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The man could not believe his eyes or ears as he witnessed the scene taking place before his eyes.

"What a couple of miserable scumbag bastards!" he shouted, though no one was around to hear him yelling. He raised one hand to practically tear at his long blond hair before letting it drop to his side. Unconsciously, he clenched it into a fist, as he felt the need to hit something - someone...

What he really wanted to hit - rather, who - were those two pathetic jerks Y2J Chris Jericho and his own brother, Christian.

He'd hardly been able to believe his ears when he'd heard that smug, arrogant Jericho mention a bet. A bet... Y2J and Christian had made a bet over which one of them could sleep with a diva first. And they'd chosen two divas in particular...

He grew even more angry when the camera had shifted just outside to the locker room - where his friend Trish Stratus stood, overhearing everything. The blonde's heart was broken, tears streaming down her face as she weakly clutched the Canadian jersey she'd made for Chris. She'd actually fallen for the bastard, and had been considering tonight being 'the big night.'

Edge clenched his hands into fists again. Poor Trish... She was falling apart, her heart shattered into a million pieces. He wanted to pound Chris Jericho to a pulp...

And then, he thought of the diva his brother had bet he could 'bag'... Lita...

The tall blond man became even more enraged as he thought of how slick Christian was - thinking the redhead would be easy pickings after the alleged look of adoration she'd given him out at ringside. Edge wouldn't have been surprised if Christian and Lita's rotten asshole ex-boyfriend Matt Hardy were fucking Molly Holly... The brunette had run out to attack the other diva during the two men's match - for which Lita had accompanied the blond man - tossing her into the steel ring steps. It would make perfect sense if Molly was in cahoots with Christian...

Edge felt literally sick to his stomach just by the fact that Christian was his brother. The little ass... He couldn't understand how his own flesh and blood could so callously use a woman like that. Oh sure, he himself hadn't exactly been an angel in the past, but at least he'd never resorted to this kind of shit! Even at his worst, Edge had never played games with a woman - it was immature, low and pathetic, in his opinion...

God damn it... What must Lita be thinking right now...? He'd seen the way she'd looked at Christian earlier, after his match. And judging by that, his brother very well might have been right in what he'd said to Jericho. To make matters worse, the redhead had to be extremely vulnerable right now, what with Matt dumping her a mere two weeks earlier...

Edge ran a hand through his long blond hair, his mind working furiously as he thought about what he should do about all of this. Damn it... Lita and Trish were his friends, and he damn well sure was not going to let those two pricks get away with the crap they were pulling.

Then, it suddenly came to him. He was one of the superstars from SmackDown, but that didn't have to be the case. Since Test, Scott Steiner and La Resistance had all been fired earlier by RAW's new co-General Manager Mick Foley, those guys would no doubt seek jobs on SmackDown. Edge knew damn well that Paul Heyman wouldn't turn them away. Therefore, he should have no problem leaving and jumping ship to RAW...

...And when he did that, his sorry excuse for a brother and that jackass Jericho would be in for a surprise...