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Survivor Series, November 17, 2000
Edge eyed his tag team partner as he went on and on about their upcoming match for the evening's pay-per-view.
Personally, he wasn't as excited about teaming up with Right to Censor as Christian was - but they would be for the sake of facing the Hardyz and the Dudley Boyz in a classic elimination-style match.
What he was most preoccupied with was Lita's match... The redhead had been feuding for awhile with Ivory, the one and only RTC diva. But more importantly, she would be receiving a shot at the Women's title, which should have still been hers... Which Edge was half responsible for her losing. He still felt horribly guilty two weeks after that night.
The tall blond man thought furiously about it. He wanted, more than anything, to do what the diva had said - make it up to her. He couldn't get the mental image of himself running out to ringside tonight and interfering on Lita's behalf out of his head. He really, truly wanted to do that for her. Lord knew, that jackass Steven Richards would definitely find some way to interfere. But he knew the redhead - not only was she headstrong and stubborn as hell - she was also honest. Therefore, there was no way in blue hell - to quote the Rock - she would agree to or accept his interference.
"...So, we can turn the tables on them - literally," Christian was saying. "Damn Dudleys..." A sly grin spread its way across his face, then vanished. "Edge... Hey!"
The tall Canadian looked up and toward the other man. He'd been so deeply lost in thought, he hadn't even realized Christian was talking to him.
"What? Huh?"
"What is with you lately? Oh, never mind... Look - Women's title match is coming up next."
Edge turned his head toward the TV monitor his friend was gesturing to.
His girlfriend was making her way to the ring...
The tall blond man snatched up his pair of elbow pads and made his way to the black leather couch near the monitor. His attention was now completely focused on the beautiful redhead in the ring.
He blinked as he pulled up the pads, thinking how very lovely Lita looked tonight. They hadn't gotten a chance to see one another since the afternoon, so he'd had no idea what she'd been planning on wearing at the pay-per-view. As it was, she was donning her favorite pair of cargos and a pretty black metallic top he'd never seen her in. Her long red hair was piled high on top of her head in a cute ponytail.
He kept his gaze on her on the screen as she slid into the ring under the bottom rope, going immediately after Ivory. God, but she looked so good. He couldn't wait till they were both done for the night...
Edge barely even realized that Christian had come to sit down beside him until he made a rude comment.
"Look at that skank! I hope Ivory kicks her ass!"
The taller of the two Canadians suddenly became angry, but he hoped his tag team partner wouldn't notice. Still, he couldn't help turning for a beat to glare at him. To his surprise, Christian was thankfully oblivious.
"Then again, it's not like Lita's in there with Trish Stratus..." The smaller man chased those words with a chuckle.
Edge frowned and crossed his arms as he turned back to watch the action between the two divas - and that was when it happened...
Lita had just executed a spinning heelkick on the Women's champ, but the blond man noticed something strange when she stood back up...
...It looked like she was bleeding...
Edge's heart leapt into his throat a moment later, when he realized that the redhead had indeed been busted open - wide open, by the looks of it. Suddenly, he was frantic with worry, but the crazy part was that he couldn't show it - Christian would grill him like there was no tomorrow.
"Ha! Look at that," his friend suddenly said, pointing at the monitor. "Lita's got a little boo boo..."
Rage was quickly pushing past the fear and worry Edge was feeling, and, unconsciously, he clenched his hands into fists. He pressed his lips tightly together in an attempt to stop the words 'shut up' from escaping them.
Damn it... His own match would be up next. He would have no time to go check on Lita beforehand...
And by God, her face was becoming a really bloody mess - she looked almost as though she'd been in a car wreck!
Edge involuntarily jumped to his feet at Steven Richards suddenly appeared at ringside. Shit! No doubt, the man would at least try to interfere - exactly as he'd suspected. And there was nothing he could do, no way he could get out there to help Lita, or at least go see how she was doing after her match. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Edge? Are you okay, man?" Christian's voice penetrated his thoughts. The tall blond man glanced at him but didn't respond.
"Shit, you're white as a sheet - are you feeling all right?" Christian asked.
"Yeah... I'm fine, Christian. Just fine..." His green eyes shifted back to the TV monitor just as Lita tried to hit a moonsault but missed her target, as Ivory put her knees up at the last second. Afterward, the RTC diva made the cover for the pinfall and the win - retaining the gold.
"All right!" Christian exclaimed, making a happy gesture with his arms.
All Edge could do was stare at the scene taking place out at the ring - the redheaded diva appeared to be nearly unconscious as she lay on the canvas. The referee checked on her and even ended up helping her out of the ring and backstage.
Damn it... Lita might be tough as nails, and he was amazed and even a little proud she'd been able to
finish the match - but she was nonetheless somewhat fragile in his eyes - precious. He would be counting
the seconds until he could get to see her. He hoped she was all right. He didn't know how he was going
to get through his match...