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Word of Lita fainting during her match against Molly Holly spread like wildfire practically the moment the redhead had left for the hospital.
"Poor Lita..." Torrie Wilson said, concern on her face. "I hope she's okay."
Lance Storm eyed her with worry. "You know what, Tor? Maybe you shouldn't compete in this contest tonight."
"What?" The tall blonde faced her boyfriend. "Oh, don't worry, baby - it's only me and Stacy parading around the ring and posing in lingerie..."
Storm's brows rose as he thought about that - only her and Stacy parading in front of millions of viewers in their lingerie?? If the Canadian had his way, he'd never subject any of the divas to such nonsense and to being treated like nothing more than eye candy. For the most part, ever since the Divas Undressed special, it had always only been Torrie, Stacy and Dawn Marie who seemed to be subjected to this sort of thing - the two blondes because of their lack of skill in the squared circle and the brunette because, while she was pretty adept in the ring, Lance suspected that she was both Mr. McMahon's and that sleazeball Paul Heyman's personal favorite.
"I wish you didn't have to do all this kind of crap," the man said seriously. He put an arm around his girlfriend's waist, pulling her more closely against him. "How about I personally start training you?"
"Oh, honey...you're so sweet," Torrie said as she whirled around so that she was facing him and completely in his embrace. "You know as well as I and everyone else that I'll never be a good wrestler - I'll never be another Lita, Trish, Molly, Jackie or Ivory - but I appreciate the thought." She smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
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"Oh, man," RVD said as he stepped into the locker room he was sharing with Jeff, Jericho and Maven. "That really sucks about Lita..."
"Yeah," the younger Hardy brother said, "but you know what? She'll be okay."
"How do you know that?" Maven asked. He thought about how worried Trish had seemed when she'd told him earlier that she was going with the redhead and Edge to the hospital.
"She's my best friend in the world," the rainbow-haired man said. "If something was really, really wrong, I'd know it," he said confidently. "She'll be fine."
"But she passed out in the ring, Junior," Chris Jericho said as he eyed Jeff.
The other man shrugged. "Could've been low blood sugar."
"It couldn't be that," the winner of the first Tough Enough said. "Lita was in the buffet room, eating, when I got there."
"Hey, where were you all this time, anyway?" Jericho asked Rob, changing the subject somewhat. Mr. Monday Night had been expected for an interview with The Coach a few minutes earlier, but he hadn't shown up for it.
"Oh...I was with Ivory - trying to calm her down. She's sick with worry over Lita passing out."
The other three men nodded in understanding. They all knew that the brunette, who was also the oldest diva, kind of likened herself as the den mother of the divas...
*
"Lita will be all right, Ivory...don't worry," Nidia said to the older woman, unknowingly echoing the exact same sentiments her boyfriend was saying to his friend at about the same time. She laid a gentle hand on the brunette's shoulder.
Ivory shook her head. "I know that, kitten...I know it's probably nothing serious, but..." The woman wrung her hands in worry. It was odd, because she wasn't typically a worrywart.
Molly came over to them. "I'm worried, too," she admitted. "I mean, one minute, she seemed fine, and the next, she was out cold. But she looked all right the last time I saw her." That had been right before she'd left with Edge and Trish.
"Well, one thing is for sure," Jacqueline said as she stood in front of the vanity fixing her hair. "No matter what's going on with Lita, we're gonna support her no matter what..."
"Of course, Jack," Ivory said. "That goes without saying. But that was kind of a strange thing to say."
The chocolate-skinned diva faced all of the other women and began to explain exactly what she'd meant, and what she suspected...