The woman felt it in her bones - she was going to come out of this four-corners match for the WWF Women's title the victor, retaining her championship.  She wasn't arrogant in the least, but she could eat all of these other women for lunch - Jacqueline, though tough and strong, hadn't won any matches in awhile, and she'd continuously defeated her, even in hardcore battles.  Trish Stratus - the petite blonde Canadian had yet to master the art of wrestling.  She had so far only competed in matches over the last four months, and all she could do was improve in the time to come.  And Ivory - well, let's face it - she had just about lost her mind ever since joining up with Steven Richards and his pack of goons, Right to Censor.

The woman was about to put an end to the match with one of her signature moves when two long-haired blond men ran out from the back and stormed the ring.  She was so focused, she hadn't even noticed them.  But suddenly, she felt a strong pair of arms lifting her up, another pair joining them, and the next thing she knew, she was side-suplexed.

There was nothing the young woman could do but lay on her back on the canvas, in pain.  As Ivory took the advantage by covering her for the three-count and therefore, taking away what was rightfully hers, the woman watched the men retreat to the back.  Her eyes narrowed with hatred as the taller of the two flashed a huge, toothy grin at her.  She vowed then and there to get even with him - because she knew that he, and not the other man, had been the instigator in this attack.  She would make him pay.

*

Several minutes later, with the help of the referee, after the young woman had managed to stand, she limped painfully to the backstage area.  The fans in the arena gave her a warm reception of cheers for her efforts, but she was deaf to that at the moment.  Right now, her focus lay on the young man who had taken away her dream - and cost her her Women's championship.

Once in the bowels of the arena, she made her way briskly to the locker room she knew the two men were sharing, and, without knocking, pushed her way inside.  There he was - still clad in his metallic silver wrestling tights.  He had immediately seen her as she barged in, and there was that ridiculous big, toothy grin he'd flashed at her only moments earlier.

"You bastard!" she shouted as she sprang on him, hitting him with all her might.  "I oughtta kill you!"

The blond man grabbed at the fiery young woman, taken by surprise at this ambush.  He'd known she was furious, but he'd never expected such violence.

"I hate you!" she spat as she drew back her right arm and punched him squarely in the nose.

"Oof!" the man exclaimed, letting go of her left wrist, which he'd managed to grab to prevent himself from being pummeled further.  He brought both hands up to his face, and when he looked at them, he saw they were partially covered with blood.

The woman initially looked surprised she had actually caused that much damage.  "I hope I broke your damn nose!" she shouted, a measure of satisfaction coursing through her.

"You bitch..." he hissed in a dangerously low voice.  "...you want to play rough, do you?"  The tall man grabbed the woman by her long red hair.  He yanked her head back slightly, glaring angrily into her face as a look of fear suddenly crossed her features.

"Let me go, asshole!"

"No...no, I'm not gonna let you go..."

Her expression darkened to fury as she tried to hit at him again.  He roughly pulled her toward him, still glaring down into her hazel eyes, noticing, not for the first time, just how beautiful she was.

As the woman stared daggers into him, she was having similar thoughts about him.  Although she loathed the man, she'd always found him...well, gorgeous.  He had a mysteriously dark, smoldering sensuality about him.

He was still tugging on her hair, of which she was painfully aware.  "Let me go!"

"No...not a chance!"  His emerald eyes widened as he smiled down cruelly at her.  Then, to the woman's shock, he dipped his head to hers and crushed her lips with his own.  She couldn't believe it - he was actually trying to kiss her!  Well, she'd show him!  She parted her lips slightly, and the man took this as an invitation.  As he slid his hot tongue into her mouth, she made her move.

"Ow!  You skank!  You bit me!"

She laughed at him, but it was cut short as he made another dive for her mouth, this time rougher than before.  She let out a small whimper as his large teeth brushed almost painfully against her smaller ones.

The man let go of her hair, pressing himself taut against her as he backed her into a wall.  His lips never moved off hers for even a second with the motions.

The young woman squirmed, continuing to whimper a little as she attempted to twist her head away from his demanding lips.  After a few minutes, she gave up the struggle as she began to hungrily kiss the blond man back with a passion she'd never quite known.

