Okay, already! Stephanie thought as their kiss seemed to go on forever.  Her annoyance dissipated when Jay finally lifted his head from Trish's, and she watched Trish enter the room, and only then did Jay turn to walk the opposite way down the hall.

Stephanie sighed, glad that neither of them had seen her.  She stalked closer to the room into which Trish had just disappeared, pausing for a moment.  Then she continued walking the length of the hall, glad that the immediate area was deserted.  She hoped Amy would happen by at any moment.

She got her wish.  Amy suddenly appeared, her hair still damp from her recent "shower," clad in the same clothes she'd worn to ringside for Adam's match.

Stephanie's face broadened into a grin as she gently fingered the object she had concealed in the right pocket of her brown leather jacket.

Amy was still several yards from her locker room when she suddenly noticed Stephanie McMahon, who was grinning, heading toward her.  Despite the smile, something about the other woman's facial expression unnerved her.

"Why, hello, Amy..." she suddenly spoke.  The voice chilled Amy to the bone.

Amy didn't respond and tried to walk faster.  However, as she was about to pass, Stephanie suddenly sprang out and grabbed her by the arm.  Amy was shocked by the surprising force of the grip.  "Let me go!" she cried.

"Oh, no," Stephanie hissed, moving her face closer to Amy's.  "Not a chance...you're coming with me, bitch..."  She moved her free hand slightly out of her jacket pocket.

Amy's eyes widened with fright and shock when she caught sight of the gun.

"...Do we understand each other?" Steph demanded, her tone still dangerously low.

Too scared to speak, Amy nodded, her eyes still wide.  Stephanie tightened her grip on her upper arm, her nails digging into Amy's flesh.  Wincing, Amy let out a soft whimper of pain.

"Then, let's move..."  Steph released her grip on the other woman's arm but linked her own arm with Amy's.  "...That's it," she said, a fake smile plastered on her pretty face.  "We're just two girlfriends spending some quality time together..."

Amy felt as if she were in a daze as Stephanie forced her outside of the arena and into the parking lot.  She shivered at the sensation of the chilly February air against her, as Stephanie had not allowed her to get a jacket.

Oh, God...Adam, save me! she thought.

As they approached a waiting black limosine, Amy suddenly felt a stirring of hope.  Maybe she could get out of the door on her side and make a run for it.

"Get in," Stephanie demanded in a whisper.  Then, as if reading Amy's thoughts, she added, "And don't try anything funny, like going out that door."  She positioned the nozzle of the gun in her pocket between Amy's shoulder blades.

Amy glanced nervously at her, then did as she was told.  She fleetingly thought of alerting the chauffer, but soon realized that wouldn't work.  As Stephanie got in after her, ordering the driver to take them back to the hotel, she immediately pushed a privacy button after speaking to him.

"That's just so the chauffer won't hear our little girl talk and butt in on our business."

Amy swallowed hard.  The driver couldn't hear them, no matter how loud she might scream.  She stared at Stephanie nervously, her mouth dry as ashes.

When she was finally able to find her voice, she asked, "Wh-why are you doing this, Stephanie?"

"Why? Why?!"  Stephanie laughed maniacally, then stopped as she glared at Amy, a cold gleam in her blue eyes.  "That's a pretty stupid question."

Amy didn't reply, shrinking slightly back against her side of the seat.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Steph said.  Braver now that nobody could see or hear them, she removed the .38 Special from her pocket.  She brandished it out at the other woman.  Aiming the weapon at her, Steph said calmly, "You know, I should really just shoot you now for asking such a dumb question."  She glanced quickly out the window, placing the gun back in her pocket.  Then, turning back toward Amy, she smiled.  "Oh, look, we're here...come on, we're getting ourselves our very own new, private room."

Amy shook slightly, only partly from the cold, as she regarded her captor.  All of this felt like a bad dream.  It felt as if any moment, she would wake up, open her eyes and see Adam laying beside her in their hotel room bed.  What was Stephanie going to do?  Kill her?  She felt tears burning under her eyelids but didn't allow them freedom.

Stephanie linked her arm through Amy's as they got out of the limo and made their way into the hotel.  She was glad to see no familiar faces.  She marched Amy up to the registration desk and demanded, "We need a room right away."

