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Somehow, Edge had held up well enough to perform with Sweet Misery that night.
He was still hurting, his face sore from the beating he'd received at the hands of Dave Batista earlier in the night. That man really was a powerhouse and packed an unbelievable punch. When he really got down to the bones of it all, the blond man really couldn't blame the other guy. After all, that Torrie chick *was* his girlfriend. One thing was certain, however, Lita definitely seemed to despise the other woman with quite a passion. But she'd told him everything, about how Batista had cheated on her with the skank after more than a two-year relationship. It was definitely more than understandable.
Before Sweet Misery's set for the evening, he'd stood far in the back of the club, Amy at his side, as Evolution had played. They were a good band - but definitely not as good as his own.
The tall blond man had been relieved that he hadn't been required to sing any lead vocals tonight. It wasn't that he really cared what people thought of him - save perhaps for the beautiful redhead with whom he'd been getting so close - but stares from the people in the audience only reminded him of his big fuckup. Though it wasn't as though he were about to forget *that*.
"We can probably just get out of here right now," Edge said to Lita, and the redhead looked up sharply. They were through for the night, and as he saw it, the sooner he left, the better. He could much easier lick his wounds at home than he could here.
She held up a hand to him in a 'wait' gesture.
"Give me a few more minutes," she said. He arched a brow at the strange look that suddenly entered her hazel eyes. "There's something I need to do before I leave here..."
She didn't elude to what that might be but merely sauntered off - leaving Adam standing there wondering.
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As Amy approached the other woman, she considered bumping into her 'accidentally on purpose' but then discarded the idea. Why should she resort to something so juvenile? Besides, it was exactly the type of thing *she* would do. Instead, she opted for a more direct, straight-to-the-point method.
The redhead didn't bother tapping Torrie Wilson on the shoulder as she stepped up directly behind the woman.
"You and I need to have a talk," she hissed, her voice low and definitely menacing.
The platinum blonde spun around, a silly smile on her face as their eyes met.
"Oh, *hi*, Lita!" Torrie almost sang.
The redhead was nowhere near amused. The other woman's attitude only served to make her more angry. Evidently, she either had a major death wish or was underestimating her by a large margin.
"Don't you 'oh, hi, Lita' me, you bitch... What the hell is *wrong* with you?!"
Torrie narrowed her blue eyes at the other woman, cocking her head to one side.
"He's not your boyfriend," the platinum blonde spat. "So, you're *not* having a deja vu."
"That's not what I'm talking about," Amy said, her hands clenching into fists. "And my relationship with Edge is none of your business."
"'Relationship?!'" The blonde woman scoffed, laughing aloud. "I don't think he had a care in the world about you *or* your 'relationship' when I was sucking his cock!"
That was it for Lita - she'd had more than enough. Reaching back blindly, seeing red at this point, she swung out, her right fist catching Torrie in the mouth. She felt a slight 'crunch' and smiled inwardly. She probably knocked one of the bitch's teeth out, or, at the very least, cracked one.
The blond let out a sharp, short-lived shriek as she went down on her ass to the floor. Lita took this as an opening and pounced on her.