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No Mercy, October 22, 2000
Lita quickly got dressed in the women's locker room, her mind occupied by a myriad of thoughts.
She was finally going to get her hands on that brat Trish Stratus once and for all. She would be teaming up with the APA to take on the blonde woman and her two goons Test and Albert in a six-person intergender tag team match, and she couldn't wait. Not only would she make mincemeat out of Trish, but Faarooq and Bradshaw would surely make short order of T&A.
The redhead bit her lip as she then thought about Edge. She was considering him as being her new - albeit secret - boyfriend, as they had been meeting every night since deciding to go for it together.
Lita wondered how she was going to face the Hardys later on, when they were going to be taking on the Conquistadors. It would be interesting, to say the least, to witness the match. She wondered what would happen, and if Edge and Christian would be successful in recapturing the Tag Team championships.
"Hey." Lita looked up to see Chyna, who was about to step out of the room in preparation for her match teaming with Billy Gunn to take on Steven Richards and Val Venis of Right to Censor. "Good luck in your match tonight."
"Thanks," the Women's champion said with a smile for her friend. "Good luck in yours, too."
"Thanks," the raven-haired diva said. "And do us all a favor - snap that little bitch like a twig," she said, gesturing with both hands, obviously referring to Trish.
As the redhead continued to fix her hair, twisting it up into a ponytail, the other divas began filing out of the room. She was glad when Ivory left, as the RTC diva had been the last one there with her. Lita couldn't stand the uptight woman and hoped she'd get her clock cleaned by Chyna if she tried to interfere in the Ninth Wonder's match later on.
After a moment or two, she looked up as a knock sounded on the door.
"Who is it?"
Instead of replying, the person on the other side of the door knocked a second time.
The diva rolled her eyes. "Just come in!" she called, a little ticked off that whoever was right outside had refused to answer her question.
The door opened, and Lita's eyes widened at the sight she beheld - the shiny gold outfit that was so snug it left almost nothing to the imagination. Not that she needed to imagine what the man beneath the gold looked like - she'd seen his body in the nude multiple times over the span of the last week.
The gold mask was in place as well, no traces of his long blond hair showing. Actually, as he neared her, she realized he wasn't wearing one mask but two.
"Oh...my...God...!" the redhead exclaimed, her jaw dropping open. "You look hilarious!" She covered her mouth with one hand as she laughed it up.
"Gracias, senorita," Edge said, and she giggled some more.
"What are you doing in here, though? I thought we were going to discreet about this..."
"I just wanted to wish you good luck, babe," he said, and he reached out, placing his gold-gloved hands on her hips, drawing her against him.
Lita stood on her tiptoes and peered at the eye sections of his mask in an attempt to see his green orbs beyond, but she had trouble doing so.
"How the heck do you see anything in that thing?"
"Oh, I manage..."
She glanced him over, her eyes scanning his body. "That outfit certainly doesn't leave much to the imagination," she quipped, her gaze lingering on a specific lower region of his anatomy.
"Calm your hormones, girl!" Edge said, a soft chuckle escaping him. "We'll get to that stuff later, after the pay-per-view. I'll even let you peel this thing off me."
The redhead laughed, and she could actually feel the big grin she knew was on his face underneath the masks. "I can't wait," she said huskily as she hugged him. "Good luck out there." Funny how she didn't even feel in the least guilty for saying that - even though her two best friends would be facing him and Christian - who were pretending to be someone else - tonight. She moved her face close to his for a kiss, but she couldn't quite reach his lips due to the gold covering his face.
"Oh, forget it," she muttered, settling instead for placing a kiss in the general area of his mouth.
"See you later, baby."
With that, the tall, gold-clad man left.