The tall blond looked at Lita, then at Hunter, then back to Lita again.
He seemed angry, which didn't surprise the former redhead, as the man was known, by most other wrestlers to be extremely quick-tempered. Anyone, that didn't know him, would see those ash-green eyes, blond hair, and big smile and automatically believe he was flawless. Not that Lita had anything against him of course. She honestly thought he was a genuine sweetheart to the bone.
What she didn't know why he was knocking on *her* door, especially as he was Smackdown talent. If it had been at least a year ago, then Lita would have probably felt her heart melt at just the mere sight of him. But not now.
Without warning, Edge pushed past the former redhead, who stumbled backwards slightly, frowning at the sight of the two men standing nose to nose, glaring at each other.
"Edge.?" Lita yelped, but was cut short by the blonde's angry voice.
"What are you doing here?" Edge growled at Tripple H, who smirked in response.
Instead of answering the question, however, Hunter chose to address Lita, having to walk around the furious Canadian in order to do so.
"Uh.what do you say we continue our little chat another time?" he said, in a low voice. Lita forced a smile and nodded. "Well I'll see you later," Hunter told her, louder this time, as he left to head back to his own room.
Lita shut the door, relieved that Hunter was finally gone. Now all she had to do was deal with her surprise guest.
"What do you want?" Lita cut straight to the point, she wasn't in the mood for friendly small talk.
Edge, who appeared to have calmed down since Tripple H left, eyed the diva with obvious disapproval. She seemed to notice that, and shifted slightly from one foot to another.
"What was *he* doing here?" Edge wanted to know, and Lita inwardly flinched at the harshness in his tone.
"I don't think that's any of your business," The woman's champion scowled. She crossed her arms and took a seat on the edge of her bed. Edge frowned and removed a pink tee shirt to sit on the only chair in the room.
"Lita. I'm concerned about you."
"Your concerned? *Concerned?*!" Lita couldn't believe he'd just said that. Who did he think he was.her shrink?
"Well.you've been acting strange since you got back, and a lot of people are worried about you." The tall blond informed her, which only deemed to add fuel to her anger.
"Oh a lot of people huh? Worried about me." she stood up and began to pace, ".Just because I'm acting *strange?* That's kind of funny Edge, because nobody seemed concerned about me when I was lying in a hospital bed with a broken neck!" She spat the last part, but Edge shook his head profusely. He couldn't believe that she'd even think that. He cared about her a lot.
"Li, you *know* that we would have been there if we could. It's just that Vince and Stephanie."
"I know Edge.they had you all working extra hard when the General Managers were introduced." The diva finished for him. She'd heard their excuses before, and it seemed that the more she did hear them, then the more meaningless they became.
"That's right," he clasped his hands together and stared hard at the young woman, if only to emphasise on his next words. "Then when you came back, you started hanging around with Christian and Jericho. Then you have most of Smackdown hunting you down. And Tripple H in your hotel room at this time of night. Not to mention."
"Shut up Edge," God he could lecture, "For starters, Christian and Jericho aren't all that bad, hell you should know, Christian's your brother for Christ sakes! And Tripple H, well we were just discussing business. As for the time of night, well, *you're* here aren't you?" Lita rolled her eyes then added ".And who the hell do you think you are anyway? Coming to my room and giving me the third degree. Newsflash! You are *not* my father!"
"What about Bischoff?" Edge muttered. The Women's champion frowned. Unless Stephanie had said anything to Edge, then there was no way of him knowing about her blood relationship to the Raw Manager.
"W-What do you mean?"
"All of a sudden you're his little lackey.being a mole for him on Smackdown, and on your first day back, you get a title shot." The tall Canadian, folded his arms and narrowed his eyes speculatively.
"What are you getting at?" Lita shifted nervously.
"It's a well known fact that Eric Bischoff hates women, and yet here you are Lita, the Women's champion, and his famous little mole. If I were Bischoff, then I'd have a man do the job for me.unless." he broke off, shooting the former redhead a disgusted look.
