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"So after a twist-of-fate, a hurricanrana, and two moonsaults, I finally pin you for the 1-2-3?" I asked Trish.

"Yeah. And next week I think we're gonna have a little backstage cat fight."

I smiled. It's so funny how I'm so close with Trish in real life – but on TV we can't stand each other.

The two of us were in the women's locker room, stretching and discussing our match we were supposed to have later on that night. Just then, the door opened and in walked Jeff.

"Jeffrey! We could've been naked!" Trish scolded.

"Too bad you weren't." Jeff said sadly.

"Come here, you perv." Trish said. Jeff bent down and placed a soft kiss on Trish's lips. "And hey, Li." Jeff said, kissing my forehead.

I smiled.

"Well anyway, I just came to wish you girls good luck in the match."

"Thanks, baby." Trish said.

Jeff gave Trish one more kiss and left.

Trish sighed. "I love that guy." She said dreamily.

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. Let's get down to business. I'm ready to get my ass kicked." Trish said, sighing again.

"Oh, don't worry, it'll be quick." I teased.

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"Oh man, JR! Trish is one tough chick! Lita just gave her a twist-of-fate and she still managed to kick out!" Jerry Lawler cried excitedly.

"She is tough, Jerry. Maybe that's one of the reasons she's Diva of the Decade."

"No, it's 'cause she's hot! Look at those puppies!" Jerry cried with his eyes bulging.

"Ah, well… so is Lita."

"JR! I didn't know you had the hots for Lita!"

"Lita's a very lovely young woman is all I'm saying." JR said innocently.

"Yeah right! Oh man! A hurricanrana!"

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"You did good out there." Matt said as I came through the curtain.

"Thanks." I said, smiling.

Matt walked me down the long white corridors towards my locker room. We were both quiet for a few minutes until Matt broke the silence.

"I miss you, Red." He said softly.

Red… the nickname he gave me years ago after only knowing me for ten minutes. I was his Red, and only he called me that.

"What are you talking about? I'm right here."

"Your body is… but you're spirits gone."

"Matt, you're making it sound like I'm dead." I let out a short amused laugh. We continued walking to my locker room.

"You are." He mumbled.

I shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Amy." Matt said firmly.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Matt never called me Amy… ever. I was Red from the beginning… maybe an occasional 'Lita' or 'Li'… but never Amy.

I turned around slowly. Matt placed his hands on my shoulders.

"You're not the same. You're quiet all the time, you never just wanna hang out… you're all mopey… baby, what's wrong?"

I looked into Matt's eyes. I could tell he was concerned.

Matt moved his hands from my shoulders. He held my face in his hands. He gently caressed my cheek with his thumb.

I sighed. "I'm fine, Matt. Really."

Matt shook his head – I could tell he wasn't buying it.

"I've known you for how many years now? You're one of my best friends. I can tell you're not fine."

I sighed. "Matt –"

"It's Jason, isn't it?"

"What?"

"It's Jason. I knew he couldn't be trusted the moment I saw him."

Matt was right. Jason has this mysterious look – most Hispanic men do – it's what makes him sexy. He's half Puerto Rican and half-Dominican. All his features are dark – his eyes… his short, curly hair. He's about Matt's height… he's very unpredictable, also. You never know what kind of surprises he has in store.

"It's not Jason." I whispered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Matt. I'm happy with Jason… and we love each other very much… and I'm fine. Really, I am. I just have some stuff on my mind."

Matt stood quiet for a few seconds before pulling me close to him. He embraced me in a long hug.

"Promise me something." He whispered.

"Anything." I whispered back.

"If you're ever in trouble… or scared… or just need a friend… call me. Please."

I nodded.

Matt kissed my forehead. "See you later." He said before turning and walking down the hall.

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