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.

a) 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

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