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He couldn't take it anymore...
Back at the hotel after the pay-per-view, the man had tried to relax - as opposed to his usual clubbing with his friend. He was aggravated and upset and basically felt like an animal trapped in a cage.
He had to get out for awhile...
The company was currently in Florida, so it was warm for December. Growing up, he'd known this time of year as producing frigid temperatures and snow. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about that here...
Donning only a lightweight sweatshirt jacket over his short-sleeved button-down shirt, he took to the street, opting to go for a walk. The night was surprisingly crisp, but nowhere near what he would call 'cold.'
He walked a ways until he came to a small park. As he continued, he noted the benches, the people...
He stopped dead in his tracks when he was near enough to see who they were.
His colleagues - Edge... And the other two were his opponents that night - Lita and Trish...
The man rushed several feet away in an attempt to stay hidden from their sights. He hid behind a rather large tree as he spied on them. If they were to spot him, they'd beat him senseless. The two divas despised him, and the tall blond man was their friend and would no doubt be protective and want to avenge the wrong he and his friend had perpetrated against them.
Good... He soon realized they didn't sense his presence at all. He didn't want to deal with Edge right now, though he knew it was inevitable that he would have to sooner or later. And the chances were pretty great that he would others to worry about as well. Rob Van Dam, for instance, was one of Lita's best friends and had been ever since their ECW days together. Both the redhead and Trish were tight with all three Dudley Boyz as well. He wouldnt be surprised if Bubba Ray and D'Von were to request a table match against him and his friend and occasional tag team partner one of these days. After what he and the other man had pulled, they would surely want to get their hands on them...
As he contined to stand pressed against the large tree, he realized Trish was crying. The little blonde had been talking about how badly all of this had hurt her, how upset she was that Eric Bischoff had made the Battle of the Sexes match, when she'd suddenly burst into tears. Although Edge was seated between the two women, Lita had been the first to spring into action. She moved over to her good friend and embraced her.
Now, he could hear her words clearly:
"Shh... He's not worth your tears..."
Edge hugged the blonde as well, and then he and Lita gazed into one another's eyes, the tall Canadian apparently having seen something there at least somewhat similar to Trish's current state.
"Are you okay?"
The redhead nodded but looked sad.
"I... I really thought..." Her voice broke just slightly and she shifted her eyes down as though she were about to join Trish and start crying as well.
He watched as Edge put an arm around Lita and pulled her against him. The diva seemed to sink into his touch, letting her head rest against his chest, her arms going around his waist. He noticed her eyes closing and wondered if she'd started crying.
After a few minutes, Lita released her hold on the blond man with one hand to reach out to Trish. The two divas held hands tightly. They were obviously trying to draw strength from Edge, from one another...
...And they were feeling so terrible because of him - because of him and his friend.
"You know what?" he suddenly heard Lita say, and the redhead straightened up and reluctantly pulled away from her two friends. "I want out of here... It's getting chilly."
The man could understand why the diva might be feeling cold, as she was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts not too unlike the ones she'd worn in the ring earlier.
"I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself," she continued, her voice strong and unwavering. She glanced at Trish, the blonde woman still looking sadder than tragedy itself.
"Fuck Christian and Jericho! Come on, let's get out of here..."
As the man watched, only half-shocked - but not really - at the redhead's angry yet strong words - he noted how
Trish and Edge exchanged glances. The little blonde diva stood up, wiping at her eyes. Then, as he contined to watch
them from his hiding place, the three began walking back to the hotel.