He pressed more tightly up against her, letting her feel his now rock hardness, and she gasped, then pulled back.  "Get off me!"  Her eyes went very wide as she glanced down, seeing the huge bulge in his wrestling tights.  Her frightened eyes rose again to meet his green ones, which seemed to sparkle with an almost maniacal glee.

He said nothing, only chuckling a little as he lifted her, carrying her to a table in one corner of the room.  She again struggled in his grasp and beat at his chest with her graceful hands.

As he lay her on her back on the hard, uncovered table, he leaned over her, lowering his lips on hers again, his hot tongue demanding entrance to the soft moistness of her mouth.  She kissed him back but made soft mewling sounds as he rubbed up against her.

A moment later, the young man turned his attention to her throat, kissing, licking and nipping at it.  The woman threw her head back and sighed deeply, enjoying this although her hands pushed ineffectually at his chisled chest.  Moving his lips over her skin, he placed one hand to one of her full breasts and cupped it.

The woman jerked back instantly, her hand reaching up to slap at his handsome face.  "Get your hands off me!"

Staring down at her, grinning almost maliciously, the man replied simply, in a low voice, "No..."  He returned his attention to her breast, seeking and fingering the nipple through the thin fabric of the lavender sport bra she wore.

"Oh...God!" she exclaimed as pleasurable sensations shot through her.  What he was doing to her breast combined with that hard bulge pressing between her parted legs was almost too much for her to bear.  Without thinking, she reached up and tangled her hands in his long, silky blond tresses and pulled his head down to hers, capturing his lips in a kiss so passionate it was dizzying.

Before she could protest, and quite frankly, she wasn't sure she even wanted to at this point, the blond had quickly pulled his tights down, freeing himself.  She gasped at the sight, her need nearly unendurable.

He undid the black cargo pants she was wearing, which elicited a bit of a snarl from her as she again tried in vain to slap his hands away.

"Stop it!" the woman cried, though she wanted more than anything for him to be inside of her.

Ignoring her meager protests, the man lowered her pants and pulled away her thong, then lowered his head.

"Oh, God!" the young woman exclaimed as his tongue prodded away at the most sensitive parts of her body.  He teased her a little, moving softly when she preferred a more firm movement.

"Oh, God...please," she whimpered, lifting her hips slightly to meet the motions of the man's tongue.  It seemed he always did enjoy tormenting her.

She tugged on his long hair - hard.  He proceeded to work on her the way he realized she wanted, and he moved his tongue faster and more firmly against her.  She tasted sweet, which pleased him.

In moments, her body was wracked with what had to be the most intense orgasm of her life.  She cried out loudly, the moans quickly becoming whimpers.

"Oh, God...oh, God," the woman whispered breathlessly.  She wondered where the other man was, his tag team partner.  "P-please!"

The tall blond man lifted his head from between her legs, grinning as he pushed forward and suddenly plunged into her, filling her.  His smile broadened as he realized how wet - and ready - she was for him.  He began to pump in and out of her body quickly, almost roughly, and her hands twined in his long golden locks with need.  She began to moan as the delicious ecstasy overtook her again.  And once again, she wondered where the man's partner was - but she realized that the notion that he could walk in and catch them - for the man giving her all this pleasure hadn't locked the door - turned her on even more.

"Oh, God!" she cried as she came again.  "Oh-"

"Say my name," the man ordered as he continued to thrust deep and hard into her.

"Oh, God...Edge!" she cried.

"My real name," he said in a hoarse whisper as his breathing became heavier.  "Say my real name..."

"Adam!"  She let loose and came again.  "Oh, Adam!"  She gripped his firm buttocks, kneading them in her hands, her fingernails gripping their flesh.

He grinned as he reached the brink immediately after her, collapsing onto her as he emptied himself into her.

"My God..." he breathed as he lay his head on her breasts, which were still covered by the sports bra.  The intensity of their coupling had been nearly overwhelming.  He savored the moment, basking in the afterglow, and, with satisfaction, digested his first taste of Amy Dumas...