Adam had already eaten a small sliver of the cake, not really in the mood for sweets.  He took a sip of water from the Poland Spring bottle he was holding as he watched the show.  At the moment, the camera was focused on the inside of Austin, Triple H and Stephanie's locker room, and the two men conversed in the background until the brunette asked if they wanted to include her in on their little chat.

"Why would Vince have Stephanie in the ring, anyway?" the tall blond asked rhetorically.  "What can she actually do besides yell with that annoying, whiny voice of hers?"

"Nothing much," Jay agreed with a chuckle.  "Well, what do you expect?  Vince wants his little princess in the spotlight...God, what a joke last year, when he let her be the Women's champion for all of four months!  Even Ivory and Jackie didn't get to hold onto the title that long!"

"Yeah," Adam agreed as he ran a hand through his long blond hair.  "But I have to admit that even back then, when Amy and I couldn't stand to even be in the same room together, I was happy to see her beat that brat and get the title away from her."

"Oh, who wasn't?"

A few minutes later, they were both deeply engrossed in the match.  Adam winced as Triple H got the better of Jeff, the colorful-haired young man getting repeatedly battered.  He was anxiously waiting to see the two women get into the ring for some action and was beginning to think that would never happen - but then, the four men were suddenly all battling it out on the arena floor.

He felt a rush of satisfaction run through him as Amy suddenly flipped the spoiled brunette into the ring.  The redhead wasted no time as she quickly executed a Twist of Fate, then climbed up to the top turnbuckle for her moonsault onto the other woman.

"That's my girl!" Adam happily exclaimed with a grin, both hands clenched and up before him in an appreciative gesture as Lita got the three and the victory for her team.  He and Jay high-fived one another.

"Hey, I honestly thought they were supposed to lose," the shorter blond said.

"Well, surprise, surprise..."  Adam suddenly grew silent as he watched the TV screen.  Triple H had slithered into the ring and stood behind the redhead, who was completely unaware of his presence.  In front of her, Stone Cold Steve Austin had re-entered the ring, and she backed up.

The Canadian winced as the diva turned around, suddenly realizing The Game was behind her and that she was trapped.

"Oh, no..."  His hands clenched into fists as he feared what would transpire next.  Austin was terrorizing the woman, and the next thing he knew, the man shoved her into Triple H.  Matt ran into the ring, fists flying as he forced The Game into a corner - but The Rattlesnake came back with a steel chair in hand.  He smashed the Hardy Boy in the back with it, then continued hitting him.  Jeff received exactly the same as he stepped into the ring to help his brother and his friend, and then Triple H delivered the Pedigree.

"Oh, man," Jay breathed.

As Stone Cold returned his attention to the darker Hardy, Lita positioned her body on top of his in a protective manner.  Adam let out a gasp when the man suddenly brought the chair down on her back.  But that was nothing compared to the way he smashed the edge of it repeatedly into her mid-section.

"What the fuck?!"

Jay whipped his head around to stare at his best friend.  Adam's eyes were slightly wide, an expression the combination of shock and rage on his face.  The tall blond sat up, leaning toward the TV set as he watched the two men continue to brutalize his girlfriend.

"Oh, my God...son of a bitch!" he shouted when Triple H suddenly Pedigreed Amy.  The redhead lay limp on the canvas until the burly man began to drag her around the ring by a tuft of her long hair.  Afterward, The Game yanked her to her feet and it was Austin's turn.  The Texan gave her the finger, then kicked the diva in the stomach, following that up with a Stone Cold Stunner.

Adam couldn't believe his eyes.  Although he knew this unwarranted attack had all been scripted, he was furious nonetheless.  He wanted to get his hands on the asshole who had written the storyline - maybe choke the life out of them.  What if Amy was hurt?  Chances were that she very well might be - she had taken numerous chair shots, been the victim of a Pedigree and a Stunner - she couldn't possibly be one-hundred percent after all that.

"God dammit!" the tall Canadian shouted as he stood up and began to pace the floor of the small room in his agitation and worry.  "She looks like she may be hurt, Jay!"  His green eyes were glued to the screen, full of concern.

"Nah - I'm sure she's okay, Adam," the other man said.

"I have to go to her..."

"What?  How are you going to do that now?  We're here in New York, she's in Boston."

"I don't care!" Adam cried.  "Come on, Jay - look at her!"  He pointed to the TV screen.  "I can't just sit idly by over here while my girlfriend has just had her ass kicked by two men!"

"Calm down, man...like I said-"

"Damn that Vince McMahon!" the taller blond yelled angrily, interrupting his friend.  He pounded a fist down onto the top of the television set, and Jay flinched, thinking it a miracle that it hadn't been broken with the force of the blow.  He had always known Adam had quite the temper, and he wouldn't put it past him to lift up the TV and hurl it clear across the room.  He was thankful when that didn't happen.

*

Amy was in the middle of a semi-pleasant dream, having fallen asleep pretty quickly after a quick shower.  She heard a familiar sound in her sleep but couldn't place it in her dream.

She suddenly awoke, her eyes snapping open as she became aware that she was no longer alone in her hotel room - or her bed.

Before she could roll onto her other side, or leap out of the bed, the diva felt a strong pair of arms encircle her waist from behind.  She squirmed in the grasp.

"What the-"  She managed to roll off the bed, landing on her bare feet, her breathing hard and fast as she reached over the nightstand.  As the lamp suddenly illuminated the room, Amy was taken aback as she saw the person still on her bed - who'd had his arms around her.

