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RAW, December 8, 2003
Lita's jaw set angrily as she faced Trish in the locker room. The little blonde had been sitting quietly, deep in thought, her hands folded in her lap when the sound of her friend's voice brought her back around.
"We're still doing this - right?"
Trish looked up at the other diva, sorrow written across her features. She had had a full week to reflect on what had happened. She had refused to answer her cell phone when she'd known Chris was the one calling. She'd played back the voicemails he'd left her but had erased them all afterward... Well, all but one. It had torn at her heart. He'd sounded so sad as he'd said he felt as though she were avoiding him, asking her what he'd done.
Trying her best to stay strong, the Canadian squared her shoulders and let out a breath. She nodded.
"Yeah... What Chris and Christian tried to pull was rotten, and they deserve to pay for it." She left out her thoughts that especially Christian should suffer after he'd nearly scored on that ridiculous bet. She could hardly believe it.
"Okay, good," the redhead said. "We are going to let them have it." She balled her right hand into a fist and punched the air. She liked to pretend she was punching that creepy little bastard Christian right in the nose. Oh, how she hated him for what he'd done to her. How dare he deceive her and use her - and all for the sake of a bet over a stupid Canadian dollar! She wished he were right here in front of her at that very minute. She would make him hurt and suffer, and then she would laugh at him.
"Lita!" Trish called, grabbing hold of her friend's arm. She peered into the taller woman's face, waving her free hand in front of her.
The redhead broke out of the bitter reverie and glanced her way.
"The show is starting... Come on, let's go out there." In reality, Trish was pretty much dreading this, but she wouldn't back down. She couldn't, because they couldn't let those two get away with their slimy little scheme. Besides, she had promised Lita. She didn't want the redhead angry or disappointed with her when they'd finally become friends. The last thing she wanted was for them to go back to being enemies.
The two divas slipped out into the hallway, each consumed by her own thoughts as they made their way to gorilla position. Trish held her breath and tried to pace herself as she willed away memories of all the pleasant times she and Jericho had shared.
Lita, on the other hand, was seething inside. She focused on her pain and humiliation, consumed by the thought of what might have happened had she actually had sex with the creep known as Christian the previous week. Thank goodness for Edge. He was a true friend, caring and warm, not at all like his brother. What would she have done without him?
She would have slept with Christian and lived to regret it.
They strode down the entry ramp and to the ring at a deliberate pace as Lilian's melodious voice announced them. Trish held her breath as her gaze caught sight of Chris Jericho. They were already in the ring, each man holding a bouquet of red roses and vowing that they wanted to apologize. Could he possibly be sincere? she wondered.
"Trish... Trish, Lita, thank God you're here... Christian and I wanted to explain," Jericho said into the microphone he held. "And we wanted to ask you ladies if we could start over."
"That's right, Lita." This time, it was Christian who spoke, and the redhead's guard shot up in an instant. Her eyes narrowed, all the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as he went on. "We wanted to give you a peace offering." He held up the roses.
Trish entered the ring via the steel steps, with the redhead right behind her. The two divas came to stand several feet away from the men, nearly halfway across the ring.
Chris Jericho closed the distance first. He extended his hand, offering the blonde the bouquet, and he smiled when she took it. However, her face still donned an expression of uncertainty.
"I knew you'd come out here. Trish, you know that we have something special," he drawled. "And you know that I would never do anything to hurt you."
Lita rolled her eyes as she listened to his lines. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Christian, who wasn't saying anything for himself at this point.
"And Trish, you know it was all just a joke. You're my soulmate, Trish!"
The little blonde stared into the man's crystal-blue eyes, absorbing all of his words. And it was his last sentence that suddenly hit home... He wasn't being sincere. He was trying to sweet-talk her into giving him another chance, trying to insult her intelligence.
Christian moved directly into Lita's line of vision and handed her the bouquet of roses in his hand. He raised the mic up to his lips and spoke so softly, she almost didn't hear him.
"I'm sorry, Lita."
"Give us another chance, ladies," Chris said pleadingly. "Please?"
Lita and Trish exchanged glances and seemingly read one another's minds. Then, each diva smiling, they moved closer to the guys, as though to hug them. The redhead brought the fragrant roses up to her nose to inhale their lovely scent, but this was just a ploy. In seconds, she brought the bouquet down onto Christian's head, bashing him with it.
Trish did the same to Jericho, and before she knew it, she was using her fists. She battered the blond man repeatedly until he fell and rolled himself out of the ring.
His friend followed suit as Lita decked him, and the two retreated up the ramp. The crowd cheered the women on loudly, and Trish was all but deaf to that as she glared after Jericho. For once, she didn't feel tears behind her eyelids. And to her, that was a relief.