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Lita grimaced as she held up her Women's title belt in victory. She had just defeated Jacqueline in a grueling match on the night's RAW.
As she gingerly exited the ring, she found herself anxious to be back in her hotel room, soaking in a nice, hot tub. She was aching so badly in the ribs from the spear she'd taken from Edge the previous night at SummerSlam. God, how she hated that man!
Lita suddenly stopped in her tracks. As though on cue with her thoughts, from the entryway, Edge and Christian had suddenly emerged. They were heading straight for her! For some reason unknown to her, Edge kept waving at her as he grinned like an idiot. He probably couldn't wait to hurt her again.
The redhead backed up instinctively, all but forgetting about her nemesis who was still in the ring. She suddenly remembered Jackie, however, as the other diva grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back into the ring.
Oh, no... She was in *no* condition to go again - not after the brutal match they'd just had, and certainly not after the had kicks Jacqueline had administered to her already sore midsection.
She braced herself for the worst, but then realized the Hardyz had run out to her rescue. But Matt and Jeff didn't get to her. Instead, Lita found herself Irish whipped into the ropes by the other diva, then went down like a sack of potatoes as Edge speared the hell out of her. She didn't even get the chance to lay there and writhe as Jacqueline and Christian proceeded to kick her. Shit! And Edge... The tall blond man stood by, directing traffic, it seemed. He laughed heartily, obviously enjoying all the torment and hurt he, his brother and their friend had inflicted on her - and continued to deliver.
The three suddenly scrambled out of the ring a moment later as Matt and Jeff recovered and ran to her. The redhead curled in upon herself, writhing in agony as she clutched her ribs. As she was doing so, she got a good look at Edge. The tall blond Canadian was sure enjoying himself, and all at her expense. His handsome face wore a huge, bright, white grin before he stuck his tongue out. It was as though attacking her had given him an almost orgasmic pleasure. What an asshole...
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Edge flipped open his laptop later that night, turning it on. He was anxious to get online and chat with Chris. What a good mood he was in... It wasn't that he really hated Lita all that much - it was just the knowledge that, in going after the redhead, he was hitting Matt and Jeff Hardy where it really hurt. God, he hated those damn North Carolinians.
The blond man signed onto his Yahoo! Messenger, anxious to chat with the young woman again. This would definitely be the highlight of his night.
Edge's heart sank, his smile vanishing. She was offline... And she'd left him a message.
-- Joe - I'm not really feeling well tonight. It's a long story, but I'm just going to take a hot bath and go straight to bed. Talk to you hopefully tomorrow.
- Chris
"Damn," the blond man muttered aloud. This really sucked. He hoped she was okay, and that she'd feel better soon. He typed out a quick response message saying these things, clicked 'send' and then signed out.
Sighing resignedly, Edge shut down the computer. The way he saw it, he might as well just turn
in himself.