His gaze followed Amy's pointing finger to the TV monitor, and his eyes widened in shock.  Rey Mysterio was hanging upside-down by one knee from the turnbuckle - and Matt Hardy was repeatedly striking him with a steel chair.

Adam nearly let out a growl as he threw down the water bottle he'd been holding, then ran like mad from the room.  He raced down the arena hallway without a thought or care as to what might happen to him - all he gave a damn about was going out to the ring to help out his buddy.

Before he made it to the curtain, he snatched up a stray steel chair of his own with which to use as a weapon.  With any luck, the bastard would never know what hit him...

The crowd erupted with cheers and screams as he suddenly appeared through the curtain, rushing at top speed for the ring - but he didn't care about that now.  As he slid under the bottom rope into the squared circle, he was gleefully aware that Matt's back was turned toward him.  The dark-haired man obviously hadn't a clue he was even there.

That suited Adam just fine.  In a single, swift motion, he raised the chair in his hands and swung it - making direct and very hard contact with the man's back.  Matt instantly dropped the chair he'd been weilding, then fell to the canvas.

Rather than just freeing Mysterio from his uncomfortable and precarious position, Adam went right after Matt.  he was literally seeing red as he pulled his nemesis up and punched him in the face.

Then, tossing the Hardy brother to the ropes, he delivered a spinning heelkick, following up with an Edgeomatic.

Somehow, Matt managed to then roll his way out of the ring - and only then did the blond man go to the corner to free Rey from the turnbuckle.  He did so as gingerly as he could manage, but it was no avail.  He knew his friend had a history of knee injuries - and one look at his face showed how badly excrutiating the pain was that he felt.

By now, Matt had managed to straighten up and stand, one arm behind his aching back.  He stared with surprise back toward the ring, at Adam.  Then, his expression turned angry as he continued backing away.

The tall Canadian didn't care.  He glared murderously at the asshole, wishing he'd done a lot worse damage.  But then again, there was always tomorrow...