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Lita felt all pumped up as she stood in front of the vanity mirror in the women's locker room.
She was prepared, both mentally and physically, for her Women's title defense on the night's SmackDown.
A bit earlier, she, Trish Stratus and Ivory had been in a small meeting with Lieutenant Commissioner Debra. The bosomy blonde had been in the midst of agreeing to a triple-threat match for the three of them when Jacqueline had stepped in as well. The tough African-American diva had insisted that "If Ivory is gonna be in this match, so is Ebony..."
The redhead's guard, as well as the fine hairs on the back of her neck, suddenly went up as Trish approached her. As the pushy little blonde stood beside her at the vanity, she smirked and eyed Lita in the mirror.
"Kiss that championship goodbye, bitch - because when all is said and done tonight, it will belong to me..."
Lita couldn't prevent the laughter that suddenly escaped from her. If Trish honestly thought she was intimidating her - not to mention serious abut believing she could ever take the Women's title away from her - she was seriously delusional.
"Trish, you're pathetic..." the redhead spat. "You're a joke! Now get the hell out of my face..." She glared at the petite blonde with consternation, showing she wasn't the least bit intimidated by her, then turned and walked away.
As she watched Lita depart, the blonde diva's eyes narrowed with hatred.
"I'll show you..." Trish muttered under her breath, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I'll show you, bitch..."
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Edge's heart thudded uncomfortably in his chest as he listened to Christian's rant.
The tall blond man could not believe what his tag team partner had just proposed. It certainly did not sit well with him, that was for sure.
"Err...Christian, I don't know about this..."
"C'mon, what are you talking about, man?" the shorter blond asked. "Don't you want a chance to get back at those damn Hardys for stealing our titles in such a rotten, underhanded way?"
"Well, yeah..." Edge admitted. He raised his right hand and raked it through his mane of golden hair. As he swallowed hard, his gaze falling to the floor, he hoped Christian would not notice how uncomfortable he was suddenly feeling.
"So...? Isn't this a perfect way of achieving that?" the smaller man demanded, his hands held out at his sides. "Don't you see, Edge? We go after their little bitch of a friend - screw her out of the Women's title like her 'boyz' screwed us out of ours...It's the perfect revenge!"
Edge raised his gaze to meet that of Christian. God, what a horrible predicament he was in... Although he definitely didn't want to mess with Lita's match, or hurt her in any way, his back was to the wall. How could he say no to Christian without arousing suspicion in the other man?
"C'mon, Edge!"
The tall Canadian stared at his friend in silence. After a long moment, he sighed with resignation.
"Okay, you win - let's do it..."