Lita entered the women's locker room thinking about Edge and the previous evening of quality time they'd spent together.

Her pretty face wore a bright smile as she thought about the tall blond man and how she felt about him...

They were great friends.  In fact, Edge might very well be one of her best friends - but she couldn't deny the crush she had on him.

She'd realized that she liked him as more than a friend awhile back - oh, since around the time he'd first officially turned face, which had been September of 2001.  Not that she hadn't always felt an attraction toward him - with his personality, not to mention those looks, how could she not?

As the redhead changed into her clothing for the show and then stood over the vanity to examine her hair and face, she remembered Trish and Jeff... In all this time, since Edge had paid her that visit last night, she hadn't really given them all that much thought.  Now, she wondered.

As though on cue with her thoughts, the locker room door suddenly opened, and the blonde diva bounded in.

"Hey, Lita..."  Trish dropped her bag by the lockers and made her way to her friend.

"Hi...What a coincidence - I was just thinking about you."

The Canadian smiled, and the redhead thought she could read something in that expression - it was more than a mere smile.

"So?  Give me all the details, Stratus...What happened last night?"

Trish grabbed Lita by the wrist, leading her to the couch halfway across the room.  As both women flopped down to sit, the blonde turned toward her friend and began to explain excitedly.

"Well, Jeff came to my room last night...It was ironic, because I'd actually decided I was gonna go out to find him.  So, we talked, and he asked me if we could try another date.  You don't know this, but two years ago, we went out once - but it turned out to be a disaster."

"I know..."

"You do?" Trish asked, surprised.

"Jeff told me about it last night," Lita explained.  "Believe me, Trish - you have nothing to worry about.  I know Jeff Hardy better than anybody.  He definitely doesn't have a thing for Torrie - nor will he ever."

The petite blonde rolled her eyes in disgust.  "I don't know how anyone can like that woman, let alone respect her," she said.  "I mean, that whole Playboy business..."

"I know," the redhead agreed, making a face.  "And to think that two years ago, this same woman was telling everyone who would listen that she wanted to be taken seriously in this business.  Well, hello!  Um...maybe you should actually learn to wrestle if you really want to accomplish that???"  She rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Well, unfortunately, she's in the back pocket of both the General Managers - as sickening as that is," Trish said.  "You'd think that Stephanie would be a little disgusted by her behavior, being a woman herself..."  She reached out, placing a hand on Lita's wrist as she suddenly leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially to her friend.  "You're not going to believe this...but I heard that they might make that psycho Victoria job out to Torrie to make her the new Women's champion..."

"What?!"  The redheaded diva was unable to hold back her nearly hysterical laughter.  "What a joke!  Tell me you're kidding!"

"No...actually, I'm not," Trish said seriously, her brown eyes fixed on Lita's hazel ones.  "On my way over here, I passed Bischoff and Chief Morley in the hallway, and I heard them discussing that."

"My...my God," Lita said, her laughter completely gone.  "That's just insane!"  Her expression grew angry.  "Granted, I can't stand Victoria - but at least she's a good wrestler!"

"I know...it's sad, isn't it?" the blonde questioned rhetorically.  "But maybe we can do something about this..."

"Oh, I'm all for protesting," the redhead said, nodding vigorously.

Thinking fast, Trish began to explain her suddenly, spur-of-the-moment idea, and Lita raised an eyebrow, nodding her approval.