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Amy was livid as she and Adam returned to the backstage area. Thankfully, the had done so safely... What a blessing *that* was, but what if Matt suddenly appeared and tried something?

"Am I in the Twilight Zone?" she asked, casting a fierce glance at her boyfriend.

Adam shook his head, his green eyes gleaming with anger. Like the redhead, he was just as shocked over what had transpired out there.

"He's not going to get away with that little stunt..." Amy spat, quickening her steps. "... and I'm not even talking about Matt." She glanced around as they continued walking through the hallway, and the blond man arched an eyebrow, certain he knew to whom it was she was referring.

In a matter of minutes, they'd located Eric Bischoff's office. The two stood just outside the closed door and exchanged glances for a beat. Then, shaking her head, Amy made up her mind... Screw it!

Adam pushed the door open for her, and the angry redhead barged in, her hazel eyes blazing at the General Manager.

"What the *hell* was that?!" she demanded, wasting no time with niceties.

"Excuse me?" Bischoff snarled, rising from his chair behind the huge oak desk that practically engulfed him. "Who the hell do you two think you are, barging into my office?"

Adam glared at the mousy little man, a growl threatening to emerge from him. He restrained himself, however, knowing that Amy could handle the little worm herself.

"I think I'm the person who was left in the dark about her own storyline!" the diva cried. "Although it was obvious Chris didn't have a clue as to what was going on, either. What are you and Matt trying to pull?!"

Eric stared defiantly into the woman's eyes for a beat. His gaze shifted to the tall blond man, who'd remained silent thus far but looked furious. He moved around the desk to approach them.

"And what are *you* trying to pull, having loverboy here-" He gestured toward Adam. "-come out and save you? Need I remind you, Copeland - you are *not* a RAW superstar!" Bischoff poked a finger right into the Canadian's chest. "Don't you ever come out to fuck with my storylines again!"

Adam's eyes widened with rage as he kept them fixed on Eric... The little twerp. He wanted nothing more than to snap him like a twig - but he didn't, for Amy's sake.

"I had no idea Adam was going to do that," the redhead said calmly. "But I *know* that you were fully aware of Matt!"

Bischoff smiled smugly, confidently.

"You're right... I *did*."

Amy and Adam both stared incredulously at the General Manager as he continued.

"You see, Matt Hardy is now officially on the RAW roster."

"*What*?!" the redhead said, shock and dismay coursing through her. It couldn't be! After all the months of ridicule and torment she'd endured at the hands of her former boyfriend and his little blonde blowup doll, she was going to have to deal with Matt yet *again*? This *couldn't* be happening.

"Are you joking?" Adam demanded, towering over the GM.

Somehow, Bischoff didn't seem the least bit intimidated as he laughed.

"No, I'm not, not at all... Matt wanted to switch over to RAW, and Stephanie had absolutely no problem parting with him." Eric laughed yet again. "Her loss is *my* gain."

Amy's heart sank at the man's words.

The tall blond man clenched his hands into fists. Matt Hardy had a really fucked up agenda in switching rosters - he *knew* it.

"I don't believe this..." the redhead murmured. The entire segment she'd just done, as well as the current moment here in the GM's office, felt like nothing more than a horrible nightmare. She shook her head, her heart pounding too fast, and then turned and stormed out of the room.

Adam glared at Bischoff menacingly for a second or two - and this time, the man finally seemed to squirm uncomfortably. Then, he turned and went out after his girlfriend.

The diva was standing with one arm crossed over her chest, one hand up to her forehead, as though shielding her eyes. It was obvious she was having a difficult time swallowing all of this.

"Hey..." he said gently, nudging her. He put an arm around her waist. "... you're all done here tonight, right?"

Amy nodded.

"Let's get out of here. Come on," Adam said softly with a nod toward the locker rooms. "You've had a rough night. I want to get you back to the hotel and pamper you."

The redhead blinked as she gazed up into his kind, warm emerald eyes. And then, as though by magic, she managed to smile. Damn it... Somehow, no matter what the situation, this man just always managed to put a smile on her face.

"I love you," she breathed. She turned fully toward him, wrapping her arms around his surgically-repaired neck as she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him.