He went back to his and Jay's locker room to watch the redhead's match against Alliance diva Stacy Keibler.  He found it silly to put the two in a feud against one another because of the leggy blonde's ineptitude in the ring, but at least he didn't have to worry about Amy getting hurt.

"Hey, man," Jay greeted as Adam stepped through the door.  The shorter blond was already showered and dressed in his street clothes, done for the night.  "Great match out there."

"Thanks," the taller man said.  "I'm going to catch a quick shower - I've gotta be ready to see Amy's match in a few minutes."  He grabbed his clothing and a towel and disappeared into the shower room.

As he showered, Adam thought about his birthday coming up tomorrow, and he wondered what Amy might have in store for him.  He grinned at that thought, as he knew she must be planning something.  And if he knew her, it would probably be something exceptionally sexy.  He felt himself growing hard as he envisioned the two of them doing various things to pleasure one another.

The tall Canadian managed to finish his shower without pleasuring himself, and he quickly toweled off and got dressed.  He had to see his girlfriend's match - and when it was over, he was going to take her back to the hotel and - well, to put it crudely - screw her brains out before taking her out on the town.

"Is her match on yet?" Adam asked as he stepped back into the locker room.  He walked around to the front of the TV monitor, peering into the screen.  He got his answer as he saw Stacy making her way down the ramp to the ring.

"Good timing, Adam...as you can see, you haven't missed a thing," Jay replied with a smirk.

The two best friends watched the match, which was all Lita until Matt Hardy had decided to come down to ringside.  The current storyline had Stacy flirting with him, seemingly to come between the couple.

Matt knelt down to check on the redhead, who, like her opponent, was laid out on the arena floor.  After tossing Stacy to the outside, Lita had perched up on the top turnbuckle to splash her, only to hit the guardrail around the ringside area instead.

The dark-haired man lifted the young woman up into his arms and gently placed her back into the ring.  At the same time, the leggy Keibler had gotten back to her feet and made her way over to Matt.  The Hardy Boy proceeded to shout at her accusingly, only to be slapped quite hard in the face.

"Whoa!  That was some whack!"

Adam ignored Jay's comment as he watched the next bit.  Matt balled his right hand into a fist, not noticing the diva in the ring crawling over in his direction - and when he brought his arm back, the redhead caught his elbow right in her face.

"God damn it!"  The tall blond sat all the way forward on the couch as he stared angrily at the screen.  Matt had connected quite solidly with Amy's face - it appeared that he'd gotten her in her right eye.

The other man turned to eye him, not blaming Adam for being angry.  It looked as though Matt had hit Amy pretty hard.  He didn't bother trying to tell him to calm down, as he knew it was futile.  The taller man was so protective of his girlfriend, and, at the very moment, he looked furious enough to run down to the ring and beat the living hell out of Matt Hardy.

"If he hurt her...!"  Adam raked both hands through his long blond hair and looked around the room as though searching for something to throw.  Instead, he seemed to calm down just a bit.  "I'll be right back..."  He calmly left the room, leaving a shocked Jay behind.

Adam stormed down the hallway in the direction of the women's locker room.  He needed to find one person, and one person only.  As he finally came to the room, he knocked furtively, and the door opened.  He felt a measure of relief when Trish Stratus peered out at him.

"Trish!  Thank God...you're just the person I was looking for..." he said in a loud whisper.  "Can I come in?"

"I guess so...I'm the only one in here right now," the petite blonde said.  She held the door open a little wider for the man to enter the room.  When he did, she shut the door behind him.

"Did you just see Amy's match?" Adam asked, running his hand through his long hair.  He began to pace the small room.

"Yeah, I saw it.  Why?"

"I think she got hurt, Trish!" the Canadian man said seriously as he looked her in the eye.  He lowered his voice an octane.  "Now, as you know, Amy and I can't be seen together by everyone, so you have to help me..."

The little blonde arched an eyebrow.  "What do you want me to do?"

"I have to see Amy when she gets back here...I know she's hurting after that elbow she took from Matt...you have to let me in here - but you'll have to keep the other divas away."

"And how do you expect me to do that, Adam?" Trish questioned.  "Torrie went back to the hotel because she's not feeling well, so she's not one to worry about.  But Nora just stepped out to use the ladies' room...Jackie's talking to Bradshaw down the hall...Stacy will be back here any minute, now that her match is over."

