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*RAW, June 28, 2004*
Amy checked her reflection in the mirror in the women's locker room, satisfied with her appearance. She was clad in all black for the night, which actually went along with her mood.
It was ridiculous... Earlier in the night, she'd been called into yet another meeting with Eric Bischoff. She didn't even have to think about it anymore, it was such a routine thing at this point. She supposed it shouldn't have surprised her, but the General Manager had given her some news that had her even more angry, crestfallen - her storyline with Kane and Matt would be continuing throughout her pregnancy - up until she left for her maternity leave, of course.
The redhead was furious. On top of that, she felt like bursting into tears of frustration and hopelessness. Her hormones were doing quite a number on her, and having to deal with Matt Hardy on a regular basis was certainly not helping matters any.
"Hey, Amy."
She looked up at the sound of Trish Stratus' voice as the blonde entered the locker room. Her friend smiled warmly as she came to stand beside her by the vanity mirror.
"Hey, Trish." The redhead's smile was brief, her gaze dropping somewhat.
"It's all still getting to you, huh?" Trish said, sympathy in her brown eyes.
Amy nodded. She took a deep breath and quietly explained.
"I... I can't get out of this crap," she complained. She shook her head, the misery plenty evident in her face. "I feel like I'm... trapped. I hate it, Trish. I really, really hate it!"
The little blonde placed a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. She knew how unhappy Amy had been in this company lately, thanks to being forced to work with that asshole Matt Hardy. In the brief spot they'd done some weeks back, she's tried her best to be supportive and comforting to the other woman.
Amy ducked her head again, the feeling of nausea coming over her in droves. God, she hated morning sickness... It was the one thing she hated about being pregnant. Her stomach lurched, and she wasn't quite certain if it was just morning sickness that was getting to her right now.
"Ugh... Excuse me, Trish."
The redhead rushed from the room, one hand flying up to her mouth. She sincerely hoped she would make it to the ladies' room before she threw up.
"Amy!"
She looked up helplessly at the sound of the voice, spotting her husband slightly down the hall, on his way to her. Instead of responding or approaching him, she ducked away and ran in the direction of the bathroom. She hoped Adam would get the message and not take her disregard of him the wrong way.
She rushed into a stall, raised the seat of the toilet and purged her stomach of its contents. The nausea continued on and on until she was finally dry-heaving. God, she felt so horrible.
Finally, she began to feel more normal again. Slowly, she exited to the bank of sinks and washed out her mouth. Afterward, she snatched up some paper towels and throught about Adam, who was no doubt waiting for her out in the hallway.
Tonight was going to be even more disgusting for her during her segment in the ring. She only hoped her stomach would hold up on her, though it wouldn't be an easy feat. Matt was going to propose due to her pregnancy now being known. What a sickening concept, even if for just a storyline.
When she was finally ready to leave the restroom, she took a deep breath to brace herself. She hadn't yet told Adam about the latest meeting with Bischoff. As she left the room, she decided now was as good a time as any to enlighten him on it.
"Ames... There you are..." the tall blond man said as she stepped out. "... Aww, baby..." He was at her side in an instant, his strong arms encircling her waist as he drew her near. "... Morning sickness again?" His lips were in her hair, and he kissed her head with the gentlest, sweetest tenderness.
"Yes... No... I don't know," she answered.
The Canadian didn't fail to detect all of the anxiety in his wife's voice. She sounded... miserable. Holding her back slightly, his hands coming up to gently grip her shoulders, his green eyes met her hazel.
"Oh, God... What is it, honey? What happened now?" His gut clenched up, for he knew that whatever was troubling her, it had everything to do with Matt Hardy, Eric Bischoff and her storyline - as usual.
"I had another meeting with Eric earlier," she explained. She had to avert her gaze from his solemn forest-green eyes, as she knew those beautiful orbs would very quickly become filled with rage. "He told me the storyline... It's going to continue throughout my entire pregnancy until I go on maternity leave."
Adam blinked, absorbing her words, and intense anger filled him. He had to acknowledge, however, that the redhead's revelation was really no surprise at all. Hell, at this rate, he wouldn't put it past Bischoff to have their baby in the storyline once he or she was born!
"What a damn prick," he muttered. He could feel his blood pressure rising, and he wanted badly to march into the GM's office and punch his lights out. Things had just gone way too far, and it definitely wasn't a good idea for Amy to be anywhere near the ring or even ringside area while she was pregnant.
Suddenly, Adam released hold of his wife.
"Go back to my locker room.," he ordered.
"Adam, what are you-"
"Shh... Go." With that, he walked briskly toward the direction of Eric Bischoff's office for the night.