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Sean could hardly focus as Evolution played their set for the night. How could he when that slut was blackmailing him? Luckily, he was on autopilot and knew exactly what he had to play on his bass note-for-note.
He tried his damn best to keep a scowl from crossing his face every time his eyes shifted to Torrie. He glanced over at Batista to his left and wondered just what would happen if he confessed the truth to him. He knew it wouldn't be pretty, but being a big guy himself, he knew he would be able to handle a fight. Besides, they were friends... And guys usually forgave their friends more readily than they did their girlfriends in this scenario. Then again, he hadn't done anything with Torrie, so what did he really have to worry about?
He didn't know... He really didn't. As he continued to play, and to sing backup vocals into his microphone, he shifted his gaze over to Lita and Edge. The two looked so happy together. Sean couldn't help being envious. He'd had a crush on the redhead for quite awhile, but if she didn't want him as anything more than a friend, he wanted her to be happy with someone else. Inwardly, he sighed, wondering if he would ever find that special woman.
"All right!" Torrie cried over the loudness of the music. She danced her way through the crowd, her arms up over her head, a big smile donning her face. She moved on over to the members of Sweet Misery, who were all in the front. They had already played their set earlier.
Lita stared suspiciously at the blonde, her gaze never leaving her as she was so near. She felt Edge's strong arm around her shoulders and leaned further into his touch but kept watching Torrie. That woman was nothing but trouble.
"Hi there!" the platinum blonde quipped. She was still swaying to the beat as she sidled up to Chris Jericho. The singer turned at the sound of her voice and cursorily looked her over.
"Hi."
The woman laughed throatily, reaching out to lightly touch him on the wrist with one finger. That got Chris' full attention, and he looked at her with confusion.
Torrie grinned, giving him her most flirty, seductive look.
"Dance with me!" she cried.
Jericho frowned, his gaze going from her, back to the stage, then quickly back, as though he were deciding. Then, he put up both hands in protest.
"Err... No, I don't think so," he said with a small laugh. I don't dance. I'm no good at it!"
Torrie refused to take that excuse as an answer.
"Oh, come on!" she exclaimed, a little pout briefly coming to her pretty face. "It'll be fun!" She smiled winningly at him again and took him by the arm, dancing beside, and then, against him.
Chris was flabbergasted. This woman just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Well, then, maybe he should just dance with her. After all, there was no harm in that as long as that was all it was.
"Oh, what the hell?"
Against his better judgment, the blond man moved along with the woman, even placing his hands on her waist in the process...
... And that was when all hell broke loose.
"What the hell...!" Dave didn't stay in his place onstage long enough to finish the phrase into the mic as his rage grew. He sprang down to the club floor, startling many patrons as he shoved people out of the way to get to Jericho. "Get the fuck off my girl!"
Lita gasped, her hands coming up to her face as her ex-boyfriend tackled her bandmate.
Christian raced away from Trish, telling her to get back as he ran over to help his friend.
Edge merely stood by Amy's side, a look of horror on his face. He was so shocked, he didn't know what to do.
O'Haire and Randy Orton both leapt off the stage to help as well.
"Dave - no!" Sean shouted.
Fans all around started yelling and screaming, clearing the area as Batista hovered over Jericho, pummeling him.
Lita stared with wide eyes, shouting at the large man as well. He'd hurt Edge, and now he was hurting Chris. This was just madness!
And then, her eyes swept over to Torrie Wilson, the cause of this chaos. The blonde looked absolutely satisfied... Like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. The redhead shook her head and scowled at the woman. So, was that it? She got off on making Dave jealous, to the point that he would beat up other guys over her? How sick.
She looked up as Edge finally moved from her side to help Christian. Somehow, the two managed to get hold of Chris while Sean and Orton got Batista.
"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!"
"Fuck you!" Jericho yelled, and Edge winced at those words. Chris didn't get it... Batista was like a madman! "I didn't do anything!"
Dave squirmed, trying his best to escape the strong grips of Sean and Randy.
"Like hell!" He pointed at the much smaller man, fury on his face. "You keep away from my girl!"
Ric and Stephanie suddenly appeared and went on the stage.
"What the hell is going on here?" Flair shouted into one of the microphones. "That's enough! This is supposed to be a rock concert, not a pro-wrestling event!"
Stephanie stared down at the spectacle, noting that her very own boyfriend had been a part of it. She didn't quite know how to react to that when she suddenly felt all the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She turned to her right to see Triple H standing there, staring at her.
Her flesh seemed to crawl a moment later as he flashed a smile her way.