"What's this?" Amy asked aloud as she and Trish stepped into the locker room.  They had just arrived at the Skydome in Toronto, the little blonde's hometown - as well as, of course, Adam and Jay's.

Trish glanced over to where the other woman's eyes were looking, noticing the single red rose laying atop a small, gift-wrapped box.

"Hmm...good question.  But the more accurate question would be who is it for?"

The redhead picked up the flower, inhaling deeply of its beautiful fragrance, then turned her attention to the box.  She sat down on the couch in front of the small coffee table upon which the objects had sat, examining them.

"There's a little card here," she said, pulling it off of the box.  "That will tell us who they're for..."  Her hazel eyes widened in surprise as she read the typewritten words:

Amy-

These are just small tokens to let you know how much I care for you.  You are more special to me than I could probably ever express in words.  Good luck in your match tonight.  You'll be hearing from me again soon.

"Hmm..."

"Well?" the petite blonde asked impatiently as she lowered her bag to the floor and slid over to the other side of the couch.  "Who's this stuff for?"

"Me, actually..."  Amy handed her friend the small car, a tiny smile on her face.  As Trish read the note, she tore at the paper on the little box.

"Mmm!  Guliyan chocolates!" the redhead happily exclaimed.  She instantly tore open the box.  Whoever had left these for her obviously knew she had a weakness for the gourmet chocolate shells.

"This sounds awfully fishy to me," Trish said with a slight frown of disapproval.

"How so?" Amy queried as she popped a piece of chocolate into her mouth, nearly melting at the exquisite taste.

"The whole note - it sounds like some crazed, obsessive fan is stalking you..."

"You really think so?"

"It might be."

Amy took the card back from her friend and glanced it over again, wondering how anyone would know how much she loved Guliyans unless they knew her - and well enough, at that.  "Nah..."  She shook her head.  "I doubt it very much...it just seems like someone who knows me," she said wonderingly.

"I suppose..." the blonde said, one eyebrow arched.  She guessed it was a good possibility, considering the chocolates.  "Well...I guess that would mean that somebody likes you, Amy," she said, her face brightening with a genuine smile.

The redhead nodded, the tiny smile still on her face.  "Yeah...I wonder who it is?"

*

Chris Jericho set down the arena hallway to a locker room, no doubt in his mind who he would be paying this visit to.

He came to the appropriate door, then knocked as he waited for a response.

"Hey," Adam said as he opened the door to see the Undisputed champion.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Chris said as he pushed his way into the room without waiting for an invitation.  He sat down on a chair opposite the taller man.  Then, looking up at his friend, one corner of his mouth arched up into a devilish smirk.  "It's you, isn't it?"

"Huh?  What do you mean?"  Adam sat down and began pulling on his wrestling boots, as his match against Booker T was to occur within the first hour or so of the pay-per-view.

"Don't give me 'huh,'" Chris said.  "I just ran into Trish at the buffet room - she told me all about Amy's new secret admirer...a single, long-stemmed rose?  A box of Guliyan chocolates - her favorites?  C'mon, Junior - that totally reeks of you."

Surprised, the tall Canadian let out a sigh.  "Okay...I thought a lot about what you said last week over the last few days...and I decided to do this," he admitted.

Chris' smirk deepened.  "But she doesn't know it's you...my whole idea was for you to write her a letter and sign your name."  The thought had brewed in the blond man's mind for awhile the night he had last brought up the subject of Adam to Amy - he'd begun to have suspicions that the Canadian might reciprocate her feelings, and this would be a good way of him helping to get them together without actually spilling the beans to anyone.  It was a simple plan, but Adam had changed the rules.

"I know, but I thought a lot about it, and I like this idea better...and I think Amy will like having a secret admirer.  Women like that sort of thing."

Jericho started laughing.  "Yeah, I guess..." And since she's as clueless as you are, he thought, she's going to have fun trying to figure out who's so madly in love with her... Aloud, he said, "So, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm not sure," the younger man admitted.  "I guess I'll just have to play it by ear...