The clerk, a middle-aged man with near-black hair, was startled because he recognized them.  "But miss...don't you already have rooms?"

"We got into fights with our boyfriends and haven't yet resolved things," Stephanie declared quickly, not even blinking as an explanation so instantly came to her.  "We need some time away from them for now...a room, please...preferably something away from other people."

The clerk nodded.  "Yes, right away..."  He wrote something down in a book and located a set of keys, handing them to her.

"Thank you."

Amy nearly cried out as Stephanie jerked her by her arm toward the stairwell.  She again thought of Adam - by now, he must have realized she was missing and wondered what had happened to her.  She hoped that somehow, he would find her - and rescue her.

*

Adam knocked on the door to Amy's locker room down the hall from his own, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.  After a moment, the door opened and Trish peered out at him.

"Hi, Adam..."

"Hi, Trish...Is Amy ready yet?"

Trish's smile disappeared and a look of confusion replaced it.  "She's not here," she said.

Adam frowned.  "Not here?  But she just left my locker room a few minutes ago to change her clothes."

"She's not here, Adam...I haven't even seen her since she left for your match."

"Can I come in, Trish?"

"Sure."  She stepped aside to allow him entrance into the room.

Adam surveyed the room, turning circles.  He pushed his long blond hair back and glanced around in confusion.  "Her stuff is all still here," he noted.  He spotted her jacket still slung over the back of a chair.  He glanced back over at Trish, who was looking at him with concern.  "Her jacket is still here, so she wouldn't have just left the arena."

"I'm sure she's probably around somewhere," Trish finally said as she attempted to smile.  She thought something was weird, though, because Amy would always return to their locker room and not run around the arena to gossip with all the wrestlers.  "Maybe she's visiting Matt and Jeff," she offered.

"Good point," Adam said.  "I bet she did go to visit them.  Catch you later, Trish."  He trotted toward the door and left, heading toward the Hardys' locker room.

Five minutes later, he was disappointed as he left the brothers' room.  Amy had not been there at all.

*

Stephanie finished tying Amy to a chair in the hotel room, satisfied after she tested the security of the rope she'd kept hidden in one of her bags.  "There...that should do it," she said, then straightened up.

Amy stared up at her fearfully, her arms tied behind her back, ankles tied together.  "Please," she begged.  "You can't do this, Stephanie!"

"Like hell I can't!" Steph yelled, bending down and coming eye-to-eye with Amy.  "Shut up," she ordered, lowering her voice to a loud whisper.  "Let me tell you right now that if you scream at any time while you're here, you'll be sorry."  She retrieved her gun from on top of the desk between the two Queen-size beds and showed it to her.

Amy bit her lip, stifling whimpers of fright and frustration.

"You know why I'm doing this, Amy," Stephanie insisted.  "But let me tell you anyway..."  She began to pace the area in front of Amy's chair, back-and-forth, back-and-forth.  "You see, once upon a time - actually, three years ago, I had a little something with Adam Copeland.  We kept an eye on one another for awhile, flirted a little, until I finally asked him out.  He accepted, and he picked me up at my parents' mansion in Stamford, Connecticut for our date.  He liked me a lot.  He told me he had never been so flattered before than he was when I asked him out.  He made himself so beautiful for me that night..."  She smiled as she remembered him standing in the doorway as she'd been coming down the stairs to meet him.

"...He told me how gorgeous I looked," she continued, by now seeming completely unaware of Amy.  "He had a bouquet of pink and white roses for me.  What a sweetheart.  We went out to a fancy restaurant for dinner, and we were supposed to go to a movie afterward, but we just sat and talked instead."

Amy's eyes never left Stephanie as she spoke, tears running in salty tracks down her cheeks.  She didn't want to hear any more of this.

"When we were back in his car and he was going to take me home, I made Adam an offer," Stephanie said.  "I invited him in to spend the night...I was so alluring and so charming...I promised him a night he would never forget.  I told him all the things I wanted to do with him - to him."

Amy stared at the other woman as she reminisced.  She sobbed silently, fearing that Stephanie would snap at any moment and turn on her.  What if she suddenly decided to get physical, even though she was tied helplessly to a chair?  She feared for the baby inside her.

