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"Ok, time to stop being antsy," Stephanie told her pacing husband.

"I'm not being antsy," Chris argued, falling down on the couch. "I Just want to fight Benoit!"

"Ok, that's it! I am going to put your match first. I'm NOT going to deal with you when you're like this."

"Ha ha! My plan worked!" Chris yelled triumphantly.

Stephanie's eyes narrowed at him, and he shot her a charming, and somewhat apologetic look. She couldn't stay angry at him when he was looking at her like that. She sat down in his lap and snuggled against him. He turned his head slightly and dropped a kiss on her forehead, feeling very serene.

"Hi," he said sweetly, looking down at her.

"Hey," she said shyly, kissing him softly, "How are you?"

"I think I've settled into this marriage thing," he nodded proudly, "I'm completely in husband mode."

"That's…good…I fail to see the difference," she told him.

"Oh, I was just talking about getting used to my wedding ring," he said. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing at him lovingly. It was really quite sickening if you were on the outside looking in.

"You do NOT control me Christian!" Chris and Stephanie both knew who that was. There would only be one female who would yell at Christian like that.

"Ok, so we've been in Japan for almost a week," Chris said, to which Stephanie nodded in agreement, "And not one day has gone by where those two were not fighting. We've been sight-seeing and everything, and it erupts into a fight."

Stephanie rolled her eyes, "He's being stupid, she was getting revenge."

"During a steel cage match! With Kane! In a steel cage! I'd be mad at you if you did that."

"I did, before we were together."

"I don't care about before we were together. That was before after all, and I probably didn't like you."

"You did, it was when we were business partners."

"Oh, well then, I don't know why I didn't yell at you for being so stupid."

"I had Kurt," she said to him.

"No wonder I didn't care, he can take good care of you, you know if anything should ever happen to me."

"Don't say things like that," Stephanie said, chastising him gently. "I don't like to hear you talk about things like…things happening to you that aren't good."

"Cause you love me," he said, irritating her by rubbing their noses together.

"Yuck, don't do that to me again, on punishment of torture," she said. "And I swear to God Chris, if you do anything next week for Valentine's Day…head on a stick…that's all I'll say."

"I already know that you hate the day, but I'm still going to treat you a little bit better."

"I'm not going to treat you any differently."

"I know."

It was then that Trish and Christian burst into the room, startling Chris and Stephanie. Christian and Trish ignored them, though it was their locker room/office, and kept arguing. Stephanie just looked at Chris, who knew that the moment had been ruined. Just like Christian and Trish had been ruining every moment of their trip to Japan. Even locking their hotel room had not worked, Christian and Trish getting around that by pounding on the door at all hours, interrupting…things between Chris and Stephanie.

"Christian, it is NOT your decision to make whether or not I do something, that is MY decision and my decision only."

"Oh fine, so say sometime in the future you tell me you want to marry me, just because you say it, it's going to be true with no input from me, I'm just going to have to go along with it because it's YOUR decision."

"That's different and you know it!" she yelled at him.

"HOW! Either way, it's me caring about your well-being."

"But it's NOT your body on the line!"

"Yeah, it's yours, and I love you, and I'm not going to tolerate walking by a monitor only to see you, in your neck brace no less-"

"Trying to exact my revenge on Kane," Trish finished. "It's been the same line all week long, the same EXACT LINE!"

"Um, that's what you've been saying all week," Chris said, and both Christian and Trish sent him a death glare, and he held up his hands in defense, "Look around, you guys are in OUR locker room."

Trish looked around, "Oh, I guess we are…I'm sick and tired of him."

"You're the one that's being a bitch," Christian said and Chris knew immediately that was going to get him in some hot water. He made a face like he was getting burned, and Christian had yet to see what he had done, but seeing Trish's jaw drop, he knew that he was going to probably get slapped.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME!" Trish roared, which was incredible because she wasn't that big a woman, but man, she yelled so loud that Chris and Stephanie were plotting their escape routes at the moment. It was going to have to be stealthy and quick so as not to anger Trish any more than she was already angered.

"But you are," Christian said, getting himself into more hot water. "You're the one who doesn't even care that I'm caring about your well-being. Excuse me for not wanting to see the woman that I love be hurt while she is still recovering from an injury she got from the same guy she's trying to screw over!"

