As Lita sat in the women's locker room, she couldn't help being resentful of the other divas. While some of them, like Maria were afraid of her, the others scoffed at her, knowing that Lita was no longer in the competition for the women's title. This bothered Lita to no end. Not that she gave a shit about what the others thought. The only thing she wanted was the only thing the company wouldn't give her: a title shot. She looked over to where Trish was preening, making sure she was ready for her "Bra and Panties" match against Torrie later in the show. Trish kept going around, showing off her new underwear, asking everyone if they liked the pale blue set from Victoria's Secret, the gold championship belt slung over her shoulder.
When Trish neared Lita, the blonde diva sighed, "You know Lita, it's a shame that I'm not fighting you tonight. It's impossible for you not to win," she said with a devilish grin, "because we all know that dirty sluts don't wear bras and panties." At this point, Lita had two options: she could kick the living crap out of Trish, or she could be the better woman and ignore her sorry ass. She chose the first option.
Lita lunged at her, tackling her to the ground. As she began to wail on Trish, some of the other girls began to scream. Lita was ready to break Trish's pretty little face when Victoria stepped over them both and pulled Lita off the other diva. Trish quickly leapt up and ran from the locker room while Lita struggled against Victoria. After a moment, Victoria let her go. All the other girls watched her warily as she grabbed her gear bag and left.
She went to Edge's private dressing room where he was just finishing getting ready. He noticed her heavy breathing and the redness in her face and he asked, "What happened? Did you run here or something?" Lita shook her head and threw down her gear bag. "Trish, that stupid bitch! I need to teach her a damn lesson. Why won't the company let me compete?" she cried, completely frustrated. Edge grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to calm her down. "Look, soon or later they're bound to let you compete for the title. You've just got to bide your time for now." She let out a deep breath and looked at him appreciatively. Edge was very good at relaxing her when she was frustrated. "Finish getting ready. We're up next," he said, sitting down to make sure his wrists were wrapped securely.
Lita quickly did her makeup and changed into one of Edge's favorite tops for her: a black shirt that left practically nothing to the imagination. "Damn, you look good," he said, coming up behind her, kissing her deeply, as his hands reached under her shirt. Inwardly, she groaned. Sex was the last thing on her mind right now. At that very moment there was a knock on the door. Outside they could hear the stage manager calling for Edge to make his entrance.
Together they made their way to the ring. When Edge's music hit, the crowd began to cheer wildly. Although she had visited Dallas several times, she was always impressed and inspired by the enthusiastic fans here. The smile on her face was genuine. She thrived off the energy from the crowd. As they entered the ring, she could hear Lawler howling about her dangerous curves, as usual.
A moment later, Edge's opponent, Big Show came out. Lita couldn't help but feel slightly worried. Edge was about to go up against the biggest guy in the company. As he lumbered into the ring, Lita slid to the floor, glad to be as far from him as she could. As the match began, she became genuinely worried that Edge may inadvertently get his brain squashed by Big Show. It quickly became obvious that Edge was in trouble. All of his attempts to knock the giant off his feet were unsuccessful. He was spending more time running away from Big Show than he was actually wrestling him. After a few minutes, it became obvious that Edge was making no leeway. In desperation he slid from the ring. Big Show lumbered after him, giving Edge enough time to grab a steal chair from the ringside and slam it into Big Show's head.
The 500 pound man hit the floor with a sickening thud. Edge circled him warily, the chair held high, ready to fly again. When Big Show sat up, Edge took the chair and hit Show again. A sudden explosion of music caused Edge and Lita to look up in shock. Lita's mouth fell open as Big Show's former Tag Team partner, Kane ran down the ramp and down to where his friend lay prone. His eyes burned like fire as he cornered Edge. Edge threw down the chair and backed away, saying "I'm done, man. I'm done." As he backed away, Kane glared after him a moment before kneeling down to check on Big Show. Lita grabbed Edge, trying to lead him away from the ring, when he shoved her away and quickly made for another steel chair. Quick as lightning, Edge grabbed the chair and ran to where Kane was bent over Big Show. He sent it swinging in a huge arc directly for Kane's head.
The sound of steel on flesh sickened her, nausea overtook her. Kane fell onto his back as blood began to flow over his face. Again and again the chair flew, hitting the fallen giant. Lita suddenly felt horribly nauseous, her vision swimming. She tasted the vomit in the back of her throat as she ran up the ramp and into the backstage area. She ran blindly, until she spotted a table laid out with a water cooler. She grabbed a paper cup and began to gulp down mouthfuls of ice cold water.
After a minute she felt the nausea subside slightly. She leaned against a wall, catching her breath and trying to calm down. What the hell was wrong with her? She had seen countless wrestlers torn apart at the hands of Edge. If anything, she should have been glad to see Kane bleed. Shit, what was wrong with her? She sat on the floor and buried her head in her arms, willing her stomach to settle down completely.
Lita didn't hear the footsteps until they were nearly on top of her. She jerked up her head just in time to see a bloody and disoriented Kane stumble through the hallway. The amount of blood on him shocked her; it left a clear trail on the floor in his wake. For a moment she was frozen, torn in two completely different directions by two different parts of her mind. The rational part of her mind told her to find Edge and get the hell out of here. The other part told her to follow the trail of blood. . .
Before she realized what she was doing, she was silently walking down the hall, following the steady drops of blood. She saw him dart around a corner and heard a door slam. She slowly approached the door that had his name written on it. She hesitated. Why should she go in and help him? After all she'd done to him, why would he want her help. But what if he seriously needed medical help?
Before she knew what she was doing, she opened the door and crossed into the darkness.