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When Worlds Collide	By : Rothrashaan Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 2487 -:- 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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Close Encounter

It was a regular day on RAW. Evolution being a real pain in the ass and cheating to accomplish whatever goal they had set for the day. Chris Benoit defending his World Heavyweight Championship belt. The ongoing rift between Matt-Lita-Kane, with Kane losing due to the interference of Matt Hardy.

From her small, yet very comfortable locker room, Kat sat watching the television with mild interest at the ongoing match. The one thing that would have caught her interest was already over, which was the ongoing feud with Kane and Matt Hardy.

It was still hard for her to believe that she was in the corporation, although not well known amongst the wrestlers and very rarely spoke with any of them. After all the only reason she had been given the contract was because of a stunt they needed to have done, and with the original stuntman becoming ill she offered to do it instead.

She smiled slightly. It was only a few weeks ago that she was set up against Chris Jericho; Bischoff himself opposed the idea from the very start. Yet Kat insisted that he trust her and go through with it. For some reason he did. The match was brutal, both of them gained cracked ribs and Kat suffered a mild concussion near the end. Blood was strewn across the canvas and they had deep cuts on their faces and arms.

No one expected her to win because of her age. Heck, no one expected she actually knew how to wrestle either. She knew it was because of her style that she was able to fair well against Jericho, and because she had the annoying habit of not giving up unless she was unconscious. Her ability to perform some of the same, and more difficult, moves of the male wrestlers kept Jericho on his guard. Plus she was also new and he hadn’t been able to witness her wrestle before.

What made her the happiest was, he didn’t hold back because she was indeed a girl. He treated her as an equal and in turn she gave him one hell of a match. Bischoff was so surprised by her ability he convinced the higher powers to give her a contract, which she didn’t expect but gladly accepted.

Her attention was drawn back to the television as Jericho was making an announcement before his match, against who she didn’t even know. A small laugh escaped her as he made a small reference to their match, since then they had talked on a few occasions and she had since started to admire the crazy Canadian. He didn’t treat her like a child, which to most, her being only 20, she was. In her mind she wished him luck as he finished and his opponent entered the ring with his theme blaring. It was none other then Tyson Tomco.

Shaking her head as she recalled the stunt that had set Tomco off, she stood up and left to get some water at the refreshment table that was there – someplace.

She wasn’t like any of the other Divas, for one she didn’t consider herself a Diva anyway. Her preferred style of dress was usually a long sleeved shirt, not tight, with some sort of dragon design on the front or back. Long dark pants partially hid the boots she wore, complete with cargo pockets and on occasion miscellaneous straps that were there mostly for decoration. They were only slightly tight on her but comfortably so, still baggy enough to fit her taste and allow her the movement she so desired. Her left wrist sported a heavy spiked bracelet; her thumb held her class ring with a Topaz birthstone in the center. The opposite thumb held a ring with black wave engravings and a circle just above them all the way around. Around her neck were her prized necklaces, one a regular balled necklace with the rope wrappings long since faded and just barely hanging on in places. The other was a Celtic cross that a friend had given her, the more prized of the two necklaces. Her short golden/brown hair was nearly the same color of her eyes, all this wrapped into a girl of medium build at a height of 5’6’’.

It was funny because she didn’t consider herself religious, but she sported the necklace with pride to remember her dear friend who she had not seen in months.

She started to think about her friends back home and lost herself in those thoughts, coming back to reality just in time to barely miss a railing and instead end up sidestepping into Kane.

At first she didn’t know who she ran into, yet from the low growl that issued from the figure she knew in an instant. In her mind there was only one person who sounded that threatening. She stepped back and looked up at the Big Red Machine, only slightly worried that he might chokeslam her through a table if he felt like it. He only glared down at her, clenching and unclenching his fist, probably deciding if she did deserve to be chokeslamed through a table or if he should let her survive this brief encounter.

Figuring he probably wanted by, she moved aside and gave an apologetic “Sorry” and watched the Big Man walk past. He only gave her a slight glance before rounding a corner and disappearing from view.

