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Stacy Keibler smiled to herself almost conspiratorially as she strode down the arena hallway.
After her little idea of Lita doing what she did by getting over herself and just asking Edge out, the blonde diva had actually convinced the redhead to do so - but only on one condition. Lita first needed to know whether the Canadian liked her. She'd insisted to Stacy that she was not going to just march up to a guy and ask him out, only to get rejected after everything she'd been through.
The leggy blonde diva nearly laughed out loud as she realized how crafty her friend could be... Lita knew Edge liked her, but she was just too chicken to do anything about it herself. So, the redhead had commissioned Stacy to talk to Edge. It was all so junior high school - not that the blonde minded. On the contrary, she found it pretty cute.
"Stacy!"
The leggy blonde's smile waned and then disappeared completely at the sound of the voice that had issued her name. Reluctantly, she turned around.
"What do you want, Jericho?" She made no attempt to hide her disdain for the blond man.
Y2J Chris Jericho ran a hand through his long hair, the expression on his face appearing helpless.
"Sorry to bother you, but... Well, you're one of Trish's best friends..." He looked at her imploringly with those crystal blue eyes of his.
"Yes, I am... So?" Stacy was about a minute away from losing her patience with him. After what he and Christian had pulled on Trish and Lita - her two closest friends - she despised Y2J even more than she already had. The man was exactly what the little blonde Canadian diva had said he was - an asshole.
"So... I was wondering if you would do me a favor and talk to her for me?" Jericho said sheepishly. He looked completely cowed, and seemingly ready for a tongue-lashing.
Stacy let out a sarcastic little laugh.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked rhetorically. "You want me to go to my friend and put in a good word for you after what you did to her..." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes..."
By now, the leggy blonde was angry.
"Look, Jericho - you're the one who fucked up - not me. I suggest you leave Trish alone, since that's obviously what she wants you to do..." Stacy stuck a finger at him, her brown eyes narrowed and full of contempt. "Excuse me - I have more important things to do right now." She pushed past him, her mood now slightly damp. She didn't bother looking back at the blond man, even though - as much as she hated to admit it - he did look genuinely sorry. Well, even so... Screw it. He'd hurt Trish terribly, so why should she forgive him? Stacy was sick and tired of men using and abusing women, and she felt the pain tenfold after having had to deal with Scott Steiner and Test.
Thank goodness she wasn't bitter toward the entire male sex - or else she wouldn't now be seeing Randy, and surely wouldn't be searching for Edge on Lita's behalf...
The smile returned to the tall blonde diva's face as she suddenly spotted the Canadian man standing a few feet away, talking with Chris Benoit and Rey Mysterio. And, as she neared the three men, she distinctly heard her redheaded friend's name leave Edge's lips. Things were definitely looking up.
"Hey, guys."
"Hey, Stacy." Each of them offered her a smile.
"What's up?" the blond man asked.
"Well... Funny you should ask..." Stacy quipped, the smile widening on her face.