Amy sat in the women's locker room, tying her sneakers tight, preparing for her match that she would have that night against a new Diva, Trish Stratus. First, however, she needed to talk to a certain someone about who would be having the 'custody' of her beloved dog, Cody. Standing up and rushing through the arena, she finally reached The Undertaker's locker room. Shaking her head, she knocked on the door.
"Back already?" The Undertaker stood in the doorway of his locker room, dressed already in his wrestling gear - it currently being biker clothing, one of the things that had made Amy trust him. It had made her feel safer, but that had proved to be wrong.
"I want Cody." She said, walking past him and standing in the center of the room, arms across her chest.
"Cody? Cody... Cody... Oh, yeah, the mutt." 'Taker scratched behind his ear. "Sure, you can have it."
"Cody isn't a thing, he's an animal, but thank you. Is he at your hotel?"
"Is that your excuse to go back there?"
"Mark, just give me my dog."
"Fine, fine, he's in the bathroom." The big man said angrily.
Amy walked briskly to the rest room in the locker room, opening the door to see Cody tied to the shower by a leash. She quickly undid him, deciding to ignore her ex and walk right past him and back to the women's locker room.
"Amy, you missed a phone call." The tall, blonde, and long legged Stacy Kiebler informed Lita.
"Who from?" Amy asked, tying Cody's leash to her locker.
"It just said "Adam"." Stacy answered, wrinkling her nose in confusion.
"Oh, I know who that is." Amy smiled, taking her cell phone into her own hands, apparently calling him back.
"You don't have much time to chat, you know." A new voice said, it belonging to Trish Stratus.
"Yeah, I'll be fast." The red head said, her phone up to her ear.
"Hey, is this Amy?" Adam's voice echoed around the locker room, grabbing the other Divas' attention.
"Yeah, I just saw that you called me. What's up?" She smiled as she spoke, noticing how the man on the other line often made her do so.
"I was hoping that we could meet up again soon."
"Yeah, how about Monday? We'll be back in Atlanta then."
"Great, I'll come by to pick you up after RAW."
"Fantastic, I'll see you then. Bye Adam."
"Bye, Ames." Both of their grins could be heard in their voices.
"Ooooh, it looks like Amy has a love interest!" Stacy shouted, surprising everyone.
"Yeah, well I don't talk about you and Test, do I?" Amy playfully asked, sticking her tongue out.
"You better save that tongue for some French kissin' on Monday, girl!" Jacqueline squealed. Amy huffed in return.
"By God, King, Lita's going for it! She's going for it!"
"I can't look, J.R!"
"And what a moonsault! One... Two... Three! Lita with a pinfall victory over Trish Stratus!"
"Wait, what's Undertaker doing out here?"
"He's got Lita by her hair, King! What's going on here!"
"J.R! He just threw Lita into that steel ring post! Somebody has to stop this!"
"Move, King, quick! He's coming this way!"
"Oh, no! A Last Ride to Lita through the commentating table! This is horrible!"
"Here comes Chavo Guerrero, but he's just a bit too late."
"Chavo's no Undertaker, J.R. It looks like he's about to get that proved to him right now!"
"And Eddie makes the save. We need some help for Lita out here right now!"