Stephanie stopped her pacing and stood directly in front of Amy, her eyes boring into her.  "I told him I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him...I said I wanted to have his baby.  And then you suddenly came on the scene and that was it!"  Her expression turned furious.  "You took Adam from me!"

"No, I didn't!" Amy protested in despair.  "You only went on one date with him - one date!"

Quick as a flash, Stephanie reached over and slapped her sharply across her left cheek.  Amy's head was rocked back by the force of the blow, and her cheek reddened.  Her sobs became audible as she bowed her head, now refusing to look at the other woman.

"Shut up!"  Stephanie shouted.  "I said shut up!!  Godamnit, do you know how much I hate you?  You're nothing but a tramp!  If it wasn't for you, I would still have Adam!"

Amy closed her eyes, her head suddenly spinning with Stephanie's madness.  The girl was completely delusional.  As long as she'd known Adam, and long before they'd become a couple, she'd never known him to even speak two words to Stephanie McMahon.

*

Adam searched the hallway for Amy, but to no avail.  He knocked on several locker room doors with the same result - like Matt and Jeff Hardy, no one had seen Amy since Adam's match.

Adam was worried. Where was she?  He returned to the locker room she'd been sharing with Trish and was surprised to see the door already open, the petite blonde glancing out at the hallway in concern as she stood in the doorway.  She looked up as Adam approached.

"Still no sign of Amy?" she asked.

"No...I asked around and no one's seen her," he said.

Trish stared into his eyes fearfully, knowing instintively that something was very wrong.

"Trish," Adam said, "I'm worried."

"So am I...I...packed up her things already," she added.  "Maybe you should take them back to the hotel."

"Where the fuck is she?!" Adam shouted.  "Where can she be?"

Trish didn't reply as he entered the room past her and gathered up Amy's bag and jacket.  She knew as well as Adam did that whatever happened to Amy, it was something sinister.

*

Stephanie lifted another object out from her suitcase as Amy watched from her chair-prison. She tested the ropes that bound her wrists together, praying they might be loose.

Her eyes widened as her tormentor straightened up and approached her.  Stephanie had put aside her gun, which now lay forgotten for a moment, in favor of a gleaming butcher knife.

Oh, my God! Amy thought as she stared at the object, her eyes never leaving it.  Her heart thudded like a jackhammer in her chest.

Stephanie laughed.  "What's the matter, Amy?  Where's the tough broad everyone knows and loves?  Where's the high-flying daredevil girl now?" she taunted.

Amy began to cry again.  "Stephanie, please," she pleaded in a soft voice.  "Please don't hurt me or my baby..."

Dropping the knife on the table, Steph grabbed her gun again.  She aimed it directly at Amy's head.  "Don't you ever talk to me about your baby again!  Do you think I care about your baby?!"

Amy's sobs became choked hiccups.  She stared at the other woman in despair.  How was she going to get out of this alive?

"You never should have gotten pregnant with Adam's baby in the first place!" Steph yelled.  "The only woman he should be sleeping with is me! I should be having his baby!  There has always been something special between us, and-"

Amy's terror quickly turning into rage, she interrupted the manic speech.  "There is nothing between you and Adam!" she shouted.  "Nothing!  There never has been and there never will be, so give it up!  He hates you!  Do you understand that?  Hates you!"

Stephanie glared at Amy in shocked disbelief for a moment, then reached out and slapped her hard across the face again.

Amy spat on her angrily, catching Steph's left cheek.  "He is not your boyfriend - he's mine, Stephanie!  No matter what sick, twisted ideas you have, that is reality!"

Stephanie wiped the spit off her face, then hit Amy again, only this time with the butt of the .38.  As the cold, hard steel struck Amy's temple, she felt herself suddenly blacking out.

*

Adam paced the length of his hotel room furiously.  He was waiting for the head of the arena security department to get back to him, as he had explained his situation to the man - that his girlfriend, who was a wrestler and who had accompanied him to the ring for his match earlier that night, had gone missing.

Jay and Trish had gone with him when he'd made the report, and had offered to sit with him while he waited for the call, but he'd insisted he just wanted to be alone.  They'd left him reluctantly, and now, here he was.

The sudden ringing of his cell phone made him jump.  He reached over for the phone and answered it frantically.

"Hello?"

