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"Isn't this great news?"
Lita snapped her head up as Victoria came back into the Evolution locker room. Batista and Ric Flair ignored her for the moment upon sensing girltalk was about to happen. Triple H and Randy had stepped out.
The redhead stared blankly at the other diva. What in the world could possibly be great right now? She shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I have to team up with a man I despise and go against my best friend and her boyfriend tonight," she reminded her. "What the hell is 'great' about that?"
"No, no... I was talking about me!" Victoria's brown eyes lit up as she continued. "I getting a shot at the Women's Championship!" Her face took on a faraway look that made Lita roll her eyes. She faced the other diva again and said, "And I'm gonna win it, too. Mark my words."
"Well, that's great for you. If it's all the same, I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat, and it's not because of the title."
The raven-haired woman smirked at her.
"Sure... Like hell it's not. Look, I know you don't want to fight your little friend Trish. But there's really not much you can do about it, is there?"
Lita rolled her eyes as she turned her head so that only her profile was visible to her counterpart.
"I guess not," she muttered. She scowled as she recalled how rude and bossy Triple H had been in telling her about the match.
Victoria patted her on the shoulder.
"Hey... Hang in there!" she said with a smile. "If all goes well, I'll let you have a shot against me for the gold."
Lita looked her up and down with surprise. It was one thing for the diva to smile at her, but another for her to actually offer her something nicely, especially a shot at the Women's title if she were to win it.
"Thanks," she replied without much enthusiasm. As it was, she was unable to focus on much of anything at the moment - aside from the upcoming mixed tag match. How was she going to get out of being tagged? She was relieved she had spoken to Trish earlier, as she knew the blonde would warn Jericho. If he never tagged the blonde diva into the match, there would be no reason for Hunter to tag her, either. She didn't mind that idea - but would it pan out the way she hoped? She closed her eyes, shaking her head in frustration.
She wanted to call Edge, and in the worst way. He always knew just what to say to lift her spirits when she felt as though the world hated her. She wondered where he was and remembered that the last time they'd spoken, he'd reminded her that he was coming to RAW. Maybe he was already here at the arena but laying low now that she was a member of Evolution?
Leaving Victoria to revel in her possible Women's Championship reign, Lita picked herself up and went stealthily to her nearby bag. Glancing over at the two men in the room, she saw that neither were paying her any heed. That was just fine to her, and she pulled her cell phone out and flipped it open. She typed a quick text message for Edge, then chose his number and sent it. She did it in just enough time, too, as the door suddenly opened. Trying not to flinch, the redhead dropped the phone back into her bag.
"All ready for our little match, toots?" Triple H was grinning at her like an idiot, the World Championship belt hoisted on his shoulder. Beyond him, Randy Orton had returned as well. She glared at him, wanting nothing more than to grab the belt and smash him over the head with it. Simply put, the man was an ass. 'Toots' was not a name she appreciated being called, especially by someone she loathed. She wondered how long she would have to endure this.
Lita didn't give the Game the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, she kept her glare icy as she approached him. Judging by the way he gestured to her, she had to assume that their match was next. The mere thought made her stomach go in knots.
"Come on, let's go."
Glancing once more over her shoulder at Victoria, the redhead squared her shoulders. She held her breath, hoping the next few minutes would be quick and painless - well, at least for everyone but Triple H. He was the one who deserved a world of pain.
The redhead rolled her eyes as they stepped past the curtain and out to the entry ramp. Predictably, instead of "Evolution," "Time to Play the Game" blared through the speakers. But of course... She should have expected that, what with Triple H's well over-exaggerated self-importance. He truly believed the world revolved around him and him alone.
Through the black light the leader of Evolution favored so much, she could see Trish and Chris. They were already in the ring, waiting. She bit her lip nervously as she noticed Jericho duck his head closer to the blonde and say something to her. What was going through Y2J's mind during all of this?
Lita was full of dread as she entered the ring. Her tag team partner was on the apron at the other side, showboating as he always did with the water bottle he carried out to the ring. However, before Triple H could spit water out and make his usual to-do, Chris Jericho ran up behind him and delivered a big forearm smash to the Game's back.
The redhead's eyes widened in delight as the arrogant bastard went sailing to the arena floor. She exchanged
glances with Trish across the ring. The little blonde smiled and held a thumb up. Maybe things wouldn't be quite
so terrible in the match after all.