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*RAW - March 22, 2004*
Adam was so filled with anticipation as he and Amy stood by gorilla position. This was going to be it, at long last - he would be making his long-awaited return to WWE television after fourteen long months with a broken neck and recovering after the surgery.
Tonight was monumental - not only because the blond man's character of Edge was making his return, but also because the WWE was having a draft lottery on RAW and shaking up the rosters a bit. Earlier, Edge had been announced by Eric Bischoff as being picked for his show, RAW. Adam couldn't be more pleased. Not only had he been itching to be on that particular show due to the World Heavyweight Championship, he would also get to be with Amy all the time, as he had when they'd been on SmackDown together. This was great - RAW was where they *both* belonged.
Amy gazed up into the Canadian's handsome face, smiling and biting her lip before speaking.
"Nervous?" she asked. There was a teasing gleam in her hazel eyes.
"Nah," the blond man answered quickly. "Well, not really." He grinned at her. "I'm just really, really anxious to get out there."
"Oh, I know," she replied. She grabbed hold of his arm, sliding her hand down into his as she repositioned herself directly in front of him. She smiled brightly at the feel of his arms encircling her waist, holding her close against him. God, he looked damn hot tonight... He was all decked out in black leather, clad in a tight pair of black leather pants and a black leather jacket. She wondered if he would wear the outfit later on, when they were back at the hotel - there was just something about black leather on this man that drove her wild.
Adam kept his arms around her securely, his hands sliding down to her butt. He gazed down into her beautiful eyes and nuzzled her for a moment, their lips just hovering apart when a stagehand suddenly got their attention.
"That's your cue, Edge..."
"Oh... Thanks." Almost sheepishly, and reluctantly, the tall blond man released the redhead, whose lovely face wore a cute little pout. He noticed and smiled slyly at her. "Don't worry - we'll finish this and get to a whole lot more later tonight," he promised. He grasped hold of her hand, raising it to his lips and kissing the back of it before bounding off past the curtain.
Amy laughed softly as she watched him depart the area. Before he stepped through the curtain, he cast one last glance over his broad shoulder at her, and she raised a hand to wave.
*
At the sound of his entrance music - he'd gone back to using his old theme, "You Think You Know Me" - about a million different thoughts zipped through Adam's head. He was so excited... He would not be competing tonight, but the last time he'd been in a WWE ring to do so was in late January of the previous year. That was far too long... He thought about his and Amy's upcoming wedding, which was now just less than a month away... He mentally recalled the plan for tonight, and his return - General Manager Eric Bischoff would be in the ring on a microphone, blabbing, and he would get in there, and while Bischoff would be happy to see Edge, as he'd gotten the Canadian for his show, they would get into a verbal battle. After exchanging witty, off-the-cuff remarks, Edge would have enough of the little twerp and spear him.
The crowd's reaction to him was nearly deafening - and it felt great as hell. Adam slid into the ring under the bottom rope, his gaze finding Eric, a ridiculous smile on the scrawny man's face. In fact, the GM held his arms wide open, as though expecting a hug, of all things.
The next few minutes seemed all a huge blur, as though they were figments of a dream. The tall blond man didn't waste a second as he ran at top speed at Bischoff, spearing the hell out of him. He acted on pure impulse, and all he could think of was that a few months earlier, Eric had tried to screw with Amy by having Matt Hardy interfere in that segment on The Highlight Reel. He was so rough, the General Manager's head hit the bottom turnbuckle, as he'd been standing right near one of the corners. Adam didn't let it bother him one bit as he climbed that turnbuckle above the man, acknowledging the crowd. Besides, that prick Bischoff deserved it after what he'd tried to pull on the redhead. Damn, did it feel good to be back!
*
From gorilla position, Amy stood watching the segment on a television monitor in shock. One of her hands had flown up to her mouth at her fiancee's actions. She knew he'd been *expected* to spear Eric Bischoff - but a big chunk of the plan had been obliterated, as Adam hadn't bothered waiting to exchange verbal insults with the GM. And, knowing Bischoff, the tall blond man would probably get in trouble for 'screwing with' the script.
"Oh, Adam... Why?" she wondered aloud. Her heart hammering, she hoped the consequences of his impromptu
change to the segment wouldn't be too severe.