She was almost torn between the joy she felt at the tall blond man coming to her rescue and the fear of him getting into trouble for doing so.  And she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be penalized for it.

"What the hell is going on out here?!"

The redhead looked up sharply as Eric Bischoff exited his office to check on the fracas, and his expression grew furious at what he saw.

To the diva's utmost shock, the GM ran over to the two battling men and grabbed Edge, pulling him off of his henchman.  Luckily for Bischoff, he was at least smart enough not to try to hit the tall Canadian.

Nonetheless, Edge glared at him with furious green eyes.  The General Manager began backing up, his hands before him as he sputtered.

"Now, Edge...Let's not do anything rash, okay?"

The blond man continued to stare at him with malice, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.  He looked angry enough to pound Bischoff to a pulp.

The GM must have thought that as well, for he side-stepped Edge and went over to Chief Morley to check on him, avoiding a beating in the process.

Edge kept an eye on the two men but stepped closer to Lita.  "Are you okay?"

"Fine..." she said, and nodded.

Bischoff looked up from the spot upon which he'd knelt to check on his Chief of Staff.  Glaring at them, he spat, "You are both going to pay for this - for attacking Morley and for defying me..."

The redhead and the tall blond man stared at the wretched creature that happened to be the General Manager.  Then, Lita glanced up into Edge's face, her breath caught in her throat as she wondered what Bischoff might have in mind for them.

The man straightened up, and Morley stood along with him, one hand to his jaw where the other Canadian had punched him.  The two glared at one another for a beat, and Bischoff took a step closer to Lita and Edge.

"You two...You're having yourselves a match - tonight," the GM barked, pointing a forefinger at them, his expression furious.  "Your opponents - the Dudleys!  Your match - a tag team table match!"

The redhead's jaw dropped as she gaped at the man.  Edge, on the other hand, glared at Bischoff, a murderous gleam in his emerald eyes.  It seemed as though he wanted to just reach out and wring the bastard's neck.

"And the only way to win the match will be to put both of your opponents through tables..." Eric continued, a sadistic grin spreading across his smug countenance.

Lita glanced at Edge quickly, then shifted her eyes back to the GM.  He was obviously taking a great deal of enjoyment from this.