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Lita tossed and turned in the hotel bed, unable to grasp the respite sleep would bring her.
She sighed sadly and sat up, her back against the headboard. It was no use - she knew why she couldn't sleep. There were a few reasons for it - but the one that stood out the most in her mind was that the bed felt large and empty because Edge wasn't there beside her, as he normally would have been.
But he wasn't here... And he probably would never again be laying by her side... Not after she'd broken up with him so abruptly and unexpectedly.
The redhead felt tears again forming behind her eyelids as these thoughts went through her mind. Had she made a horrible mistake? She was angry and knew she had every right to be - but had she acted too rashly in actually ending their relationship? She was beginning to think she that she *had*.
Lita shook her head almost violently, not to deny the feelings of regret or the thought that she'd made a mistake. More aptly, she was determined to fight against the damn tears that were begging for freedom. No... She would not cry. At the same time, however, she knew she could not fall back asleep. So, she rose and began to get dressed. She decided she would head down to the hotel bar and grab a drink or two. A margarita seemed good right about now. Besides, maybe the alcohol would help to relax her.
After slipping into her favorite pair of worn jeans, pulling a T-shirt on and shoving her feet into her worn sneakers, the diva was off.
As she made her way down to the lobby level, she couldn't help but wonder where Edge was tonight. Where had he gone after she'd broken up with him? Was he having trouble sleeping, like she was? Did he miss her? She felt a twinge of pain as all these questions, plus more, whirled through her brain.
And then, she crossed the threshold of the hotel bar and her heart sank.
There were still several people inside, drinking and hanging out at such a late hour. But none of them had drawn her attention. None except for *them*, that was. Edge was sitting right up by the bar, and it was obvious he'd had a few drinks. Beside him, Torrie Wilson sat with a drink of her own, the blonde gazing up at him with sickening blue puppy dog eyes. That was bad enough, but as Lita watched, apparently unnoticed by either of them, Torrie grasped the Canadian man's arm - possessively, it seemed. And that filled the redhead with a most intense rage.
Without even thinking, Lita charged straight over to them, grabbing Torrie by the arm and yanking her off her barstool.
Startled, the blonde whirled around, then scowled as she realized who had had the nerve to grab her.
"Get the hell away from my man, you skank!"
By this time, Edge finally realized Lita was there, and his green eyes widened in surprise.
"From what he's told me, he's no longer your man!" Torrie shouted into the redhead's face. "So back off, bitch!"
Even more enraged, Lita reacted on pure passion and impulse. She reached out to grab the first thing she could - Torrie's glass of white wine - and tossed the drink into the other woman's face, splattering her not only there, but on the front of her skintight light blue tank top as well. The blonde let out a gasp.
The bartender was beginning to shout at them, but Lita ignored him. In an instant, she was on Torrie, pummeling her on the floor.
Half-shocked and half-buzzed, all Edge did for a beat was to stare at the spectacle on the floor before him. Was he imagining all of this? He'd never seen Lita quite as fired up - or evidently jealous - where he was concerned. Then, shaking off his slightly inebriated state and springing into action, he knelt to the floor to pull the redhead off of the other woman.
"Lita! Cool it, Lita!"
The fiery woman was kicking and squirming in his grasp, and the tall blond man was lucky not to take a kick to the genitals in the process. She was sputtering obscenities at Torrie, the blonde diva making like she was going to lunge at her as well. However, John Cena, who'd been at a booth with a brunette he'd picked up earlier in the night, sprang over to hold her back.
"God damn it, Edge!" Lita was shouting. "Let me go!"
"Not a chance..." The tall blond man reached down to grab his bag, his grip on it meager as he somehow managed to keep his now ex-girlfriend over his shoulder. Then, without another word, he exited the bar, the redhead continuing to yell and kick as he carried her out.