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Eric Bischoff was fuming as he marched from the ring back to the backstage area.
Shortly after the chaos that had just transpired, he'd run out to check on his Chief of Staff. Medical personnel were tending to Morley in preparation to rush him out of the arena and to a hospital.
The other three were nowhere to be found - so he guessed as to where they would be. Edge had taken a big bump during the match and had been busted open for that. Bischoff was glad - the bastard deserved that and *so* much more after all the trouble he'd caused. And so, the General Manager bounded to the trainer's room, his suspicions confirmed as he spotted the blond man inside, getting stitched up. He wasn't alone, either.
"Hey!" Eric yelled, ignoring Edge and Lita - the redhead was also there and holding the Canadian's hand - for the moment. He directed his angry voice and eyes and Bubba Ray and D'Von Dudley, who happened to be just beyond the doorway. "What the *hell* is with you two? Who the *hell* do you think you are, defying me?! I'm Eric Bischoff, damn it! I-"
"*You* are a giant piece of crap!" Bubba howled, stepping closer to the GM and pointing a finger into the man's face. Eric's eyes visibly widened at not only the Dudley Boy's words, but the gesture as well.
"You *dare*?!"
Bubba edged closer still to Bischoff, and this time, D'Von did the same, his arms crossed over his chest as the two visibly intimidated the smaller man.
"I suggest you get the hell out of here, Bischoff," the larger Dudley said in a low, warning tone.
Eric found himself backing away some more, and he soon found himself out of the trainer's room doorway and out in the arena hallway.
"Get your sniveling ass outta here!" Bubba shouted, his face angry.
"Now, Bubba..." Bischoff said evenly as he continued to back away. The GM put up both hands in a defensive manner, as though fearful of the big man striking him. It didn't happen, but instead, something else occurred... Eric backed into a very solid body.
Closing his eyes tightly, he turned around to see Jeff Hardy. The young man was glaring at him, the contempt and disdain naked in his green eyes.
The General Manager displayed the fear he felt for a brief moment, then it vanished as he again grew furious.
"What the hell are *you* looking at, Hardy?! You have a match coming up next - and you..." He turned back to the Dudleys. "... you guys better not bail out on it, either!" He poked a finger into Bubba Ray's chest and then turned back to Jeff - only to be met with a punch to the mouth.
"Guess what, Bisch?" the young man drawled in his thich southern tone. "Match canceled." Then, glaring at the GM, the Hardy Boy stepped past and entered the trainer's room.