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The Wheels Start Rolling

"We've really worked up an appetite, huh?" Stephanie asked as she and Jericho headed out of his locker room.

"Yeah, and I'm freakin' starved!" Jericho exclaimed. He winked at her. "You taste good, but now I need some food..."

"Ah, shut up," she said, pushing him playfully and laughing when he didn't budge.

"Hey wait, what's that sound?" he asked with a slight frown.

She got quiet and they both listened. "Sounds like someone crying," she said, looking around.

"Come on, it's coming from around the corner." He grabbed her hand protectively and cautiously rounded the corner.

There, sitting against the wall, was none other than Lita. The red-headed diva had her knees pulled against her chest with her arms pulled tight around her legs. She was rocking back and forth with tears falling down her face like a waterfall. It was like a miniature Niagara Falls cascading down her face.

Stephanie and Jericho shared a concerned look, and then Stephanie rushed Lita's side. Steph squatted down next to her on the floor.

Putting an arm around Lita's shaking shoulders. Stephanie asked in a soothing voice, "What's wrong?"

Lita sobbed openly at the sound of Stephanie's voice. Stephanie comforted her in a friendly way, waiting patiently for her to calm down and gather her bearings.

Finally, Lita calmed down. "Wanna talk?" Stephanie asked.

Lita looked up and noticed Jericho. "Maybe somewhere in private if that's ok."

Jericho and Stephanie looked at each other. They must have shared some weird kind of telepathy, because they could read each other's minds.

"How about I go and get our food and meet you back in the locker room?" Jericho asked.

"Ok, babe," Stephanie answered with a small smile. She watched him walk away, admiring his awesome body. Then she turned her attention back to Lita, whose sobs had somewhat subsided. What the hell am I supposed to say, she thought, but instead of speaking, she just sat there patiently waiting and wondering what was up...

"Awesome!" Triple H exclaimed. He'd been listening to what was happening through the tiny bug planted strategically on Lita's shirt. He turned to look at Shawn and Edge, who both wore identical expressions of anger on their faces. "Ok, guys. Step one is complete. Jericho and Stephanie have been separated. Now you know what you have to do."

"Do we really have to?" Edge asked, even though he knew it'd be pretty much useless to try to reason with an evil specimen like Triple H.

"Yeah, Hunter. We really should rethink this," Shawn said logically. "We could get in serious trouble for this stuff."

"Who gives a fuck? I think it's well worth the risk," Triple H replied. "Now quit standing around! Jericho- go get him!"

Edge and Shawn gave Triple H murderous looks, then disappeared from the room.

"Now, I need to get outta here," Triple H said, getting up. "This plan is gonna be awesome!"

Boiler Room Confrontation coming up!