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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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Chapter 20: Revenge is a dish best served cold

We were back the next night, due at Madison Square Garden. This was Smackdown Thursday, and Linda told me as we walked in that I would get to have my in-ring revenge. I about kissed her, but I kissed Glenn instead. He didn’t complain. Especially with what I did to get him in on it.

“Linda. I know it’s bad to ask so late but, could we make it a tag team match? The two of us versus Stephanie and Chris.”

Linda looked at Glenn, who had a scheduled match against Brock that night. “Glenn do you think you can handle two matches? We will have to bill you for two, and the Brock match will reflect in your energy level during a match with the two of them.”

Glenn nodded at her. “I want to pay them back for all the crap we had to go through.”

Linda smiled and glanced at the both of us. “Alright. I will bill it as a mixed tag match Kane and Faith Hardy versus Stephanie McMahon and Chris Jericho. Right before the main event. Make it quick.”

She left us and we headed to the Locker room we were sharing with Mark. When we got there, it was a madhouse! Almost everyone was in that room, wanting to either apologize to me, congratulate Glenn or say how proud they were someone had beaten the hell out of Jericho and Steph. Even Paul Levesque was there and offered an apology for taking part in the whole arm thing. He wanted to see the scar, which wasn’t much now, but he did ask forgiveness for it. Mark finally told everyone to “Get the hell out!” so Glenn could become Kane and so we all could get ready for our matches.

“Kane” was ready within the hour, sounds like a pizza doesn’t it? He and Mark went out for their matches, Mark was against the Dudleyz in a Handicap that he wouldn’t have to job in, and Glenn was up in the first match against Brock. I stayed in the back, getting ready for my match. I had just pulled on my specially mutilated “Big Freak’n Machine” shirt when there was a knock on the door.

“Faith! Open the goddamn door woman!”

I walked over and opened it to reveal two very round females.

“Jess, Amy! Aren’t you supposed to be home? You’re moving all your stuff to Matt and Jeff’s houses this weekend. What’s the…”

Jess put her arm around me and smiled. “Jeff and Matt are taking us home tonight. We wanted to come say hi earlier, but with all the Chaos and Bedlam, we couldn’t.”

I stood and let them sit on the bench. Both were about eight months at this point and round. I had only seen them a week or so ago but they already looked bigger than then. I turned around to check my makeup for the stage when Amy came up and touched the silver locket.

“This is beautiful. Did he give it to you?”

I nodded. “It was his grandmother’s. His Mom wanted me to have it.”

Jess giggled behind me. “Did he now? Oh, now were getting serious. When do we need to start planning your wedding, Miss Faith?”

I shook my head. “Not for a while. He’s not ready and I’m not real sure I am to be honest. I’m happy where we are. Speaking of which, what do I need to wear to yours?”

The three of us talked about their weddings, which would be in early June after their babies were born. Jess already knew she was having a boy, Jeff insisted the name him Jeremy Edward. Amy didn’t know what she was having, only that she was due with twins. She and Matt had already that would be enough, no matter what they were, and were planning on getting either Matt or Her sterilized surgically.

We were interrupted by Glenn and Mark coming back. Mark was red-faced from his match and Glenn was holding him up. Jess and Amy both moved automatically out of the way to let Mark sit. We all three backed up as a Paramedic came in. Glenn looked over and saw the other two behind me and moved his head toward the door.

“Get them out of here Faith. This wont be pretty. ”

I moved them toward the door as the paramedic went to Mark’s knee. I could see the tinge of blood as they cut his leather pant leg off at the knee. I knew he was badly hurt as I ushered the others out the door. I closed it hearing Mark growl and cuss behind the door. Paul Wight and Solofa Fatu walked past and I stopped them to ask what the hell had happened.

Solofa spoke up, pointing toward the ring over his shoulder. “Matt Hyson screwed up and clocked him in the knee with a chair shot. Mark got to the bike and up the ramp, but he hurt too bad to get any farther. Glenn get him back in there?”

I nodded and thanked him for the info. Amy, Jess and I headed for Jeff and Matt’s locker room. Jess barged right in and I was very glad I can turn quickly.

“Jeff, tell me when you are no longer Naked!”

Jess pulled me in a minute later, my brother now at least had pants on. I sat down near the door, my match not for another hour so I could sit for another fifteen. Shannon and Shane were in there, looked as though they were playing spades. Matt came in from the shower, thankfully decent, and sat down next to me. He pulled on one boot then spoke, tying it.

“Dad called me. Said he met Glenn. He likes him, said to bring him around more often. You took him home?” I nodded, telling him he had stayed at the house, in my room no less, and Dad hadn’t cared. “Yeah I know. Faith. Please. I do want you stay with Glenn, but take care of yourself. I know you guys are practically but not officially engaged and… he cares a lot for you.” I looked at him with confusion. “That Locket around your neck. He give it to you?” I nodded. “It’s old. Either it was damned expensive or a family heirloom. You don’t give someone something like that unless you just know. I gave Amy one of Grandma’s pearl necklaces to wear at the wedding, She’s the one, and I know she will care for them. Same as Glenn giving you that necklace. You’ll care for it because you care for him. Take care of yourself and him. You going to stay with in him St. Louis?”

I spoke finally, nodding. “I’ll move my stuff next weekend we have off. We have a six-week run then I’ll come and get a few things. I don’t want to leave Dad but….”

Matt shook his head. “Haven’t you been listening little sister? ‘Take care of yourself’. Dad has been waiting for you to move out so he could move Jillian in.” He smiled and rubbed my head. “Took ya long enough. Hey Jeff. What time is it?”

