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Amy headed down the hallway alone, on her way to the buffet room.  She was nervous as she still envisioned going out there in front of a live national audience with millions of eyes trained on her, an equal amount of ears listening to her every word with rapt attention as she made her shocking announcement.

She'd thought of asking Trish to go with her to the buffet, but the petite blonde had to get ready for her match against Molly Holly - in which the little brunette would defend her newly-won Women's championship.

The redhead avoided meeting the eyes of anyone she passed, not wanting to be grilled about what she'd done the previous night.  Anyway, at the moment, all she could think of was the monstrous hunger that had snuck up on her so suddenly.

Amy's hazel eyes practically lit up as she spotted a table full of scrumptious-looking gourmet sandwiches.  She trotted over and selected one, then turned to leave the room.

The redhead was considering stopping off to pay Chris a visit before returning to the women's locker room, but after she'd taken a couple of steps, she was stopped in her tracks.

Amy glanced warily at Jonathan Coachman as he approached her, a microphone in hand and a cameraman in tow.

Damn it... This was so completely inappropriate and unfair!  She wasn't prepared for an interview, and it hadn't been said that such a thing would be taking place anyway.  All she wanted for the moment was to relax and eat her sandwich in peace before she went out to the ring to make her announcement.

"Lita..." Coach began somewhat tentatively.

She eyed him with the briefest bit of annoyance - after all, she was being intruded upon here - before looking at him with a more neutral expression.

"May I ask why you gave up the Women's title last night at WrestleMania?  And why you walked out on what was perhaps the biggest match of your career?"

The redhead became flustered.  She was actually crestfallen that the Coach had had the nerve to do this - to approach her now, and without her consent.  But before she could so much as open her mouth to reply or protest, someone came to her rescue.

"Beat it, Coach..."

Amy whirled her head around at the sound of Adam's voice, and she was further surprised to see Benoit standing just slightly behind him.

Now it was Coach's turn to become a bit flustered.  He glanced from the tall blond man to the shorter Canadian with him.  "Edge...Chris Benoit, I was just-"

"We know what you were just, Coach...and you can forget about it," Adam said firmly, his green eyes hard, facial expression serious as he stared down the interviewer.

"But I only wanted to-"

"Can it!" Benoit snapped, his face near furious.  "Leave the lady alone...she obviously doesn't want to be interviewed."

Coachman eyed each of the two men with surprise, dumbfounded, but he didn't dare attempt to protest a third time.  Then, after issuing a soft-spoken apology to the redhead, he stalked away, the cameraman right behind him.

The trio watched the interviewer disappear down the hall, and then Amy turned to face her saviors.

"Adam...Chris...Thank you both for that."  She ran a hand through her long hair and sighed.  "I was waiting for that kind of ambush to happen."

"Hey, think nothing of it, sweetheart," the Wolverine said as he put an arm around her shoulders.  He lowered his voice to a near-whisper.  "Wasn't anything any nice big brother wouldn't do."

"Or any father of your baby wouldn't do..." the tall blond man said in sotto voce.

Amy looked up to meet his eyes, a tiny smile on her face.  As they began walking her a little ways down the hall, she couldn't help feeling guilty.  She knew she should tell them both what she would be doing later on - but she didn't.

"Well," Chris said as they reached his locker room first, "this is where I get off.  Stephanie told me my match against Eddy Guerrero is after the next one."

"Good luck..."

"Thanks.  See you two later," Benoit said with a wave before stepping into the room.

Adam and Amy walked together quietly for a beat before the redhead turned to the tall, handsome man.  "Who are you wrestling tonight?"

"William Regal.  Awakening an old rivalry," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh...That'll be a good match."

She looked up as they were suddenly in front of the women's locker room.  "Good luck...and I know I'll see you later..."  She bit her lip gently, wanting to say more to him - a lot more, but she didn't.  Instead, she gave him a small, somewhat uncertain smile.

"Thanks...Later, Ames."  The tall blond winked at her before turning around and continuing to his own locker room.

Amy bit her lip as she watched Adam's retreating form.  She wondered how he was going to react later on, when she made her shocking announcement - and she knew she'd definitely find out.