Damage Done

Part One

She watched the wrestler as he slept, the woman seated on a chair next to his bed. She held one of his hands in both of her own with her lips pressed against his flesh. The door to the hospital room opened quietly and a man with shoulder-length dark blond locks walked in. He closed the door quietly behind him. . . She hadn't bothered to look up.

He cleared his throat, "How's he doing?"

"OK, I guess," she answered. Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. She released a sigh and pressed a kiss to his hand. The woman carefully settled it down by his side and she finally turned in her seat and looked up at the other visitor. Her cheeks were streaked with dry tears, "Those NXT bastards are going to pay for this. . .They've completely destroyed the ring last night. They've disrespected the company. They cannot get away with that-"

"They won't," he insisted. The blond man moved quickly and knelt down in front of the woman. He pushed dark strands of hair behind her ear and gave her a sad smile, "I'm sorry that I wasn't there. . .If Christian and I hadn't have left early, we. . .You know that we would have gone out there to help. We wouldn't have left him out there-"

Lita nodded, the former WWE diva well aware that her friends would have gone out to the ring and helped, if they had only been there. She pushed the chair away from the bed and stood up, which caused her friend to stand up as well, "They're all cowards. . .Each and every one of them. Eight men ambushed three wrestlers, two of whom, by the way, were in the middle of a match. And they also attacked the referee, the commentators, and basically anyone else around the ring. . .I'd love to see how well they do against perfectly healthy wrestlers."

And all of a sudden Edge grinned.

Lita eyed the man curiously, "What is it?"

"I just had a thought," he said and ran a hand through his hair as he thought more about his sudden idea. He began to pace the length of the hospital room, which was basically three long strides from one end to another.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, like you said, those NXT punks can't get away with what they had just done last night. . .They need to be taught a lesson. No one disrespects the WWE and gets away with it. And, I figure, between the two of us. . .we can get a pretty damned good team of eight wrestlers together to make sure that that lesson is beaten into each and every one of those punks."

She nodded her head up and down in agreement. It was true, regardless of wether or not she was still a part of the WWE universe, she had stayed in touch with pretty much all of the friends she had made during her involvement in the business, "We certainly can, and I also highly doubt that getting approval from the Hitman would be a problem."

"It wouldn't. It was RAW, after all. I'm betting that Bret Hart would absolutely love the idea-"

"Even if he hates you?"

Edge rolled his eyes, "Even if he hates me. . .He has got to hate those NXT rookies a lot more right now. So, approval wouldn't be a problem. . .not that we need it, of course, because we will do this with or without permission from the GM. And I'm sure that there are a lot of guys in the back that would love help us out."

Lita didn't look very convinced, "Right and where were they when my brother was getting the shit kicked out of him? They don't care, Edge. . ."

"OK, let me rephrase. . .I'm sure that there are a lot of guys that would love to beat the shit out of these punks. They're cocky, self absorbed sons of bitches that never deserved a chance at a RAW contract or a shot at the WWE title."

And she couldn't help but agree. She flicked a glance at the man that laid on the hospital bed. John Cena. . .the blue eyed wrestler that had to have been carried out on a stretcher the night prior. She felt her blood boil at the thought of what was done to her younger brother and wanted nothing more than for the men to suffer.

She exhaled a slow and calming breath and returned her attention to Edge. He was one of the few people in the wrestling industry that was even aware of her relation to John. In fact, only seven people with any involvement in wrestling were made privy to that bit of information and three of them were inside that hospital room. . .

Christian, of course, knew, too, so, Lita had known that Edge wasn't lying when he had mentioned that if he and his brother had been in the arena, they would have helped John.

Jeff Hardy was another that knew of Lita and John's relationship. The younger Hardy had been very close to Lita during the years that they had worked together. They were still close, in fact. . .The Cameron native had called her and expressed his concern over her brother's health, had told her that he was there if she needed anything at all.

And she had also received a call from her fellow ex-diva, Trish Stratus. Trish and John began to date shortly after Trish's retirement. The blond woman near tears because of what had happened to her boyfriend. . . After Lita had informed her of John's condition and Trish had let her know that her flight would arrive before lunch. . .Both women expressed their hatred for the NXT rookies.

It was kind of therapeutic.

Of course, the seventh and final person to know of the fact that her brother was WWE champion, John Cena, was Chris Jericho. The very same man that had coached NXT winner, Wade Barrett. She wondered if he had anything to do with last night's attack and recalled the time Chris had gone after John back when John had entered the company. . . She decided to take the risk and ask Edge.

"Honestly, I don't know," Edge replied. A thoughtful look upon his handsome features. "But, I can tell you that on my way out of the hotel. . .I saw Chris and he did not look happy."

And Lita wondered what that meant.