The blond man ran a quick hand through his long locks as he stared at her.  "Fine...then just do me this favor, okay?  Give her a message for me..."  As Trish listened to him expectantly, he went on.  "...tell her to meet me at my locker room, okay?"

"Okay...I think I can manage that."

*

Amy winced as she held the little plastic bag of ice up against her right eye.  She had just come from the trainer's room for the icepack, as well as getting her eye examined by the man.  He'd told her things she'd already known - that she'd taken quite a bump and that she should expect to get a black eye as a result.

"Ames...I am so sorry!" Matt cried for the umpteenth time in the last ten to fifteen minutes.  He felt horrible guilty for having hit her as hard as he had.

"For the millionth time, Matt - it's okay...I'm not mad at you, so you can stop apologizing," the redhead replied.  She just wanted him to leave her alone so she could get back to the women's locker room, take a shower, slip into her street clothes and leave.  Although her face hurt a bit, she still wanted to take Adam up on his offer to take her out.

"Do you forgive me?"  The dark-haired man's voice took on a pleading, remorseful quality.  He stared at her with sorrowful brown eyes, and she sighed.

"Yes, Matt...of course I forgive you."  She patted him on the shoulder and eyed the nearby door to the women's locker room.  "Now, let me go get cleaned up so I can get out of here."

"Okay...again, I'm really sor-"

"I know you are..."  She moved the icepack from her eye and managed a small smile for him.  "...I'll see you later."

"Goodnight, Ames..."  Matt couldn't help the guilt he was still feeling as he gave her hand a quick squeeze before turning around and heading back to his own locker room.  He glanced one last time back at her as she reached the door.

The redhead stepped into the locker room, shaking her head with exasperation.  Trish came straight toward her as she closed the door, the blonde woman's face looking serious and tentative.  Her friend linked her arm with Amy's and steered her back out toward the door.  "Adam wants to see you in his locker room ASAP..."

Amy gazed directly into the other woman's chocolate brown eyes.

"...he came here a few minutes earlier and was so worried about you after what happened out there with Matt."  She kept her voice low because the other divas present that night had all returned to the locker room.

Despite her pain, the redhead couldn't help the tiny smile that spread across her face.  Adam was that worried about her?  Her heart swelled with love for the tall blond man.

"If I were you, I'd go right through that door and go see him now," Trish whispered.  "Don't make that man wait..."

Amy turned around to look over her shoulder uncertainly.  She wanted to take a shower first, but if Adam was that worried about her... Finally, she spoke.  "Thanks for the message, Trish..."  She smiled at her friend as she raised the icepack to her eye again.

"Don't mention it!"

Amy went back the way she'd come and left the locker room.  With a tiny smile still touching her lips, she headed back down the hallway to her boyfriend's locker room.

She knocked on the door when she reached it, biting her lip as she waited for a response.

The door opened after a few seconds, and Jay looked out at her.  "Oh, hey, Ames..."  He winced as he noticed her bruising right eye.  "Are you okay?"

"I'll live..."  She stepped into the room, her eyes instantly meeting those of Adam, who instantly rose from the couch as he saw her.

Jay watched the couple as they approached each other.  "Whoops, I'd better get out of here," he said.  "Don't worry - I'll be out of your hair in a minute..."  He strode across the room to retrieve his bag, zippered it up, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door.  "Have fun, guys..."  He gave them a knowing smile before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Adam walked over to the door to lock it before turning back to his girlfriend.  He stared at her with concern for a beat before enveloping her in a big hug, rubbing her back and long red hair gently.  "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, I'm all right," she replied.  "But don't be surprised if I have a shiner by tomorrow morning..."

"Aww..."  The tall blond pulled back to gaze into her face, raising a hand to very gently touch the area around her right eye.

Amy kept her eyes on his and couldn't help the tiny smile from coming to her face.  She realized they were even for the night - she'd been worried about him, and now the tables had turned.  She raised her arms, the bag of ice still clutched in her right hand, and wrapped them around his neck.  They kissed fervently, tenderly, and the Canadian suddenly pulled back with a slight jump, a yelp escaping him as the ice brushed against his neck.

The redhead laughed heartily.  "Sorry!"  She dropped the icepack into the nearby garbage can, then replaced her arms in their previous position, pulling his head down to hers to continue what they'd started.