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Lita stood in the middle of the WWF divas' locker room, reading over a listing of matches that were expected to be taking place for the night, and she looked up as she suddenly realized she had company that was not female.
"Oh, hey..." The redhead's lovely face brightened with a happy smile as she allowed herself to be gathered into strong arms, and she was smiling as her boyfriend brushed a tender kiss on her lips.
"Mmm..." Edge said softly, a smile spreading across his handsome face as he still held fast to her, his arms wrapped around her slender waist. "I'll say this much, Li - I'm glad you didn't jump ship to the Alliance. I mean, let's face it, you were once in ECW..."
Lita wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Yes, I was, but please don't remind me. Heyman was a complete asshole, jerk, and pig all wrapped in one - not only did he never give me the opportunity to wrestle but for one match, he also sexually harassed me on basically a daily basis..."
"Ugh..." the tall blond man muttered, and his joyful expression faded as he grew annoyed. "Want me to kick his ass for you?"
"Not as much as I want to kick his ass myself..." She rolled her eyes. "Let's change the subject...So, are you and Christian ready for your match at InVasion?"
"You know we are..." Edge replied, releasing his girlfriend so he could rub his hands together, as though anxious. "'Bland' Storm and Mike 'Totally Not' Awesome are going down!"
Lita smiled, her hazel eyes glittering.
"Well, my match has been changed - at least a bit..."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at this," the redhead said, briging the sheets she'd been perusing over so the Canadian could read them. "It's no longer going to be me and Trish versus the Barbie twins..."
Edge arched an eyebrow as he read through the description of the upcoming match.
"Hmm...I wonder who this Victoria is? I haven't seen her..."
"Neither have I, but something tells me she's not a bleached blonde bimbo with no wrestling knowledge...Trish, Jackie and me are going to have our hands full with her - something just tells me so..."
"Well, the three of you should be okay if you ask me...Sure, Trish doesn't have a whole lot of experience as a wrestler and she's only improved a touch since she's been here - but you and Jackie should be able to manage," Edge said encouragingly, then gave her a wink as he reached out to gently touch her arm.
Lita smiled softly.
"I hope so..."
But somehow, she wasn't convinced...
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Victoria could feel her blood pressure rising by the moment as she stood face-to-face with Stephanie McMahon.
"Do I really have to do this?" she asked, crossing her arms over her breasts and drumming the fingers of her left hand impatiently against her right arm. "Because I think it would be a wasted effort..."
"Yes, you have to," the brunette who owned ECW insisted. She pointed a finger at the other woman, a habit Victoria found quite annoying but certainly not unnerving. If she really wanted, she could literally rip this woman to shreds.
After a momentary silent staredown in which the raven-haired woman refrained from rolling her eyes - because, after all, Stephanie was supposed to be her boss - she sighed and nodded.
"Okay...fine - but don't expect any miracles..."
"I don't," Stephanie replied, arching a brow, a smirk forming on her lips. "But I do expect you to train Torrie and Stacy..."
Victoria seethed inwardly. She was not here to teach the two hopeless Alliance divas how to wrestle. She had serious business here.
"So I shall..." she said, not wanting to further argue with this irritating woman.
"Good..." With that, Stephanie turned to leave the room.
Victoria scowled the moment the pushy brunette was gone, mumbling a string of curses under her breath at the closed door.
This was so not going to be fun...