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Amy was lounging in the bed in her hotel room, flipping through a magazine, the TV droning in the background, when she suddenly realized someone was knocking on her door.
The redhead dropped her reading material, then bounded up to the door. A quick look through the peephole told her it was Adam who was visiting her.
"Hey..." she said with the slightest bit of surprised after opening the door for him.
The tall blond man looked somewhat nervous and serious as he gazed at her.
"Hey, Amy...I'm sorry if I disturbed you..."
"You didn't," she assured him, then held the door open slightly wider so he could enter the room.
Adam stepped inside tentatively, his gaze traveling over the small room and Amy's personal effects in particular. Although they would be moving on to another town in the morning, the diva had somehow managed to give the place her own special, feminine touch.
"What's up, Adam?" Amy questioned, her hands clasped before her as she stood by him. He appeared slightly more at ease than he had a moment ago.
"I just...err...wanted to talk to you..."
The redhead gazed at him expectantly, her head cocked to one side.
"I just want you to know I don't want to take any part in this stupid match at Judgment Day..." Adam went on, raking his hand through his hair but fixing his green eyes intently on her hazel ones. "When Eric Bischoff told me about it, I was adamantly against it and let him know that...but he's insisting on the match taking place..."
"I know..." Amy said, her eyes closing with resignation for just the very briefest moment. "Adam, it's not you he's trying to get to - it's me..."
"But why?"
"Because he's a pathetic, bitter, evil troll of a man..." the diva replied, her gaze fixed on him intensely. She swallowed hard, a bit embarrasssed as she explained. "You see, not too long ago, our lovely General Manager propositioned me..."
The blond Canadian man arched an eyebrow at the admission, though he had to acknowledge he wasn't really all that surprised. Eric Bischoff was an exceptionally sleazy man, and he would have never put it past the GM to hit on any of the divas. Quite simply, the man was a pig.
"...So, basically, when I turned him down flat, he planned out a means of revenge..." Amy continued. "And this is how he did it..."
Adam noted the sadness and resignation in her voice, and it made him feel unhappy. She seemed so lacking in hope.
"And so, you agreed to this match? I mean - I have to put you through a table, Ames...And not the way the Dudleys would do it, either..."
Well, what other choice do I have?" she asked dejectedly, her arms spread in a helpless gesture. "I either sleep with the bastard - which I have no stomach for, not to mention compromise my principles - or just keep my mouth shut and go along with it...Personally, I think the second option is the more attractive one. It's only a match, after all..."
The tall blond man examined her lovely face, so full of determination. She was so admirable - but all of his instincts were telling him that this was just...wrong...