"Are you listening to this!" Trish scoffed, turning to Chris and Stephanie who greeted her face with forced smiles.

"Um…what?" Stephanie said, pretending to be hard of hearing. This was not their fight to be involved with, even if they both had clear-cut sides that they were on.

"Christian, you are making me so angry," Trish said through clenched teeth.

Christian folded his arms in front of himself, "I don't care, I'm not budging on this until YOU apologize."

"APOLOGIZE, and why don't you tell me just what I'm going to be apologizing for?"

"Making me worry," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world.

"Hey guys, what's up," Randy said, walking nonchalantly into the room, then seeing Christian and Trish, he cringed. He had heard them yelling, but thought they were in another room. He had learned quickly that if they were loud enough, you could hear them wherever you were in Japan, it wasn't a large country. "Damn it."

"We got caught too," Chris stage-whispered to Randy, who was frozen in the doorway.

"Um, I think I'm going to…go," Randy said, slowly backing away from the room, but Trish suddenly looked at him, her eyes fierce, and he seriously almost yelped in fear.

"Randy, do you think it was unreasonable for me to want to go out there last week? And be completely honest," Trish said, looking at him.

Randy mulled his choices, and decided he might as well just tell the truth so that Trish wouldn't kill him. "I don't think it was that bad. You didn't expect Kane to catch the door, and chances were certainly good that you would get out of there unscathed, and you had that thing on your neck to protect you, so I don't think it was that big a risk."

"Oh, I see how it is," Christian said, looking between them, "I see how it is now. I'm out of here, and Trish, don't speak to me for the rest of this trip!"

"Gladly!"

"And you Randy…well, you just don't get it, do you," Christian said, poking him in the chest as he walked by.

Randy knew he was pissed, so he just stood there and took it because he knew that Christian did have valid reasons for being angry with Trish. Trish, for her part, smiled victoriously. She walked up to Randy and kissed his cheek, leaning up on her tiptoes to do so. He stood there awkwardly as he left.

"I really didn't want to have to do that," he said.

"And I think I speak for Stephanie when I say that we really don't want you to have to stay," Chris said, then yelling oww when she hit him. "Or, you know, that's just what I'm thinking."

"Yeah, that's more like it," Stephanie said kindly. "You can stay."

"No thanks," Randy said, "Now I'm just feeling all kinds of uncomfortable, and yeah, I'd rather…hide from Christian."

"That might be a good idea," Stephanie laughed, then added, "The hiding from Christian part, not the whole feeling uncomfortable so you have to leave, Chris and I weren't going to do anything, we were talking, not to mention with the fighting duo stomping around, we're not safe."

"That's true, well there goes my plans with any girl I wanted to bring back to my locker room."

"Stacy, right?" Stephanie said, raising an eyebrow, but knowing that she was right.

"She hangs around me," Randy said dully. "I mean, she's nice, and you know, pretty, I guess, but she's the one that's constantly around me, not vice versa."

"But you like her a little?" Stephanie asked.

"Very little."

"I know who he really likes," Chris teased, and Stephanie turned to him, surprise on her face. He just looked at her and said, "For someone who likes to know everything, sometimes you don't know anything at all."

"Well, fine then," Stephanie said, "Maybe I'll go see someone else and…and…do stuff!"

"You have to get back to your contracts, for the fifth time," Chris told her, and she gasped, remembering that she did still have to look at the contracts. She alighted from Chris's lap and to her desk, taking out her pen and highlighter and getting back down to work.

"She's my little worker bee," Chris said, standing up and then leaning on the back of the couch, looking at Stephanie briefly before turning back to Randy. "So do you have anything for the show tonight?"

"Not that I know of, and now it'll give Stacy more time to both-no, hang out with me," Randy said, correcting himself and trying not to think of Stacy as a nuisance. She wasn't a nuisance, she was…well, ok, so he was going to admit it, she was nice, and sometimes she was funny, and if he had to say it, she was kind of pretty.

Randy saw movement out of the corner of his eye and saw Victoria walking right past the door. He had been looking for her before he had come in here to interrupt Christian and Trish. He excused himself from Chris and chased after her. They hadn't talked since last week, which was sort of unusual, since they usually talked at least twice during the week when they weren't working. He knew that she had blown him off on Monday, but she still couldn't be in that weird mood, or so he hoped.

