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*RAW, January 23, 2006*
They returned to the backstage area hand-in-hand, laughing and generally cheerful. Edge and Lita had just walked away from the ring during the main event, leaving Chris Masters alone in the tag team match against John Cena and Ric Flair to fall down in defeat.
Adam had had a blast during the match, even though he hadn't been part of it for very long. Cena was definitely a guy he enjoyed working with, and working with Flair had definitely been an experience - and an honor, as he was such a legend in the business. Without a doubt, he was really looking forward to the Royal Rumble next Sunday and further showing and proving why he deserved to be where he was in the company right now - WWE Champion.
"How about we go back to the hotel, drop off our stuff and go out for awhile?" he asked the beautiful redhead by his side. He raised their clasped hands, pressing a kiss to the back of hers as he gazed into her eyes. A tiny smile touched his lips as she let out a soft yet hearty laugh.
"Sounds good, but I'd rather just have a quiet evening in together." She gave him a sultry look as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes, her lips puckering.
The tall blond man grinned as they continued their way down the hallway to the locker rooms. There was a nice, comfortable silence between them for a beat, and then he was about to speak again when a backstage worker got his attention.
"Hey, Adam - Mr. McMahon wants to see you in his office."
"Oh? Okay... Thanks." He exchanged glances with Amy, and she shrugged as he realized they both seemed to share the same thoughts. What could the WWE Chairman have to tell or ask him? Well, there was only one way to find out. He stopped, his hand unclasping from hers, and he gently cupped the redhead's face in his hands.
"I'd better go, then. You go on, get ready to leave and I'll meet you by the women's locker room," he said. He lowered his head to tenderly kiss her forehead, then gave her an affectionate pat on the butt as she nodded.
"All right. I'll be waiting," Amy replied with a smile. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she turned and kept walking down the hall, casting a glance back at him from over her shoulder.
The tall blond man gazed after his girlfriend as well and then went in the opposite direction to the boss' office for the night. He cast around his mind to try to figure out what the Chairman could possibly want to see him about. He smiled, guessing most likely that the man wanted to congratulate him on the good job he'd been doing as champion these past couple of weeks, and for bringing in the highest ratings RAW had seen since Stone Cold Steve Austin's reign.
Finally reaching the room, the Canadian raised a hand to rap at the door with the knuckles on the back of it. He heard the distinct sound of some papers being shuffled around inside, then Vince McMahon's voice telling him to come in.
Adam obliged, pushing down the door handle and opening the door to step inside.
"Mr. McMahon? You wanted to see me?"
"Adam... Yes, thank you for coming so promptly." The Chairman gestured with one hand to the pair of chairs situated before the oak desk in the room. "Please... Sit."
The tall blond man sat down, questions swirling through his head as he looked up at the older man. He folded his hands, his long legs sprawled as he anticipated the purpose for this impromptu meeting.
"First things first," McMahon began, crossing his arms as he leaned against the edge of the desk. "I want to congratulate you on a very successful WWE Championship reign. You have done some great things for this company."
Adam smiled. This definitely sounded promising. He practically swelled with pride - hearing this from the head honcho was great.
"Thank you. I appreciate it."
"That being said, there have been some changes made as of tonight," Vince continued. "I'm very sorry to tell you this, but we're taking the title off of you at the Royal Rumble and putting it back on Cena."
The Canadian's smile vanished in a hurry, a frown replacing it as he stared at the man in shock. He couldn't possibly have heard him correctly - why the hell would Vince tell him he was doing such a great job, congratulate him and all that, and then in the next, break it to him that he would be dropping the title in a mere six days - and right back to the man from whom he'd taken it off of, at that?
"What?"
"The fans seem to be responding more favorably to Cena again, and it would do for good business. I think-"
"You've gotta be kidding me," Adam snapped, interrupting, not caring that this was the owner of the company he was speaking to. This was just madness. "'Good for business?' You just congratulated me on my successful title reign, and I've raked in the huge ratings - me *and* Amy - and now you're taking the title away from me?" The tall blond man shook his head. "Sorry, Vince, but that doesn't make any sense."
The Chairman swallowed visibly, gesturing with his right hand as he continued.
"Well, that's the way it's going to be. I'm sorry, Adam, but Paul and I were talking about it, and he's unhappy. He hasn't been in the title picture since last summer, and-"
"Oh, so that's it?" the WWE Champion cut in again, a sarcastic smirk coming to his face. "Your son-in-law has a problem with someone else being a more successful heel and champion than him, so you give in to his demands?" He scowled in disgust, a small voice in his head telling him to just shut up. He didn't want to get in trouble with the boss, but he was pissed. And damn it, he had every right to be.
"Again," Vince replied, "I'm sorry, Adam. But that's the way things are going around here. I just wanted to make you aware of this before Sunday."
The blond man shook his head.
"Well, that's just great... Thanks." Then, without another word, he strode briskly for the door and left. He walked quickly back to his locker room, angry beyond belief.
*
Amy was waiting out in the hall, just outside the women's locker room when she finally spotted Adam heading her way, his wheeled suitcase in tow. She cocked her head to one side, smiling, but the smile waned and disappeared as he neared her and she caught the expression on his face...
... He didn't look one bit happy. She wondered what had happened, and what had been said in the meeting with Mr. McMahon.