She stared at the spot for a while and mulled over the brief encounter before continuing on her quest for something to drink, wandering around the area until she found the desired destination. Glancing over the choices of soda, energy drinks, or plain water, she stuck with the water and took a deep drink. She didn’t realize how thirsty she was as the cup was quickly drained and she filled it back up, hearing voices approaching and waiting curiously to see who it was.

It was none other then Evolution...well Evolution minus Hunter; evidently he had gone off to find Bischoff with yet another idea to gain the World Heavyweight Championship belt. The trio had stopped only feet away from her and were engrossed in another one of their arguments.

Ric Flair was arguing that he shouldn’t be forced to do the ridiculous gimmicks that he has recently had to put up with.

Randy Orton kept insisting Hunter had gone insane and he was going to condemn Evolution on his little quest to acquire the belt he so desired.

Batista, surprisingly the rational one, tried to convince them both that Hunter knew what he was doing and in the end they would all benefit greatly.

It was when she leaned against the table and it gave a slight creak that they were aware of her presence. The trio abruptly stopped talking and Ric flare stared at her angrily, like she had intentionally been there to overhear their conversation and report what she heard to Hunter himself. Randy paid her little heed, still thinking about parts of their conversation and sighing in defeat. Batista kept his eye on her while focusing more of his attention on Flair; ready to stop him from doing anything irrational if it came to it.

Ric stepped forward and said in a dangerous voice “What are you doing here...spying on us?” His eyes were like daggers as he looked at her.

Kat nearly choked on her water as she tried to fight from laughing uncontrollably “Me, spy? You have to be kidding...why would I concern myself with you guys? You haven’t showed any special interest in making my life hell, so I have no reason to do anything to any of you.” She gazed at them all with a raised brow; still not sure her words had any effect on the enraged Flair.

Ric was about to say something when Randy broke in “Leave her alone Ric, she’s right...she shouldn’t be concerned about us and we shouldn’t be concerned about her.” Ric stared at Randy for a moment; Kat took another drink from her cup and Ric looked back at her.

“Fine, but if Hunter ever finds out about these backstage conversation between us three...I’m blaming her.” His gaze hadn’t softened in the least as he sighed angrily; Batista shaking his head at the older mans apparent paranoia.

Kat only shrugged “I have no desire to ever speak with him or even about him. If he finds out it’ll be your own fault.” She filled her cup one last time and slid past Batista, not wanting to take her chance anywhere in arms length of Ric as she headed back to her locker room.

The problem would be finding it.

She had forgotten how hard it was to locate the refreshments, finding her way back was even worse. Half of the way there she had been lost in thought, not paying attention to anything until she almost impaled herself on the railing and stepped into Kane.

Noting that the scenery was only getting darker, she figured she had taken a wrong turn someplace and let out a sigh of annoyance.

“Figures...my sense of direction was never something to be proud of...” She spoke bitterly to herself, taking a long drink from her cup and almost draining it on the spot.

“If you paid attention, you might fair a little better.” The voice startled her and yet was strangely familiar as she turned around and was, again, looking up at the 7 ft. frame of Kane.

Kat didn’t know what to say and blushed heavily, thankful the darkness hid some of it as she stared at him. Kane only chuckled demonically at the response he got and stepped forward, narrowing his eyes at her when she didn’t recline from his advance as most often did.

Even if Kat wanted to, something about the man often called The Monster intrigued her. She couldn’t quite identify it, but she didn’t have a deep fear of him like she should have. Instead of making an effort to get out of his way or to just get away from him, she stood her ground and looked up into his mismatched eyes.

Kane looked down at her like a predator that just caught its prey, the limited light making him look even more demonic then usual. They stood like this for seconds until he swiftly grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off her feet and slammed her against the wall. His grin widened when he finally got a glimpse of fear in her brown eyes, as quickly as it came it vanished and was replaced with something he couldn’t name.