"Hello...Mr. Copeland?  This is Dan Witherspoon getting back to you...We haven't heard or seen anything regarding your girlfriend here at the arena."

Adam cursed mentally.  Aloud, he said, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure...she isn't here."

"Thanks," he said, then pushed the button to end the call.  He was angry and worried simultaneously.  Where the hell could she be?

All of a sudden, Adam thought of Chris Irvine.  He recalled how furious Chris had been when he'd walked into that room while he'd been holding Stephanie McMahon up off the floor by her throat, pinning her violently against the wall.  Chris had always been a friend, but was it possible that he could be mad enough at Adam so as to physically attack his girlfriend in retaliation?  Adam didn't want to believe it, but at this point, he was desperate and could believe almost anything.

He fled out of hotel room and rushed down the hall to the room he knew to be Chris and Stephanie's.  He banged relentlessly on the door.

"Alright, already!  Keep your pants on!" he heard Chris cry from beyond.

When the door opened, Adam surprised the other man by instantly grabbing him by the front of his shirt, his right hand clenched into a fist and poised to strike.

"What the-"

"Alright, where the hell is she?!" Adam yelled, cutting off his words.

"What the hell are you talking about?  Where is who?!"

"Amy!  What the fuck have you done with her?"

Chris pulled away from Adam as he glared up at him with his crystal-blue eyes.  "You know what?  I'm getting sick and fucking tired of guys coming to my room and threatening me!  Okay, maybe I deserved it from Paul Levesque, since I was seeing his financee - but I haven't done anything with or to Amy, so back off, Adam!"

Adam stared at Chris.  He seemed to be telling the truth.  After a moment, he calmed down a bit and said, "I'm sorry, Chris."

"Amy's missing?  That's odd, because I haven't seen Steph all night..."

Adam frowned as a horrifying thought suddenly occurred to him at Chris' words.  Amy was missing, and Stephanie McMahon's boyfriend claimed to have not seen her all night?  Without another word to the other man, he abruptly turned around and made a mad dash for the stairwell. Oh, shit!

He rushed to the front desk and called to the man behind it.  "Excuse me," Adam said.  "Have you seen my girlfriend?  She's five-seven, long red hair, hazel eyes..."

The man nodded.  "She and another woman came in about an hour ago and got a new room..."

"Another woman?" Adam questioned frantically.  "Who was she?"

The clerk noted the worried expression on the young man's face.  "She's with the Wrestling Federation, like you and your girlfriend are...tall, long dark hair, blue eyes...attractive."

Stephanie! Adam thought with horror.  "Can you tell me what room they're in?"

"I don't know if I should," the man said.  "The brunette said that she and the other girl had fights with you and her boyfriend and wanted some time away from the both of you."

"Damn it!" Adam spat, restraining himself from reaching over the desk and grabbing the man by the lapels of his blazer.  "She was lying - my girlfriend and I did not have a fight!"

The clerk considered Adam's request but then made up his mind.  "I don't think I should give you the room number, out of the women's privacy, sir...but I will give you the phone number, if you wish."

"Yes, please do," Adam said angrily.  He was pissed.

In a moment, the man handed a small piece of paper to him with a number on it.  After he briefly thanked him, Adam turned on his heel and rushed back up to his room.  Once there, he instantly took out his cell phone and dialed.

"Hello?"

Adam hesitated as he recognized the voice of Stephanie McMahon.  She sounded annoyed, as if he had intruded upon something.  After a moment, he spoke.

"Stephanie, what the fuck are you up to?!" he demanded furiously.  "What have you done with Amy?"

He heard her throaty laugh before she spoke again.  "Why, Adam...good to hear from you.  Don't worry - Amy and I are just having a little fun - you know, girl stuff.  But you're welcome to join the party."

"I'm warning you - if you do anything to hurt her-"

"Get over here, Adam," Stephanie demanded, her voice reduced to a hiss.  "If you want your precious Amy, you'll have to get your beautiful ass over here.  We're in room 567 - and I'm warning you - don't try anything funny."

Without replying, Adam pressed the call button to end the connection.  He was furious and wished he'd used the regular phone so he could have slammed the receiver down into Stephanie's ear.  "Damn!" he yelled.  He fled the room and took the stairs up two flights to the fifth floor - he was on his way to Amy.

