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*April 12, 2004*
Amy watched the monitor intently as Adam made his way to the ring. He'd just gone out there to interrupt Johnny Nitro, who was spouting off about General Manager Eric Bischoff.
A smile quirked at her lips. God, that man just looked so particularly delectable tonight. Sometimes, she still had a little trouble believing she was really *with* him, let alone engaged to marry him a mere five days away. He looked so hot tonight, all decked out in black, with a black shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. His long blond hair was slightly damp, and she loved his goatee-covered face. His beard had become a bit fuller over the last week, and he knew she liked it that way.
Johnny had a bad shoulder, and so he was wearing a sling. But the young man didn't seem to be threatened as he unabashedly hurled insults Edge's way. The banter went back and forth for awhile, and the redhead leaned forward to take in every word, every movement from her man. She couldn't help but laugh as he insulted Nitro to the max.
"And when you get up off of your knees... Deliver this message to Bischoff-" With that, the tall blond man speared the hell out of the young Tough Enough 3 winner.
The redhead was enjoying herself so much that, at first, she didn't hear the knock on the locker room door. All that was on her mind for the moment was Adam - waiting for him to return here, and their wedding that was taking place in only five more days.
The knock sounded again, louder this time. She looked up with wonder, startled, and made her way toward it. As she opened the door, the face she saw on the other side was definitely not a welcome one.
"Yes?" She forced herself not to display her displeasure.
"Amy," Eric Bischoff said smugly, a smile plastered on his face, "come join me in my office - we have to discuss a little something."
The redhead arched a brow, and her guard shot way up, but she nodded and followed him.
*
Adam glanced down at his casted hand, turning it around and over. It seemed to be healing normally, although he hadn't actually had a match to test it out yet. Six days away was Backlash, which was one day after his wedding. That would be the test, and he knew it would be a challenge to wrestle with a broken hand. But he'd worked through injuries before - bad knee, concussion, dislocated shoulder... He could deal with it.
Just as he began to once again wonder where Amy was, the locker room door opened, and the redhead sauntered in. She looked quite happy, a pretty smile adorning her face.
"Hey."
She instantly made a beeline for him, her arms opening, and she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him. The blond man chuckled and happily wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her securely against him.
Amy cocked her head, pressing her lips instantly to his, and he moaned as he felt her tongue slip into his more than willing mouth. Her hands tangled in his long blond hair as he swirled his own tongue around hers. God, the intensity between them was almost overwhelming.
Finally, she broke the kiss, pulling her head back as Adam let out a small moan of protest. She laughed and raised one hand, placing her forefinger to his lips. He, in turn, kissed the tip of her finger.
"I have somenews," she revealed. "I just got back from a quick meeting with Eric."
A veil crossed the tall blond man's green eyes. Bischoff? Somehow, he figured that could only mean bad news. He knew he and the redhead were on the General Manager's shit list.
"Uh oh, what-"
"It's something *good*," she said, interrupting him. Her hazel eyes sparkled. "After Backlash, I'm going to be in a big storyline with Glen... And since *you've* been the one feuding with him, it looks like I'll be in a storyline with *you*, too."
Adam blinked at her, surprised. This was certainly interesting news. Slowly, a smile returned to his face.
"Oh, really? Well, that's just about... well, *fantastic*."
The redhead giggled, tilting her head as she clasped her arms around his neck again.
As their lips met again, the blond man couldn't help but wonder exactly what was up. For the life
of him, in spite of the news Amy relayed, he was suspicious.