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*RAW, October 4, 2004*
Adam ran out to the ring with a ferocity he hadn't quite known in awhile. That night was Edge's return following his month out of action with his torn groin, and hell, he was going to make an impact.
He raced at top speed, his mind not seeing that it was Paul Levesque he was spearing although the spot called for him helping Chris Jericho and Chris Benoit against Triple H, Batista and Ric Flair - not in a match, but in a standoff involving an ambush and the World Heavyweight Championship.
Adam held up the title belt, glaring and shouting after Levesque. At the immediate moment, although it had been his dream since childhood, he couldn't care less about the belt. Visions of that no good bastard Gene Snitsky flitted through his head, as did the memory of Amy laying on the ring canvas, writhing in the most unbearable pain. And on top of that, he kept recalling that pathetic little mouse Eric Bischoff telling his wife that her miscarriage was going to be incorporated into her storyline. How he'd not completely lost it by now was, to him, some sort of miracle.
The tall blond man quietly made his way backstage as the segment came to a close. Next up, he had a backstage interview. While he really wasn't in the mood for that, he was a team player. Besides, he'd decided he was going to put all of his anger, aggressions and frustrations into that interview. He was fully prepared in that regard.
When the interview finished and the cameras cut, Adam turned without a word and stalked away. He had one thing, one *person*, in mind to see, and nothing was going to stop him.
"Hey, man," Chris Jericho said, sidling up to him from seemingly out of nowhere. The other man looked somewhat tentative, even sheepish, which was pretty much non-existent for him. "Trish and I were wondering if you guys wanted to go out for a drink or something after RAW..."
"Not now, Chris." The taller man stepped past him without so much as even glancing at his friend.
Jericho blinked as he looked after him and scratched his head. He didn't quite know how to respond.
"... Sorry, then."
Adam stalked his way down and through the hall, determined not to stop until he encountered the man... The man responsible for Amy's and his anguish had to pay.
He ignored everyone he passed by, everyone, even friends. Hell, if Vince McMahon himself were here and tried to stop him, he would even ignore *him* and keep going and searching. He was a man possessed.
He finally found him... The big man was in a locker room with the door opened, his profile showing to him as he appeared to be searching one of his bags.
Adam saw red. He charged at the guy, nearly growling as he yelled.
"You fucking piece of crap! I'll *kill* you!!"
Snitsky looked up just in time to see the fericiously enraged blond man lunge at him, long hair and fists flying. He put his arms up in a defensive manner, trying to protect his face. He didn't even fight back as he'd been so caught off-guard.
The Canadian kept pounding the man he hadn't even actually met, a string of curses leaving his lips.
"You bastard, you killed my son!"
Snitsky tried to squirm away but instead fell through the open door into the arena hallway and to the floor. Adam was right there on top of him, continuing to punch and brawl. And then, Gene finally gained enough of his wits about him to hit back.
Thanks to the enormous amount of adrenaline running through his veins, Adam barely felt the fist that connected with his stomach. He doubled over, a gush of breath rushing from his open mouth, for only seconds before he recovered. He snarled as he again flung himself on Snitsky.
A bit of a crowd had gathered as wrestlers and divas left their locker rooms, conversations and various tasks to check out the commotion. One of those people was Jericho, who ran directly over to break up the fight. Glen Jacobs did the same, grabbing Gene as Chris grabbed Adam.
One of the other individuals witnessing the fracas happened to be Amy. She watched on in horror as her husband struggled, wild-eyed, in their friend's grasp.
"You son of a bitch!" Adam spat. "I should *kill* you!"
"Enough, man," Jericho said. "It's not worth it."
Adam cast a murderous look over his shoulder at the shorter blond, and for maybe the first time ever in their friendship, Chris was actually afraid of him.
Amy stepped closer toward them, and only then did the Canadian finally see her. He noticed the sadness in her hazel eyes and started to actually feel ashamed... But he'd done nothing wrong, nothing any other man in his position wouldn't have done!
"Well, well, well..." A new voice hit Adam's ears, and he groaned angrily as he felt his eyes momentarily glaze over with exasperation. "... What do we have here? Causing trouble *again*, Copeland?" Eric Bischoff went on as he approached the tall blond man.
Adam said nothing, but Jericho loosened, then completely released his hold on him.
"Look like we'll have to have a little meeting," the General Manager said, all traces of amusement now wiped clean off his face. "Right *now* - in my office!"
The blond man glared at the little worm before shifting his glaring green eyes to Snitsky. Finally, he glanced back over
at his wife, silently reading her pleading eyes - 'Please, Adam... Do whatever he says.' - before walking away with Bischoff.