*

Amy suddenly roused back to consciousness, her head resting limply on her left shoulder.  As she opened her eyes, she winced.  She had a dull headache, and felt funny.  As she suddenly caught sight of Stephanie McMahon hanging up the phone by the bedside table, she cringed.

She realized she'd been unconscious for awhile, as the last thing she remembered was Stephanie getting angry at her and striking her on the temple with the butt of her pistol.  She wondered what Stephanie was up to now, and with whom she had just been speaking on the phone.

"Oh, you're awake," she heard the other woman say as her vision swam.  She tried to focus on Stephanie, but everything around her looked blurry.  Her vision was doubled, and she saw two women standing before her, leaning over to look her in the face.

"Guess what?" Stephanie said.  "Adam is coming over to join in our little fun."

Amy shook her head, partly to rouse herself, and partly from disbelief over the words she'd just heard.  Adam was really coming to save her?  Was he who Steph had just been talking to?

As these thoughts whirled through Amy's mind, she became aware of a sudden knocking at the door, then heard his voice.  She hadn't imagined what Stephanie had said after all.

"Amy!  Amy, are you in there?"

"Adam..." Amy mumbled.  Her voice was so soft because of her wooziness that even she could hardly hear it.

Stephanie calmly strolled over to the door and opened it, her gun at her side and hidden away.

Adam quickly pushed past her and stormed into the room.  "What the hell-"  He cut his own words off as he took in the scene.  Amy was sitting in the middle of the room in a chair, rope tied around her, her arms behind her back and ankles secured.  Her head tilted toward one shoulder, and she looked like she was falling asleep.

"Amy!  My God, did she hurt you?"  He rushed to her and immediately tried to untie her.

"Not so fast, Adam," Stephanie said.  She had shut the door behind him, and now she stood several feet away, legs spread in a defensive stance, the gun in both hand and trained on him.  He gaped at her in disbelief.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Adam demanded.  "Are you crazy?!"

Stephanie stepped closer, her eyes never wavering from him.  "Get away from her," she ordered.  "Now!"

Although he was enraged to the point that he might snap at any second, Adam obeyed her.  He reluctantly moved a few feet away from Amy and stared into Stephanie's eyes, his hatred for her more intense than ever.

Neither of them spoke.  Stephanie still held the gun and aimed it at him, and they engaged in a staring contest for several long minutes.

"A-Adam?"  Amy roused again, and she gazed at him frantically, relief in her eyes for a moment before a look of terror replaced it.  "Adam!"

Adam glanced from Stephanie McMahon to Amy, whose eyes had filled with unshed tears.  "Amy...Are you okay?"

"I'm scared, Adam...she's crazy!"

Stephanie instantly shifted the gun from Adam to Amy, her eyes widened in her fury.  "Shut up!" she demanded.

Amy ignored her and spoke again.  "She hit me in the head with the gun, Adam...I blacked out for awhile..."

"I said shut up!" Stephanie yelled, her pulse throbbing in her temples.  She turned toward Adam again, noting the expression of pure hatred on his face.  He looked angry enough to kill her.

"You sick, demented bitch!" Adam shouted.  "If you touch her again, I'll kill you..."

"What happened to us, Adam?"  Stephanie's demeanor instantly changed from rage to longing.  The expression on her face transformed to one of wistfulness along with the sudden change of attitude.  "We liked each other a lot...we could have had it all."

"Listen to me, and listen good," Adam spat.  "You and I - we went on one date, and that was three years ago.  There was never anything between us.  You have this sick obsession with me, and it's coming to a stop now."  He reached his right hand out toward her.  "Give me that gun, Stephanie..."

She stared at him reproachfully, wordlessly for a moment.  Finally, she shook her head.  "No...I don't want to."  She looked and sounded like a child being admonished by a parent.  She held the gun up and aimed it at him.  "Don't make me hurt you, Adam...I don't ever want to hurt you."

Adam's eyes widened as he became even more enraged.  "Give me the fucking gun," he said in a low voice.  He began inching closer to her, not worried about being shot.

"Adam, no!" Amy shouted.

Before Adam reached Stephanie, she suddenly spun on her heel and trained the gun on Amy, who turned her head away and shut her eyes tightly.  This was it, this was how it was going to end.  Stephanie was going to shoot her, right in front of Adam.

