Brilliance. Thats what they had been calling it anyhow. The whole business had been raving about the previous' night event. Amy found herself excited with the lot of them. Adam certainly was estastic. He had no problems with making that more than clear to everyone.

The red head watched as he sat calmly spinning the belt with all to the much concentration. He didn't say anything. He never said anything anymore. Ever since the whole ordeal had been made public, he did a good job of putting more and more distance between the pair. She hated him for it. She felt used. She felt dirty. Yet, she never once made it known, not to him and not to anyone. More and more she faded into his shadows. Never had she felt like her standing was so low in the company.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the cold hard wall and closed her eyes. Amy proceeded to glare at the man just feet away from her through closed lashes. The once loved diva, got lost in trace. Her body felt drained. Her mind felt even more so. If it were not for a gentle, but fine hand that rested itself on her shoulder, one might on thought the red head would have fallen asleep.

Her eyes shot open to the right of her in sudden shock. She met his deep brown eyes first as she caught herself trying to read them. They glistened with warmth and care...but then she reconized it has nothing, but pity. Pity she didn't want.

"Are you okay?", John Cena questioned as he found himself feeling awkward as she continued to stare.

Quickly, Amy regained herself as she forced a smile through a clenched jaw,"Just fine.", she put her hand out as the rapper handed her a sheet of paper that read the script for that night.

"Thought we might wanna go over it, ya know?", he cleared his throat and waited for her to review the text in her hands.

Amy's eyes shot quickly over the text as she took it all in. They were then brought to a screeching hault at one certain spot.

'Live Sex Celebration'

After reading what was required of her, she slowly put down the piece of paper on a nearby bench. She then proceeded to stand in the same spot with her arms crossed for several moments. Many thoughts raced through her head. This had to be the farthest the company had ever pushed a sexual scene of any sort.

It was instructed that she was to get into a bed, that was in the middle of the ring, and Adam would be removing her clothes all the way down to practically nothing. There was even a scene where her bra would be unclasped.

It was distasteful, it was trashy, but most of all she found it down right disgusting. It was everything she once told herself she would never offer this company.

She turned herself to John as she faked another smile,"I'll be happy to discuss this with you later."

Amy then turned on her heel harshly as she took of in a speed walk down the hall. It was not gonna happen. It would be changed.

Her tight fist banged on a hard wood door with the steel plate that read,'McMahon'. With no response in less than half a second, she did it again with even more force. The door flew open as she was just preparing herself for a even harder banging.

Vince himself stood in the doorway with a disgruntled look,"...Yes?"

"I'd like to have a discussion with you please, Vince.", she told him while inviting herself in his office and taking a seat as the chairman followed.

The same look had yet to leave the older man's face,"Is something wrong?"

She nodded.

The company owner sat there waiting for her to continue. After several moments, he found that was not going to happen,
"Would you mind telling me the problem?"

Amy wrinkled her nose as if she need not even explain," My segments tonight.", she paused as she looked him dead in the eyes,"I can't do it."

The man's face seemed to finally get it as it relaxed," I see, why not?"

She grunted without thinking before she spoke,"I've never been interested in this kind of stuff. I don't do it."

Vince sighed," And what is it, that you 'do', Amy?"

She couldn't help but find this a very stupid question," I'm a wrestler. That is what I do."

He smiled,"Aw, but Amy. You haven't wrestled a single wrestling match in over a year."

That comment hit a bad nerve with her,"Maybe so", she reasoned,"But I have been cleared for well over two months."

"True, true.", his voice was husky,"I'm gonna be quite frank with you, Amy. You have two major injuries in your career, both of which have taken you down for more than two years combined. After the first injury, you did okay, until you got the title. You didn't make it through one match with the gold and-"

"That's not fair!", the red head sat up ready to jump out of her chair," I didn't even break my neck in a wrestling ring, I-"

"Please, don't interrupt me. You put yourself and others at risk when you get in that ring. Your high flying style has proven to be dangerous. It's the style you've always done and I haven't seen much else from you. Your too old to change your whole way about wrestling and be good at it. In fact, high flying moves for many wrestlers have been restricted for the time being.", he paused to regain his breath,"Were happy with the position we have you in right now. You bring in great heat. I mean, your managing the champion, doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Amy stood up with her arms clenched tightly to her sides as she held back tears," I should be rehearsing right now. If you'll excuse me...", she turned on her heel and tried to look strong as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

The diva came the same slow pace down the hall, until she was sure she was alone and slid down a wall taking a seat.

"So thats it?", she mumbled through closed teeth,"They told me I would wrestle...they..", she let the tears flow. The had been the plan all along. This was why she was still managing. They weren't letting her back into the division. As diva search rejects pulled hair in the ring, she sat watching on the sidelines. It was permanent. The didn't want her wrestling anymore.

Amy wiped the tears away with violence. They were dead wrong. She was good in the ring. She was capable of hanging with the best of them. They would see. She would wrestle again. They would want her to. And her wrestling style? It would not change one bit.

"Watch out everyone.",she whispered to herself,"Lita,'The Extreme Queen' is coming back."

Amy then put on her strongest face and prepared to the worst segment of her career. And she would do it with all the dignity she had.