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She was simply speechless...
The young woman sat in front of the vanity mirror in her locker room, staring at her reflection but not really seeing it, as her mind was somewhere completely different.
She wondered why he'd done it - why he'd really done it...
She had gotten into a bit of trouble out there in the ring. After the match, no less - and after she had gotten the pinfall for the victory for her team.
No one had been able to help her when Victoria had attacked - Ivory had been tied up with Molly Holly, and Steven Richards had taken car of Lita, shoving her hard into the guardrail when the redhead had made a move to prevent him from going into the ring to help Victoria attack her...
Then, Steven had entered the ring while Victoria had held her in place by the arms. She'd had nowhere to go - the raven-haired diva was strong, and she'd been powerless to free herself of her iron grip.
Victoria had ordered her beau to attack, and Richards had been preparing to deliver a Steven Kick - and then, suddenly, he came out... And to her rescue...
The diva had been filled with confusion - which she was still feeling - as the man had gone instantly after Steven. He'd shoved Victoria away, dishing out a ton of offense to her boyfriend, beating the hell out of him.
When Victoria came back to get in his face, he'd tossed her from the ring like a ragdoll.
By this point, she'd still been laying there on the mat, looking up at him, not having a clue as to what to expect of him next. She was almost half-cowering in that corner, certain that she would be next. After all, the man had a reputation for being a jackass, and it had only been a few short months ago that he'd had Stacy Keibler locked in his signature maneuver. All in all, although he'd just battled two people who'd meant to do her serious physical harm, there was really no reason she should trust him...
But he hadn't done a thing... He'd taken hold of her and gently helped her up. Then, as she stared into his crystal-blue eyes with shock and confusion, he'd reached out and placed his palm gently against her cheek, caressing it, a small smile on his face, yet a look of concern there as well. He'd done nothing more and then just exited the ring - leaving her feeling even more baffled.
Later on, caught backstage in the arena hallway, the man who'd saved her had been questioned by co-General Manager Stone Cold Steve Austin. The Rattlesnake had asked him why he'd saved her. His answer, quite simply, was that he was doing the right thing, the exact opposite of what Austin - who'd stunned Stacy Keibler earlier that night for refusing to drink the beer he'd given her - would have done - he'd treated a diva like a lady...
Trish Stratus reached up and touched her left cheek - the very one that he'd caressed only a few minutes earlier. Somehow, she sensed there was more to it than what he'd said to Austin...
She rose and strolled down the hall in hopes of running into her savior. Then, sure enough, she spotted him standing near the coffee spread.
He looked up just in time to catch her silently watching him...
"Trish..." he said softly, a gentle expression on his handsome face as she drew nearer.
Without a word, the blonde woman stepped even closer, until she was mere inches from him. The pair gazed into one another's eyes silently until Trish made her move, pulling his head down to hers...
...And she kissed Chris Jericho.
//The End?\\ Or should I continue this fic, making it a series?