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Eric Bischoff was so furious his face was red as he and Chief Morley made their way to the back.

He tore at his hair as he recalled how the two divas in particular had made a fool of him. That did not sit well with him - it was one thing for Edge and Jeff Hardy - or even the Dudleys - to rough him up and make him look stupid, but at least they were men. It was something else altogether for Lita or the petite Trish Stratus, for crying out loud, to beat him up.

"Damn them to hell!" Eric shouted, clenching both hands into fists, his body actually shaking as he and Morley continued down the hall to his office. "Damn them all to hell! The Dudleys are gonna pay for not getting the job done... Jeff Hardy and Edge are finished! Oh, and those two bitches...?" The General Manager smiled cruelly as he met his right-hand man's shocked gaze. "They're mine..."

Chief Morley arched an eyebrow at those last two words, a slow, crooked smile forming on his face as he considered the implications of the threat. Bischoff definitely sounded like he meant business. He wondered exactly what the GM had in mind and decided it had to be something good for his boss, yet bad for the ladies.

As the two men finally reached the office, Morley asked, "What do you have in mind, boss?"

Bischoff sat down heavily on the big chair at the equally spacious desk.

"Oh, I'll have plans for them yet...Don't you worry about that, Chief... And especially for Lita..." he spat, putting an unpleasant emphasis on the redheaded diva's name.

Morley stood near the door, his arms crossed as he thought about the situation. Come to think of it, he himself was pretty angry about what had happened out there, too. Those damn Dudleys were supposed to listen to Mr. Bischoff and comply with his orders by taking out the meddlesome Lita and her new savior, Edge.

The Chief scowled as he thought about his fellow Torontonian. The bastard... Earlier that night, of course, Edge had tried to beat the holy hell out of him - when, in fact, he'd butted in on some stuff that was none of his business. Oh, sure, he'd been manhandling that redheaded bitch, but she'd deserved it. Besides, he'd only been following Bischoff's orders.

And then, that damn Jeff Hardy - the colorful, Manic Panic-haired, black nailpolish-wearing freak, and that blonde bitch Trish Stratus, had come out and ruined everything. It was bad enough that D'Von Dudley had been refusing to comply with getting the table so Bubba Ray could powerbomb Lita through it, but those two coming on the scene had only made things worse.

Trish Stratus... If there was one person Chief Morley held more contempt for than anyone else, it was her. The little blonde had always been trouble, and had always caused him grief. Ever since she'd fucked up at SummerSlam three years earlier, causing him to lose the Intercontinental Championship to Chyna - another woman - she'd been nothing but a thorn in his side. Hell, she'd probably deliberately lost the match just so the raven-haired diva could have the title! God, how he hated Trish...

He decided that, if Bischoff didn't have something really tormentous in mind for the little blonde, he might just take hold of the reins in that department himself...