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"Well, well, well..." the man muttered as he stared into the TV monitor in his locker room. "Just look who's back..."

"So, the rumors proved to be true..." the other man, with whom he was sharing the locker room, muttered.

Chris Jericho smirked as he turend to eye Christian.

"Well, he is your brother...I would have thought you'd know..."

"Hey," the other blond man said, holding up his hands. "Edge and I don't speak, so why would I know?"

"Okay already!" Jericho said, hoping Christian would just calm down. "All I'm saying is that guy's gonna be trouble..."

"Oh, don't I know it...Don't forget how he screwed me out of the Intercontinental championship two years ago..." the short-haired blond snapped, an angry expression dominating his face.

"I remember," Y2J assured him. "You got a raw deal, Christian..."

"You're damn right!" Christian snapped. "And I'm not gonna let that ungrateful punk screw me over again..." He pointed a finger at Edge on the TV screen, where the tall blond man was involved in a match against Randy Orton.

"Maybe we should gather up a couple of other guys and take care of the problem of Edge..." Jericho suggested, his gaze traveling from the monitor to his friend.

"You know, that's not such a bad idea..."

"Test and Triple H aren't all that fond of him..."

"Triple H? Why would 'The Game' have anything to do with us?" Christian asked. "He thinks of himself as so high and mighty and the rest of us as mere peasants..."

"Maybe Trippy'll agree to help us out," Jericho said. "A couple of reasons he might go for it - one, if we let him be our 'leader,' and two, I'm sure he'll want to take Edge down a few notches - especially if he gets put into a number one contender's spot for the World title..."

"Okay, I see your point..." Christian said, nodding. "Not a bad idea...If anyone could come up with a good scheme to screw this guy, Triple H could do it..."

"What can we do to get to Edge, though?"

Y2J's handsome face broke into a broad grin as he glanced from Christian to the TV monitor.

Christian's gaze traveled back to the screen, and a smile brightened his countenance as well.

Now in the center of the ring, awaiting an opponent for the next match, stood Lita...

Christian glanced back at his friend, and he found himself feeling a great appreciation toward Jericho. Of course... He'd always known that Edge was fond of the redheaded diva - and in face, this brother had once admitted to having a bit of a crush on her little more than a year earlier... It would be perfect...

"Chris, you're a genius..."