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Y2J Chris Jericho stood there outside the ring, one hand to his face as he stared down at the fallen diva with genuine concern.
He couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he really had made some contact with Stacy's head when he'd swung that steel chair. Or was it just that the leggy blonde was that good an actress? Damn it... He honestly couldn't tell. She was so still.
In the meantime, the referee had shoved him aside to check on Stacy, as had Test, who, to his utter shock, was actually crying. Jericho had never expected that. But it didn't matter - the bastard had raped his cousin, and that was all he needed to remind himself. The asshole deserved to be upset.
"Get some help!" Test was shouting as he looked up from where he was kneeling at the blonde's side.
Chris was worried. Jeez... She hadn't so much as moved a muscle.
"Go on - get out of here!" the official shouted at him as he suddenly stepped before Y2J as he'd been inching closer to the scene.
"What?" the blond man asked. Then, deciding he had to milk this for all it was worth, despite the unease he felt not knowing if Stacy was truly okay, he shouted, "It wasn't my fault!" He ran a hand through his disheveled long hair as he nearly threw a temper tantrum. However, reluctantly, he began making his way up the ramp to the back, turning around as he tried to catch a glimpse of some signs.
EMTs suddenly ran past him with their equipment. Damn it... Chris hoped Stacy really was all right. He knew he wouldn't know for sure whether she was until later.
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"Wow..." Edge said, his gaze fixed to the TV monitor. "Stacy's really doing a great job of pretending to be hurt."
"I know...maybe almost too good a job of it," Lita said, her expression a bit concerned. "Look at Chris - he obviously thinks he really hurt her."
"Maybe he did..."
"No, I don't think so - look, here's another replay. Look, see?" She pointed with one finger. "See how the chair exclusively hit the ring post? It didn't really touch Stacy at all," the redhead said.
"Yeah, I do see that," the blond man said with a small smile. "Then she's just one hell of an actress."
Lita shifted her gaze so that their eyes met and smiled. "And thank goodness for that..."
After a few minutes, they watched as paramedics rushed to the scene to attend to the leggy blonde woman. A hard collar was fixed around her neck, and she was gently placed on a stretcher.
"Look at that prick..." Edge said angrily, referring to Test, as the man stood by helplessly, tears running down his face.
The redhead's face fell. She didn't want to look at him, because he thoroughly sickened her. To this day, although Test hadn't laid a finger on her in about a year and a half, it still creeped her out to look at him. Hell, it bothered her to even think of the man. All those terrifying memories and every last humiliation he'd inflicted on her would come rushing back something awful. She did, however, find herself feeling shocked that the bastard was actually capable of caring that much for a person other than himself - and judging by the way he was so openly weeping for Stacy, he was.
The couple suddenly looked up as there was knocking on the door.
"That's got to be Chris..."
The tall blond man got up to answer, and as he opened the door, sure enough, it was Jericho. The shorter blond stepped into the room, quickly shutting the door behind him.
"That all went real well," Edge told him in a congratulatory fashion. "Couldn't have been any better."
Chris ran a hand through his messy blond hair. "I hope so..."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean, Junior? Stacy looked like she may really be hurt."
"Oh, Chris, no..." the redhead said from the couch across the room.
"She was so damn still..." Jericho said.
"Well, in any case, we won't know until she's out of the hospital," the taller blond man said. "She's supposed to call you from there later, right?"
"Yeah...I just hope to God the doctor isn't too ethical to 'diagnose' her as having a concussion," Y2J said. He focused his crystal-blue eyes from Edge to Lita. "If this doctor doesn't comply, we're finished..."