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That night, RAW, October 23, 2000
"Okay, we're all set," Christian said, his bright blue eyes practically glowing as he rubbed his hands together.
"Good," Edge said with a nod of approval. "That chumpstain Foley doesn't have a clue!"
"Yeah...and so much for the Hardys," the shorter blond said. "We won't have to worry about them for a long time."
"Well...as long as they don't find out what we're up to." Edge raked a hand through his mass of long blond hair. He couldn't help that his mind kept drifting to Lita. They hadn't ridden together to the arena, as they didn't want to alert everyone to their relationship. Instead, Edge rode with Christian, and the redhead with the Hardy Boyz. And that morning, Edge had arrived fifteen minutes late for his meeting with his tag team partner, thanks to the shared shower he'd taken with Lita. Things had gotten quite sultry, and they'd done a lot more than merely showering. Then, afterward, they'd finished what they'd started in the bed - and Edge hadn't given a single thought to the time or to Christian.
"Hey!" Christian said, waving his hand in front of the taller Canadian's face.
"Huh?"
"You just got this look in your eye - like I lost you for a minute there...You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Edge replied. He managed to keep the smile off his lips as he recalled Lita's moans of pleasure, the way she'd clung to him and cried out his name in ecstasy. God, she was truly beautiful... And she was so sweet, too. He wondered why it felt like they'd been together much longer than just over a week.
"Hey, take a look at this!" Christian suddenly exclaimed, gesturing to the TV monitor, his eyes wide, a smile spreading across his face.
Edge turned to look at the screen, seeing Trish Stratus and Lita in Commissioner Foley's makeshift office for the night, and he found himself growing annoyed when he heard Mick mention something about a bra and panties match.
The tall blond man frowned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides at the thought of his girlfriend in such a match - not only was it ridiculous for the tough, high-flying, credible wrestler in Lita, but it infuriated him that she would be exposed in such a match. He didn't want any horny, perverted jerks ogling his woman.
"Oh, this oughtta be fun..." Christian quipped with a grin. "Those two chicks are so hot! And one of them is gonna be stripped down to her bra and panties!"
Edge arched an eyebrow as he eyed his best friend. He wondered how Stephanie would react if she could hear and see him now. Knowing how jealous the brunette could be, the tall Canadian sensed it would not be in Christian's favor.
Then, the next thing he knew, Lita's music began to play, and the Women's champion bounded out to the ring, her title belt in hand. She quickly climbed up the top turnbuckle and gestured to the crowd, the fans responding to her more than favorably. Edge was actually in awe. In a word, they simply loved her.
A moment later, Trish was announced and made her way to the ring accompanied by a chorus of boos from the fans. She stepped into the ring, where the redhead started the match off fast and furiously as she knocked the blonde Canadian down with a flying clothesline.
The tall blond man had no doubt in his mind that the Women's champion was going to win this match - she was, without a doubt, the best female wrestler he had ever seen - and, even on her best day and Lita's worst, Trish Stratus was no match for her.
However, he was standing before the TV monitor in shock as, before too long, the leader of T&A had actually somehow managed to strip the baby tee off of the redhead. And there was Edge's new girlfriend, exposed to millions in her lovely gold metallic bra. He was furious as he stared at the screen, thinking of how only he should be able to see her in it. Jerry "The King" Lawler went positively nuts in his commentary, repeatedly making reference to Lita's bra, which only added to his irritation. It was as though The King had never seen a pair of breasts before.
In moments, Lita had managed to retaliate by stripping Trish of her black tank top, and Christian laughed with excitement. "The King's right," he said with a grin. "Trish is already halfway there! This is great!"
Edge kept his gaze on the TV, not caring one way or another to notice Trish Stratus half-naked. He grew angrier by the second as he thought of the redhead being stripped of her olive green cargo pants and being exposed in the matching gold thong he knew she was wearing. If that happened, he thought he would just march on into Commissioner Foley's office to tell the man off for allowing such a match - his and Lita's cover be damned. He didn't care - he didn't want his girlfriend to be used in this pathetic way.
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, and Christian barely reacted to it, as he was practically drooling at this point as he continued to watch the bra and panties match. Edge glared at him before stepping over to the door and opening it.
Stephanie rushed in, a look of annoyance on her face. "I hate these kind of matches!" she cried, then stopped in her tracks as she eyed her boyfriend. "Christian!"
The rapt blond blinked and looked up abruptly, his face actually flushing to a deep red when he realized his girlfriend was standing right there, a look of annoyance on her face. Uh oh... He knew he was in trouble now...
"Hi, Steph..." the blond man stammered.
"Can I have a word with you?" the young woman asked, her tone annoyed.
Edge took this as an opportunity to slip out of the locker room. He wanted more than anything to talk to Lita about the match in which she'd just competed and won, anyway - but he knew he couldn't afford to do that without rousing suspicions.
However, the tall blond man dared to walk over to the curtain leading out to the arena. A moment later, Trish, her black robe clutched around her, as she wore only her Paris plum bra and thong underneath, stepped past it. She gave Edge a sly smile as she passed by him, and within a moment or so, Lita made her way through the curtain.
The redhead, now again donning her baby tee, met her boyfriend's green eyes, and she was able to read a message in them - he wanted to speak to her as soon as possible. She gestured to him with a tilt of her head before continuing on her way down the hall.
She had a feeling she knew what he wanted to talk to her about.