Casting her eyes downward at the intensity of the blonde's gaze, Lita spoke softly. "Unless what?"
"Rumour has it that you're offering Bischoff something that no *man* ever could." Now Edge was the one looking down, studying his trainers. He just hoped to god that the things he'd heard about his friend were far from the truth.
Lita was speechless. He definitely didn't know that Bischoff was her father. But did it hurt her to know what he was implying.what he thought of her.that she would sleep with the boss for a stupid title. 'Rumours' did he say? So he wasn't the only one who thought she was a whore. They all did. Her so-called friends.
She knew that she should just tell him to get lost and stay out of her life, but what he'd said had really hit home, and she had to fight the tears that she knew were on the verge of falling. Damn the man.
"Why are you here Edge?" She asked, tiredly. She walked around to the left side of her bed, and laid down, resting her head on the feather pillow and closing her eyes.
"So it's true?" Edge pressed. He was afraid of her answer, but it never came.
Lita sat up suddenly, frowning at the blond and clutching the pillow in her arms. "What *are* you doing here Edge?" After all he *was* Smackdown talent. The enemy.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly taken aback at the diva's heedful tone. "W-well I'm here to see you of course."
"Are you? Or are you here because Stephanie sent you?" She accused, and glared at him as she waited for an answer.
"No I-"
"Then why all these questions Edge? Huh?" Lita raised her voice, the anger clear across her features. The Canadian's handsome face began to redden slightly. A tendency that Lita knew happened to him, when he became pissed off. Only he'd never ever been pissed off at her before.
"Maybe it's because I care about you Lita!" He yelled, rising from his seat. He took a few deep breaths before addressing her again, this time in a much quieter tone, ".and I thought you cared about me too."
Lita scoffed. She wouldn't let him get to her like that.
"Uh.if you're referring to the two week fling we had, just over a year ago now, then shouldn't the fact that I dumped you for Matt be an indication of how I really feel about you Edge?" she jeered, the joy shining in her eyes at the flash of hurt across the blonde's face. Then, just for the sheer fun of it, she added, "oh but don't worry baby, the sex was really great." The former redhead stifled a sarcastic laugh.
"Stephanie was right about you." Edge spoke gently, after a moment or two, ".you are a scheming little bitch, and you know, maybe I should have taken up Stephanie's offer to *deal* with you on Smackdown," he spat.
Lita climbed off the bed and stood in front of Edge, not intimidated in the least by the fact that he had about 5 inches on her.
"Well come on then baby?" she jeered, "Deal with me now. Come on then! Hit me!"
The tall Canadian frowned at his friend in disbelief. He couldn't understand the way she was behaving, or why she was behaving like that. It was as though she were another person, but with Lita's appearance. She'd changed, and she'd changed for the worse.
"I'm leaving." He simply muttered, then proceeded to do exactly that.
"Coward." Lita whispered to his retreating form, and pushed the door shut. She was shaking, but not from fear. From regret. From confusion. Maybe.
Registering the silence in the room, she felt an overwhelming surge of loneliness shoot through her, and she allowed her tears to fall freely, as she collapsed on her bed. Edge had been one of her closest friends. Now she'd lost him for good, and all because of her damn pride. *She* knew that she hadn't meant any of the cruel words she'd said. They were just heat of the moment. The only problem, was that *Edge* didn't know she hadn't meant them. He didn't know about the mess she was in. He wouldn't understand. She just prayed that eventually, when everything did come out, then hopefully he would forgive her. Hopefully.
~
He'd made up his mind. Walking along the corridor, he stopped at a door and pulled out a piece of paper with a number on it, matching the one on the door. With the former redhead's hurtful words ringing in his ears, he knocked once. Twice.
The door opened and Edge smiled.
"Hey, so you finally decided to come," the other man said, gesturing for Edge to enter "what changed your mind?"
