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Amy cocked her head to one side as she studied Adam with loving concern.

"I still have a bad feeling about this..." she admitted, then ran the fingers of her right hand through her long red hair. "Call it ex-girlfriend intuition or whatever, but..." She allowed her voice to trail off.

The tall blond man had just gotten finished putting on his white and gold trenchcoat - to go with his matching tights. He glanced over at the redhead, his expression soft as he gazed into her eyes.

"Ames...baby, everything's fine..."

"I wish I could be sure of that..." she replied, wringing her hands nervously in front of her.

Adam reached out, hooking a thumb under her chin. Gently, he tilted her head up just enough so that their eyes met.

"I'll be fine..." he assured her, his voice strong and firm, yet gentle at the same time so as to appease her. "And if that Matt Hardy comes out and decides to try and pull something - well, I'll be ready for him..."

Amy's gaze on him was steady, unwavering. She found herself suddenly forcing a smile she didn't really feel.

The tall Canadian found himself smiling as well.

"That's better..." he said softly. He pulled her slender form into his embrace, his large hands sliding down to her waist as he held her. "That's it...just trust me..."

The redhead shuddered. It wasn't Adam she didn't trust - it was Matt...

*

Moments later, they were making their way to the ring, and Amy was still unable to shake the notion of something bad happening.

The walk to the ring was uneventful, and for that, the diva was glad. Maybe Adam was right - maybe Matt had left for good tonight and nothing was going to happen. If so, it was a great thing in general but even more so since this was such a big, important match for the blond man. The four-corners match to determine the number one contender for the WWE title would no doubt be a huge boost for Adam's career. It wasn't even all that important that he win - taking part in it would be enough...

By the time they reached the squared circle, Amy was beaming, and all her worries seemed to have melted away.

She slid under the bottom rope, into the ring after her man, then climbed the turnbuckle at one corner to acknowledge the crowd.

She should have known - should have sensed a sinister presence - but she didn't...

The next thing she knew, the redhead heard a loud, sickening thud - and as she whirled around, she nearly screamed at what she saw...

Matt - he'd returned and was now in the ring, attacking Adam. The bastard had snatched up a chair, and, as he'd done with Rey earlier that night, he smashed it down onto the Canadian's knee. Screams began to fill the arena, and as she ran up to her bastard of an ex, she realized they were coming from her.

"No...!"

All of a sudden, Amy went down hard as she felt the sting of a steel chair strike her in the back. She looked up and behind her, only to see Torrie Wilson grinning almost maniacally - a steel folding chair clutched in her hands...