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*New Year's Revolution - January 9, 2005*
Edge hated to admit it to himself, but he was worried. And it hadn't been all for himself. Lita was seemingly always on his mind these days.
The redhead positively consumed his thoughts. A lot of times, when he was focusing on his quest to capture the World Heavyweight championship, he found himself thinking about Lita as well. Over the past two months, they had become far more than mere wrestler and diva manager, far more than just friends. Ever since the night of Taboo Tuesday, it had been far more... They were lovers, at the very least. Friends - definitely. But the tall blond man wasn't quite sure what they were beyond that. To say the least, he was... confused.
The redhead seemed to have changed over the course of the last couple of months. She'd always been tough, but she'd hardened, grown a bit of a meanstreak. She'd torn into Trish Stratus during her Women's title shot at Survivor Series back in November, and the truth was, she'd scared Edge a little. The redhead had beaten the holy hell out of the blonde diva, leaving her battered and bloody. In fact, Lita had gotten disqualified when she'd used a chair against her nemesis and had broken Stratus' nose.
The question was... *why*? Again, Edge wasn't quite sure.
He sighed as the night of Taboo Tuesday suddenly came rushing back to him. That had been the same night they'd first had sex. And... Well, basically, he'd just *taken* her, and it hadn't exactly been gentle. He'd been furious and seen red over his fate at not winning the fans' votes. And so, he'd focused on Lita with blindly violent passion, expended all of his frustrations on her sexually. In short, he'd been a damn prick. He knew he'd given her pleasure during the encounter, yet at the same time, he'd been cold and walked out of there immediately after. Later that night, Lita had been sort of different toward him - somewhat cold herself, almost indifferent. He hadn't given it much thought at the time, as he'd been positively consumed by thoughts of getting the World title. He still was tonight, but it was different.
He found himself worried about the redhead. And then, as though on cue, the locker room door opened, and there she was. To Edge, she looked so beautiful in her pink top adorned with black mesh, the baggy camoflauge pants, her long hair spilling over her shoulders and streaked auburn red and dark brown. Her Women's Championship belt was strung over her left shoulder. She gave him a strong, confident smile as she approached him.
"Hey... I was just thinking about you."
"Were you?" she asked, cocking her head to one side as she regarded him with bright, amused hazel eyes. "Well, I can't *wait* to get my hands on that little bitch again."
The blond man smiled and nodded. Despite his worry over her, he had to admit, he liked this side of her. She looked more determined than ever - not unlike himself. The only difference between them in their situations was that she was already the champion while he still had yet to savor that moment. But they were both full of frustration that had been pent up for far too long.
"And you're going to walk out of that Elimination Chamber as the new World Heavyweight Champion," the redhead surmised. A tiny smile graced her lips as her hazel eyes held his green, their gazes locking.
The blond man nodded, a half-smile returning to his face. "And when all is said and done here tonight... we'll celebrate later." He reached an arm out to her, tugging the diva against him. She seemed to stiffen for the slightest second before relaxing in his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He lowered his head to capture her willing lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Lita's knees nearly gave way on her at the intensity of it, but she held tightly to him, her arms clasping around his neck as she craned her head for a better angle at his lips. The kiss deepened and seemed to go on for long moments before the redhead finally broke it.
The Women's Champion gave him an almost surprisingly coy smile.
"I'm up next... I'll see you after I whip Trish's butt."
Edge nodded, grinning at her, and she disappeared through the locker room door. The moment she was gone, however,
his smile vanished. For some reason, he was struck by a deep sense of foreboding, as though something were about to
go very wrong.