"Come on," he muttered, "let's get out of here." He took hold of the handle of her wheeled suitcase, insisting on pulling it for her. Inside, he was still seething. In fact, and he knew it was gross, but he hadn't even bothered to shower - once he'd gotten back to his locker room after seeing Mr. McMahon, he'd just thrown on his regular clothes and left. He didn't want to spend another second here.
The redhead eyed her boyfriend with concern as she followed him out of the building. She knew exactly what kind of mood he was in, but she didn't know *why*. She wanted to know what happened, but his silence and aloofness told her he didn't want to talk about it - yet.
The ride to the hotel was a quiet one with the exception of the radio playing in their rental. Amy twiddled her thumbs, her anxiousness getting the best of her. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and then let it out.
"What happened back there?"
The blond man kept his head facing forward, his eyes staying on the road ahead, but he scowled. In truth, he was actually glad she finally asked.
"You want the truth?" he asked, wondering why exactly he'd chosen those words. She would *have* to find out soon anyway, and she deserved to know what was going on. "They're taking the championship off of me... It's happening at the Rumble."
"What?" Amy's jaw dropped as she stared at him in shock. "How... Why so soon? You've been so awesome, baby!"
"A certain relative of Vince's apparently considers me a 'threat,'" Adam spat. He shook his head. "What a crock!" They reached the hotel, and he steered into the parking lot, glad to find a spot right away. He just wanted to get up to their room, take a hot shower and go to bed.
"I... I'm sorry, Adam," Amy said. She couldn't believe it, and she felt terrible. It just wasn't fair... Adam had done *everything* right, had been exactly the kind of champion the company needed and should have, and now his dream was being taken away after a measly three weeks of it becoming reality. It just about blew her away.
In moments, they were checking into their room, and once again, silence reigned supreme. The redhead eyed the man she loved, her heart in her eyes. She hurt inside for him... She knew he was super upset.
He left their bags near the bed, took off his jacket and then placed it on the bed. He raked a hand through his shoulder-length blond hair as he headed for the bathroom. Pausing just in the doorway, he turned to meet her gaze.
"I'm going to shower."
"Okay." Amy watched him slip into the room and close the door behind him. She bit her lip and sat down on the edge of the bed, shrugging out of her jacket. She hated seeing him so upset.
In the bathroom, Adam stood in the shower, directly under the hot spray of water as he soaped up and shampooed his hair. He sighed, his eyes closed as suds ran down his face. He couldn't believe how he was getting screwed over... It was bullshit.
He was nearly finished with his shower when he heard the bathroom door open and close again, and then the water in the sink suddenly running.
"Baby, are you okay in there?" Amy asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. It wasn't really true, and it was amazing how quickly his mood had gone from great to rotten in the span of a few minutes. He didn't say anything more, and neither did the redhead, and after awhile, he heard her brushing her teeth.
He finished up in the shower, shut off the water and grabbed the white towel he'd left hanging on the rod to dry off. He pushed the curtain aside to see his girlfriend now washing her face, and he watched as she dried it with one of the hand towels hanging on the small rod to the left of the sink. He gazed at her reflection in the mirror... She was clad in a white terrycloth bathrobe, and it was loosely tied around her, giving him a great view of her generous cleavage. God, she looked so delicious, so inviting.
Adam tossed his towel aside as he moved over to her, his arms going around her waist and turning her to face him. He gazed down into her hazel eyes hungrily, his hands moving to untie the robe she had on as he dove his head to capture her lips. He groaned as she responded instantly, her tongue entering his mouth, her small hands touching him.
A small cry escaped Amy as his hands suddenly moved into her robe, caressing her bare skin, and the next thing she knew, he picked her up, positioning her to sit on the edge of the sink. Her breath quickened as he lowered his head to her breasts, and she placed her hands into his damp blond hair, holding him in place as he lavished her with his tongue. Amazing sensations shot through her, and she savored in it for a moment before he stopped to dominate her lips again, kissing the breath from her. She held tightly to him, pulling him even closer to her.
When he pulled back for just a beat, he was gripping his throbbing member, directing it toward her entrance. The redhead bit her lip and arched her body in a more accomodating position, and Adam let out a slight growl as he felt himself slipping inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him closer with her arms as well as he began to thrust in and out of her at a pace they both enjoyed.
It felt incredible. Amy placed her hands on the sides of his face and directly met his beautiful green eyes, her body jerking with his movements. As he continued slamming into her, she pressed her lips to his for another searing kiss. When it broke, he allowed his tongue to linger on the base of her throat. She threw her head back, the orgasm nearing.
Adam kissed her again, his lips, tongue and teeth consuming her mouth as she felt the stirrings, and she cried out, though it was muffled by his kiss. She clung to him as he continued his passionate assault, desperate to reach the same heights she had, and he gazed into her eyes with lust and love as he held repositioned her slightly, arching her body. Yes, that was it... He was able to penetrate her even more deeply this way, and he loved the way she felt, his breath coming in even faster as he came.
"Oh, God..." he moaned. He stiffened as he let go, and he felt her hands in his hair, caressing, loving. It seemed to go on and on, and then finally, he could speak again. "... I love you," he said, his eyes locked with hers.
She managed a tiny smile and moved forward, with him still inside of her, to lavish his face and lips with small kisses.