That was an understatement.  The match might have been over, but the battle sure as hell wasn't.

Edge was still exchanging blows with D'Von, and Jeff and Bubba were locked up on the opposite side of the ring.

Lita and Trish exchanged glances.  They were at one side, trying their best to stay out of the action, but then the redhead suddenly realized they had company.

Eric Bischoff and Chief Morley had climbed up onto the apron, and now they stepped into the ring, evidently to get in the women's faces.

At the corner of her eye, Lita noticed the way the Chief of Staff was attempting to grab Trish.  However, the little blonde reached up and slapped her one-time charge across the face - hard.

Meanwhile, Bischoff was attempting to intimidate her.

"Think you're so clever, do you?  You're nothing but a troublesome, meddling bitch!" he yelled in her face.  Because he'd dropped the microphone he'd been holding earlier, only she could hear him.

The man suddenly made a move to grab her, but Lita countered quickly and easily, giving him a good, swift kick downstairs.  Bischoff doubled over in pain, groaning loudly and clutching himself.

As Lita was satisfied with herself and with what she'd done, she saw Trish execute a picture perfect Stratusfaction on that other jackass, Morley.

"You go, girl!" she cried, and she and the Canadian diva high-fived each other.  Quickly, the redheaded diva spotted a movement nearby, and Trish cried out to her.

"Lita, look out!"

She scrambled out of the way just in time to avoid a punch from the General Manager - the bastard had actually attempted to take a swing at her!

As the blonde diva glared at the wretched man with consternation, the redhead swiftly climbed up the nearest turnbuckle.  While Trish had him distracted, Lita suddenly leapt, taking the asshole down with her patented hurricanrana.  For extra good measure, she made sure to land him on his head.  The sound of him landing hard on the canvas was extremely satisfying to her.  Trish gestured with pointing fingers, a huge smile on her pretty face as she vigorously nodded her approval.

Chief Morley was just getting to his feet, his hand mere inches from Trish's ankle.  The blonde was completely oblivious at this point, but fortunately, Jeff sprang into action.  The rainbow-haired Hardy Boy, having taken care of Bubby Ray Dudley for the moment, delivered a dropkick to Morley, foiling his ambush.

The petite diva turned around sharply, her brown eyes wide as she realized what had just happened - and what might have happened if it hadn't been for Jeff.

By now, Edge had battered D'Von enough to cause the other Dudley to retreat to the outside of the ring with his brother.  The two half-siblings exchanged glances, and D'Von began shouting to Bubba.  To Lita's ears, she could make out that he was distinctly telling the bigger man that they should have gone along with her idea of banding together.  Bubba Ray appeared to be considering the option, then instead gave D'Von a backhand on the chest.

"C'mon, let's get out of here..."

As the Dudleys began to make their way toward the ramp, they turned to stare back toward the ring.  They eyed the four people standing strong and tall and offered nods of appreciation.  Then, after D'Von gave a cursory glance at Chief Morley, who was laid out on the arena floor nearby, the Dudleys turned and made their way backstage.

Lita looked up at Edge, who had suddenly sidled up to her.  The tall blond man took hold of her hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.  Somehow, the redhead managed to offer him a tiny smile.

On the other side of her, Jeff had an arm wrapped protectively around Trish, the blonde diva still looking a bit shaken up.

The four of them had won and walked out unscathed - this time...