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Chris Jericho's face was stony as he walked the short distance back to the hotel. Luckily, the hospital to which Lita had been brought was right in the vicinity, or else he might have gotten lost on the way back. As a typical guy, he'd never admit it, but he could be really lousy with directions more often than not.
His head was spinning as he reached the hotel, one destination and one only in mind for him.
As he'd been sitting there in that dank hospital waiting room beside Trish, listening to that doctor's words about Lita and what had happened to her - what had been done to her - he'd known... He knew exactly what had happened, and who was behind it...
The blond man finally reached the room for which he'd been searching, his blood burning as fury intensified in him. He raised a fist and smashed it against the door five times.
"Christian, open this door!"
Jericho heard a noise come from within the room, then after a few seconds, the door was opened.
"Oh, hey..." a freshly-showered Christian said with a small, sly smile. "What's up, Chris?"
Y2J blinked as he noted the sheer obliviousness on his now-former friend's face. Did the other man really think he was that stupid?
Quietly, he closed the hotel room door and stepped further into the room, following Christian as he moved toward the desk.
"Cut the crap!" he bellowed, the tiny bit of patience he'd had trickling away like water droplets melting off an ice cube. "It was you, wasn't it?" he asked in a surprisingly soft voice when the younger man whirled around to face him. "You attacked Lita... you beat her and-" Jericho's voice reduced to a whisper as he concluded his thoughts. "-you raped her..."
A look of shocked horror entered Christian's eyes, but Jericho wasn't buying it - not even for a second...
"What...?! Chris, did you just say... Lita - raped?"
"You heard me, and you know you did it, you slimy little shithead!" The older blond man made a grab for his friend, who didn't even try to avoid him.
"My God... Chris, I... you think I...?" Christian looked at him almost with pain in his blue eyes. "I didn't do it!" He held up his hands in a helpless gesture.
"Fuck you, asshole!" Chris yelled, a handful of the other man's robe clutched in his hands. He glared directly into the Canadian's eyes as he went on. "You raped Lita and left her for dead, but you didn't have the balls to admit it! But you won't get away with it, you hear me? If it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure she presses charges and you spend the rest of your miserable life rotting away in jail..."
Now, a veil seemed to cross the other man's blue eyes, and Christian's emotions did battle inside of him. Then, "Look, Chris... I didn't touch her - I mean it!"
"Save your breath for someone who'd buy your bullshit!" Y2J released his former friend's robe, shoving the other man for good measure. "You're one sorry piece of shit..."
Christian shook his head.
"I didn't do it... Why won't you believe me?"
"Because I wasn't born yesterday," Jericho retorted, fury still glittering in his crystalline blue eyes. "Look, Christian... Everyone knows how bitter and pissed you are after Lita pummeled you with a bouquet of roses and her fists last night..." The blond man left out the part about Trish doing the exact same thing to him - but damn it, he hadn't resorted to violence against the blonde diva. "...And you made no secret about how much you enjoyed beating her up in the Battle of the Sexes match... Oh, you're guilty - you did it, all right..."
Christian was silent for a moment, the expression on his face tranforming to the point where Chris wanted to punch it off. A slow, evil grin suddenly spread across the young man's face as he thought about what he'd done to the redheaded diva... He'd enjoyed it, all right. And if the opportunity arose where he could do it again, he might just grab it.
"You sick son of a-"
"Chris, Chris..." the other blond chuckled. "Is this really because I won the bet and you didn't?"
Jericho rushed at Christian, lunging for him at the rage he felt. The asshole had raped Lita... He'd beaten her so severely she was unconscious, and he'd raped her so badly she'd torn and bled - and he was bragging about it, claiming it as the reason for him winning that ridiculous bet. He wanted to kill the bastard.
"Now, now, Chris... You don't really want to do that, do you ? You wouldn't want me to tell precious little Trish that you were in one Lita's rape, would you?"
Jericho made a face that depicted his confusion.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Christian grinned maliciously, his blue eyes sparkling evilly.
"You knew about this... We were in on it together..."
"No we weren't!"
"Trish doesn't know that, does she? I'll even tell her that you planned on doing the same to her that I did to Lita if she didn't warm up to you again..."
Chris stared into the younger man's eyes with hatred. Christian looked and sounded insane... And he
was so screwed...