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"I have a bad feeling about tonight..." Lita said as she looked up from the bag through which she was rummaging.

Trish glanced up at her as she came up with a sparkly red tank top to wear with her matching pants.

"I know what you mean. I think it's to be expected if-" The little blonde her words off with a shriek as the door was suddenly thrust open. Instinctively, she raised the shirt she was holding up to her chest, as a bra was the only garment she wore up there.

"Hello, ladies..." Chief Morley said n a mocking tone that was identical to how he used to say it when he'd been known as Val Venis, the porn star. "Don't worry, Trish," he said, pointedly glaring at his former manager. "Those are nothing I - or the rest of the world hasn't seen before."

The redhead glared daggers into the man and stepped a foot closer to him. She'd leapt up from where she'd been sitting the instant the door had opened. Fortunately for her, unlike Trish, she hadn't been in the process of changing.

"What do you want, Morley?" Lita stood just in front of the doorway, one hand on her hip as she waited impatiently. She refused to move out of the way and allow the bastard entrance into the room. "Hey, Red, calm down... Don't get your thong in knots."

The diva narrowed her eyes at him, about two seconds away from punching his lights out. She did not like him calling her 'Red,' as it was a nickname reserved only for her friends with which to refer to her. Likewise, she didn't like Morley making reference to her underwear - the pervert!

"What do you want?!" she repeated, her voice increased in volume this time around.

"It's not what I want... Mr. Bischoff has requested the presence of your little group - your boyfriends are already in his office."

Despite herself, Lita actually blushed at the jerk's reference of Edge and Jeff as her and Trish's 'boyfriends.'

"Fine... Can I get dressed first?" the little blonde demanded, her expression murderous as she glared at Chief Morley.

"Not a problem," the Canadian said, putting his hands up. "I'll wait out here for you ladies."

The moment the door was closed, Lita stepped up to it and turned the metal lock on the side of the doorhandle.

"The nerve of that loser!" Trish muttered.

The redhead shook her head.

"It's no surprise he thought he could get a free show..." She crossed back to her in-ring garments, which she'd left on top of her open bag and proceeded to change.

The petite blonde quickly slipped her tank top over her head.

"I wonder what Bischoff wants from us now...?"

"My guess is he's going to put us in some kind of stupid match to punish us for what we did."

Trish made a face.

"That sounds like something he would do - look at what he's been doing to the Dudleys."

A moment later, the two divas were finished, and although they didn't want to, went out to meet Morley.

The Chief of Staff grinned at both women, winking lasciviously at Trish as his gaze lowered to her chest. The little blonde glared at him with disgust, her jaw dropping. Somehow, she refrained from both telling off the pig and slapping him.

"Here we are," the man sang as they reached the General Manager's office. Sure enough, Edge and Jeff were already inside, the two men standing in front of Bischoff's desk. Neither looked happy as the GM gave them a verbal lashing.

"Mr. Bischoff, I've come with the ladies..."

The tall blond man and the younger Hardy brother turned to see Lita and Trish with Morley. Edge's expression softened for a beat as his gaze fell on the redhead.

"Ahh, Lita, Trish... Good that you could join us." The General Manager grinned smugly, and it took everything she had for the redhead not to go up to him and slap him silly.

"You two are just in time - I was about to tell your friends here-" He gestured toward the guys. "-About their matches for tonight... Now you," he continued, glaring at Jeff Hardy, "will be facing the Dudleys in a handicap match..."

Jeff's already annoyed face became even more angry.

Trish became fearful as she heard his fate. She turned her head to look from the despicable GM to the rainbow-haired young man.

"You - Edge..." Bischoff continued.

The tall Canadian glared at the man but stood up straight as he waited to hear what was in store for him.

"You'll be facing Chief Morley tonight..."

"Is that so? Because I'll enjoy taking him apart - piece-by-piece..." Edge shifted his angry green gaze to the Chief of Staff, who stared at him with shock.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so confident if I were you - because it's going to be a street fight." The GM laughed. "You two," he said, shifting his beady eyes to Lita and Trish. "You'll be facing each other - in a bra and panties mud match..."

The four wrestlers eyed the man with hatred as he laughed it up, Morley's guffaws following.