Title: Anger (1/1)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: PG-13/T
Characters: Lita, Edge
Spoilers: Hmm, RAW September 25th 2006.
Summary: She's angry… which means he's in trouble.

Notes: A response to the Emotions/Moods challenge issued by justagirl8225. The theme for this part is angry. It's a bit short… and it doesn't really have a point, but… at least she's angry. Lol.

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Lita strode through the corridor, her hair bouncing around her face angrily as she made her way towards the women's locker room.

"Lita, wait," a man's voice called from behind her, but instead of slowing down, the sound of his voice only increased her pace, the woman quickly turning a corner.

She marched ahead, stagehands stepping quickly away from her path when they saw the look on her face. There was a pile of boxes standing next to a wall, and with a vicious force, she slammed them down, the light boxes flying around, the man tripping on them as he followed her, and swearing loudly.

"Lita, damn it," he huffed, only barely able to keep his balance. "Will you just wait a damn minute!"

She continued on her way, completely ignoring the man that was trying to get her to slow down.

"Lita, sweetie," the man called after her, his voice a bit out of breath as he spoke. "I know you're probably a bit mad at me right now and I – "

"Well, aren't you just perceptive today," Lita said icily, not bothering to look back when she addressed him. "Maybe you can also see that you are the very last person I want to see right now."

"Lita – " he started, but was cut off.

"That means piss off."

He frowned at her back, the man struggling to keep up with her, even though he was a lot taller than she was, having longer strides.

"Will you just stop for a second so we can talk," he tried reasoning with her.

But there was no reasoning with the redhead this time around.

She shook her head vigorously. "There is absolutely nothing to talk about. There is only one thing to do right now and that is you leaving me alone."

"Lita, just be reasonable," he pleaded with her. "I don't see why you're so angry – "

She stopped in her tracks then, an incredulous look on her face, the man almost bumping into her due to her sudden stop.

"Excuse me?" she growled, glaring daggers at him, her eyes flashing dangerously and he flinched a little. "You put me in a NO HOLDS BARRED match against JOHN CENA – I mean seriously! And I know you're all for the equality of the sexes and I am too, but don't you think this is taking it just a tad bit too far? And now you have the nerve to say you don't see why I'm angry? You idiot! You big, dumb… idiot! You...!"

She let out an angry sound and threw her hands in the air. "I'm so angry I can't even form respectable insults anymore and you know what? That pisses me off. I'm so angry I could tie your hand behind your back and beat you up with a freaking baseball bat! So if you want to be able to walk normally from now on, I suggest you leave me the hell alone NOW."

Edge winced a little, looking at the woman warily as he continued to follow her, as she started off again. He didn't doubt her ability to beat him to a bloody pulp… actually, he was a bit concerned that she would do just that, if he wasn't careful.

He supposed he should be grateful that she hadn't decided to kick his ass in the ring tonight, on live television…

He shook his head, running up to catch up with her, this time going to stand in front of her… holding up his hands when she sent him a glare that could have frozen any man's blood in an instant.

"I apologize, okay?" He started tentatively, looking her in the eyes. "I shouldn't have put you in that match, but – "

"Damn right you shouldn't have," she glared at him, her hands going to her hips, but it didn't look like she was about to run off again, so he let out a breath, trying to figure out what to say.

"First of all, I want to say I'm sorry. I had no right to accept that match on your behalf." He looked at her sincerely. "You're my friend and I never want to hurt you, but… I guess I did tonight. I know I was selfish… I don't know what I was thinking. Well… I was thinking about the title – "

"You're always thinking about the title. There's no room for anything else in that thick skull of yours," Lita said, wrinkling her nose.

"I know. But it was wrong of me to put you up against Cena in order to get a better chance at that title." He sighed, reaching out to take her hand in his. She frowned at that, but didn't pull her hand away. "And I really am sorry. I don't know what else to say."

She looked at him for a long moment, detaching her hand from his after a moment.

Edge tilted his head, smiling weakly at the woman. "I could kick Cena's ass for you."

Lita snorted out loud, and he frowned when she spoke. "Oh, please. You probably wouldn't be able to kick his ass even if he had both of his hands tied behind his back." She sent him a half-smirk. "Maybe if he had one of his legs tied up as well, you might have a shot."

And then she turned away, leaving the blond Canadian standing there dumbfounded.

"Hey!" he called after her, irritated. "That was uncalled-for! And… that is so not true! I could kick Cena's ass any day, alright. Any day!" The man frowned, suddenly realising that he was not alone in the hallway. People were watching him curiously, since Lita had already vanished behind the corner, and he was standing alone in the middle of the hallway.

He suddenly felt very stupid.