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"I...I don't like this..."

Adam looked over at Amy, noticing the look of fear in her hazel eyes as she stood near the door in his locker room. He couldn't help but think of how small she looked.

"What...What do you mean?"

The redhead shook her head slowly, her gaze returning to him.

"Matt isn't finished..."

"Huh?"

"He isn't finished here tonight..." Amy reiterated, her eyes taking on a slightly faraway, glazed look.

"Baby, he's gone...he left, remember?" the blond man reminded her. He came over to where she stood by the door, raising one hand to her face. Tipping her head up slightly so their eyes could meet, he spoke again.

"Amy, he's not going to do anything more...at least not tonight. He's gone..." He grabbed her hand and gave it what he hoped she considered a squeeze of reassurance.

The diva looked him balefully in the eye in silence but didn't utter another word on the subject. However, Adam could tell from her facial expression that she was unconvinced.

The blond man wasn't worried. In fact, the knowledge that Matt Hardy was nowhere to be found in the building made him feel certain that nothing else would happen.

He would find out exactly how wrong he was later...

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"Come on, Torrie...I have unfinished business to attend to," Matt said, gesturing to the blonde diva as they wended their way back into the arena.

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh, let's just say I have plans for a certain tall, lanky, blond-haired Canadian..."

Torrie turned her head to fully face her boyfriend. She didn't miss the devious expression on his face and arched an eyebrow wonderingly. Whatever Matt's plans were exactly, she knew they had to be pretty big and elaborate, even though he hadn't had much time to plan. And although she wished he'd shared them with her, she didn't want to bother him. Let him offer information only if he so desired to do so.

The dark-haired man grabbed her hand and held tightly to it. Then, moving his face closer to hers, he spoke discreetly as they suddenly entered the building.

"Shh...be as quiet as you can, because it's a safe bet that people are looking for me..."

Torrie nodded vigorously.

They made their way stealthily down the hall, Matt hoping against hope that the few superstars they might pass by were oblivious to what he'd done. He was certain Stephanie McMahon was looking for him, or had sent someone to do that for her. The way he saw it, the last thing he needed was to get in trouble again - and so soon after returning from his recent suspension, at that.

Matt's pulse ran slightly faster as they received stares from a couple of people out in the hallway. He tried his best to remain calm and not to look too conspicuous. He glanced over at Torrie in hopes that she was doing the same.

Quickening his step, he pulled the blonde along until they were out of sight. There was no one around the area as they rounded a corridor, and Matt ducked into the crevice, directing his girlfriend with him.

"Shh...Let's just hang out here for a little bit until we hear the bell for the main even match..." he told her, a finger pressed up against her lips.

Torrie nodded again, her blue eyes slightly widened, and she suddenly found herself pressed up against the wall. Matt had gently shoved her back-first into it and was now moving in for a kiss.

She let out a barely audible giggle as she welcomed him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back eagerly.

Funny how she found not knowing Matt's plans for Adam Copeland to be such a turn-on...