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Chapter 3

Samaire was busy packing up her stuff when she heard a knock at her dressing room door. As it opened she saw the faces of Trish and Ashley Massaro.

"Hey girl, ready to go?" asked Ashley.

"Yep in a minute – just gotta finish packing" replied Samaire as she looked at Trish.

"You got fired didn't you – that's why Corey came to see you" snapped Trish.

"Hey, no I didn't actually, I resigned" said Samaire, wondering where this attitude from Trish was coming from.

Samaire turned around and continued to pack as Trish bluntly explained to Ashley what had happened earlier with Stacy. Samaire couldn't understand however Trish's change in attitude towards her.

"Um Ash, could I have a minute with Trish before we go please" asked Samaire.

Ashley gave her a quick questioning look before heading towards the door. "Good on you for smacking Stacy one too – she deserved every bit of it with what she's done" she said as she walked out the door.

"What's that suppose to mean" Samaire asked Trish.

"Don't ask me" Trish replied.

"What's wrong with you – what's with the damn attitude you're giving me"

"You wanna know what's wrong? Corey just dumped me because this deal with you this afternoon and his supposed 'issues' with dealing with it made him realise that he was in a compromising position and felt he needed to become neutral again!"

"What! He dumped you – that's bullshit Trish"

"Yeah tell me about it – it wouldn't have happened if you could control your anger issues either'" she snapped as she glared at Samaire.

"You're blaming me for Corey dumping you? That's not fair and you know it. You must have known the problems that would be associated with sleeping with your boss Trish".

Trish began to cry as she slumped down into the sofa. Samaire walked over and sat next to her and put her arm around her.

"I'm sorry Sam, how am I going to deal with this when you're leaving"

"I'm still your friend even if I'm not here girl, you know that. Now lets go out and forget all this" Samaire replied as she got up.

Trish went to the mirror and cleaned her smudged make-up up.

"Have you seen Adam by any chance this afternoon? I've been calling his mobile but he's not answering" asked Samaire.

"No sorry but we should check his locker room before we go and see if he wants to come with us".

Samaire and Trish headed down towards Adam Copeland's locker room.

Samaire knocked on the door and heard voices mumbling inside, so she opened the door thinking it was just some of the guys having a post-show drink.

"What the hell………………..you bastard" cried Samaire as she saw Adam and Stacy half naked, making out on his couch.

"Samaire babe………………..what the hell are you doing here" blurted out Adam as she shoved Stacy off him and grab his clothes.

"You bastard you've been cheating on me – and with the cheapest whore you could find too, you make me sick" yelled Samaire before proceeding to slap him twice across the face.

Adam recovered from the initial shock and glared at Samaire and at Trish who was still looking in on the room in shock.

"Don't you dare hit me again bitch" he growled as he grabbed Samaire by the wrist.

"Hey, get your hands off me" Samaire screamed as she struggled to break free.

Trish ran over to Samaire who was really struggling to break free from Adam who now had her by her throat pinned up against the wall. It was no use though as he just kicked Trish in the stomach and sent her to the ground in pain.

"What the hell is going on here – hey let her go Adam" yelled Corey as he rushed into the room, having been summoned by a petrified Stacy.

Adam kept his grip on Samaire. "This bitch just hit me" he replied glaring at Samaire.

"Let her go or your fired Adam" replied Corey moving towards them.

Adam glared at Samaire again before shoving her down next to Trish. He walked out of the room without looking back.

"Are you guys alright" asked Corey with a concerned look on his face.

"I'll be fine I think" replied Samaire as she examined the bruise forming around her wrist "but I think Trish needs help" she said as she noticed Trish clutching her mid-section in pain.

Corey picked Trish up in his arms and headed out the door.

"I'm taking both of you to the hospital now" he replied as he carried Trish towards his BMW.

At the Hospital

"What is taking so long" Samaire asked Corey as she paced the hall.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out" he replied as he headed off to find the doctor.

Samaire continued to pace the hall with worry.

"Samaire Davis, is that you?" came a voice from behind her.

"Yeah hi, can I help you" she replied to the stranger, who looked vaguely familiar to her, but she couldn't place the face.

"Sorry, my name is AJ Styles, is everything ok? I noticed Mr McMahon looking a little worried before" AJ replied.

"Oh sorry, AJ of course, um not really. Trish has been seriously hurt we think" she replied, looking in the direction Corey went, with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh god, here sit down" said AJ, putting his arm around Samaire's shoulders and guiding her to a near by seat.

Samaire broke down and told everything that had happened that day – from the horrible match, her resigning to the incident with Adam. AJ just sat there with his arm around her shoulders listening to everything.

As she was finishing Petey Williams came out of the consulting area and over to where they were sitting.

"Hey dude ready to go" he said to AJ.

"Um in a minute Petey" he replied looking with concern at Samaire.

"It's okay, here is Corey anyway, thanks for listening to me blabbing and crying away" Samaire said getting up and wiping her face.

"That's fine, anytime. Look here is my number. Call me and maybe I could get you some work in the indy's and stuff with me" he replied giving her a card.

As AJ and Petey walked out, Samaire turned around to find Corey a mess.

"Oh god Corey, what happened to Trish" she asked, petrified.

"She was pregnant Sam – and she's lost the baby" he replied, tears streaming down his face.

"What!" Samaire replied in shock "I didn't even know – how far was she?"

"I didn't either – I mean I broke up with her – what kind of person does that? She was only 4 weeks but still – why didn't she tell me?" he cried.