�So did that little smack make you feel better?� he asked as he entered the locker room. She turned away from her bag to him. �Yeah. A little. At least until WrestleMania.� She replied. �Okay then. Was it necessary?� he asked closing the door and walking closer. She laid her hands on her hips, before she angled her head to him. �You tell me?� she asked. �Or should I just let her get away with her recent antics? She enjoys getting under my skin. She asked for that tag match to make *herself* look good.� She snapped, fisting her hand trying to calm down. Then looking straight into his eyes, �She knows which buttons to push.� She added quietly. �Baby, you shouldn�t let her.� He admonished, taking her hand; the other he raised to trace along her cheek where she�d been struck. She leaned into his touch as she closed her eyes. �Baby, we both know she was . . .� he began. �I know. And more importantly, I know why.� She interrupted. Taking a step back from him. �She thinks because she saw us arguing she can just waltz in a try to take you away. All she did was *piss* me off.� She announced. �So you picked a fight her?� he asked. �*She* walked into the locker room. *She* got in my face. The stupid airhead bitch actually thinks she *earned* that title. Her title defenses were a joke until Jazz.� Lita exclaimed. �You fought together at InVasion?� he reminded her. �That was for WWF. wCw is dead and it�s back to business. I want that title back.� Lita answered. �Pinning *her* instead of Jazz will remind her that she can�t break up what we have by flipping her hair and shaking her ass.� �So you�re fighting for me huh?� he asked smiling, �Do I get to come down to ringside and cheer you on?� he asked. �Nope. Too distracting.� She answered smiling. �Besides you�re going to win the championship belt for me, aren�t you?� She asked grinning. �Seeing as you wife is in the other corner.� She added referring to his �fake� marriage. �Ex-wife.� Hunter corrected, sliding his arms around her waist. �But there *is* another woman . . .� �Lucy *doesn�t* count. Or you can sleep in the doghouse with *her*.� She warned, trying to suppress the grin. �Well . . . .in that case.� Hunter conceded with mock reluctance before kissing her softly. �Sucks to be Trish.� He announced after a moment. �Damn straight.� Lita confirmed. �*Nobody* flirts with my boyfriend.� |
| Jezebel (Marcus Hummon/Jay Demarcus) I give him love the best I can But you don't seem to understand It's not always deep But it's always true And he does not belong to you Hey I do not forgive and I do not forget I will fight for love until the death Jezebel, save your charms He'll be back here in my arms Oh how quickly you forget He is not yours yet He is not yours not yet Gonna throw on this cotton dress Put lilac scent on the back of my neck Walk barefoot down that mountainside Straight to your door girl you can't hide 'Cause I do not forgive and I do not forget I will fight for love until the death Jezebel, save your charms He'll be back here in my arms Oh how quickly you forget He is not yours yet He is not yours not yet Standing out in the pourin' rain Callin' out my lover's name I know he won't leave me in the cold Send my baby home Send my baby home Jezebel, save your charms He'll be back here in my arms Oh how quickly you forget He is not yours yet He is not yours not yet |
| Summary/Notes: This is set the night of SmackDown � 3/14/02, before WrestleMania X-8 |
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