She felt absolutely awful for Lita and Edge for having been tossed into a table match against the Dudleys - well, not so much for Edge, who'd proven himself in such bouts time and again - but the slender redhead was no match for Bubba and D'Von.  She wished she could personally teach Eric Bischoff a lesson - one that he would never, ever forget.

Trish flinched slightly as she almost collided with someone who'd just so happened to turn directly into her path on the other side of the corridor.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, and as she regained her bearings, she realized it was Jeff.

The colorful-haired man smiled.  "Sorry about that.  I should really pay more attention to where I'm going, shouldn't I?"  He smiled again, and it was then that the petite blonde became aware of the fact that he was holding onto both of her hands.  It was a sensation that was anything but unpleasant.

Trish giggled, which dismayed her because she never did that.  "Yeah, you should!" she teased.

"I was just looking for you," Jeff admitted.  "So, funny that we should literally bump into each other..."

"Yeah?  What's up?"

"Well..."  The younger Hardy brother finally released her hands, which Trish found herself disappointed for, and began to fidget nervously.  "Wanna watch matches together?  I don't have one scheduled for tonight, and I know you already wrestled..."

The little blonde eyed him quietly, recalling her match against Victoria.  It had been pretty good - she'd gotten the victory, even though that worthless Steven Richards had tried to interfere.  One Stratusfaction later, and he was taken care of.  One more Stratusfaction had done in Victoria.  Thank goodness Jazz hadn't come out to interfere.  Trish could very easily manage the raven-haired diva and her boyfriend, but Jazz was a different story...

"Sure...I'd love to," she finally answered, and Jeff smiled before leading her to his locker room.

They sat down on a small loveseat before the TV monitor in the room, and the blonde shook her head.  "Looks like Lita and Edge's match is coming up very soon..."

"Lita and Edge had a match tonight?"  The young man's voice was full of surprise as he regarded her.  "But Li already wrestled against Torrie Wilson earlier tonight..."

Trish stared at Jeff in surprise.  Obviously, Lita nor Edge had run into him and told him what had happened.  She was especially surprised the redhead hadn't done that, as the two of them were so tight.

"They...they got into a bit of trouble earlier tonight with Bischoff and Morley," she explained.  "I'm really surprised you didn't already know... Lita didn't tell you?"

He shook his head.  "No...not a thing.  What happened?"

The blonde sighed.  "Oh, it's a long story...but anyway, Lita went to complain to Bischoff about her match against Torrie, but instead, she overheard the Dudleys being browbeaten, so she stood up for them.  He then sent Morley after her - and that was when Edge stepped in.  He beat up Morley, Bischoff found out, and now they have to face the Dudleys in a tag team table match..."

"What?!"  Jeff's face now looked full of rage as he absorbed all of Trish's words.  "That's nuts!  How can he put Lita in such a match?!"  He clenched his hands into fists at his sides.

"He's the boss," Trish said in annoyance, and she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"We have to do something to stop Bischoff and his madness!" the rainbow-haired man cried, his expression angrier than the diva had ever seen.

"I already offered to personally rip the bastard's balls off..." the little blonde announced.  "But I'm afraid it would do Lita and Edge no good."

"Well, the match can't take place, Trish - it can't!  We have to do something!"

"I'm all for taking action," the diva said, her brown eyes wide as she gazed into Jeff's clear green ones.  "But what can we do?"

The young man looked thoughtful for a moment as he looked at the floor before him in silence.  Then, reaching over and grabbing hold of one of Trish's hands, he said, "I have an idea..."  He began to elaborate on what the two of them could do to help their good friends.

Jeff noted the way Trish's lovely eyes lit up while he explained, and his heart pitter-pattered away in his chest as he gazed at her.  Then, a small, almost sly smile spread across her face.

"That's the most fantastic idea, ever, Jeffrey..."