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Chris Jericho entered the locker room of the WWF and smiled as he approached the two men of the moment - Edge and Christian. The two Canadians had just defeated Lance Storm and Mike Awesome in the first match of InVasion, and Y2J couldn't be happier.
"Way to go, guys..." he said when he reached where the two brothers were sitting.
"Thanks, Chris," Edge said cheerfully. He looked back at his girlfriend, who was currently standing beside him. Then, as he gestured to her, Lita came to sit down on his lap.
"I told you we'd beat those chumpstains!" Christian laughed. The blond man glanced up at Y2J. "Now all you have to do, Jericho, is beat Rhyno..."
"Don't worry, I will," the other man stated firmly. "Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley thinks she has a leg up on me..." Chris reached a hand up to his face to scratch thoughtfully at his chin. "On the other hand, she usually has both legs up for any of the boys in this company..."
"Whoa!" Christian cried, clapping. Edge joined his brother by laughing. Even Lita wore a smile on her face.
"Sweet Li has to win her match, too," the tallest of the three blonds said. "And you'll do it, won't you?"
The redhead nodded emphatically and raised a fist into the air. "Damn straight, baby!"
"The only one you really have to worry about is that Victoria - but don't worry...you, Jackie and Trish can handle her..."
Jericho grew silent and lost as he thought of the raven-haired woman. Victoria... Her name echoed in his head. Somehow, there just seemed to be something about her. He recalled how he'd watched her training Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson in the ring the other day. He really hadn't been able to stop thinking of her since then.
Too bad she was a part of the damned Alliance...
After a moment, Chris left his friends to grab a bite to eat. He was making his way down the arena hallway when he turned a corridor and nearly collided with someone.
"Watch where you're going, Junior!" When he looked up, he saw who it was - Kurt Angle. The Olympic Gold Medalist's expression looked pretty nervous, and he wondered why.
"Sorry, Jericho."
Y2J smirked. While he and Angle had never really gotten along and had been bitter enemies in the past, he didn't really have a problem with him now. At least the man had enough decency to be anti-Alliance - which was more than could be said for his opponent for the night, WWF champion Stone Cold Steve Austin. The Rattlesnake had shocked and disappointed everyone by joining up with Shane McMahon, Stephanie and Paul Heyman and their pack of assclowns.
"No problem, 'Kirk,'" Jericho said, chuckling as the man's face grew a little annoyed. "Hey, good luck out there tonight, man...I hope you make Stone Cold tap."
Now, the Olympian smiled.
"Same to you, Jericho - make Rhyno tap..."
"You know I will...And if that dirty, nasty, filthy, brutal, disgusting trash bag ho decides to get involved, I may just make her tap, too!" Chris exclaimed. He meant it. It was always a pleasure for him to make Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley's life miserable - she was so annoying, what with her whiny, bitchy, spoiled attitude.
As Angle retreated down the hallway, Y2J resumed his walk to the buffet. Halfway there, he spotted a somewhat familiar form standing just outside the room that happened to be serving as locker room to the Alliance divas.
He gazed over the long, straight black hair, the muscular yet feminine curve of her shoulders, back and - he found himself unable to resist - glutes. He watched as she helped herself to a cup of coffee as she continued about her business at the table before her.
Suddenly, Victoria turned around to see him standing there. Startled, she nearly spilled her coffee - oddly, much like Chris had done all over Kane sometime last year.
"Sorry...Didn't mean to scare you."
The dark-haired Alliance diva smirked.
"Believe me, you didn't," she replied smartly. "I'm not exactly the type who scares easily."
"Oh, I can certainly see that," Jericho replied with a slight grin. He liked the fiestiness of this woman.
They stood there and stared at each other for a brief moment, neither speaking. Finally, Victoria could take the awkwardness she was feeling no longer.
"Was there something you wanted?"
"As a matter of fact, yes..." the blond man said. "Now, I know you're Alliance and I'm WWF - and even though you're facing three of my friends tonight, I...Well, I just wanted to wish you good luck." Then, without another word, Chris turned and continued on his way...
...Leaving a thoroughly surprised Victoria staring after him with wonder.