The Warmth


"Damn it!" Trish cried as she stared in shock, dismay and anger at the TV monitor.  "I honestly thought they wouldn't do anything!"

"Well, blame that on those two idiots being there," Jeff said as he too eyed the monitor.  At least, for the moment anyway, Edge had managed to make Bubba Ray Dudley release Lita.  Luckily, D'Von Dudley still seemed totally unwilling to attack the redhead, so she'd been able to scramble to her and Edge's corner to safety.

The rainbow-haired young man couldn't imagine a single scenario that would cause his tall blond friend to tag the diva into the action.  No, Edge was too much of a chivalrous gentleman for that.  The only way Lita would be tagged in was if she absolutely insisted upon it, or if that prick Bischoff forced a tag made.

"When are we-"

"As soon as the time is right, we'll know," Jeff replied before Trish could finish asking her question.

The petite blonde nodded, her facial expression serious but focused.

Damn that Eric Bischoff to hell... She should have known he would put in an appearance at ringside for Edge and Lita's match.  The man was the type who enjoyed throwing his weight around, so it should have come as no surprise.  And of course he had to have his good Chief Morley by his side as well...

Trish crossed her arms under her breasts as she continued to stand beside Jeff, both of them concentrating on the action in the ring.  Poor Edge was being double-teamed, and Lita was complaining to the referee - who was trying to literally push her back to her corner.

The blonde diva winced as D'Von executed the trademark low-blow headbutt, but she knew that was nothing compared to the pain her fellow Torontonian was now experiencing.

The tall blond man was writhing around on the canvas, and, by now, the referee had taken his attention off of Lita.  However, he didn't see the Dudleys' double-team.

Bubba, suddenly getting that look in his eye, shoved his half-brother in the chest with both hands.  "D'Von - get the table!"

As the other Dudley Boy ran out of the ring to comply with the ordered request, Bubba Ray, the crazed look still present on his face, slowly made his way to the redhead in the corner.

Trish glanced quickly over at Jeff to see his reaction, and she wondered why the man hadn't yet given her the cue.

Lita didn't back down an inch as Bubba approached her.  Trish's guess was that the fiery high-flying diva still thought she could reason with the man.

Bubba suddenly made a move, and the redhead raised her right arm and slapped the Dudley Boy hard across the face.  The camera moved in close to reveal the anger she felt, and then shifted to a closeup of Bubba's expression.

The man was in the middle of that typical orgasmic-like trance that was customary when he went after a woman to powerbomb through a table.

It seemed as though Bubba was actually going to give up on grabbing Lita, and the diva rushed into the ring to check on Edge.  As she knelt by his side, placing one hand gently on his shoulder, D'Von pushed the table into the ring under the bottom rope and hopped in after it.  As he was setting the table up, Bubba made his move...

Trish gasped in horror as the bigger Dudley Boy grabbed Lita by the hair from behind.  The redhead's expression was shocked as she stood up with him, and apparently, she really hadn't expected him to go after her.

Oh, God... The Dudleys were going to do it - they were going to put her through a table!  With horror and striking clarity, Trish recalled the last time she'd been put through a table - she and Bubba Ray had teamed up against Jazz and Steven Richards in an intergender hardcore tag team match last year - Bubba had gotten sprayed in the face with a fire extinguisher, and, temporarily blinded, he'd mistakenly thought she was Jazz and powerbombed her through a table.

"Jeff!" she cried, her eyes filling with horror as she watched the scene in the ring.

"Let's go..." the Hardy Boy said firmly.

*

Lita felt as though she were dreaming.  No - she felt as though she were in the middle of some nightmare sequence.

Her good friends, the Dudleys, were going to hurt her.  Even with those two assholes Eric Bischoff and Chief Morley here at ringside, the GM barking orders left and right, she'd never really expected them to really put her through a table.

She felt herself being launched up into Bubba's arms, her legs going up around his shoulders, and she braced herself for it.  She knew Edge was indisposed, as D'Von had taken care of him, so she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and waited for it to be over...

Then, suddenly, somehow, she felt herself being released!  On her feet now, the redhead opened her eyes - and saw Edge battling with D'Von.

And Jeff - her best friend was punching Bubba Ray!  Trish was standing nearby, and she rushed to Lita's side.

She'd been rescued...














Part 13

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