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December 17, 2007 - Armageddon
Adam quickened his pace as he pulled his wheeled suitcase along. He was feeling extra anxious and excited, and he would be lying to himself if he didn't acknowledge that there were actually two reasons for that. One, he would be winning the World Heavyweight Championship in his triple-threat match against the Undertaker and Batista later that night, and two, he was going to get the chance to see Amy face-to-face, in the flesh.
He knew she didn't have a match scheduled, but she would indeed be at the arena. There were actually goosebumps on his skin, and he felt butterflies in his stomach.
"Would you slow down a little?" came a disgruntled voice. "You have to remember that some of us don't have legs as long as yours!"
The blond man smirked as he cast Phil a quick glance over his shoulder.
"Yeah!" This time, it was Melina who'd spoken. The pretty brunette actually had to stop because her bag had turned over. The straightedge superstar did so as well, giving his girlfriend a helping hand.
Adam sighed and stopped to wait for them. He supposed he had been walking extra fast, but he couldn't help it - not with his current mood.
The ringing of a cell phone distracted them, and the brunette reached into her pursed. She glanced at her phone.
"It's Jillian," she announced, then quickly flipped it open. "Hey, Jill."
The three began walking again as Phil took it upon himself to pull Melina's suitcase as well as his own.
"Yeah, we're almost inside," the pretty diva said. She walked alongside her boyfriend as she continued talking.
A moment or so later, she had an excited gleam in her eyes, a smile dominating her lovely face. She skipped ahead of Phil to hold the door open for him.
"Guess what? I've got a match tonight!"
"You do?" Adam questioned. He found that odd, as there hadn't been a women's match scheduled for the pay-per-view.
"Yeah... They just added it to the card. Actually, it's happening before we go on the air." She reached for her suitcase, relieving Phil of the task of towing it.
"Well, that's great, Mel!" the young man said with a grin. "Who's your opponent gonna be?"
Adam wasn't really paying all that much attention at that point - until Melina answered her boyfriend's question.
"The entire diva division. It's a battle royal."
The tall blond man stopped, turning fully around at the response. Amy would be competing that night. He couldn't be happier... He'd missed seeing her in the ring, as he knew how much she loved it. Hell, he'd missed her more than anything else and more than he could ever explain in mere words. He had to go see her later.
"Gotta go. Good luck in your matches later," the Canadian called to his friends. He held up a hand to them before bounding off down the hallway. He wanted to get to his locker room and get ready before scouring the hallway for Amy. He really wanted to talk to her. He wondered if she would be arriving alone or with Trish. He wondered a whole bunch of things and told himself to get it together. He was practically in knots just thinking about her.
As he reached the locker room, he tried to get hold of himself. He reminded himself that things were different now and not at all like old times. The redhead had broken up with him nearly a year earlier... On top of that, she had a new boyfriend now. And he himself was with someone as well. Rebecca...
Rebecca deserved better than him. The line played out in his head as he sat down in the room. He knew he didn't love her, at least not in that way. He'd told himself he did, told her as well, but the tall blond man knew otherwise. He'd been deceiving himself all this time, believing he was over Amy...
... He wasn't.
It was a fact he'd come to realize not merely the week earlier, when he'd seen her at the fifteenth anniversary show. Several months back, when he'd read some new articles on her and her band, and had viewed new pictures of her online, he just knew. And when you really got down to it, he knew he'd never stopped loving her.
As Adam dressed in his wrestling tights and boots, he knew he was in a real bind. He was in love with his ex-girlfriend, and he was with someone else. Amy was with someone now as well. Except for the fact that they weren't having an affair, it was sort of a similar situation to when they'd started seeing each other just over three years earlier.
He sighed with hopelessness and despair. He honestly believed there was one person out there who was meant to
be with each person. And he truly believed - and knew - in his heart that Amy Dumas was the one meant for him.