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"Christian! Are you all right?" Stephanie McMahon cried as she stepped into the locker room. She practically ran over to her boyfriend, a look of deep concern on her pretty face, her arms wide open.
The shorter of the two blond men winced as he hugged the young woman. "Yeah, I suppose I'll live...those damn Dudleys! They ruined everything!" His face became a mask of an angry scowl. "If it wasn't for them, at least Edge wouldn't have been outnumbered against the Hardys, because I'd have been there..."
The taller blond shifted his angry gaze to his friend, not really feelling so sure of what he's just said. Damn it! How could Lita just blab all to those 'Hardlys'?! Suddenly, he felt a nearly overwhelming urge to speak to Stephanie alone.
"Maybe I should speak to Dad," the brunette suggested. "Bubba Ray and D'Von had no right to put their grubby paws on you!"
"I don't think that'd do any good, hon..." Christian said, shaking his head. "Commissioner Foley - that fat reekazoid - is the one who's in charge, and what he says goes."
Edge raked a hand through his long blond hair, feeling more anxious by the moment as the woman spoke again.
"You know, we have got to do something about Mick Foley..."
"Hey, Stephanie?"
Both the brunette and Christian looked up simultanously, questioning expressions on their faces.
"Yeah, Edge?"
"Can I speak to you for a minute - privately?" the tall blond asked.
The other man arched a brow at that request, and Edge knew he was wondering why in hell he would ever need to ask his girlfriend something in private - or what he could possibly want to talk to her about in the first place.
Stephanie looked a little confused herself. "Um...yeah, sure." As she followed him out the door and into the hallway, Christian stared after them, but he didn't say a word, nor did he follow them.
"Edge? What's this all about?" the brunette asked in sotto voce, suspicion clearly written across her features. "What's wrong? You've got the strangest look on your face..."
The tall Canadian again ran a quick hand through his long hair, then spoke, keeping his voice to a near whisper.
"I need you to do a big favor for me - please..."
"Favor? What favor?" she asked, crossing her arms under her breasts as she eyed him with even more suspicion.
"Would you please go to the womens' locker room and get Lita for me? I need to ask her some questions..."
The brunette's face slowly showed recognition, and she arched an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I get it...you think she had something to do with what happened out there, huh?"
"Yes...I do," Edge admitted.
"Well...my personal gut feeling tells me she didn't," Stephanie said as she uncrossed her arms. "But I'll get her for you anyway..."
"Thank you."