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Amy rushed into the arena, upset and sweating. She was late, and it had been years since that had last happened. It was all she needed since she had barely just returned to the WWE.
She'd had a brief incident on the road on her way. A car had side-swiped her rental, and she'd stepped out to get the other driver's information so she wouldn't be stuck paying for the damage when it wasn't her fault.
As she was nearing the women's locker room for the night, she suddenly caught sight of Adam as he showed recognition, and she quickly waved as she scrambled for the room.
"Amy! Hang on!" The tall blond man quickened his steps to catch up to her. "I'm so glad I caught you," he said. "I need to talk to you."
"Not now, Adam," she said, her hand lingering on the door handle. "I'm really late, so it'll have to wait till later."
"But it's important." His face grew sad.
"I'm sorry," she said, and she meant it. "Really... We'll talk later." With that, she pushed the door open and vanished inside with her bag.
Although crestfallen, Adam did understand. The redhead had only just arrived at the arena, when she should have been there hours earlier. He wondered what had happened to detain her, but then he figured he would find that out later.
The redhead wasn't surprised by the fact that the divas' locker room was empty sans her. She figured all the other women were by now in makeup, or else at catering if they weren't needed for the show.
As she went through her suitcase for the outfit she was going to wear for her SmackDown debut, she felt a twinge of sorrow. She already missed the girls from the RAW roster. Of course, there was Trish, her best friend anywhere. Never would she have thought they would return to the company and the business in general together, only to separate so soon after. Mickie too was a good friend, and she had been friendly with both Melina and Beth as well. She missed them.
At least there are Supershows and pay-per-views, she thought.
One thing was certain... This would be quite an experience. Sure, she had been in this position before, Lita and Edge, the Rated R Couple... However, the entire time during that storyline, she had been Adam's real-life girlfriend as well. Howe would it be for her now? And how would Adam feel about it?
At least she was no longer tied to the bounds of a relationship with Shane. The truth was, she wasn't exactly sure how he would have reacted toward the knowledge that she would be doing a romance angle with her ex-boyfriend, the man she'd been with before him. No doubt, he wouldn't have liked it... But he would have had to deal with it, regardless.
Within fifteen minutes, she was dressed and had her hair and makeup done by the cosmetologist. She headed out to gorilla when it came time for her segment. She knew it was a little cheesy, but she was interrupting the wedding of Edge and Vickie Guerrero. However, there was a slight difference in that she wasn't merely breaking it up. A certain other WWE wedding sprang to her mind, but the one big difference was that in the one taking place tonight, no one had been unconscious or unwilling.
Amy got her cue from a stagehand, and she nodded as she stepped past the area for the curtain. Her stomach was suddenly filled with nervous butterflies as she made her way to the entryway.
The priest had just asked if anyone had any cause for objection as to the nuptials. This was where Lita came in.
She raised the microphone in her left hand up to her lips.
"Hold on there, father... I believe you asked a question. Well, I have reason to object!"
The noise from the fans in the crowd was deafening. They all knew what was coming, or some of it, at least. Some were booing and chanting 'slut' at her. She was used to that, but at least now it was minimal and being hurled at Lita - not at Amy Dumas. Others were cheering, clearly fans of the Rated R Couple. She liked that.
A wedding gown-clad Vickie glared over at her, a scowl coming to her lips. She started to speak into a mic of her own as the 'groom' merely stood by, a smirk crossing his features.
"Who the hell do you think you are, Lita?!"
Amy stood there, cocking her head with a smirk of her own. She raised the mic again to reply.
"I think the video footage I've got handy will answer your question."
A video package began to play. It showed Edge and Lita up close together and being quite affectionate and touchy-feely. Then, the screen widened to show their surroundings... They were in a wedding chapel, having themselves a private little ceremony as they exchanged marriage vows!
The crowd was reacting perhaps even more, and louder, than they'd done moments earlier.
The redhead began walking down the ramp.
"You see, Vickie, you couldn't possibly marry Edge... Not when he's already married - to me!"
The General Manager stood with her mouth wide in shock as the fiery diva entered the ring. And Edge's wife flashed her left hand the other woman's way for added emphasis.
Amy reached out and grasped Adam's hand. Without a single word, he followed her out of the ring, which had been set up into a makeshift chapel.
By the time the pair made their way up the ramp, Vickie was yelling and raging, throwing a huge tantrum. Chavo, her nephew, was at her side, unsuccessfully trying to calm her down.
The Rated R Couple stood with matching smirks on their faces. And this was the moment of truth, the part Amy considered the most awkward... She knew how she felt about the blond man, and it stung that they were not together now. Could she do this without her feelings getting in the way? She swallowed hard as she gazed up at him.
Adam dipped his head to kiss her, his hands cupping her face, tilting it at a suitable angle. He knew
this was just for the storyline, but by God, it felt amazing to be kissing her again. He didn't want it to end.