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She sat there in her rented red PT Cruiser, the scene she'd witnessed on the TitanTron less than half an hour earlier replaying in her mind. Her heart was broken, and she would never be able to rid herself of the image of him in the shower with those two whores...
Chyna mentally cursed herself for having been so blind, so stupid. She should have *known* Eddy Guerrero had been up to something - something no good... After all the fuss and how he'd carried on about her posing for Playboy... Damn it, she should have *known*...
The muscular, raven-haired diva lay her head down against the steering wheel as sobs overcame her. Somehow, on the drive over here to the hotel, she'd managed not to break down, but now - now, she no longer felt strong enough to hold back.
Her heart broke over and over again as her mind replayed the scene... She and her fiance had been in a tag team match on RAW that night against the Goodfather and Val Venis of Right To Censor. Eddy had been in the ring with Val when the TitanTron had come to life, a G-TV segment playing. Chyna had looked up at it, more than curious, as she'd heard Guerrero's voice. He'd been in the shower, and then he'd grabbed a towel and stepped out. But the thing that had killed her was that he hadn't been alone... The curtain had been pushed back on either side to reveal that the former Godfather's last two hos, Victoria and Mandy, had been in there with him...
The Ninth Wonder of the World had stared, as though transfixed, at the screen, her mouth opening in shock. Eddy had cheated on her - and with two women who were *prostitutes*, at that. It broke her heart, but even worse, it made her feel completely worthless...
Chyna shut her eyes tightly, sobs continuously wracking her body as she cried it all out - when she suddenly realized that someone was knocking on the driver's side window of her rental car.
Without bothering to hide her tears or even wipe them away, the raven- haired diva raised her head to glance miserably at whoever was there. To her surprise, it was Y2J Chris Jericho. She took a gulping sob as she rolled down the window, eyeing the blond man sheepishly as she did. They had a bit of a history together, and things had ended badly, so it surprised her a bit to see him looking at her with concern.
"Hey..." Jericho said softly as he leaned over to peer in the window at her. "I know this is going to sound like a really stupid question, but... Are you okay?"
The dark-haired woman sarcastically forced a smile as she tearfully looked into the man's clear blue eyes.
"Fantastic... I just broke up with my fiance after discovering he's nothing but a lying cheat. I'm doing terrific, just terrific!" Chyna cried, and she broke down yet again.
Chris winced as he watched her, and he damned himself to eternal hell for his question. Of *course* she wasn't all right. He reached into the open window to unlock the door, then, when he had it open, he led the distraught woman out of the car. Then, before Chyna could protest, he held her tightly, rocking the diva back and forth ever so slightly as she wept in his arms.
Jericho vowed that he would make her forget all about that weasel
Guerrero...