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Tourniquet	By : girlnextdoor Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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4.
Making his way through the corridors backstage with his usual self-assured swagger, Chris Jericho pushed passed anyone who got in his way - even those he would once have stopped to chat with. Instead of having time for anyone, if he paused at all it was only to deliver a scathing insult or cast a withering look at them. His façade of arrogance was firmly in place. At least until he reached his private dressing room. Then it all collapsed in an instant.
He just didn't know how much longer he could take this.
He couldn't hide out in his dressing room all night that - that would never do. He would have to go out there eventually, if only to keep up appearances - lord it over a few lowly ring hands; maybe threaten a few of his co-workers. He had quickly found that being an asshole is a pretty full-time job. That alone had given Chris a new-found, albeit twisted, version of respect for Paul Heyman and others like him. It was getting harder every day to just walk on by; to not stop with one of his former friends - if only to gauge their response. Sometimes curiosity would almost get the better of him and he longed to say something to them … anything. Just to break the silence.
Even now, as he forced himself to brave the halls after his brief reprieve, he could imagine himself doing just that. He could see Lita strolling down the corridor towards him, chatting happily to Chris Benoit. A while back that would have been a strange sight, but it was mostly thanks to him that the two had become friends.
"Now it looks like I'm the one on the outside." he mused miserably.
Two of his best friends and he couldn't even speak to them, knowing he would probably only get an incredulous look, a stony silence and, unless he was lucky, a fist in the face from his former tag partner. And his luck seemed to have ran out long ago. He was actually dreading even walking past them; knowing that as he did, he would have to witness their cold glances and whispered comments. He would have to face their contempt and he hated every second of it.
But he couldn't let them see how it got to him. He couldn't let them see any fear or even hesitation, so he would march on past as if they were not even worthy of his attention. All the while, cringing inside.
*****
As he strode along the corridor, his head held high; he couldn't help glancing at the people he had once been so close to out of the corner of his eye. And all of a sudden, he saw the flare of anger in Lita's eyes. He recognised that look - he had witnessed its results a few times, but never before had he been on the receiving end of it and his heart sank. The fiery redhead saved that particular look for those she truly despised and, now that something in her seemed to have snapped, he was really in for it.
"Hey, Jericho! You look kinda down - what's the matter? Upset that the King of the World has to slum it with the rest of us lowly mortals?" called Lita scathingly.
Maybe this once he could just walk away; ignore the opportunity for a trading of insults and just keep walking.
"Are you deaf? Or are the likes of me not even worthy of a witty retort?" she questioned sarcastically.
"Shut the hell up." he muttered as he kept moving.
"Ooh, good comeback - very original. How long did it take ya to come up with that one? And you could at least have the decency to stop and listen when I'm pissed off at you! To think I used to like you … To think I used to respect you!"
"C'mon, Lita - leave it. It's not worth it." said Benoit calmly, not even acknowledging the other man's presence.
"You think you're so great," she continue regardless, standing in front of her target so that he was forced to stop. "Well, I've got news for you, Jericho - you're not so hot. In fact, you're nothing now. King of the World? Ha! Don't make me laugh! You're nothing now but a sad, pathetic joke. Maybe you haven't quite realised yet, but the crowd doesn't laugh with you - they laugh at you!"
"Get out of my way." he said in a hard, but quiet voice he barely recognised as his own. He had to get away - away from her; away from everyone - or he was going to lose it completely. And if he broke down in front of them all … he'd be finished.
"You may be able to push everyone else around, but I've had enough of you treating us all like shit when you're nothing but an arrogant, selfish bastard! You …"
His fists clenched by his sides, he was actually having more trouble fighting back tears than rage. But rage was the only defence he had to keep his true feelings under wraps.
"I told you to get the fuck OUT OF MY WAY!" he all but roared at the startled woman, who shrank back a little at his outburst. "Now you listen to me, Red; I don't give a damn what you or anyone else thinks about me, but if you ever - and I mean EVER - talk to me like that again …"
Chris was so caught up in protecting his image that he barely noticed that he had grabbed Lita by the throat. There had been a time when anyone who had even laid a finger on her would have got an ass-kicking from him; yet here he was, almost choking her himself.
"Let her go, man! What the fuck are you playing at, Jericho!" he could hear Benoit yelling at him as he tried to pull him away.
Even as his mind registered what he was doing and he stared at his victim in horror and dismay, he couldn't let go - it was as if he was frozen in place. Lita was staring up at him with fear in her eyes as she clawed helplessly at his hand and, all of a sudden, he released his hold. Had it not been for Benoit, she would probably have collapsed to the floor, but he caught her before she fell.
"Get out of here before I stop resisting the urge to break your damn neck!" tabidabid Wolverine growled angrily, before turning his attention to the woman who was coughing and gasping for air in his arms. "GO!"
Still stunned by his actions, Chris backed away slowly with his eyes still fixed on Lita. Finally ripping his gaze away from the scene, he lowered his head and strode off. But not before hearing Lita's choked sob.
"Oh, Chris, what the hell's happening to him?" she was tearfully demanding of the totally out of his depth Chris Benoit.
Not even Chris Jericho himself knew the answer to that one.
*****
As he picked up his pace, fighting to keep from breaking into a run; he turned the corner and careered straight into someone coming the other way. Someone who, under the present circumstances, should have just ignored him like everyone else. However, there had been a time when that was not the case and, seeing how distraught he looked, she could not help thinking back to those days.
"Chris, are you okay?" came the tentative question, which brought his head up sharply as he shot her a quick suspicious look, mumbled a curt "Fine" and hurried on his way.
He couldn't believe it - someone had just asked if he was okay. And was actually being sincere - very nervous, but still sincere. She probably thought he would bite her head off or something. It had been a long time since anyone had shown concern for him. And Molly of all people … that was strange. Wasn't she supposed to be shunning everyone these days who didn't meet her high moral standards? He was fairly sure she didn't see him as the respectable type. Maybe there was a little of the old Molly lurking in there somewhere - the pretty, friendly blonde who had always made him smile with her infectious bubbly ways …
No. Everything, everyone, was changing now and there was probably some ulterior motive he was just too distracted to see. He had to get away - and not just to his dressing room. He couldn't stay at the arena a second longer. He'd have to make an excuse and say he was sick or something. Anything to get away from everyone watching him with such contempt.
*****
Watching in surprise as Chris Jericho ploughed past her, looking as if he was goto kto keel over or cry at any minute; Molly inwardly cursed herself.
"Shouldn't have spoken." she muttered, "Should have left him to it - what was I thinking?"
Nonetheless, as she continued to stare after the blonde Canadian, she couldn't help taking comfort that even the biggest stars could have a rouime.ime. Maybe they weren't really so different …
"Can't afford to think like that." she warned herself, "Can't let my guard down. I made a mistake today and it won't happen again … I can't let it."
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