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Amy winced as she witnessed the end of the four-corners match.

She was standing in Adam's corner, disappointed in a way that she hadn't been allowed to interfere. She'd have at least enjoyed delivering a hurricanrana to Kurt Angle or Eddy Guerrero at some point.

The match had come down to Adam and Angle. Benoit and Guerrero had been eliminated earlier in the bout, and the majority of it had been the tall blond man and the Olympic Gold Medalist.

It had seemed as though Edge was going to win - even though Amy knew the match had been scripted - but Kurt caught the Canadian. He'd delivered a devastating belly-to-belly suplex from the top turnbuckle before executing the Angle Slam. One, two, three - over...

All in all, it had been a grueling half-hour. Each of the other men had taken turns attacking Adam's already injured right knee. To Amy, it was a miracle he'd been able to fight for as long as he had.

Now, she helped him to their rental car, the tall Canadian gritting his teeth with the effort it took to walk.

Amy slipped into the driver's side after helping Adam get into the passenger's. She winced as she started the car, as she heard a groan issued from the blond.

"Damn that Hardy to hell!"

The redhead steered the rental car with expertise, wincing whenever they came to a bump in the road.

"Don't worry, baby...We'll be there soon...We'll get more ice for that knee..." she said. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Matt and Torrie. She'd actually felt relieved when the couple from hell hadn't appeared out of nowhere in the parking lot. In actuality, she feared the worst.

They arrived at the hotel a few minutes later, and Amy parked the car in the lot in back. Then, helping the Canadian out of the car, she spoke again.

"Stephanie's not going to let Matt get away with this...Don't worry...She'll probably suspend his ass again," she surmised. She allowed her boyfriend to lean on her, and they brought their bags out and headed for the hotel, thankfully without incident.

They didn't speak a word again until entering their room.

"Damn it, I wanted to see how Rey was going..." Adam muttered.

"I can give Dawn Marie a call later..." the redhead offered. She too was concerned about the small Latino man. She knew Dawn had gone with Mysterio to the hospital.

"Okay..." the blond man said on a sigh. He lowered himself to one of the twin beds, a grimace on his face as sparks of pain shot from his knee and up his entire leg.

"Are you going to be okay while I take a shower?" Amy asked as she gazed down at him with concern.

"I'll live...Go ahead..."

The redhead gazed at him somberly for a beat before turning and entering the bathroom.