At the moment, William Regal was being interviewed - which meant that Adam's match was about to take place.

She was very acutely aware of all the other divas present in the room.  Women were buzzing back and forth around her, discussing matches and fiddling with garments and cosmetics.

The redhead stood up and sighed, running her hand through her long locks.  She felt as though she couldn't very well stay here and watch this match - damn it - despite still being furious with the man, she still loved Adam and did want to witness his Intercontinental title defense.

She strode to the door and opened it, slipping out into the hall.  She had to find an empty locker room in which to watch the match.

She walked down the hallway a little ways and stopped when she reached an empty room.  There just so happened to be a television monitor in there, and it was on.  Relieved, she entered and stood in front of the TV - just in time to catch Edge's entrance.

Her heart nearly stopped when she saw him... He was clad in royal blue tights - she'd always loved him in blue - and his black trenchcoat, the Intercontinental belt around his narrow waist, and he looked absolutely gorgeous.

Amy backed up a little, blindly feeling behind her until she felt a chair at her thighs.  She sat down, her eyes glued to the screen.

At this point, Regal had just been announced and now made his way to the ring.  There was a brief close-up of the blond man's handsome face, which wore a determined yet somewhat concerned look as he gestured and told the referee to check his opponent.  Regal had been known for awhile now to use brass knuckles against Edge, as like J.R. would say when the match ended, he seemed incapable of defeating the Canadian fairly.

As the redhead watched the match, and although her heart felt as though it were breaking over and over again, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the tall blond - she found it impossible to do so.

Amazingly, she managed to keep from crying, although she came quite close.  She had to bite her lip as tears filled her eyes, but she sniffled and kept them inside.  She couldn't afford to cry right now anyway, as she had a spot with Matt to do a couple of minutes before his match against Jeff, which was to take place after this one.

Somehow, Amy managed to keep her facial features neutral when the match ended, Edge declared the winner via three-count.  Her expression didn't even change one iota when he continued to lay on the canvas, wincing in pain from the beating he'd taken from the Englishman.  The referee raised the blond man's hand, and it seemed a bit of an effort for him to raise up to his knees.  Once he made it to his feet, he stumbled around the ring a bit, the IC strap in hand.

The redhead's heart hurt as she realized how sore the blond man must feel, and normally, she would have been right there to make him feel better after such a grueling match.  She would have given him a soothing massage - that is, if he was able to keep his hands, not to mention other things, off of her to do so.

Oh, God... She bit her lip as she again tried to force the tears from flowing, but one managed to slip just past her eye.  She raised a hand to her face, wiping it away quickly with her forefinger as she stood up to leave the room.

Damn it... Amy was not looking forward to going out there - not tonight.  She felt as though she might come apart at the seams in front of the thousands of fans in attendance, the millions more watching at home, and all of her peers in the locker room - not to mention him.  She didn't want Adam to see her like this.  If he knew how this entire thing was affecting her...

She had to get hold of herself.  Although she felt as though she had literally had all the life sucked out of her since that night, she had to be strong, if for no other reason than for the sake of the match she had to referee tonight.  Matt and Jeff were counting on her, and she owed it to them to give them one-hundred percent.  The Hardy brothers had always been there for her and had done the same in kind.

Amy stood up, knowing there was no longer a reason for her to stay in this lonely, empty room now that Adam's match had ended.  She walked to the door, stepping out into the hallway, her eyes still misting a bit, but she refused to let the tears spill forth.

God damn it... She wanted things to be the way they were before.  She cursed herself for having been so stupid, for not realizing that he'd been playing with her from the get-go.  Yet at the same time, she wished Trish had never opened up her big mouth - because things would have been just like they were before.

She would have been in Adam's locker room right now, and it was very possible that she and the tall blond man might have been locked in a passionate kiss.  Thinking about that, the way they'd been so unbelievably happy, made the redhead realize one thing...

Although she'd never allowed herself to be so very dependent on a man in any way, not even emotionally to this extent, this was different - because she was so desperately and deeply in love with him.  She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she couldn't live without Adam...