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"What?!" Dave boomed, his dark brown eyes wide, face contorted with rage as he glared down into Torrie's face. Grabbing control of himself somewhat, he reduced his voice to a near whisper. "You *slept* with that guy??"
"No!" the platinum blonde exclaimed. "It wasn't like that, Dave... I just... went down on him."
"You *what*?!"
Torrie started to shake her head, a cross between fear and sorrow crossing her face. Batista was truly furious, his face now red with rage. She didn't utter a single word more, but it didn't matter, as Dave suddenly turned away from her and briskly stalked his way toward the tall blond man who was standing with Lita.
The moment her boyfriend broke away from her, Torrie's features transformed into a big grin. This was just perfect... Dave had reacted in precisely the manner she'd anticipated.
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"Well, I'm glad to see you two finally patched things up." Chris Jericho smiled at his two friends and bandmates, Stephanie right at his side. He hugged the brunette against him as Edge began to explain Lita's sudden appearance at his door earlier in the day. However, something happened that halted the blond man - and startled all of them.
One minute, they were all standing there chatting pleasantly - the next, Adam was suddenly tackled down to the floor by a large, unbelievably solid body.
Stephanie let out a scream, and Chris yelled as well, but all Lita could do for a split second was blink and stare as though she were only imagining it. Then, regaining her wits about her, the redhead started shouting - at her ex-boyfriend, no less. Dave Batista was practically sitting on Adam as he pounded a fist into the blond man's face.
"Dave, no! Stop it!" She dodged to make a grab for the huge man's arm.
Batista nearly growled as he stopped hitting Edge, seemingly ignoring the redhead for the moment. He grabbed hold of the front of the smaller man's shirt, pulling him up a bit so that their faces were closer. He snarled, the rage clear in his eyes.
"You wanna mess with my girl?" Batista said in a dangerously low voice. Steam was practically emerging from his ears. "You worthless little bastard! The next time I see you near her again, you are *dead meat*!" He punched the blond man one more time, as though for good measure, and Amy screamed. Jericho seemed about to charge the big man when he still didn't get up. Stephanie had fled to find Ric.
Lita's eyes were wide as she stared at her ex-boyfriend incredulously. It was just as Edge had feared. Somehow, Batista had found out what had happened the previous night. But how...?
She was knelt down, examining Edge, the tall blond man just laying there and obviously wracked with pain. His nose was beginning to bleed, and he had a reddened mark on his left cheekbone that would definitely darken to a bruise. Damn it... And then, she looked up frantically - and that was when she spotted Torrie Wilson several feet beyond, just by the stage. The platinum blonde wore a ridiculous smile on her painted face. Amy swiftly put two and two together, the answer being that, for some reason - most likely a *sick* one - the bitch had just come out and voluntarily *told* Dave the truth. Shit... She wanted to *kill* her!
Dave had just stalked away, giving Adam one last glare as he departed. Lita, now joined by Chris, helped Edge.
"Oh, God... Adam... Adam, are you all right?" the redhead asked. She felt so horrible - sick, even.
The tall blond man nodded weakly as Amy and Jericho helped him to stand.
Chris shook his head.
"I wonder how he found out?"
Lita cast the shorter blond man a questioning look, but didn't ask a word as to how *he* knew what had happened. After all, she knew men tended to talk just as much as they claimed women did.
She shook her head.
"The bitch *told* him."
"Huh?" Chris faced her. "How do you know?"
"Just check out the look on her face," the redhead replied, disgust written across her countenance. She softened as she looked back up at Edge. The poor guy's nose was bleeding even more. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up..."