Although she was terrified, she was relieved that she was the only person standing here right now.  She needed these last few minutes before her big moment to think.  She only hoped that Chris Jericho, Jay Reso, Devon Hughes and Mark LaMonica - the men who were currently in the ring - wouldn't question her as they returned to the backstage area.

The redhead twisted her hands in her hands in her increasing anxiety.  Then, suddenly, she heard Lilian Garcia's voice announcing the Dudley Boyz as the winners via disqualification.  Her heart was beating noticeably faster, and she prayed she wouldn't suddenly get nauseous out there.  God, what a nightmare that would be.

Amy kept her head down as she heard the voices of Jericho and Jay as they approached the curtain.  She tried desperately to look distracted, raising her right hand to examine her fingernails.

Despite herself, the redheaded diva looked up as she spotted the two blond men in her peripheral vision.  Chris eyed her curiously, the question marks in his eyes very evident.  Jay, on the other hand, seemed to look upon her with concern, and Amy wondered about that.  She fleetingly wondered if, being best friends with Adam, the taller blond had told him what was going on.

She felt herself suddenly blushing a bit upon those thoughts.  It wasn't as though she and the tall Canadian were a couple - and yet, a single night of drunken passion had resulted in her getting pregnant.  She wasn't a typically 'reckless' or careless person, and yet, those were the traits that had led to her current predicament.  The thought of going to the ring and announcing her news was completely intimidating.

Nonetheless, she was going to do it.  She took a deep breath, her eyes closing as she let it all out in an attempt to keep herself calm.  Jay and Chris had already passed her and were now somewhat down the hall, and she gazed after them.  She realized the two men had neglected to say hello or question her out of respect, obviously knowing she was going through something.

Then, her music began to play.  That was her cue.  Steeling herself again, she began to make her way through the curtain.

*

Adam smirked as he witnessed the ending of the matching involving his best friend and Chris Jericho versus the Dudleys.  While Christian had been in the ring with both of his opponents and receiving the Whazzup! headbutt, Y2J had been outside the ring.  The referee had been distracted watching him as he'd shoved the timekeeper off the chair upon which he'd been sitting, snatching it up.  Then, although the official tried to prevent the self-proclaimed King of the World from utilizing the chair, Jericho had shoved past him and smashed Bubba Ray and then D-Von in their heads.

The tall blond man was sitting on the black leather couch in the room, in front of the TV monitor.  He was already dressed in his wrestling tights for his upcoming match, which would take place a little later.

He stood up to retrieve a bottle of water a little ways across the room, then stopped in his tracks as he heard familiar music playing on the TV.  It was Amy's music.  He tilted his head to one side as he neared the monitor, watching with confusion as the redhead suddenly made her way down the ramp, obviously to the ring, a microphone in her hand.

Adam wondered what she was doing - or rather, what she was going to say.  Obviously, she wasn't very well going to be challenging anyone to a match.  He wondered why she hadn't mentioned a word of going out to the ring to him earlier.

He didn't bother to sit back down, opting instead to stand directly in front of the TV monitor, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched and listened intently.

By now, Amy was in the ring, a look of anxiety on her lovely face as she looked out into the crowd.  She actually appeared to be almost close to tears.  Fans were chanting "Lita!  Lita!" - and then, the redhead raised the microphone she'd been clutching in both hands and began to speak.

"Over the last twenty-four hours, I've been doing a lot of thinking about what happened at WrestleMania.  I know everyone's been wondering why I did what I did - why I didn't compete in the triple-threat match for the Women's championship - and why I relinquished the gold..."

The tall blond man ran a hand through his long hair as he continued to watch, and a nervous feeling gripped him at the realization of what was going on here... Amy was going to announce her pregnancy - to the world.  God damn it... Why hadn't she said anything to him about this?  He could have gone out there with her, been by her side - or even held her hand if she'd wanted him to.  She shouldn't be out there doing something this difficult by herself...

"Well, as I said, I've been doing a lot of thinking about this," the redhead continued, and she glanced heavenward for a beat, sighing before she spoke again.  "And I've decided that my opponents from last night - my peers - everyone in the back, and especially all you fans deserve to know why I did all of that..."

"Damn it, Amy..." Adam muttered, shaking his head in dismay.  "You don't have to do this..."  But regardless of what he thought, he knew the woman believed otherwise.

"I'm pregnant," Amy spoke clearly, and those two words left her lips even more smoothy and quickly than she'd ever expected.  There was a noticeable, collective exclamation of surprise from the fans in the audience, and J.R. and the King started to voice disbelief as well.

The redheaded diva raked a hand through her hair as she bit her lip, desperate to not break down out here in front of millions of viewers.  "I'm just found out a week ago that I'm pregnant...and I'm not going to be competing for awhile - I'm having a baby," she said, chasing those last four words with a nervous little laugh.  "And that is why I did what I did at WrestleMania last night..."

With that, the redhead dropped the microphone to the canvas, then calmly and quietly left the ring, making her way up the ramp to return to the back.

Jerry Lawler shrieked, "I can't believe this, J.R.!  Lita's pregnant!"

"Well, that certainly explains her actions at the biggest pay-per-view extravaganza of the year, King...but one question comes to mind - who's the father?"