Crazy in Love

Title: Crazy in Love
Rating: PG
Pairing: You'll see.
Summary:
The most daring diva today is scared of one thing – love. And she's going to make the biggest mistake of her life if she doesn't watch herself.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the WWE or any of the characters used. Wish I did, but.
Note: Woohoo, another update! I tried to make this chapter a lot longer than what I usually do (it probably isn't though)… so hopefully you guys enjoy it! Please read and review, I love hearing your feedback! Thanks to everybody who did last time! Much love goes out to you! Special mention goes to Steffi :)

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Somehow, Trish had coaxed her into coming back to work. He'd seen her earlier, when he was out in the hallway getting a cup of coffee for himself – he was tired; he and Christian had woken up early that morning to go work out at the gym – and Trish had walked past. It had all happened so fast, he'd heard the click-clacking of a pair of heels and had turned around to see whom was approaching. He'd seen the blonde bombshell in Trish walking, a black bag in her left hand. Her right hand, however, was attached to another – Lita's. The fiery redhead was walking down the hall with a purpose… the purpose being that she was determined not to look at him. She didn't, she avoided eye contact at all costs. His own blue eyes scoped her out as she bustled past, her expression was oddly blank. Her eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, they were just… there. Like little pools of hazel sitting gently on her face. He felt a swooping sensation in his stomach at the sight of her.

He thought it had been because he felt so terrible about this whole situation. How could Lita love him, how could she ever possibly be in love with him? Dating Stacy and the excitement over it… he'd even employed her help in attempting to win Stacy's heart. After many a love letter and bunches of flowers, they'd been on their first date and things had just clicked well from there. He'd fallen harder and harder for the leggy diva each passing day and he had felt that the blonde had felt the same regarding him. Months had passed; sooner rather than later, they were engaged – he was sure that that girl was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he was sure she was the girl he wanted to grow old with, have children with and all that jazz. He remembered Lita being there through it all, even coming to his dress fittings for his tuxedo and meetings with the caterer with him. No-one else had done that for him, not even Edge or Christian, whom he considered two of his best friends in the whole entire world. She'd helped him with his vows – he and Stacy had wanted to write their own – and offered advice whenever they began to sound stupid or far too cheesy for anyone's liking. He remembered one particular afternoon they'd sat together on the floor at his house, typically lounging around in the lounge room, a bundle of screwed up pieces of paper surrounding them. Lita's pen had exploded in her hands, causing the ink to run everywhere. She'd absent-mindedly scratched her nose, leaving a smear of blue ink on her face. He'd laughed loudly until she realized what had happened, and then had screamed in fear when the extreme diva had tackled him to the ground and begun wiping blue ink all over him. It had stained and they'd ended up trying to wash it off with soap in his bathroom sink… but that was a very bubbly story for another time, another memory.

A smile crossed his face as he laced up his wrestling boots – he was scheduled for a match against Randy Orton that evening, the smarmy bastard. He was looking forward to the match too, anything to get his hands on any member of Evolution was perfectly fine with him! Christian looked over in confusion at the tiny laugh that had escaped Chris's mouth, a questioning expression appearing on his face. "Chris?" The former Undisputed Champion just shook his head, keeping the thoughts he'd been thinking locked up inside of him. "Uh, alright…" The shorter-haired blonde Canadian went back to preening himself in front of a mirror, he had to look absolutely perfect for all of his peeps. The sound of the locker room door opening with a bang startled them both, disrupting them from their thoughts. Edge tumbled through the doorframe, looking out of breath. His face was red and he was breathing like he'd just run a marathon. But he was also wearing a cheeky grin in addition to that.

"Guys, guys, guess what?"

"Molly's no longer a virgin?"

"Stacy finally got implants?"

"Hey! They're perfectly fine, I'll have you know, Christian… Hunter got rhinoplasty?"

"Nope!" Edge cackled to himself. "I just checked out the list for some of the matches set up tonight and guess what the divas match is?" Chris's face paled at his words. No… it couldn't be… they wouldn't do that to him… they couldn't! Edge noticed the look on his friend's face and confirmed it by nodding. "You guessed it Christopher, it's the Queen of Extreme herself, Lita… taking on Missus Jericho, Stacy Keibler." A moan escaped his mouth and he sat back down on one of the benches in their locker room, his head in his hands. He kept nervously running his hands back and forth, back and forth, through his hair. Fuck the WWE, he thought to himself, what gave them the right to put the woman he loved and the woman who loved him in a match against each other? How could they mess with his feelings and emotions like this? It just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. "Oi, Jericho, you alright?" He exploded. "Does it look like it!" Edge rolled his eyes sarcastically, what a stupid answer his friend had given him in return to his question. "Obviously not, or I wouldn't be asking." For some reason, Edge's dry sense of humour and sarcastic nature calmed Chris Jericho a little. "It's just… how can they do this?"

