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Chapter 26: Kane versus Faith.

Glenn and I went back the next week, he had a match against Mark, to make sure he was still an ‘in-ring monster’ after we were ‘married’. Turned out marriage didn’t settle Kane in the least bit. Steve even tried to provoke him backstage, Kane just walked away and made himself scarce for a while. Steve was just begging to go after someone, always sure Kane would fight him and he never did.

I got to go after ‘Molly’ who had the womens title at this point still. She had gotten it from Gail Kim a few months back and It was almost time for her to drop it. I would fight her one week then go after Glenn, then back to her to get the title.

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The Next show we had after my first fight with Molly, they showed me sitting in the back, Kane next to me as we looked at the roster. Shane, as the Hurricane himself, had come up, asking what we were doing.

“Vince said since Kane’s been a good boy lately, he could pick his next week’s opponent. Problem is, he’s gone against everyone. He can’t pick.”

Shane looked at the list. He scratched his goatee, looking at the both of us.

“Well the Hurricane would fight you Kane but that wouldn’t be a fair fight. The Hurricane is too swift for the likes of mere mortals.” I rolled my eyes as he continued, pointing to me and taking my hand, kissing it, which pissed ‘Kane’ off. I wasn’t to sure Glenn was too impressed he had done it. “You have not taken on the likes of your lovely wife, other than in the boudoir, I presume. Wassupwitdat? Why don’t you challenge her? She would put up an excellent fight, so I hear.”

He took off, ‘flying’ away. I looked at Kane, who shrugged, looking again at the list. I tapped him on the shoulder, putting my hand on his head and rubbing the back of it.

“Ya know sweetheart, that might be the idea.”

His eyes widened as the promo ended, acting like he was in shock.

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Close to the end of the show I was in Steve and Bischoff’s office. Both were I there arguing as I walked in. Steve asked where Kane was.

“He’s hiding. You keep trying to make him get into trouble and he didn’t want to come down here and get annoyed again. He decided who he wants to fight.”

Bischoff looked at Me and then to Steve, who looked a bit wary. Eric smiled at me, almost condescendingly.

“And, who gets to meet that big, uh, husband of yours next week?”

I looked him dead in the eye and pointed to myself. “Me.”

Both looked at me in shock. I put my hands up and spoke. “Hey, blame me. I had to convince him. That took a while and a lot of work.” I heard the audience howling as I smiled to myself, wiping off my mouth. “If I have to, I’ll sign a contract. I’ll give him a fair fight and one you wont forget.”

Bischoff was going to speak, but Steve did before him, pointing his finger at me. “Woman, if you go through with this you are more twisted than your brothers!”

I shrugged as I walked out. “I always was the black sheep. Next week, gents.”

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Next week, I walked down to the ramp before Kane and not with him. My theme ripped through this time, a new one not related to his Slow Chemical theme. They had gotten the rights from Linkin Park to use Papercut.

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Why does it feel like Night today?
Something in here’s not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
or how the pressure was fed but
I know what it feels like
to have a voice in the back of my head

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Kane’s Pyro went off, and he came down. He was gonna draw it out, walking as slow as he could possibly could, down the ramp. Oh, Mr. Jacobs, you are milking this for all you can. His Music blared and I listened to the lyrics, remembering how well they fit.

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The wonder of the world is gone and old for sure
All the wonder that I want I found in her
As a hole becomes a part that strikes a burn
And no flame returns
Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around and back again
Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around
When she's not around I feel it coming down
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical

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He got in the ring, standing in the middle, and thowwing his arms down. You could clearly hear me ask if he was done. “Cause I want to play too Flame boy!”

He pointed to me and the mic picked up his words as we talked shit to each other. “Don’t screw around with me, little girl. Later on you’ll get your payback.”

I put my hand up like the Rock, waved him toward me and staring him down. He glared at me, a twinkle in his eyes to let me know he was having fun with this.

We circled each other for a second. After a bit, he threw his weight at me, attempting to knock me off balance. I dropped to my stomach, rolling out from under his feet and grabbing his leg, knocking him down to his side. You could hear the ring complain about it as he hit hard and turned to look at me, a little pissed off.

“Come on baby. You like to play rough, don’t you?”

He got up and he grappled with me a bit, trying to set up his next move. He finally threw me into the ropes, waiting for my return trip to pick me up and getting me ready for a suplex. He fell on his back, letting my back twist. I righted myself as best I could but fell on my hip badly. I thought I heard something pop as I hit and I knew something was wrong.

He hit the pumphandle slam and had me on the ground, circling me. I got up and blocked the hard pain in my hip as I jumped at him and pulled him down over my body, flipping him over. That will screw my back up for the next few days. He was down but getting up, running at me as I climbed the turnbuckle, I flipped over and did a hurricanrana ala Lita. As he moved me so we could fall and I felt nothing but pain. I fell and got up, limping to the turnbuckle. I was supposed to spear him, but I couldn’t get my leg to agree with me. I could hear him yelling to me as I looked out into the crowd.