*

Amy was rapt as she and Trish sat in their locker room watching what was, so far, the best match of the night - Edge vs. Booker T.  Both men were very polished and fluid in the ring, and they paired off as opponents very nicely.  The only sloppy part of the bout had been when Adam had executed a hurricanrana from the top turnbuckle to Booker.  The blond man hadn't thrown his opponent far enough, and the former five-time WCW champion landed partially on Adam's back.

The redhead winced, and, simultaneously, she and Trish let out matching groans upon that spot in the match.  She realized how lucky Adam had been, because his back could have gotten really messed up if Booker had landed more solidly on him.

Amy sighed as she thought about her new secret admirer.  Basically, this man could be almost anyone, but in truth, she was hoping it was her handsome blond Canadian friend.  She bit her lip, knowing it couldn't be him, and she felt a wave of sadness.  Although she wanted more than anything for Adam to be her admirer, she didn't see how such a thing were possible - for one thing, she believed the tall blond would be more straight-forward if he had a thing for her - which was the same reason she'd never thought he'd had feelings for her.  She also didn't think that sort of thing was his style, in general.

So, who could this mystery man be?  Definitely not Chris - the other blond man was even less of a candidate than Adam was.  With his very outgoing demeanor, he was instantly eliminated from the redhead's mental list of possible secret admirers.  Without a doubt, Jericho would waste no time in letting a woman know he liked her.

Amy smiled as, in the ring, Edge suddenly began mimicking Booker T's pre-Spinarooi antics.  He waved a hand in the air, shaking his head almost maniacally before turning onto his back on the canvas.  Her small grin turned into a full-fledged, whole-hearted laugh as the blond man took it even further and attempted a Spinarooni.

She felt a tugging at her heart as the most unbelievable desire swept through her.  She wanted so badly for her new secret admirer to be Adam.  He was so very special to her.  She decided that, after the pay-per-view was over, she would meet up with him and play it subtle - try to find out whatever she could to find out if it was him.

*

Later, Adam and Jay sat in their locker room as they watched the triple threat Women's title match between Lita, Trish Stratus and the champion, Jazz.  They smiled at the fact that the little blonde diva had worn an outfit displaying the Canadian flag here in their hometown.  The crowd had responded to her with delight.

"God damn!" the taller man exclaimed as Jazz lifted the redhead up in that lethal-looking Chicken Wing submission hold of hers.  He didn't understand how the woman didn't dislocate her opponents shoulders executing the maneuver.  "Jeez, poor Amy.  That Jazz is very stiff in the ring - hell, I wouldn't want to face her."

"I know, man," Jay concurred.  "She'd probably rip our balls right off."  He shuddered at that imagery.  He'd always considered Joanie Laurer to be pretty stiff in the ring, but the former Intercontinental champion was gentle in comparison to the current Women's title-holder.

The match lasted several more minutes, ending up with Trish being shoved off the apron to the floor, only to have the same thing happen again as she valiantly attempted to get back up, and Lita being superplexed by Jazz.  After that move, the champion pinned the redhead for the three and the win, retaining her title.

"No fair!" the shorter blond complained.  "Me and Trish should've been allowed to win."  Earlier that evening, he had lost his own match against DDP.

"Yeah, right - with your current gimmick, what makes you think you'd get pushed enough to win at WrestleMania?" Adam quipped.  And then, as he noted the expression on Jay's face, he regretted what he'd said.  "Oh, Jay...I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean-"

"Forget it, Adam...just forget it.  At least the crybaby angle's going to end soon enough."

Adam couldn't help feeling guilty.  He knew how much Jay hated his current predicament in the company.

"Let's go visit the girls..." his best friend suggested.  He stood up and headed for the door, and Adam rose and followed him.  As they walked to the curtain where the three competitors would be returning from their match, he held his breath, wondering if Amy had figured anything out about her new secret admirer...