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"You jerk! Who ever taught you how to deliver a spear, anyway?!" the young woman yelled, one forefinger mere inches from the face of the man with whom she was so furious.
Edge blinked as he stared down into her angry face.
"My dear Lita...If you knew how to fall, you wouldn't have gotten hurt...Perhaps you weren't quite as thoroughly trained to take bumps as you thought you were?"
The redheaded diva's eyes narrowed, and she placed both hands on her hips as she continued to eye him with disdain.
"You know what? You suck!"
"If anyone would know about sucking, it'd be you..." the tall blond man retorted nastily. He felt a measure of sadistic pleasure course through him as the woman's hazel eyes widened with shock at the obvious innuendo - and then her infuriated expression returned. Edge actually found himself backing slightly away, as he wouldn't put it past Lita to actually hit him. She looked that pissed...
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" she spat, her arms crossing almost protectively across her chest. Ever since coming to the WWF six months earlier, she'd never liked this man. Although he was pretty nice to pretty much everyone, he did nothing to impress her - in fact, it seemed he went out of his way to ruffle her feathers...
"Oh, am I, sweet Li?" the blond Canadian asked, and the diva's eyes narrowed at his condescending attitude. "Well, you are nothing but a piece of ass!" he shouted, his face angry, a finger pointing into her shocked face.
Lita seemed momentarily speechless, the amount of shock and anger she was feeling over the insult immeasurable. She could not believe her ears... She was far from being what Edge had just dubbed her, far, far from that! She didn't prance around and flaunt herself the way women like The Kat or Terri Runnels did. She didn't have a boyfriend she'd cheated on and left for another guy, like Tori had done. She was just... Well, herself...
She was true, honest, real and authentic. She had never once compromised her principles to get where she was today - everything she'd accomplished was what she'd desperately worked for - what she'd struggled for with all of her heart, sweat and tears. Damn it, she'd earned everything she had...
"You are..." She paused as she swallowed hard, the sudden lump in her throat affecting her just as severely as his words had. "...the most unbelievable, insensitive, infuriating man I ever met - and I can't stand you!" Then, without waiting for a response, she pivoted and stormed out of the room.
She cursed herself as she walked down the arena hallway and to the women's locker
room, hating herself for the tears that were suddenly burning behind her lids...