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*August 15, 2004 - SummerSlam*
"Thank *God* you're losing tonight!"
Matt looked over at Torrie sharply. It seemed an odd statement coming from his girlfriend, as she knew how much he hated losing his matches. Yet, the elder Hardy knew how very much the platinum blonde hated his storyline. If Matt didn't know better, he could swear that Torrie was jealous that he was working onscreen with Amy again. Not to mention, the Matt and Lita thing was all about love and romance, plus his character had proposed marriage to the redhead. As for his match later that night, he would be facing Kane, and the winner would have the honor of marrying the pregnant Lita. Despite a DNA test determining that the Big Red Monster was supposed to be the child's father, Matt Hardy the character *still* wanted to marry Lita, raise the baby as his own and be a family. For some reason, the dark-haired man wished the child in the storyline was *his*. That would just be added salt in the wound Adam Copeland no doubt felt, since that bitch Amy *was* carrying *his* baby.
He offered Torrie a cross between a crooked grin and a smirk.
"Gloat, why don't you?"
"I didn't mean..." The blonde's blue eyes widened for a beat. "... You *know* what I mean. Matt, why'd you have to end up in a storyline with *her*?" She took hold of his right arm, nearly squeezing the bicep, and batted her long, heavily mascaraed eyelashes at him. "We should've been paired up onscreen again - just like on SmackDown." The truth was, Torrie really missed those days. She hadn't had too many matches since she'd moved over to the RAW roster, but when she *did* wrestle, she seemed to get buried. So far, she'd been in the ring with Women's Champion Molly Holly, Gail Kim and Trish Stratus. The one match she'd had against Molly had been a non-title, and like Trish had done to her in their two matches thus far, the brunette had basically made a fool of her. Gail had been the only one she might actually have a fair chance at defeating - but she knew Trish and Nora Greenwald were such great friends of Amy's. She hated them and knew they hated her right back. And on SmackDown, well, the situation there sickened her. Where she'd once held the position of top diva there, another close friend of the redhead's, Dawn Marie, was now the number one diva. Leave it to that slutty brunette to steal *her* thunder now that she was gone.
"Yeah," Matt said, pulling his arm from her grasp to encircle it around her waist, "I *do* know what you mean." He shook his head with hopelessness, the truth of his situation perturbing him. "If it weren't for my knee, I'd be winning this damn match."
Torrie's expression darkened as she was abruptly reminded of the fact that her boyfriend's left knee was a mess. Matt needed surgery due to a torn ACL. *That* was why he would be losing against Jacobs tonight at such a huge pay-per-view, and why, after the following week's RAW, he would be disappearing for at least the next six months. It was enough to make Torrie cry - again. How would she go on over here without him?
*
Amy turned around and around in front of the vanity, examining her now noticeably pregnant figure in the mirror. She smiled at what she saw. While she'd been mostly miserable at work for the last several months, things were definitely looking up again. Glen would be getting the win at tonight's match, and therefore, her character of Lita would be marrying Kane and not that pathetic Matt Hardy.
Her nightmare was finally coming to an end.
"Look at you..." she heard Trish Stratus exclaim, her friend's head suddenly visible in the mirror as she peered over Amy's shoulder. "... you look absolutely adorable!"
The redhead turned around to face the blonde, all smiles.
"Thanks," she said cheerfully. "I feel great - for a change."
"I believe it," Nora Greenwald said from her spot several feet away. She was lacing up her wrestling boots in preparation for her match against Lisa Marie Varon, better known as Victoria to wrestling fans. "Feels like a great weight's been lifted off your shoulders, huh?"
"That's *exactly* how it feels," Amy replied. She was so happy. She was married to the love of her life, carrying his child, and now her career was finally starting to come together again. The redhead's eyes suddenly widened at an amazed realization. "Oh, my God..." Her hands instantly flew to her slightly protruding belly. "... He's moving around. I-I can *feel* him!" Quickly, she snatched one of Trish's hands and pressed it to her stomach. As the tiny blonde stood still and felt her friend's baby kicking, Nora hurried over.
"You're right," Trish said, her face bright with a smile of wonderment. "He's kicking all right... Amy!"
The redhead was absolutely delighted as she gestured to the brunette. As Trish removed her hand, Nora placed hers on Amy's belly.
"Wow, he's a lively one," the brunette said with a soft laugh.
"God, this is *amazing*!" the pregnant woman cried as she pressed one of her hands next to her friend's. "I've got to tell Adam - I'll be back!" She turned and hurried from the women's locker room, excitement clutching her as she wended down the hallway.
Halfway en route to her husband's locker room, she encountered none other than Matt.
"Whoa," the man exclaimed as she tried to get past him, "where are you going? I've got a match soon."
Amy rolled her eyes. Adam's match would be taking place before his, and he knew it, too. She also knew he just wanted to start with her.
"I don't see how it's any of *your* business," she snapped, her ecstatic mood suddenly darkening. "But if you *must* know, I'm going to see my husband."
"Figures," Matt said, making a face. "Well, when you see him, tell him I said to break a leg during his match - *literally*." He burst out in hysterical laughter at his own stupid remark.
Amy scowled, shaking her head. He was disgusting, a truly despicable excuse for a human being. She tried to pass, choosing not to grace him with a response, but the ass grabbed her by the arm, stopping her. The redhead became enraged and tore her arm from his grasp.
"Why are you rushing off?" Matt questioned her. His eyes scanned her, making the redhead suddenly just about sick to her stomach. She *hated* this man!
"Just look at you... Maternity clothes already, huh?" His gaze fixed on her stomach, and, so quickly she couldn't even pull back, her ex-boyfriend placed a hand on the small swell of her belly.
This time, Amy jerked back as though she'd been burned. Swift as lightning, she reached back and slapped Matt across the face.
"Don't ever touch me again!" she shouted, her face red with anger. She hurried away from him and down the hallway, leaving the man feeling an odd cross of stunned, amused and outraged.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," he muttered under his breath. "Oh, you'll pay."