"Rob, let's just say that you were right about Lita."
He seemed angry, which didn't surprise the former redhead, as the man was known, by most other wrestlers to be extremely quick-tempered. Anyone, that didn't know him, would see those ash-green eyes, blond hair, and big smile and automatically believe he was flawless. Not that Lita had anything against him of course. She honestly thought he was a genuine sweetheart to the bone.
What she didn't know why he was knocking on *her* door, especially as he was Smackdown talent. If it had been at least a year ago, then Lita would have probably felt her heart melt at just the mere sight of him. But not now.
Without warning, Edge pushed past the former redhead, who stumbled backwards slightly, frowning at the sight of the two men standing nose to nose, glaring at each other.
"Edge.?" Lita yelped, but was cut short by the blonde's angry voice.
"What are you doing here?" Edge growled at Tripple H, who smirked in response.
Instead of answering the question, however, Hunter chose to address Lita, having to walk around the furious Canadian in order to do so.
"Uh.what do you say we continue our little chat another time?" he said, in a low voice. Lita forced a smile and nodded. "Well I'll see you later," Hunter told her, louder this time, as he left to head back to his own room.
Lita shut the door, relieved that Hunter was finally gone. Now all she had to do was deal with her surprise guest.
"What do you want?" Lita cut straight to the point, she wasn't in the mood for friendly small talk.
Edge, who appeared to have calmed down since Tripple H left, eyed the diva with obvious disapproval. She seemed to notice that, and shifted slightly from one foot to another.
"What was *he* doing here?" Edge wanted to know, and Lita inwardly flinched at the harshness in his tone.
"I don't think that's any of your business," The woman's champion scowled. She crossed her arms and took a seat on the edge of her bed. Edge frowned and removed a pink tee shirt to sit on the only chair in the room.
"Lita. I'm concerned about you."
"Your concerned? *Concerned?*!" Lita couldn't believe he'd just said that. Who did he think he was.her shrink?
"Well.you've been acting strange since you got back, and a lot of people are worried about you." The tall blond informed her, which only deemed to add fuel to her anger.
"Oh a lot of people huh? Worried about me." she stood up and began to pace, ".Just because I'm acting *strange?* That's kind of funny Edge, because nobody seemed concerned about me when I was lying in a hospital bed with a broken neck!" She spat the last part, but Edge shook his head profusely. He couldn't believe that she'd even think that. He cared about her a lot.
"Li, you *know* that we would have been there if we could. It's just that Vince and Stephanie."
"I know Edge.they had you all working extra hard when the General Managers were introduced." The diva finished for him. She'd heard their excuses before, and it seemed that the more she did hear them, then the more meaningless they became.
"That's right," he clasped his hands together and stared hard at the young woman, if only to emphasise on his next words. "Then when you came back, you started hanging around with Christian and Jericho. Then you have most of Smackdown hunting you down. And Tripple H in your hotel room at this time of night. Not to mention."
"Shut up Edge," God he could lecture, "For starters, Christian and Jericho aren't all that bad, hell you should know, Christian's your brother for Christ sakes! And Tripple H, well we were just discussing business. As for the time of night, well, *you're* here aren't you?" Lita rolled her eyes then added ".And who the hell do you think you are anyway? Coming to my room and giving me the third degree. Newsflash! You are *not* my father!"
"What about Bischoff?" Edge muttered. The Women's champion frowned. Unless Stephanie had said anything to Edge, then there was no way of him knowing about her blood relationship to the Raw Manager.
"W-What do you mean?"
"All of a sudden you're his little lackey.being a mole for him on Smackdown, and on your first day back, you get a title shot." The tall Canadian, folded his arms and narrowed his eyes speculatively.
"What are you getting at?" Lita shifted nervously.
"It's a well known fact that Eric Bischoff hates women, and yet here you are Lita, the Women's champion, and his famous little mole. If I were Bischoff, then I'd have a man do the job for me.unless." he broke off, shooting the former redhead a disgusted look.
