whole entire body was stabbed.

            "She stabbed her to death." he whispered and he ran out immediately. Matt and Amy had ended one of their long passionate kisses. They saw that Jeff was breathing hard.

            "What's wrong Jeff?" asked Amy.

            "Nothing." He said forcing a grin upon his face. "Nothing at all."

            "Good, come let's get out of here."

            "Okay."

            Why did she do it? Why? Man, I thought I knew Amy better than that. God. Well I'm keeping my mouth shut. I guess Stacey got what she deserves.

            Jeff followed behind his brother and his friend.

~Fin~