It didn't happen.  Adam suddenly sprang upon Steph, spearing her right into the wall.  Amazingly, the gun didn't drop from her hand.  She raised her right arm above her head, the .38 still clutched in her fingers.  Stephanie gasped and cried out as Adam drove her into the wall, his body pressed tightly against hers.

As Amy watched in shock, Stephanie McMahon fell on her back to the floor, Adam on top of her.  Stephanie was surprisingly strong as Adam tried to wrestle the gun out of her hand.  "No!" she shouted.  They rolled over and over on the floor as Adam pried at her fingers, which refused to give.

Amy's eyes widened, and she feared the worst - that Adam would get shot in the fracas. Oh, God...

Adam managed to roll Stephanie onto her stomach, and the young woman screamed and tried her best to kick her legs, but Adam had her pinned.  Placing one knee against the small of her back, he wrested the gun out of her hand as she continuted to scream.

Adam grabbed Stephanie by her arm and forced her up to stand.  He pushed her against the wall once more, so that her face was pressed to it, gripping her arm in a hammer lock.  Stephanie whimpered with fright and frustration.  When Adam turned her around to face him, she stared fearfully into his eyes, which burned with anger.  She winced as his grip tightened.

"Get over there and untie her," Adam ordered as he held the gun aimed at Steph.

Stephanie did as she was told, and she began to cry as she untied Amy.  After she had her free, Steph was sobbing freely and allowed herself to fall to the floor.  She clutched the side of the chair and lay her head against it.

Adam's eyes didn't waver away from Stephanie's crumpled form as he hugged Amy tightly with his free arm.  She clung to him tightly.  "Call the front desk and tell them to get hotel security," he told her a moment later.  Amy instantly went to the phone and dialed.  She spoke to the clerk and explained what had happened.

Adam continued to hold the gun out at Stephanie, sure that she might try anything in the blink of an eye.  He had seen how unpredictable and dangerous she could be, and although it appeared she would try nothing more, he preferred to be safe rather than sorry.

*

Word of Stephanie McMahon's kidnapping of Amy Dumas spread throughout the WWF roster like wildfire, despite the McMahons' attempts to keep everything quiet.  Chris Irvine was affected the most by the news.  He was heartbroken upon hearing the news, as he had lost his girlfriend.

Mr. McMahon had Stephanie put in a facilty where she could get the help she needed.  He had been either in complete denial or shock upon hearing the vicious acts his little girl had committed.  In his mind, Stephanie couldn't possibly be capable of such things.

Immediately after the incident, Amy had gone to another doctor to get checked out.  She knew instinctively that everything was all right and still normal, but she wanted to make absolutely sure.  To Adam's and her relief, everything was fine.  Life was quickly going back to normal for all those involved and not involved in the nightmarish incident.

*

The following week, Phoenix, Arizona, RAW is War

Adam was nervous but excited at the same time as he sat in the locker room waiting for his time to appear.  He periodically checked his watch, as he was wearing his street clothes tonight.  He didn't have a match scheduled until tomorrow's SmackDown taping.

"Hey, calm down, man," Jay said as he slapped a friendly hand against Adam's shoulder.  "Everything'll be fine."

"I know," he replied.  "I'm just anxious, that's all."

Jay chuckled.  "Well, that's only natural."

Adam glanced at his watch for what he thought had to be the hundredth time in the past half-hour.  "It's almost time," he said.  "I'd better go meet Amy now."

"Okay," Jay said.  "Trish and I will be watching back here, rooting you on...good luck, Adam."  He smiled and gave him a thumbs-up sign.

"Thanks," Adam said, exhaling a deep breath.  He went out to the hallway, nearly colliding into Amy, who had just approached the door.  Her arm was raised, fist poised to knock.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed, laughing.  "Ready, babe?  We're almost on."

"Yup, I'm ready."

They had about five minutes to spare.  They walked together to the curtain by the ramp to wait.

Amy gazed up at Adam lovingly and grasped his hand.  She noticed that he looked pretty nervous.  Well, it isn't every day you challenge the WWF champion to a title shot, she thought.