"Adam!  You scared the hell out of me!" she cried.  She wondered why she hadn't known it was him just by the scent of his aftershave.

"Sorry, babe."  The handsome blond man gave her a sweet smile.

"What are you doing here?!" she asked as she lowered herself back onto the bed.  She had to pinch herself to ensure she wasn't dreaming this.  "You're supposed to be in New York."

"I was," he replied, his eyes locked on hers as he turned over onto his right side, propping himself up on his elbow, resting his head on his hand.  He reached over with his other hand to gently run his forefinger slowly up her bare arm.  "But I had to go to you after what happened earlier tonight..."  His emerald eyes looked concerned as he gazed into her beautiful face.  "...I saw what Austin and Helmsley did to you."  He sat up and leaned toward the redhead.  "Baby, are you all right?"  He moved his hand to her cheek, stroking it gently.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Amy replied, her eyes locked on his.  She felt touched at the realization that Adam had been worried about her following the events that had occurred after her match.  Her heart swelled with more love than ever for him.

"Are you sure?"

"Well..."  She tilted her head slightly to the right, pressing her left hand to the other side of her neck.  "...I do feel very, very slightly sore."

"Poor baby," the blond whispered as he continued to gaze at her, a look of extreme tenderness in his face.  "Lay down..."

The diva obliged, laying down on her back beside him.

"No, on your stomach...I'm going to give you a nice massage."

"Mmm...that sounds just about perfect," Amy murmured as she rolled over.  She let out a soft sigh as she felt Adam pull her pajama tee up until her shoulders were exposed.  A pleasant chill went through her as she felt his large warm hands on her skin.

Adam massaged her shoulders, neck and back firmly, but not too hard, as he didn't want to hurt her.  He straddled her, making sure to not put his weight on her body but the bed.  He smiled as some soft exclamations of pleasure escaped the woman's lips.

"That feels great..."

The blond lowered himself slightly so that his face was closer to her.  Amy could feel his warm breath against her shoulders, then the tender kiss he placed on her back.  He moved his lips all over her, then straightened up a bit as he slid his hands underneath her a bit, his fingertips just barely making contact with the soft, sensitive flesh of her breasts.

"Oh..."  She was already breathless, already completely aroused and ready for him.  "That feels good, too," she breathed.

"You mean this?"  The Canadian returned his hands to her breasts.

"Well, yes, that too...but I really meant this."  She blindly reached behind her, her hand instantly going to rub him through his pants.  He had very quickly and easily developed a hard on as he'd begun massaging her.

He moved as he realized she wanted to turn over onto her back, then straddled her again.  The redhead returned her attention down low on him, rubbing at the large bulge in his pants.

Adam let out a soft groan of pleasure, and suddenly, Amy was undoing his pants.  As he began to help her to undress him, he couldn't suppress the chuckle that suddenly left him.

"What's so funny?" Amy asked as she studied his handsome face, which wore an amused expression.  She thought she'd maybe tickled him.

"Oh, I was just thinking about something Jay said earlier tonight..."  He shook his head.  "...he made a joke about me not 'getting any action' tonight, and that I'd have to use this."  He held up his right hand to her.

The diva smiled.  "Well, he was definitely wrong about that."

Adam kept his eyes on hers, a feeling of tenderness washing over him.  In a flash, he lowered himself to her and pressed his lips against hers.  Their kiss was so passionate, it was dizzying, and they were both nearly breathless from the intensity between them.

Amy wrapped her arms around the blond's neck, gasping into his mouth as one of his hands roamed over her body, the other gentle as it caressed her hair.  She lifted her hips up off the bed as she felt him tugging at her pajama bottoms, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming when he suddenly lowered his hand between her legs, his fingers finding and rubbing her.

After a few minutes, the redhead felt as though she might explode, and she reached down to gently grab his wrist, directing him to stop what he was doing.

"I want you inside of me...please..."  Her hazel eyes nearly pleaded with him.

Adam gazed down into her eyes, a grin spreading on his handsome face.  "Your wish is my command, lady...it would be my pleasure..."

"No, it will be both our pleasure."

"Oh, I'm counting on that..."  He laughed softly as he lowered his head to hers again, kissing her deeply.  She clung to him and kissed him back with equal fervor.  As they contined, Amy let out a little whimper that was muffled by his mouth as she felt him enter her.  She gasped at how very hard he was, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began pumping in and out of her body.

"Oh, God..." she moaned.  She'd already been close when he was working on her with his fingers, and now she was even closer.  "Faster, baby..."  She reached back and down, gripping his buttocks, her fingers kneading their flesh.

The blond Canadian obeyed her request, thrusting faster.  She felt so tight, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

Adam found himself chuckling softly a moment later, when the redhead came beneath him.  Her brow furrowed prettily as she did, and she arched up underneath him as she tried desperately to hold onto the delicious sensation of her orgasm.

The Canadian quickly followed suit, crying out her name as he emptied himself into her.  The intensity of their lovemaking seemed to increase with each encounter, and he was left breathless.  He collapsed onto her, his head against her breasts.  He felt her hands caressing his hair and back, and he lifted his head to capture her lips in another intense kiss.

"God, that was amazing..." the redhead whispered when their lips separated.

"So are you, baby..." he replied, a soft smile playing at his lips, "...so are you..."