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Four months later, Survivor Series - November 16, 2001
Chris Jericho was livid as he eyed the TV monitor in his locker room. The match currently taking place was that for the unification of the WWF Intercontinental and WCW U.S. titles.
He scowled as the camera zoomed in on Test, the big Canadian complaining to the referee for having claimed he'd only scored a two-count. The bastard was the current Intercontinental champion and had accomplished that by jumping ship and joining the Alliance - and by cheating in a title match against Edge by putting his feet up on the ropes while pinning the other man.
Y2J had a feeling that the only reason the buck-toothed jackass had gone after Edge in the first place was because the other blond man was Lita's boyfriend. Jericho completely doubted Test's real interest lay with the IC strap - although that, of course, was what the man claimed. Chris didn't buy into it for one second.
He wished he could have gone after Test himself tonight, but instead, he'd become a part of Team WWF to take on Team Alliance. Someone had to stop Stone Cold Steve Austin and that idiotic thirty-year-old Olympic geek-virgin Kirk Angel from destroying the very foundation of the company. And while he and The Rock were currently having their problems, Jericho felt he was the man for the job.
He raked a hand through his long blond hair as he continued to watch the action taking place in the ring. His hands clenched into fists as Test attempted a cover, again putting his feet up on the ropes. Edge, however, kicked out at two.
"Asshole motherfucker..." Chris muttered between gritted teeth, his voice so low even he had trouble hearing it.
This thing between Test and Edge was personal - only the former seven-time tag team champion didn't realize quite how personal it really was. Jericho shook his head as he thought about what Lita had gone through over the course of nearly three months. It was horrifying, disheartening, loathsome and sickening. Test had continued to harass, threaten and blackmail her - force himself on her until mid-September, when Edge had returned after being unexpectedly and brutally attacked by his brother, Christian, who'd turned against him.
Chris wanted to murder someone as he thought about it all. The redhead had basically been a sitting duck while Edge had been gone for those two weeks. But after the tall blond had returned, he and Lita had gone public about their relationship. That should have given Jericho at least a semblance of relief, but it didn't. Lita had still been raped on a regular basis for the better part of three months - and her boyfriend still didn't know a thing about it.
He knew the high-flying diva had absolutely no intention of telling Edge what she'd been through, either. She knew it would crush him, but she also believed it would kill him - and that he would blame himself - because if he hadn't been with Lita in the first place, Test never would have had such power to wield over her.
"Fucker!" This time, Chris' voice came out loud and clear as he uttered the exclamation when the traitorous rapist suddenly delivered a spear - Edge's own move - on his opponent. The smaller man kicked out at two, and Jericho was relieved.
"Come on, Edge..." he said, his crystal-blue eyes fixed to the screen. The man had to win this fight - even though he had no clue of what the battle was really about.
Chris got his wish, a feeling of relief going through him - at least for the moment - as Edge scored the victory via pinfall after delivering his Edgecution.
Damn it... Y2J still wanted a piece of Test. He should be able to beat the living hell out of the bastard... But because no one knew about his true relationship to Lita, he kept a low profile.
For now, he would continue to do so...