Adam ran his free hand through his silky golden locks.  I'm not going to choke up out there, he promised himself as he gazed fondly at Amy.

Before he knew it, a stage hand came and directed them to go out to the arena.  As Adam heard the opening line of his theme song blaring - "You think you know me..." - he pushed his way through the curtain, Amy at his side.

Lillian Garcia's voice rang loud and clear.  "From Toronto, Canada, making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Lita - Edge!"

As they got closer to the ring, Adam stepped in front of Amy so that he was on the apron first.  He put out his hand for her, and she took it, and he held the ropes open for her so she could enter first.

Adam glanced over at Lillian and reached out to take the microphone from her.  She handed it to him, and he waited patiently until his music stopped playing.  Amy stood nearby and watched him as he surveyed the crowd and then turned to face her.  He gave her a warm, loving smile before lifting the mic up to his lips.

"You know something?  I'm at a point in my life where I want to take chances...I'm a very lucky man."  He surveyed the crowd, then turned to gaze intensely at Amy.  He pushed his dark sunglasses up over his eyes and he stared at her.  She gazed back at him curiously.

Adam continued, glancing out at the audience.  "I came out here tonight claiming that I was going to issue a challenge to Triple H to face him for a title shot, but that's not the case."  He focused his gaze back on Amy.  "But in reality, I came out here to ask you something..."

Amy's eyes widened slightly as she gazed at Adam quizzically.  She had no idea what he was talking about.

Taking hold of Amy's left hand, Adam lowered himself to one knee in the center of the ring.  As Amy realized what he was about to do, she gasped softly in surprise and clapped her free hand against her mouth.  She mouthed, "Oh, my God" as she felt her eyes beginning to well up with tears.  The fans began to respond to Adam's gesture as well with shouts and screams and applause.

"Amy," Adam said, getting out of character, as he was about to do the most important thing of his life, "I have never loved anyone as much as I love you...You have made me the happiest man alive, but you can make me even happier..."

Amy wept silently as she gazed down at him.  She couldn't believe this, had never expected it.  She felt that she had never loved this man more than she did at that very moment.

Adam reached into one of his pants pockets and pulled out a diamond ring.  "...Amy, will you marry me?"

"Oh, my God," she exclaimed softly, the tears running freely down her cheeks.  She was practically speechless and had never felt so surprised as she was at that moment.  "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Adam," she cried.

Adam slipped the diamond onto her finger and stood up to hug her as his face broke out into a broad grin.  Amy laughed, her tears still flowing, as she held tightly to him, the fans applauding and roaring their approval.

"I love you," Adam said, his face close to hers as he held her back slightly to gaze into her eyes.  He lowered his head to kiss her, and she kissed him back with all her heart and soul.

*

"Alright!" Jay said with approval from his spot in front of one of the TV monitors in the locker room backstage.  He gestured happily as he watched his friends get engaged on live national television.  Then, glancing over at Trish, who was standing at his side, he squeezed her hand in his.  She smiled warmly back at him.

"That's so beautiful," she said.  "It's so great to see them so happy...That is so wonderful."

"Yeah," Jay agreed.  "Adam is such a lucky guy."  He gazed at Trish.  "And so am I."  He enveloped her in an embrace and kissed her tenderly. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back fervently.

*

Later that night, in their hotel room, Adam and Amy made love.  Afterward, they lay spent in one another's arms.  Amy lay her head on Adam's muscular chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat.

She felt like she was in heaven.  Was this all a dream?  No, she thought as she childishly reached out to pinch her left arm.  She was so happy.  She was going to be married to the man she loved, and she was having his child.  Life couldn't be more perfect.

Adam gently fingered her face, gently caressing her cheek, chin and lips.  "Penny for your thoughts," he said with a smile, his greenish-brown eyes sparkling happily as he moved his hand to her right arm and fingered her massive tattoo.

Amy smiled.  "I was just thinking about how I'm the luckiest girl in the world...I love you, Adam Copeland."  She leaned over until her lips were on his and they were kissing deep and passionately.  Afterward, she lay her head back on his chest.

Adam put his arm around her waist and snuggled closer to her.  "I love you, too," he said dreamily.  He was so happy.  Soon, they both fell asleep, content in one another's arms and in their solid, unbreakable love.
 
 

The End