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Adam looked up at the sound of the locker room door being opened. Amy was back from talking with Bischoff.
"Well? How did it go?" he asked as his wife stepped inside, closing the door behind her. As she then neared him, the blond man frowned. She seemed on the verge of tears.
"What the hell did the bastard say, baby?" He clenched his hands into fists as he obviously knew it wasn't anything good.
Amy approached her husband, throwing herself into his arms. She started crying, unable to hold back, and clutched at him.
"Adam, he... Eric wants to continue the storyline! He wants to turn my pregnancy into a part of it!"
The Canadian frowned as he stared down into her unhappy face.
"He wants to turn it into a love triangle where Lita is pregnant but doesn't know if the baby is Kane's or Matt's!" she moaned. The split second she mentioned that miserable scum ex-boyfriend, she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Oh, he does, does he?" Adam said with more than just a little annoyance. He was downright furious at the thought of *his* baby being mentioned as possibly being Matt's - even if it *was* just for a storyline. "Well, I'll tell you what - I'm going to have a nice little talk with Mr. General Manager." He released her and turned to leave, but Amy grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Adam, no! I... I can't refuse this storyline." She ducked her head, terrified to look him in the eye. "Bischoff threatened me..."
The tall blond man arched a brow at this revelation.
"What?"
Amy swallowed hard, scared and embarrassed at the same time. She only hoped her husband wouldn't hate her for what she was about to finally tell him.
"When he first told me this storyline would include Matt, he..." She shifted her hazel gaze directly on his green eyes, sorrow and hopelessness overtaking her. "... he threatened to screw with your job if I didn't do it."
"what?! What the hell did he say?!" Adam demanded. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and it made his blood boil.
"He said he'd make sure you'd never win the Intercontinental title again, let alone get a shot at the World title... Adam, I-"
"Amy, he said all this to you a month ago, and you never *told* me?" he interrupted.
She bit her lip, her eyes brimming with fresh tears. She nodded and explained.
"You were having your first match back that night... I didn't want to upset you the night you were having your first match since your neck injury." She looked down and sobbed softly, desperately clutching onto his arm before again throwing herself against his chest. "I'm sorry."
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely to him. He couldn't believe it... That fucking prick Eric Bischoff! After a moment, he held his wife back to gaze into her eyes.
"Ames, don't cry... I'm not mat at you - at all." He placed a hand under her chin, tipping her face up so their eyes met. Hers were still teary and now bloodshot as well. "I don't blame *you*," he went on. "Eric Bischoff and Matt Hardy are the pieces of shit who are to blame." Somehow, he *knew* Hardy had to have had a hand in weasling his way into Amy's storyline.
She winced as more fresh tears trickled down her cheeks. God, she hated her career these days!
"Shh..." Adam soothed her, his large hands caressing gently up and down her back. "Sweetie, you're pregnant... You don't need all this stress. I'm going to talk to Bischoff, regardless."
She cast him a terrified look.
"Don't worry... I promise I'll be good." He grasped her hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze before leaving the room.
Amy watched as he slipped through the door, a million fears gripping her.
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Eric Bischoff smiled broadly at one of the two men present in his office. Their reactions had been interesting, to say the least - well, that of one of the two men in particular.
"She's *pregnant*?" Matt Hardy echoed the words his boss had just announced, minus the question mark. His head began to spin.
Glen Jacobs sneered at the other man before turning his attention back to the GM.
"I'm not sure this is such a good idea."
"Glen... How can you say that, my man?" Bischoff said with one of his fake smiles. "Trust me - this storyline is going to be as good as gold." He patted the big man on the arm.
Jacobs eyed the hand that was touching him, not a trace of amusement in his face as he shifted his glare to Eric. He had to admit inside, he enjoyed the way the pipsqueak General Manager squirmed and removed his hand.
The loud knock on the door suddenly startled all three men. The GM rolled his eyes with a sigh, wondering who could have enough nerve as to interrupt one of his meetings.
"Come in!"
The door opened, and Adam Copeland stepped in. But before the tall blond man could speak, he caught the obnoxious glare of Matt. The two exchanged angry looks before Adam shifted his angry green eyes toward Eric.
"You and I need to talk," he nearly growled. "*Now*."
Bischoff swallowed hard as he shooed the other two men from the room.