Kat held onto his wrist tightly then slowly relaxed, her breathing returning to normal despite the grip he had on her neck. What her fear was replaced by was respect; she respected the man that could so easily end her short career at this very moment and crush any limb he wished.

He soon let her down gently and pulled his hand away, waiting for her to reach for her throat in realization of what he had done. When she didn’t, he calmly backed away and looked her over once more before responding quietly.

“Go back down the hallway and you’ll come to a branch on your right. Take it. You’ll find your locker room if you keep going down.” He turned on her and as silently as he came, left her in the dark.

She stared after him once again, only now reaching up to her throat and feeling the place where his hand had closed around her throat.

“Thanks...” Kat knew he wouldn’t hear her, but wanted to say it anyway. Slowly turning around she walked back down the hallway and found the branch he mentioned and took it, she kept walking down until she did indeed find her locker room. She sat on the bench and absentmindedly fingered her necklaces, the second encounter with Kane shifting through her mind.

She couldn’t believe she had ran into him twice in one day, both times coming away with not even a scratch on her. She tried to figure out why he might have let her off easy, but couldn’t come up with an answer.

She was thrown from her thoughts as Chris Jericho came walking in with a grin on his face.

“The king of musical chairs has arrived! You may hold your applause for now and just bow to my greatness.” Chris looked at her wryly.

Kat stood up with a grin and did a mock bow in front of him “Yes your majesty, I bow to the awesome might of your...musical chair-ness. I take it you humiliated Tomco yet again?” She stood up and could see his grin double is size.

“I would never think of humiliating Tomco...again...unless you think drawing a smiley face on his head qualifies.” Chris looked at her innocently, the black permanent marker sticking out of his jacket pocket.

Kat rolled her eyes and tried to hide the growing smile, but failed and they both burst into laughter. “Yes Chris, I’d say that definitely qualifies!” Eventually they both calmed down and Chris noticed the bruise that was forming around her neck.

“I hope those are from your necklaces Kat...” He moved closer to get a better look, only to have Kat pull away and shift uncomfortably. He stood back and arched a brow at her, waiting for an answer and not getting one.

“Kat...what happened.” He crossed his arms and knew she couldn’t hold out for long, not from him. Since she wrestled him weeks ago he had become friends with her, it hurt him to think the other guys were already trying to prove it was only by luck that she won.

She groaned and looked at him “Chris...please don’t do anything...stupid...” at this he moved forward with a stern look. Kat sighed and continued, “It was Kane. I met him on my quest for water...it’s nothing to worry about. He didn’t hurt me or anything...” She was relieved when he didn’t turn around and go off to find Kane and do something stupid; instead he smiled and lightly punched her on the shoulder.

“Alright, I wont worry about you...besides you probably have more balls then him anyway!” Chris laughed as Kat rolled her eyes.

“Chris you’re going to get yourself killed if you keep saying that kind of stuff...and if you must know, he’s got big ones...kind of backed into him on accident and could feel them through my pants.” Chris put his hands over his ears and grimaced.

“Kat, you ever say anything like that ever again I SWEAR you will wake up in a dress with your hair permed...” He looked at her as she stared back completely appalled by his comment.

“Good god...fine. Just don’t mess with him all right? Do me that one favor.... anyone else you can give hell.” She looked at Chris who was grinning widely and noded in agreement.

As if someone had just hit him overhead with a chair Chris finally remembered what he came to ask her “Hey Kat, Chris Benoit, Edge and me were going to go bowling...and we need a fourth player, soooo...care to help us out?” He looked at her pleadingly as she laughed and nodded.

“Chris, I’d go with you guys if only for the conversation! The bowling is just a bonus!” She gathered her things and walked with Chris, talking about random things as they went to meet Edge and Chris Benoit. Chris was glad she was getting out more, she was shy and he wanted her to feel comfortable.

As the crew got together they piled into a rental car, throwing their bags in the trunk and driving off to what Kat knew was going to be a very interesting night.
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