"It's great that you're on SmackDown now," the Canadian Crippler was saying to the redheaded diva.  Although he was known as being a little dry at times, and even misunderstood as being cold, he gave her a warm smile.  "We need more legit divas on this show."

"Well, I'm not supposed to be doing anything too strenuous until April," she told him, her eyes shifting over to meet Adam's.

"What about the hurricanrana the other night?"

"I...I shouldn't have done that," Amy admitted.  "I'm still a little sore two days later."

The man nodded, completely understanding where she was coming from, as he himself had suffered a very serious neck injury.  "Yeah, well...It's a long healing process.  Don't worry, you'll be better than ever."

Suddenly, Benoit got his cue, as his theme music began to play throughout the arena.  "Good luck out there, man," he said as he waved to Adam, giving the other man a smile.

"Good luck to you, too, Chris."

The redhead bit her lip as the Wolverine disappeared through the curtain.  She glanced down at the floor, wondering how this night was going to turn out.  It was actually the first time she would be walking out with Adam - since, at her SmackDown debut, she'd merely run out to give him a hand.

"You ready to do this?"  Adam's intense voice suddenly penetrated her thoughts.

She looked up, instantly meeting his beautiful emerald-green eyes, and an odd but not unpleasant floating feeling came over her.  She nodded.

"I'm ready."  A gentle smile touched her lips.  Something other than the match was actually running through her mind, and she wondered if the blond man could see it on her face.

The tall Canadian reached over for her hand, grasping it and squeezing it gently, and Amy's breath caught at the sensation.  She glanced down at their joined hands, curling her fingers around his, and slowly rose her gaze to his face.

He was gazing at her tenderly, his customary huge grin gone for the moment, replaced instead by a soft, small smile on his closed lips.  Oh, God... The look in his face, in his eyes - it was so intense, Amy felt as though she were melting under its weight...

And then, suddenly, Chris Benoit's music stopped and Edge's music began.  The spoken lyrics of his original theme song, "You Think You Know Me," sent shivers rippling up her spine.

Adam reluctantly released the redhead's hand, and the pair made their way past the curtain together.  Amy made sure to stay directly at his side, intending to walk beside rather than behind him - she felt that Edge and Lita should be seen that way, side-by-side.

Out on the stage before the entryway, the combination of Rob Zombie's "Never Gonna Stop" and the screams from the crowd was nearly deafening to her ears, but it was a pleasant feeling.  She'd been out of action for a long time after her neck injury, and although she wasn't here competing, it was gratifying to know how much the fans valued her - and they seemed absolutely in love with the idea of Lita walking out with Edge.

The diva gazed at Adam as he rushed around the stage and gestured to the fans, much to their delight.  She smiled as she took in his appearance - he'd worn his black Edgehead shirt with orange lettering specially for Halloween to go along with his black tights.  As always, he looked great.

The tall blond man turned to face her, and she gave him a winning smile as they headed down the ramp together.  He entered the ring in his usual fashion, sliding in belly-first under the bottom rope, and, instead of following suit the same way as she normally would, she took the steel rings stairs to get up to the apron.  She hadn't forgotten that she was wearing a dress for Halloween tonight - and a very short one, at that.

Much to her pleasant surprise, before she could step over the bottom rope, Adam came over and parted the ropes for her.  She gave him a grateful smile as she entered the ring, her heart swelling even more for him.