What really perplexed him though, and made him scratch his head was the fact that Victoria was going to be in a diva fashion show tonight. That was totally not like her. Not that she wasn't beautiful and everything, and her wrestling outfit was already pretty skimpy, but it was still weird. This was more up Stacy's alley than it was up Victoria's. Victoria was an amazing wrestler, and Stacy couldn't wrestle so it seemed to make more sense to Randy for Stacy to be in the show and not Victoria.

"Ree! Wait up!" Randy said, jogging up to her.

Victoria stopped and turned around, a terse smile on her face. "Hi Randy."

"Hey, um, I saw what you were doing for the show, and I have to say that I was surprised."

"Oh," Victoria said, crossing her arms, and giving him a look, "Is that a problem?"

"Um…no, I just found it a little strange since we both know that your real skill is wrestling in the ring, not prancing around it in little to no clothes."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm not pretty enough to do anything besides wrestle?" she asked flippantly.

"No, I think you're beautiful, you know that, I mean, you KNOW that," he said, reiterating his point to make sure that she did indeed know that. Because she was…beautiful that is.

"Sure," she said, looking anywhere but at him, and there was the problem, at least from what Randy could see, or not see, it was unclear whether he really got the point.

"I just don't think it's you Ree."

"Well you know what Randy? Before I actually learned wrestling, I was one of the Godfather's hos, and I was gorgeous, and I still am, and I don't care what you think, or who you're with, ok, you don't matter to me. I'm going to go out there and I'm going to stun that crowd, and stand with those divas and not think of myself as just a wrestler. I can wrestle Randy, but I can also feel a little pretty once in a while."

She stormed off and Randy called out weakly to her, "Ree, wait, please!"

But she didn't stop, she just kept on walking and Randy sighed deeply. He was struggling with feelings for a few different girls, and it confused him. He didn't want to settle down, he wasn't Chris, or Christian, and he wasn't even sure what he wanted right now, but he knew that he didn't want Victoria to be mad at him.

He didn't have long to think about it when one of the girls that he was quickly developing feelings for bounded up to him, greeting him with a chaste kiss to the cheek and a sweet smile. "Hey Randy, how're you feeling?"

"You asked me that already," Randy said to Stacy, but in a kind tone, not at all snappy or condescending.

"I'm just making sure," she told him. "You want to escort me to catering?"

"I'd love to," he said, taking her hand and starting to walk with her.

Later on in the evening, Stephanie pushed Chris out to the ring with a parting kiss. It had been a while since he had been in Japan, and it was always a good feeling. He had used to wrestle here back in the day, and the good people of Japan had not forgotten and gave him a warm welcome, one which he appreciated and reveled in. But there was not too much time to revel because he knew that he was in for a fight with Benoit.

Benoit did indeed put up a fight, even in the first few seconds of the match. The two clashed like they had last week, nose to nose, eye to eye, staring at each other with an unbridled intensity (it helped they were the same height). They locked up soon after that, and since this was a submission match, they were going to have to break out all the counters that they knew of. This was not to be such a high-flying match, but a cerebral match where they would have to outmaneuver their opponent. Though it did get a little high-flying when Chris got shoved to the floor. He felt his face and the warm trickle of blood met his fingers.

He was assailed with what he could only call a barrage of suplexes, and he was amazed that he could get up after that, but he could, and he could still try to win this match, which was what he was doing. Counter after counter, after counter, but nothing seemed to work. He knew that he and Benoit would be great fighting against one another, but he just hoped that it didn't end in a stalemate. It didn't, as it happened, when Chris was starting to get light-headed, and coupled with the Crippler Crossface, he had no choice but to tap.

After the match, like the true competitors that he and Benoit were, they shook hands like good sports, and then Chris held Benoit's hand up in victory because it was the right thing to do and he knew it. He fell to his knees when he was going to the ropes and grabbed his shoulder. Benoit had really tweaked that doing the crossface, and it was now hurting like a bitch. He held it the entire time up the ramp and as he went over to Stephanie.

"I think I should go see the trainer," Chris said, for one of the first times admitting that he was not ok. But he respected Benoit and knew that he shouldn't hide something like this.

"Did he wrench your shoulder?" Stephanie asked, looking at her husband's arm as it kind of dangled there.

