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Lita wrung her hands nervously as she paced the small length of the hotel room in front of the bed.
Edge looked up at her from his place on the mattress, his green eyes sleepy as he peered up at her. Surprised, he frowned.
"Li...What is it? What's the matter?"
"Damn it..." the diva murmured, running a hand through her long red hair as she stopped in her tracks. Gazing down at her boyfriend, she spoke again.
"I'm so sorry I disturbed you..."
"You didn't, baby..." Edge replied, shifting himself onto his left side so he could better study her. He reached out toward her with his right hand. "What's wrong, honey?"
Lita looked pensive for a beat, lowering her hand to her mouth before turning back to her boyfriend.
"I'm just...Well, tonight is InVasion, and I'm worried..."
"Come here..."
The redhead moved over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. The tall blond man repositioned himself a bit to put his arm around her.
"Sweetie, what's worrying you? This match against the Alliance divas?" Edge questioned, his gaze on her pretty face. All of a sudden, he was wide awake - and all he cared about was easing her discomfort.
"Well...yeah," she admitted, ducking her head slightly. In reality, she was a little embarrassed to admit it. Although Victoria was really the only one she and the other WWF divas would have to worry about, the raven-haired woman somehow seemed to be enough. That is, the muscular Alliance diva actually intimidated her.
"Li, listen to me..." Edge began, sitting up so he could gaze directly into her worried hazel eyes. He raised one hand to place it tenderly against her cheek, his thumb on her chin. Very gently, he propped her head up just enough so that she was looking into his eyes. "...you, Jackie and Trish are going to do fine..."
"It's just that I'm afraid I'm going - I mean we're going to have our hands full with this Victoria..."
"Lita, you have so much going for you in this match!" the blond man exclaimed. "You have so much on your side...Do you really think this Victoria woman - as good as she may be in the ring - has the two blonde bimbettes prepared for combat?"
"Well..." The redhead tilted her head to one side, mentally acknowledging that her boyfriend had a point. Even if Victoria trained Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler for a solid year, they still wouldn't be adept in the ring. And while Trish wasn't all that accomplished a grappler herself, she was still better than them and more than able to hold her own against the two blonde Alliance divas.
"Well...?" Edge said, a sweet smile coming to his handsome face. He moved his face closer so that the tips of their noses touched.
Lita giggled and raised her hands up to the silky blond hair, caressing it lovingly in her fingers.
"I guess you're right..." she said, a smile still touching her lips. What would she ever do without this man? He always supported her no matter what, picked her up when she was feeling down or uncertain. He was her rock... And she loved him so very dearly.
"Thank you, Edge..." she said softly, tilting her head to one side as she gazed deeply into his intense emerald eyes.
"God, I love you..." he said, and she moved forward, pressing her lips tightly against his, her arms going around his neck as he responded in kind.
Afterward, Lita pulled back just enough to gaze into Edge's bright green eyes.
"Are you ready for your big match tonight?"
"Oh, yeah..." the blond man said with a trademark grin. "Christian and I are
gonna kick some ass! Lance Storm and Mike 'Totally Not' Awesome are going down..."