Part Thirteen

To say she was nervous would be the understatement of the year. A week had passed since she had convinced the guys to allow her to go in and confront Bischoff about his plan to take over the WWE. All week long she had trained, walking on her treadmill to strengthen
her legs while plotting in her mind exactly how she would carry out her task. She was walking almost normally now. Only someone who
knew her situation would notice the slight limp she carried withher.

Tonight was the pay per view, so both brands were together. The place was jumping, what with twice the number of wrestlers and crew
milling around backstage. Tonight was also the night they planned to put their own plan into action.

"Hey," came a soft voice from the doorway. Lita jumped, not expecting anyone to enter her locker room.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me to death," she said, turning around to greet the intruder.

"I'm sorry, Lita. I didn't mean to scare you," said Jeff. "But, I think that answers my question of how you're doing."

"Yeah. I'm ok though. Just a little nervous. Don't worry. I'm ready to put Bischoff out of business."

"Well, don't worry one little bit. We're all going to be here for you. Edge and Matt are setting up the listening equipment in their
locker room now. Only Edge has a match scheduled for tonight and it's late in the schedule, so we're all going to be ready to move in
if you need us. And, Shane talked to Steph, so she's prepared to bring in Security if we need to."

"I know. I want Bischoff to pay for everything he's done, Jeff. That bastard set me back in my recovery. He has no regard or
respect for us. He's degrading to women. He's a self-centered, conceited, …"

"Ok, I think I get that you don't care for the man," Jeff interrupted, smiling. "You're going to be great Lita. It's great
to see the fire back in your spirit again."

"I'll second that," a new voice said. Matt Hardy entered the room and approached Lita and Jeff. He had a small device in his
hand. "It is good to see you back to your old self again."

"Yeah, well, I feel good now. But I'm going to feel great tonightwhen I see Bischoff hauled out of here."

"That's our girl. Here, we need to put this on you. It's the wireless mic. We'll be able to hear everything that you and Bischoff say. At the first sign of trouble, we're in there. You just concentrate on getting that bastard to spill his guts." Matt walked up to Lita and stood awkwardly, trying to figure out where to attach the mic without touching her in places he shouldn't. "Um, here, hold still while I tape this… on you… somewhere out of view," he mumbled, fumbling with the unit as he held it to several different places around her chest area.

"Matt, there's nothing new there you haven't seen before," she joked with him, taking the unit out of his hands. Matt took a half step
back blushing.

"I'll do it, bro," Jeff said snickering. "She still owes me sponge baths you know."

"I don't think so, Jeff," Lita said. "Coupons good for sponge baths expire as soon as the patient is able to walk on her own again. And
shower on her own," she added as an afterthought.

"Why don't we just worry about busting Bischoff and his boys tonight, ok?" Matt asked, attempting to change the subject. "I'm
really anxious about this going down like we planned."

"Aww, Lita," Jeff whined, still joking. "You promised me sponge baths. Geez, the least you could do then is let me help you with
your mic."

"Jeff?" Lita asked, pinning the mic out of site underneath her top then securing it with tape.

"What?" he answered smiling.

"Shut up," she said, finishing the job and looking up to smile at him sweetly.

The threesome laughed at the exchange and moved off towards the rear part of the locker room to discuss their plans in more detail. In
their chatter, none of them heard the soft gasp, nor their locker door then quietly click close again as their eavesdropper scurried off down the hallway, in a rush to share their ill-gotten information.

TBC