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Chris Jericho shook his head at his friend's actions. It was so unbelievable, yet at the same time, it didn't really surprise him all that much. The more he thought about it, it *wasn't* really shocking that Edge had speared RAW General Manager Eric Bischoff.
His thoughts turned bitter, the smile vanishing from his face as he thought about Trish Stratus and that creepy little bastard, Christian. The pair had been closer than two peas in a pod in the RAW superstars' room, complete with his former friend actually touching the little blonde's breast in spite of the fact that there were so many other people around. He'd seen the display, all right - and it had downright sickened him.
On that thought, he wondered where Victoria was. He hadn't seen much of the raven-haired Women's Champion since they'd arrived at the arena.
As though following on cue with his thoughts, Chris looked up to see a familiar and welcome face - Lita stepped into the catering room in which he sat and approached him.
"Hey, Chris... I've been looking for you."
"Hey, Red."
The diva glanced around despite the fact that they were definitely alone, then bent over the table.
"I think you should know a few things," she blurted in a soft voice.
Jericho arched a brow, awaiting her to continue. He wondered what was up but knew it could be any number of things.
"What is it?"
"Well, for starters," the redhead began, "you should know that Victoria is very upset."
The blond man felt his heart nearly stop.
"She is? Why?" he asked.
"Trish and her little cronies had some rotten remarks to direct her way," Lita revealed, her pretty face growing angry. "You know how it is - they were talking among themselves but loudly enough so she overheard everything - on purpose, of course."
"Of course," he muttered. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of hateful things Trish had uttered to upset Victoria so badly.
"You know," Lita went on, reaching out with one hand to lightly touch Jericho's shoulder, "you oughta go find her... I *tried* to cheer her up, but I'm guessing she needs *you* to do that."
Chris blinked, his clear blue eyes taking on a slightly faraway look as he felt a myriad of emotions sweeping over him. And damn it, the redhead was right. He *should* go find Victoria and talk to her.
"I gotta go run," Lita said. "There's a certain blond Canadian I need to go see and talk to." She hooked a thumb over her shoulder, a slightly anxious expression overtaking her features at her mention of Edge. Chris knew the redhead had to be worried after her boyfriend's actions against Bischoff.
"Go find Victoria!" she exclaimed before she trotted off.
Jericho watched his diva friend leave the catering room, a definite purpose in her stride. It was very clear how very much she cared for Edge. He wondered if anyone would ever care that much about *him* - and then, he wondered if that person would or *could* be Victoria.
Determined, Jericho stood up and left the room.