"Yeah, I just want to make sure I didn't sprain it, it's not dislocated or anything, I know that much from experience," he said, then looked at her worried face. "I'm fine, don't worry. I just want to make sure. I'm thinking of you right now, and how you worry and I don't want you to worry about me all night."

Stephanie smiled a little, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smile. She was happy that some things had changed a little since they had been married. He was a little more concerned about what she thought and she leaned over to kiss him before he went to the trainer's. He looked at her strangely, trying to decipher why she would kiss him out of the blue like that.

"I love you so much," she said sincerely and with all the emotion that she felt for him right then.

"I love you too," he said, "Can I go get checked now?"

"Yeah, and then tell me how you are so I'm not wondering ok?" Stephanie said.

"You're my wife, I would tell you," he said, kissing her one more time before walking off, flexing his shoulder the entire way. Stephanie sighed and watched him. She was thinking that maybe she should go with him, but instead she went and sat down at her desk.

While Christian was talking to the reporter, he saw the perfect opportunity to get the one-up on Randy for siding with Trish. He saw Stacy, who was now Randy's "special friend," or some crap like that, and went up to her, practically challenging Randy to a match. Practically because it was actually for Tomko and not for himself. He knew that Randy could be handled by Tomko, and that he could plan a little bit of revenge on Randy, nothing too big, but just enough to make sure that he knew how it felt to hurt...and to watch someone you liked being hurt.

Stephanie wrote down some notes on some minor problems that she had with the show, ready to have them be addressed later so they wouldn't happen again. She was biting her lip and waiting for Chris to get back and tell her how he was. She wasn't too worried, but she was worried because the potential was there for him to be hurt. Benoit was relentless, and when you got him in the ring it didn't matter if you were friends, or enemies, he just wanted to win at all costs.

"Stephanie, hi," Hunter said cheerfully and Stephanie put her best face forward. She knew that he was up to something, but if she had to get closer to him in order to find out what, than so be it. She had made sacrifices before.

"Hey Hunter," Stephanie said, patting the hand he had resting on her table. She resisted the urge to squeeze it so hard that his fingers turned blue.

"I saw what happened with Chris, you think he's going to be ok?" Hunter asked, and the concern seemed genuine. SEEMED genuine, which probably meant he was a snake and didn't feel anything about Chris.

"Yeah, he should be, I was really worried, but it's so sweet of you to worry with me."

"It's this new leaf, I want to be friends, and if that means accepting you and Chris, then I'm prepared to do that."

"Hunter, this is…it's incredible, and thank you so much," she said, giving him a sincere smile. And do you know why? Because two could play this little cat and mouse game.

"So has Dave come to you about going to SmackDown?" Hunter asked, and she knew that was one of the reasons for his recent change in attitude. Typical.

"Nope, he hasn't responded, and I'm still trying to see if there are any clauses that would prevent him from going. You wouldn't want him to go, would you Hunter? I mean, he is your friend and everything."

"But it'll be a great opportunity for Evolution, to have a representative, if you will, on the other show. Then Evolution could rule over both shows, to an extent of course, I know that you're in charge here," he said with a careful shrug.

"You got that right," she said playfully. "But come on? You don't want him to go."

"Well, no, not really, but you know, you can't help these things," he shrugged. Stephanie glanced down suspiciously and then glanced up at him before he asked his next question. "Do you have any idea who is playing those videos?"

"I haven't the slightest, they seem to just show up in our stack," Stephanie said. She had her suspicions though, and her biggest suspect was right in front of her. "I have to get back to work Hunter, but it was so pleasant speaking to you, don't make yourself a stranger."

"I won't, bye Stephanie," he said jovially. He turned the corner and she frowned. Snake, definite snake and she was not going to be the rat that got eaten by the snake, she would be the eagle who grabbed the snake and tore him to shreds.

Chris had been detained by Lita, who was just making sure that he was going to be ok. Chris vaguely wondered why she had even come to Japan, but he wasn't going to quibble with her. But it seemed like someone with such a bad injury wouldn't be traveling, but here she was, traveling. Maybe she just liked the business or something, or would've been lonely at home.

"I saw Stephanie coming out of Hunter's locker room last week," Lita said lightly. "I hope that nothing bad went down."

