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Lita was practically in tears as she returned to the locker room.
She was angry, but more importantly, she was heartbroken. As far as she was concerned, Edge's actions of a few minutes earlier had spoken far louder than any words he could have uttered. Damn, but even if the blond man had gone up to her and said, 'Lita, I hate you and I never want to see you again,' it would have been less painful than this...
"Hey, are you all right?"
The redhead looked up, her long hair whipping as she turned to see Chyna standing behind her. The Ninth Wonder of the World's face wore a look of concern as she examined her.
"No..." Lita replied, hating the lump in her throat, the heaviness in her heart as she spoke. "No, Chyna, I'm not all right..."
"I'm so sorry, Li - I saw what those two blond airheads did to you out there..." the raven-haired woman said. "That was really rotten..."
"Yeah, it was..."
"If I were you, I'd get those guys where it would hurt the most..." Chyna continued. "Hey, you want me to challenge them and give them the Great Balls of Chyna?"
Lita noted the fierce gleam of anticipation of such a thing happening in her friend's gray-blue eyes but merely shook her head.
"No thanks, Chy...Actually, all I want to do right now is get the hell out of here..."
"Understandable...Look, if you need anything, just want to talk, I'm here for you..."
"I know...thanks..."
As Chyna watched her sadly, the redhead gathered up her things to leave. She didn't even bother taking a shower or changing her clothing.
In another few minutes, she was out of the arena and in her rental car. She was heading back to the hotel to be alone - with her misery and her tears...
*
Edge felt awful and wished there were a way he could leave...
He was still at the arena, 'celebrating' with Christian - and Stephanie, who'd come to their locker room about a half-hour earlier. At her boyfriend's request, the brunette had come bearing a bottle of champagne.
Edge found it ridiculous - Christian was actually thrilled at what they'd done to Lita... He truly thought that in hurting her, they were, in reality, hurting the Hardy Boyz.
The tall blond man quickly glanced at his watch, then at Stephanie. The brunette gave him a knowing look - she knew he was not enjoying this one bit. Hell, he hadn't even accepted a glass of champagne!
"You're such a party pooper, Edge!" the shorter man complained. "Can't you even pretend to be having a good time?"
"No..." When Christian gave him an odd look, he elaborated. "Actually, I'm feeling kind of sick...I think I ate something that didn't agree with me..."
"Then you'd better get back to the hotel..." Stephanie suggested, gesturing from behind her boyfriend's head.
Edge looked up sharply, surprised, yet grateful toward the brunette at the same time. She'd definitely become an ally for Lita as well as himself over the last little while.
"Yeah...you should do that..." Christian agreed, and the taller man was further surprised. "That's where you should be if you feel sick...Don't worry, man - I'll catch up with you later..."
"Well, okay..." Edge replied, and in his haste nearly ran to the door.
"Later..." The moment he was out in the hall, he broke into a run...