"Quite easily, considering they're our bosses, Chris," Edge's brother put in his two cents as well. "And I really don't see what you're whining about, personally." Chris's head snapped up at Christian's words. "Well, it's not like you're in love with Lita, is it? So this shouldn't be a hard decision to make for you." He let out a frustrated scream. "She's my best friend!" There was utter silence for a moment, as Chris regained his composure and poise, his breath still uneven and causing his chest to rise and fall heavily with each breath he took. Christian cocked at eyebrow almost annoyingly.

"Is that really how you feel?"

"Fuck you, Christian!"

Those were the only words Chris Jericho said as he stormed from the room in a fit of rage, unable to contain himself. Because, in reality, he really didn't know how he felt about either of them. Because, he knew, that when it came to one spitfire redhead named Lita, he had a weakness; a soft-spot.

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He was too late.

He was too late to put a stop to the match.

He was halfway to the General Manager's office when he heard "Legs" by Kid Rock blasting loudly over the sound system. He paused in his mad rush to get to the GM's office and stopped to watch this on a nearby screen. He knew this wasn't going to be pretty, that it was going to be quite ugly. After a few moments, Stacy's music stopped playing and "Lovefurypassionenergy" by Boy Hits Car replaced it. The redhead made her way to the ring, her face as expressionless and as blank as it had been earlier when he'd seen her. She was without her usual fire, her usual passion. The fans were confused with her behaviour – what was going on inside her head that was making her act like this? Stacy looked terrified. She occasionally wrestled but her skill-level was nowhere near Lita's and she knew that she couldn't match up to her in that way. She knew that the only thing she could ever beat Lita in was having Chris Jericho.

With a smirk, she decided to use that to her advantage. "So, like, the other night, when you were at home crying, I was having fun in bed with Chris…" Her voice trailed off when Stacy noticed the look on Lita's face. Anger was blazing in her eyes; the redhead furiously reached up – as Stacy was, admittedly, taller than her - and slapped the blonde in the face. Stacy reeled back in pain, clutching her cheek. Lita nailed her on her other cheek with a slap, a slap so ferocious Stacy fell down onto the canvas floor. She aimed for her midsection with kick after kick after kick after kick until the referee finally tired of her misbehaviour and attempted to pull her away. He couldn't allow her to do this. She just angrily shoved him out of the way, he had to let her beat the holy hell out of this girl, he had to, he had to, he just had to! He couldn't take that either, so he signaled for the bell to be rung and Lita to be disqualified. Ignoring this, the extreme diva nailed the blonde with a kick so stiff she rolled out of the ring to the outside floor. Measuring the distance between them carefully, she dove beautifully through the ropes and landed with a sickening yet successful crash on top of Stacy, almost injuring herself in the process. Mounting her, she launched a flurry of punches to her face (to the secret delight of many people watching backstage) until a hoard of referees came running out to stop the two girls from brawling any longer. The referees managed to separate them, sadly, Lita thought, as she tried to break free from their grip, still clawing to be let free and hurt the newlywed. They pulled her away from Stacy, away from the ring, away from the fans, away from everyone, from everything… to backstage. As they led her through the curtains at gorilla position, she noticed Chris standing there with a concerned expression on his face. He turned to look at her, disbelief etched into every line and crevasse of his face.

Baby blue eyes met hazel eyes.

Lita tried to turn away, much to the referee's displeasure – they thought she was trying to go back out to the ring and maul Stacy Keibler some more. When in reality, she was trying to get away from Stacy's husband. "Stop running away from me, Lita!" he cried. She spun around on the balls of her feet to face him, how could he say a thing like that to her? "I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me because you don't care enough to stop me." With that, she finally broke free from the struggling referee's grasps and stalked away, a worried Trish Stratus making her way over to her.

Trish glanced over her shoulder as the pair walked away – only she saw Chris mouth the words "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I love her" behind Lita's back.