Chris frowned. Stephanie hadn't told him that she had been in Hunter's locker room last week. "That's the first I've heard of it."

"Oh really, she was probably just telling him that he had a match or something," Lita said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "It was probably nothing, I didn't hear any yelling or anything."

"That's good to know," Chris said, "Because then I would have to dismantle Hunter."

"I bet, you two have never gotten along."

"It all traces back to Stephanie," Chris chuckled, but it was strained.

"It sure does seem that Stephanie has been in your life for a while," Lita said tensely, quietly rubbing her temple.

"Yeah, a while," Chris said, then furrowed his brow. "Lita, I'm going to go find Stephanie…she's wondering how my arm is doing, but I guess we'll talk later or something, and you can tell me how your leg is doing."

"Ok Chris, bye," Lita said cheerfully, and as he turned his back, her smile turned into a mischievous grin as she hobbled off, whereabouts unknown.

Chris strode down the hallway to where Stephanie was sitting. She appeared to be on the phone with someone, but he couldn't hear the conversation. She hung up a moment later, laughing a little to herself and he rounded the corner, muttering under his breath about what he had heard. He wasn't going to get angry, he wasn't going to get angry.

Stephanie looked up and smiled, "You look ok."

"I am ok," he said, finding that her smile was one that was so difficult to resist, and so he smiled himself. She reached out to grab his hand and stand herself up to face him.

"I'm glad. So after the show, are we just going to go back to the hotel, maybe fill that huge Jacuzzi tub with water and candles and have ourselves a very relaxing evening, I think we both deserve it," she said seductively, leaning in so she was whispering in his ear. As tempting as that was, he needed to know what was going on with Hunter.

"So, I was just talking with Lita," Chris said, not responding to her idea for their plans later that evening, and pulling away.

"Oh, and did she hit on you?" Stephanie giggled. "I'm sorry, that's mean."

"She saw you coming out of Hunter's locker room last week," Chris blurted out, then looked at Stephanie, who was surprisingly cool. "Care to explain?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes coolly, "I was looking for Dave."

"Huh?"

"The contracts Chris," she answered, lying smoothly. "I wanted to know when he signed them, who was there, just the logistics of his contract. If I'm going to go over this thing with a fine-tooth comb, I want to make sure that Dave knows it, and that I know all the information I can about it. Yeah, I went into his locker room, but it's also Evolution's locker room. You know how they share."

"Oh, of course," he said, feeling quite stupid. "You've been poring over those like your life depended on it."

"I'm not going to lose Dave to SmackDown is all," Stephanie said, kissing Chris. "Now, no more worries."

"No more worries," he said, kissing her back, "And the bath sounds great, it'll help my shoulder."

"I know, that's why I suggested it, now why don't you go clean yourself up and we'll be ready to go when the show is over."

"Ok, I'm sorry I questioned you like that, I should've known it was for work," he said, feeling so silly now. Stephanie felt bad for lying to him, but she didn't want him involved in this one. Hunter was playing very dirty and it was better if just she was in on it. She had never promised to tell Chris all her secrets, it wasn't even in their vows.

She looked around after Chris had left and started walking down the hallways quickly, slipping out into the deserted parking lot, reaching the far corner of it where there was sure to be no cameras whatsoever. She saw Dave and smiled, walking over to him.

"Dave, you cannot leave for SmackDown," Stephanie said. "I have spent the last week going over your contract and there's nothing there that says you have to stay on Raw, but I'm asking you, please stay."

"I had no intention of leaving, not right now," he told her simply. "I have too much unfinished business here."

"Thank you," Stephanie said, grabbing his hand and shaking it profusely. "Just…don't change your mind. And I know that I'm so blatantly using you, but…I just want this so much. Not to mention you are an asset to this show and we'd hate to lose you. Bischoff and I aren't even collaborating on this and we both want you."

"That's flattering," he told her. "I'm not going. I want Hunter's title."

"He's acting weird around me," Stephanie sighed, leaning against a car. "I don't know what he wants, but it's something. I can't put my finger on it though."

"I'll try to find out what it is, but I'm not sure I'm his number one confidante right now. Although judging from how he thinks, he sees me over on SmackDown already."

"Oh God, did you SEE him practically planning out your future for you?" Stephanie said incredulously. "What WAS that?"

