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"Ow!" Chris Jericho bellowed, a hand going up to his cheek where Trish had slapped him. "What the hell did you do that for?!"
"You deserved it for what you just said to me, you bastard!" the petite blonde diva shouted. Her pretty face looked downright furious as she glared directly into his eyes.
"Shit..." Y2J shook his head, shocked at how very hard she'd hit him. Considering the fact that she was so small, it was hard to believe she could possess that much force. Well, that was one mistake he'd never make again.
"And most especially for the other thing..." Trish muttered, nearly under her breath.
Jericho had to strain to hear her. In fact, although he was pretty sure he'd heard the woman correctly, but he had no clue as to what in hell she was talking about.
"What other thing?"
she narrowed her brown eyes at him, and the way Chris figured it, if looks could kill, he'd be dead as a doornail by now.
"Don't play dumb with me, Jericho! You know what I'm talking about..." she hissed.
Y2J was beginning to get angry again, and quite frankly, he was losing his patience with the diva.
"No, I don't... Look, Trish, do you really think I'd be standing here wasting my time with you if I had even the slightest clue of what you mean? Just spit it out already!"
"Does the name Stacy Keibler ring a bell???" she demanded in a soft voice. She placed her hands on her hips as she continued to stared murderously at him.
"Tall, blonde, never-ending legs... What about her?" Jericho said. He still had no idea what she was getting at, until... Then, he grinned as he recalled what had happened to the leggy diva so recently. "Oh, yeah... And then there's that little matter of that GTV segment from the other night..."
"Damn you, Jericho!" Trish cried, looking furious enough to pour coffee all over him. "So Victoria was right... You are behind all of that!"
"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" Chris asked, his brows knitting together as he frowned with confusion. "What are you accusing me of here, Stratus?"
"You taped that GTV segment!"
"I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else - unless all that bleach has seeped into your brain..." Y2J shook his head and turned to walk away, but the diva wouldn't let him.
"You asshole!" she yelled, and Jericho stopped in his tracks, turning back to face her.
Trish didn't back down an inch, despite the look of anger that had returned to the blond man's face.
"Why don't you just admit it was you?"
He sighed with exasperation, shaking his head, eyes closing as he stepped a few inches closer to her.
"Look, Stratus... There is nothing for me to admit. I am not the culprit behind Stacy Keibler's heart getting broken. If you ask me, Test was probably stupid enough that he recorded his little act of lust. And to be honest with you, even I would never resort to such a shitty thing."
Trish narrowed her brown eyes to slits as she stared at him. She wasn't sure whether or not to believe him, but then, Chris Jericho had never given her reason to trust him.
"I don't have to explain myself to Stacy or you or anyone," Jericho continued, "and you can choose to believe me or not believe me. It's no skin off my nose."
The blonde diva couldn't help noticing just how steady the man's gaze was. He certainly sounded like he was telling the truth...
...And damn if she didn't believe him... So, that done, she realized one thing - they were back to square one. Actually, make that two things - Chris Jericho actually had it in him to be sincere...