Jeff answered it was almost ten. I jumped up and said I was sorry but I had to haul ass. I ran to the locker room I was in with Glenn and Mark. I knocked and a garbled reply came from behind it. I entered, hoping it was a reply to enter and saw a really bad sight. Mark was getting a gash on his knee sewn up, arms held back by Glenn, the numbing medicine apparently not working.

“Fay. Give him something to bite.” I grabbed a pair of socks from his bag and stuffed them in his mouth. He rolled his eyes as the paramedic finished giving him the stitches. It was a good long row, from two inches above his kneecap to just below it. The pain had to be bad, and with his past injuries it was worse than usual I could tell. The medic handed Mark a prescription from the company doctor for two Vicodin if he needed it and he left. Mark had pulled the socks from his mouth and Glenn let go of his arms. He looked at the prescription and then the socks and spoke on both.

“I don’t use this shit. There’s a bottle of Tylenol in my bag, it’ll work. Faith, next time, clean socks. Damn but that was foul.”

Glenn walked over to his bag, picking up his discarded mask and snapping it back on through his hair. “Better than biting down on your tongue Mark. We got to go. You gonna be alright?”

Mark nodded and waived us out. “Vince or Shane will probably be by after a bit to tell me to go home. I’ll see you after. Good luck with the shoot.”

Glenn grabbed my hand and led me out, off to the backstage area. He saw Stephanie and Chris back there, not even warming up. Chris had the white casting over his nose and multiple scratches on his pretty boy face. Stephanie didn’t look as bad but the damage was more extensive, along with the cuts was a discoloration, making me think there was a nice ugly bruise under all the makeup. Blunt force trauma, gets ya every time.

Glenn and I stayed well away from them, until the time was up for our cue. Matt and Jeff had come up from fighting the Anti-Americans, Lance and Jay and all four wished us luck, throwing ugly sneers at Steph and Chris. They we’re supposed to go out first and when Chris’s music came up they walked out, taking refuge in the ring.

Glenn took my hand and gave it a squeeze, he stood to his full height and led me out, his pyro exploding. I ran to the ring and flew beneath the bottom rope. I heard the bell sound as “Jericho” got out and stood, still sore from his beating and Glenn stood at our corner.

“Ok Stephy. Let’s get this over with. I will finish this game.”

She tried to turn me on my back, grabbing my arm and using some of her momentum to try and flip me. I almost did go back but countered her by tossing her to the ropes. She bounced off them, trying to clothesline me. Catching me too high with her forearm, instead of hitting my neck, she hit my mouth. I could taste the blood where she had busted my lip and just smiled at her. She looked absolutely furious!

“Blood for Blood, Faith. I will make you suffer for what you did!”

She tried to kick me in the gut, but I moved her, pushing her away and twisting her ankle at the same time. She wailed. She was not wearing wrestling boots and I had pulled on her foot instead of her leg. I let go of her foot and pulled her up by the back of the neck, leading her over to a ring post away from both Chris and Glenn. I remembered briefly how to do it then flung her over to land with her shoulder hitting the turnbuckle. It works, if done right, but hurts like a son of a bitch! She saw me coming for my next move and did get that lick in, kicking me then scratching her nails along my face. I backed up, reaching for Glenn and finding his gloved hand, as I was blind for a second. He pulled me to the corner and went out to face Jericho. I stood and got my vision back, feeling the small pains from ripped skin around my nose and eyes. I wiped my face with my hand and tried to focus on the match.

Glenn was putting Chris through Hell. He tombstoned him once or twice, pulling an old move or two out of his bag of tricks. After while Chris did get him, dropping him to his back. Glenn was getting tired, I could tell. He was breathing hard, two matches in a night might have been a bit much. I was about to give up after calling to him, when he shot straight up and looked right at Jericho. He stood and Jericho tried to knock him over, probably hoping to do his finisher, to make him submit. Instead he grabbed him around the throat and looked at him dead. The Ref looked at him as he spoke, Glenn not known for speaking when in the ring at that point.

“If I every catch you or your little fucking bitch messing with my woman again I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand me?”

Jericho nodded and Steph came up, aiming her foot for a kick to Glenn’s knee. He caught her and was going to pick them both up and drop them when I ran over and told him to stop. He looked at me like I had gone utterly bugfuck but I pointed to Steph then myself. He understood and dropped her. I picked her up and wrapped my own hand around her throat.

“Ok Sunshine. On three. One… two… THREE!”

We both threw them above our shoulders and dropped them, a twin chokeslam that would make even the biggest ‘Taker fan proud. He threw Chris down harder and the drop was longer but they both got the point. Neither moved for a minute but we didn’t care. Glenn moved to walk out, I saluted JR and followed. He was five feet from the ring and stopped. He took my shoulder and pointed to the Screen. He and I were being followed by the cameras. He looked over and smiled, a ‘Are-you-pondering-what-I’m-pondering’ look in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and was pulled toward him. He held me up and kissed me, not caring about the blood on my lips. This was no peck either, Glenn was literally telling everyone in the world that this was it. Matt and Amy couldn’t have done better. I saw the later footage, JR actually thought we would do something bad out on the ramp… That was WRONG JR! Dirty mind. Oh you know I love ya Jim. I could see the headlines on WWE.com the next day: Kane’s first kiss, WWE exclusive!

WWE storylines Lag don’t they?

We headed to the back, Glenn now having my blood on his lips from the kiss and insisting I get looked at. I got one little stitch in it. Whoop-de-do. The scratches on my face were lathered in Neosporin and I was sent off. I heard that Steph was taken out in a neck brace and Jericho banged his head pretty good, nearly cracking it open. I felt vindicated, as did Glenn, the only one in that match who didn’t have any injuries. How the hell does he do it? Gotta be the mask!
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