Dave had to laugh at that, "See, he thinks that I can't think for myself, half of the reason why I'm trying to bring him down. I may be quiet sometimes, but I'm still thinking."

"I know," she said, then looked around. "I better go back inside before I get caught, and before the show goes to hell, who knows what's going on."

What was happening was not pretty. Christian, in his temporary state of dementia, had dragged Stacy out to the ring during Tomko's match against Randy. He wanted Randy to feel concern over someone he cared about. Had Christian been a little bit smarter, he would've brought out Victoria, but Stacy was enough to get him riled up. He was pissed that Christian would do this just because he had sided with Trish. But as the concern rose in his throat, he knew where Christian was coming from, so in a roundabout way, he understood.

Christian had no intention of hurting Stacy. He was mad, pissed, seeing red, but he still had enough sense to not really hurt Stacy. Of course, this didn't extend to Randy as he gave him the Unprettier after the match was over. Oh Christian, when would he learn that this was not the right way to solve his problems? Because as it was, his problems were only going to get worse as he walked backstage.

"What the hell was that?" Trish said icily, tapping her foot as she saw Christian emerge from in front of the curtain.

"He didn't understand, and now he does," Christian said calmly, big, BIG mistake.

"Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind!" Trish yelled. "He's our FRIEND, or do you not get that concept? It would seem you didn't because you hurt him, you HURT him, he had a concussion last week, and you took advantage of that. I'm sorry, but you are not a person I want to be around right now."

"Fine! Then don't be around me!" Christian yelled childishly.

"I won't be," Trish screamed back. "And you are not sitting anywhere near me on the plane back to the States, do you hear me! NOWHERE NEAR ME!"

"I DON'T CARE!" Christian shouted after her as she walked towards Randy, who was getting helped backstage. Christian stomped off in anger.

"Are you ok Randy?" Trish asked. "I'm so sorry that happened, he's been such a jerk about this, and I swear, I'm so sorry, it's my fault, I never should've asked you to tell me what side you were on."

"This is your fault?" Stacy asked, coming to Randy's side, and aid.

"Indirectly, what's it to you?" Trish said, looking up at Stacy because of the height difference.

"He's hurt because of YOUR boyfriend!"

"I know! I apologized."

"Well, a lot of good that does," Stacy said sarcastically.

While Stacy and Trish were fighting over Randy, Victoria came up and saw Randy sitting there dazed as a trainer checked out his eyes. She looked to the fighting blondes and shook her head, heading straight for Randy and taking his hand in hers. He looked dazedly at her, and smiled, despite the haze in his brain.

"Ree, you're here," he said slowly, his words slurring together like he had been drunk for hours. The trainers were still checking him out.

"It'll be ok Rands, I'm here now, and I won't let anything happen to you."

"Thanks Ree," Randy said, then letting his head droop in seeming exhaustion.

In a room in the arena, which room was unclear, but a room, there were a couple of people sitting on a couch. Well, one of them was sitting on the couch and the other one was straddling said person on the couch. The man was blocked, but the woman was Lita and she was smirking at the guy, whoever he was.

"So I told him about Stephanie and about how she was in Hunter's locker room," Lita said, smiling like she had just won a medal or something.

"Great," the man said. "The sooner we get them apart, the sooner that I get what I want."

"Mmhmm," she said, kissing the man softly. "But you'll still want me most of all, right?"

"Of course, there's only one thing I want out of Stephanie McMahon."

"You're jealous of Chris."

"I'm not jealous of Chris, but haven't you seen that since they got married, he's been getting things here and there. Well, if I have Stephanie, then I'll get the one thing that I want most of all."

"What's that?" Lita said.

"Don't play coy with me Lita."

"I'm not ok. The only reason I'm with you, is because you promised to help with out with Kane. I don't want to be married to him. Any way that you can get me out of this marriage, I'm willing to do what you want. But don't think I'm actually happy about this. I'm not."

"I'm not asking for you to be happy, but you're desperate and so am I."

"You're right, I am SO desperate to be rid of Kane! Do you know how it feels to be married to someone you HATE!" Lita said, frustrated. "I just want it over with, please."

"Then you better be good at snooping, because I just want what Chris Jericho has."

"Stephanie, I get it."

"No, not Stephanie, just the fringe benefits that come with her."