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Victoria stormed to the back full of anger, knowing full well she was going to have plenty of questions to answer, and from more than one person.
The first two people she encountered were Lita and her tall, blond boyfriend - Edge, she believed his name was? They eyed her curiously, and the redhead approached her, head cocked to one side.
"What-"
Before the WWF diva could say another word, another voice cut her off, and they looked up to see Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. The brunette ECW owner was very obviously irate, her blue eyes hard as she neared.
"What the hell was that?!" she demanded, instantly getting in Victoria's face. "Who the hell do you think you are?! Was that your idea of a joke?!"
The raven-haired woman scowled at her, her hands opening and clenching into fist. Stephanie was annoying the hell out of her, and after having to deal with Torrie Wilson giving her grief, she felt as though she could snap - *or* snap the brunette like a twig...
"Get away from me..." she spat in a low tone.
"You have got some nerve!" Stephanie shouted, her face growing more furious. "What are you, a WWF spy?!" She poked a finger at the other woman, not reacting a bit as a veil came over Victoria's eyes.
"You know what? I am really fucking tired of you!" the muscular diva shouted, her eyes growing wide in her fury. "And I'm not taking anymore of your crap - you silicone-inflated whore!"
The ECW owner's eyes went wide, her jaw dropping open with shock - until a new voice spoke, causing her to grow disgusted and leery.
"Ha ha! Bravo, Victoria - bravo..."
The group turned to see Chris Jericho approaching, a grin on his face as he clapped his approval. Maybe the supposed new Alliance diva could actually rival him in trading off insults about Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley.
"Jericho..." the brunette snarled, her blue eyes now narrowed to slits as she eyed him with disgust and suspicion. "So you're the one behind all of this! I might have known."
"Actually, Princess - you're wrong. I can't take credit for knowing a thing about what was going to happen in the diva match tonight. Can't say I didn't enjoy it, though." Y2J smirked. "I always did love seeing Whorrie get her ass handed to her - and you know how much I enjoy a good insult directed at you."
"Go to hell!"
"Oh, believe me," Jericho laughed, "I'd gladly go there if you went the other way..."
Stephanie scowled at him, her expression hardening as she turned back to Victoria.
"You are going to pay for what you did tonight, bitch!" Then, to everyone's amazement, the Billion Dollar Princess slapped the raven-haired woman sharply across the face. Victoria's head rocked to one side, her eyes closing with the force - and then, instantly recovering, she glared at the woman more murderously than ever. Letting out a near-growl of rage, Victoria lunged for Stephanie, the brunette's face growing terrified. Letting out a squeal, the frightened ECW owner began to flee.
Ordinarily, Chris would have loved to see Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley get her clock cleaned, but right now, he, like Edge and Lita - not to mention everyone else - wanted to know what in hell was going on. So instead of allowing the diva the satisfaction of getting her hands on the brunette, he made a grab for Victoria.
Jeez, the woman was strong. She struggled in his grasp like a maniac, thrashing and kicking, jet black hair flying as she screamed obscenities after the retreating Stephanie.
"Let me go, damn it!"
"Hold it, hold it..." Jericho said. "We've all got some questions for you."
The raven-haired diva settled down a bit, her breathing still hard, and she was obviously still upset.
"I know I'd like some answers," Lita put in with a nod.
Victoria sighed, regaining her previous composure.
"All right... I guess you all deserve that... Fine - come with me."
With that, she led the three of them down the hall and to the locker room of her friend - the very one who'd helped to orchestrate this plan.
After a knock that Jericho knew had to be a secret code thing, the door was opened - and he, Lita and Edge stared with shock at the person behind the door...
...Kurt Angle.