Casting her eyes downward at the intensity of the blonde's gaze, Lita spoke softly. "Unless what?"
"Rumour has it that you're offering Bischoff something that no *man* ever could." Now Edge was the one looking down, studying his trainers. He just hoped to god that the things he'd heard about his friend were far from the truth.
Lita was speechless. He definitely didn't know that Bischoff was her father. But did it hurt her to know what he was implying.what he thought of her.that she would sleep with the boss for a stupid title. 'Rumours' did he say? So he wasn't the only one who thought she was a whore. They all did. Her so-called friends.
She knew that she should just tell him to get lost and stay out of her life, but what he'd said had really hit home, and she had to fight the tears that she knew were on the verge of falling. Damn the man.
"Why are you here Edge?" She asked, tiredly. She walked around to the left side of her bed, and laid down, resting her head on the feather pillow and closing her eyes.
"So it's true?" Edge pressed. He was afraid of her answer, but it never came.
Lita sat up suddenly, frowning at the blond and clutching the pillow in her arms. "What *are* you doing here Edge?" After all he *was* Smackdown talent. The enemy.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly taken aback at the diva's heedful tone. "W-well I'm here to see you of course."
"Are you? Or are you here because Stephanie sent you?" She accused, and glared at him as she waited for an answer.
"No I-"
"Then why all these questions Edge? Huh?" Lita raised her voice, the anger clear across her features. The Canadian's handsome face began to redden slightly. A tendency that Lita knew happened to him, when he became pissed off. Only he'd never ever been pissed off at her before.
"Maybe it's because I care about you Lita!" He yelled, rising from his seat. He took a few deep breaths before addressing her again, this time in a much quieter tone, ".and I thought you cared about me too."
Lita scoffed. She wouldn't let him get to her like that.
"Uh.if you're referring to the two week fling we had, just over a year ago now, then shouldn't the fact that I dumped you for Matt be an indication of how I really feel about you Edge?" she jeered, the joy shining in her eyes at the flash of hurt across the blonde's face. Then, just for the sheer fun of it, she added, "oh but don't worry baby, the sex was really great." The former redhead stifled a sarcastic laugh.
"Stephanie was right about you." Edge spoke gently, after a moment or two, ".you are a scheming little bitch, and you know, maybe I should have taken up Stephanie's offer to *deal* with you on Smackdown," he spat.
Lita climbed off the bed and stood in front of Edge, not intimidated in the least by the fact that he had about 5 inches on her.
"Well come on then baby?" she jeered, "Deal with me now. Come on then! Hit me!"
The tall Canadian frowned at his friend in disbelief. He couldn't understand the way she was behaving, or why she was behaving like that. It was as though she were another person, but with Lita's appearance. She'd changed, and she'd changed for the worse.
"I'm leaving." He simply muttered, then proceeded to do exactly that.
"Coward." Lita whispered to his retreating form, and pushed the door shut. She was shaking, but not from fear. From regret. From confusion. Maybe.
Registering the silence in the room, she felt an overwhelming surge of loneliness shoot through her, and she allowed her tears to fall freely, as she collapsed on her bed. Edge had been one of her closest friends. Now she'd lost him for good, and all because of her damn pride. *She* knew that she hadn't meant any of the cruel words she'd said. They were just heat of the moment. The only problem, was that *Edge* didn't know she hadn't meant them. He didn't know about the mess she was in. He wouldn't understand. She just prayed that eventually, when everything did come out, then hopefully he would forgive her. Hopefully.
~
He'd made up his mind. Walking along the corridor, he stopped at a door and pulled out a piece of paper with a number on it, matching the one on the door. With the former redhead's hurtful words ringing in his ears, he knocked once. Twice.
The door opened and Edge smiled.
"Hey, so you finally decided to come," the other man said, gesturing for Edge to enter "what changed your mind?"
"Rob, let's just say that you were right about Lita."