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Matt mumbled to himself, annoyed. Yet at the same time, a grin slowly came to his face as he recalled the look of deep hurt on her face. That sure made him happy, because lord knew, the bitch deserved it and so much more.
He looked up at the sudden sound at the locker room door, fully expecting Jeff, but it was not his brother after all. In a flash, and before he could react, a blur of blond whirled in and at him. The next thing Matt knew, he was tackled to the floor.
Adam sat on the other man's chest as he pummeled him with both fists. All he could see was red as he pounded the man he'd once considered a close friend.
"You fucking no good son of a bitch! You made her cry, asshole! *You made her cry*!"
Matt let out a yelp as he attempted to block some of the blows the furious blond man administered. It seemed to be a futile effort until finally, he managed to sock the other man in the jaw.
A cruel smile came to the elder Hardy's face as he saw the sudden moment of weakness in the other man. He was going to take full advantage of it as well. And so, he swung again, catching the Canadian in the nose. Blood suddenly appeared, and Matt laughed with triumph.
It was short-lived however, as Adam was on him again, punching him right back in his own face. Matt howled as he raised his arms to protect himself, the blond man sputtering a string of obscenities as he hit him with both fists.
And that was when he suddenly heard the screams.
Amy had come rushing over, as she'd sensed something awry. She hadn't missed the anger in Adam's eyes as she'd told him she'd seen Matt. He'd left her so abruptly, she'd had a feeling he would go after the asshole.
"Stop it!" she cried from the doorway. It took everything within her not to literally get between the two men to stop the fight.
By now, Adam had Matt back on his feet and slammed the other man into the lockers.
"Get away, Amy!" he shouted. "You're pregnant! I'm not going to put you in harm's way!"
The redhead was frantic as she stepped further into the room in spite of her fiance's words.
"Stop fighting!" she cried. "Adam, your nose!" She hadn't missed the blood and was by now sobbing. She hoped his nose hadn't been broken. She wasn't even aware of the crowd that had gathered just outside the locker room, the excited voices of their fellow wrestlers and backstage people. She remained unaware, that is, until Fit Finley, Sarge, Dean Malenko and some other men pushed their way inside to separate the two.
"Enough!" an angry voice shouted.
Amy whirled around to see Shane McMahon enter the room. The boss' son of course had a lot of stroke around here, and he did not look the least bit happy. This was not good at all. She bit her lip, fearing the worst. At the very least, Adam would get in trouble and be reprimanded, possibly suspended. In the worst case scenario, he would get in trouble, reprimanded and *fired*. She hoped for the former.
"Get out of here!" Shane barked at the other superstars who had gathered around to witness the fight. "This doesn't concern you!"
People began to scatter, and the redhead blinked back more tears.
"You two," the young man said, turning back toward Adam and Matt, "go clean yourselves up and then - my office, pronto!"
The men holding Matt steered him toward the door. The dark-haired man glared murderously at Amy as he passed her, and the redhead's heart pounded uncomfortably in triple-time at that look. It chilled her to the bone.
"Oh, God... Adam!" She threw herself into his arms as the men holding him released him. The tall blond man held her as carefully as he could manage, not wanting to get blood all over her.
Afterward, she winced as she peered up into his face. Not a word was spoken between them as she led him
to a bathroom to help him tend to his bloody nose.