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*RAW, September 13, 2004*
Amy checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before deciding to finally head out of the women's locker room. Glen had a match in a bit, and she was prepared to stand at ringside. She was wearing a pretty black lace shawl over a baby blue tank top, her belly protruding. She smiled and placed a hand on the swell. She loved the way she felt, and she could feel baby Cody moving around, as though he were sensing his mother's emotions.
She only wished that somehow, Adam were here with her tonight. However, after getting the Intercontinental title stripped from him last week, her husband was at home, taking it easy.
God, but that man was stubborn. Amy recalled how he had insisted that he wanted to travel to RAW with her tonight, but she wouldn't hear of it. He needed to stay at home and heal from his torn groin - not move around and travel from place to place.
The redhead was still smiling as she crossed over to the door to leave. As she pushed it open and stepped out, however, she instantly collided with someone else who was trying to enter.
"Ow! You clumsy bitch!" It was none other than Torrie Wilson, the tall blonde stooping over to grab at her foot. Accidentally, Amy had stepped on it.
"Sorry - I didn't mean to step on your foot," the redhead said. "But fuck you." Smiling coldly, she glared directly in the other woman's shocked eyes and merely shouldered her way past her to go to Glen's locker room.
As she strode down the hallway, Amy failed to notice newcomer Gene Snitsky eyeing her. As she passed him by, a slow, broad smile came to his face.
*
Glen Jacobs was just completing the task of lacing up his boots when the knock sounded at his locker room door. Straightening up, the big man went to answer it, smiling when he saw his visitor.
"Hey," he said.
The redhead smiled warmly.
"Hey... I was just about to go to gorilla. Ready?"
"You bet," Jacobs said. He joined the pregnant woman out in the hall. "How's that husband of yours holding up?"
"He's not too bad," Amy replied but then shook her head. "Stubborn, though."
Glen laughed.
"Well, that's nothing new."
"No, it isn't," the young woman agreed with a small laugh of her own. "That man could drive me crazy with all his worrying. Can you believe he was actually going to come here with me tonight?"
Glen smirked, amused. It was pretty cool, actually, the way the blond man was so protective of his wife.
"That sounds just about right. So, where is he? At home, or did he insist on accompanying you to the hotel?"
"No, he's home," the redhead said. She couldn't help the tiny smile that touched her lips. Never in her life could she recall being as in love with any man as she was with Adam. He was just so precious.
They reached gorilla position and stood there for a few minutes. Amy chewed her lower lip thoughtfully and then spoke again.
"So, who is this guy you're facing tonight?"
"Gene Snitsky, I think his name is," Jacobs replied. "From what I hear, he was up in OVW up until last month."
"Ahh... Okay, cool. Ready for the match?" the redhead asked.
"Damn straight."
*
Amy watched the action from ringside intently. The match had been anything but pretty. In fact, Snitsky was just as big a man as Glen, and it seemed to be mostly a brawl - just the way the Kane character liked it.
Her onscreen husband ran out to the arena floor to gather up a chair. She perked up as he ran back in with the steel in hand, and then he positioned it so that it wrapped around the fallen Snitsky's neck.
That was her cue. The redhead entered the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Gingerly, she removed the chair from Snitsky and then Glen grabbed her by the arm, turning her around and yelling at her.
The spot called for Kane to wrench the chair out of Lita's hands and for her to scramble out of the ring before Snitsky could attack the Big Red Monster. But that was not what ended up happening - not by a longshot.
Amy tossed down the chair as the yelling fest continued. And then, so quickly she could barely even react, she noticed Snitsky rise and strike in her peripheral vision.
The redhead hardly knew what hit her as Glen suddenly fell not only against her, but on *top* of her, and she crashed to the ring canvas on her back. Jacobs was *on* her - he'd fallen as well - right onto her stomach...
... Amy's eyes shut tightly upon the impact, and her body was suddenly gripped by the most intense pain she'd ever experienced in her life.
"Oh, my God!" she heard Glen shout. She opened her eyes to see his were wide and full of fear - not something one typically read in his eyes.
Amy clutched her stomach and began to cry out. The baby... Dear God, something was definitely wrong.
Both Glen and the referee were checking on her, the official standing up straight once again to signal for help. And the pain... The pain was so intense, and it wouldn't stop!
*
Adam sat up on the couch, not even acknowledging his pain as his eyes widened in horror. He could not believe what he'd just witnessed happening on live television, right before his very eyes - and to his own wife, no less. Glen's opponent, some new guy named Snitsky, had struck the big man from behind with a chair - causing Jacobs to lose his balance and fall right on top of the pregnant Amy!
The redhead was moaning in pain, clutching her slightly bulging abdomen. Adam felt sick, and slightly dizzy, as though he were about to pass out.
He tried to get up as quickly as he could manage, but the pain of his groin injury impeded his progress. However, he gritted his teeth and hobbled to the phone, managing to keep his gaze glued to the TV the entire time. By now, EMTs had arrived to administer to his wife, and they were placing her gently on a stretcher. Glen looked concerned and horrified at the same time as he stayed by Amy's side.
Adam's breath was coming in short, fast gasps as he dialed the number. He was relieved when a person answered.
"I need to book a flight as soon as possible!"