I tried to see him standing behind me, wondering what was going on. I ran at him, limping at I did, throwing my shoulder into his gut. He fell back with me over to his side. The Ref, Mike Chioda, came over to us as we both lay there. I was supposed to have gotten up and didn’t. Glenn shot straight up like he always did and looked over at me. I turned over and tired to get up and Mike started counting. I stood and climbed up on the turnbuckle, the pain getting worse. I prayed to God that I didn’t break my damned hip. I looked at the ramp and saw Mark standing at the top with Matt and Jeff. All three had their arms crossed and were watching closely. They knew something ws up, I wasn’t moving right.

I saw Glenn below me on the mat, rushing me. I flipped for Jeff’s Swanton, knocking my boyfriend down, staying close to him as possible as we fell. I could feel my leg going limp and moaned to him to get me out of there. He picked me up for a chokeslam, like we had practiced. He whispered to me through clenched teeth as he picked me up and wrapped his hand around my throat.

“What’s wrong. You’re limping”

“Something’s wrong with my leg. It hurts bad.”

He wrapped my arm around his shoulder as he asked which side.

“Left.”

He picked me up, dropping me as hard as any of the men he had fought. He made sure I fell on my right side and I lay there, trying to block the pain.

He covered me for the pin, Mike counting as I begged Glenn to let me walk out of here.

“You can’t.”

“Please. Lemme save face and walk out.”

Nodding slightly as he got, up he stood me up and set me right, holding up my hand to shown he had won, holding me to him, but really holding me up. He led me out of the ring to a huge pop as Mark and my brothers came down. Jeff was going to say something as I limped by myself but Glenn looked at him and told him to leave me be. I walked up the ramp as normally as I could. Mark was behind me with Matt and Glenn. Matt was telling Glenn what had happened, as he had seen me fall badly. Jeff was beside me as we got to the stage and he stopped. I turned to look as Mark Matt and Glenn were giving a ‘Taker Salute’ I turned and did the same, walking out with Jeff beside me and Glenn behind me.

I made it five feet inside the backstage area before I couldn’t do it anymore. I fell down on my side, rolling to my back and clutching my hip with my hand, crying in pain. Glenn started ripping my jeans away from my side as soon as he saw me fall and Mark looked at me with extreme pity, sucking in a breath at the sight of my leg. I turned up to look at it, seeing the deep purple welt covering most of my side, hip and thigh. The joint was at a funny angle and it hurt to move it.

“Someone get Petit!”

Glenn held my hand and kept me from moving, whispering apologies for hurting me. “You didn’t do it Glenn, I fell wrong. Rookie mistake.” He kept saying he was sorry until the Doc showed up, looking me over and looking to Mark and Glenn.

“It’s not broken but its Dislocated.” He grabbed a needle out of his bag and I flipped out. Glenn and Mark both had to hold me down as the doctor drew some fluid from a vile. Hey, I may have tattoos but I’m scared to death of needles!

Petit put a hand on my face and looked me in the eye. “I can use this and you’ll be better in three or so days and feel no pain from what I am gonna do, or I can do it without and you will feel like I’m ripping your leg off and you’ll be out six weeks. This will not hurt you, it will relax your muscles and kill the pain, probably make you drowsy as hell. Which is it?”

He looked at me as I dropped my head into Glenn’s lap. He was holding my shoulders down as I nodded. “Just get it over with.”

I felt the sting and tried to move away from it. Several people from the roster were watching me lying there, Kikwear around my knees and Mark and Glenn holding me down. Petit held the needle away from me and told people to back off. I could see Jess and Amy from the corner of my eye, Jess rocking back and forth with Jeremy in her arms and Amy, holding Mattea, standing next to Shane who was holding Moore. “Give it five minutes to work.”

I lay there for a while, my leg gradually going completely numb, Petit checking now and then to see what I could feel. He tapped on my hip at the end of five minutes or so, convinced I couldn’t feel anything in it anymore. He looked to Glenn and pointed to my pants. “I need her legs free. It’s more appropriate you get them off her.”

He went down and got me stripped me of my jeans. He went back to my head and held me down, Mark moving to hold my other leg as Petit moved to pull on the left. I heard him say the word ‘three’ and heard a loud pop. A few people looked away as it did, including Jeff and Matt. I barely felt as my hip was put back in place, the relaxer and painkiller working well. I looked up at Glenn who almost seemed like he would be sick. Petit checked my leg again, satisfied. “Don’t let her walk around tonight. She should be able to bear weight on it tommorrow. She’s got the benefit of age in her favor. Be glad your so young, girlie. She’ll be right as rain for her title shot next week.”

Glenn asked if he was sure and Petit nodded. “She’s limber, in good shape and usually active right? She will be fine, all she needs is a good nights rest. I won’t guarantee that bruise wont hurt tomorrow, but give her couple over the counters and she’ll be good.”

Glenn nodded as he picked me up to take me to the hotel. The other wrestlers were walking away as Petit yelled at Glenn’s back. The big man turned to look at the short doctor.

“No Sexual intercourse for one month. You could reinjure her that way, more than she’d get hurt in the ring.”

Glenn rolled his eyes and walked away, I almost giggled, but was too drowsy, the painkillers knocking me down more than a bit. I did hear Mark behind me, bellowing over everyone in the area.

“FIFTY BUCKS SAYS HE CAN’T DO IT!”

Under my breath I mumbled and Glenn laughed. He turned back to Mark and answered him, shouting over all the bets.

“Hey Mark! She said, ‘A hundred says I blow him once we get to the hotel!”
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