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*Taboo Tuesday, October 19, 2004*
Edge paced nervously in his locker room, his mind working overtime. He couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that, later on tonight, he could very well be challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship.
He was already dressed in his tights, ready for action. This was his destiny, facing Triple H tonight at Taboo Tuesday - he would win the title. All he had to do was sit by and wait to hear word of the results of the votes from the fans. Okay, so he wasn't exactly a crowd favorite at the very moment... Actually, a few months earlier, when the people had taken to booing him at SummerSlam - and in his own hometown of Toronto - it had hurt. It had hurt him badly.
And so now, he *needed* the fans' votes. Every word he'd spoken on RAW the previous night was the truth, and spoken from his heart. This was *his* time. *He* was the one who deserved the shot the most.
Thoughts of his new manager filled his head. He hadn't seen Lita yet that night, but she would make her first appearance in his corner during his match. He wondered where she was and when he would get the honor of being bestowed by her beautiful presence. Somehow, thinking of the redhead seemed to calm him down a bit.
As though on cue with his thoughts, the door to his locker room suddenly opened. In walked Lita, and Edge's heartbeat quickened at the sight of her. Despite all of his anxiety and aggravation as of lately, he softened whenever he saw or thought of this woman. She was breathtaking.
"Hey," she said with a smile. One corner of her upper lip curled up as she eyed the blond man down and back up again. She thought he looked damn good in his red tights and T-shirt.
"Hey, Red." Edge grinned appreciatively as he allowed his gaze to scan over her lovely form.
"I just heard they're ready to announce the votes," Lita said as she hooked a thumb over her shoulder.
"Finally..."
The redhead nodded.
"Yeah, this is it. Edge - this is your moment." She stepped closer to him, reaching down to grasp both of his hands in hers. She noted how the sensation was not unpleasant in the least, and she thoroughly enjoyed the feel of his huge hands in her small ones.
"Not exactly," the tall Canadian said, his gaze shifting from their clasped hands to her lovely face. "It will be my moment when I'm in that ring facing Triple H in the main event tonight." The serious expression on his face faded, transformed and gave way for a determined smile that was part-smirk. Inwardly, he thought of how another wonderful moment would be when he would get the opportunity to get Lita into his bed - but that would come in due time. Of this, the blond man was absolutely certain and had no doubts. He could feel a definite electricity between them. Just like winning the World Heavyweight Championship, going to bed with Lita was his *destiny*.
"Well, you'd better get out there," she said softly, a smile dominating her pretty features. "Coach is ready for you and the other two." Reluctantly, she pulled her hands from his. "Go on out there and listen to the poll results."
His grin matched hers.
"Good," he said. "I've been just about climbing the walls waiting for this."