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When Worlds Collide	By : Rothrashaan Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 2487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Swallowing Pride

Finally.

Another match.

It would be the understatement of Kats life to say she wasn’t psyched about this upcoming match. In fact she rivaled Chris Jericho in energy, which was enough to worry Edge and Chris Benoit. One overly hyper, partially psychotic and sleep deprived Chris Jericho was enough to deal with. Now they had to keep their eye on Kat as well.

Kat de-accessorized and grinned at her tag team partner, Chris Jericho. Stuffing her bracelet and other possessions in her bag she turned to her partner and shook her head.

“You sure Bischoff was sober when he made this agreement? It’s kind of like suicide for our opponents...speaking of which, who are they?” Kat ran a hand through her hair; Chris had already told her it was going to be a surprise. Which worried her. Usually his surprises involved some elaborate scheme, which would ensure mass amounts of pain...mostly for himself and his accomplice.

Chris only grinned broadly and shook his head, “I told you, it’s a surprise. You’ll like it, I promise.” Both Edge and Benoit exchanged panicked glances. If at all possible they would insist that they had no idea nor were they apart of this surprise.

The psyched duo stretched for a few minutes and went to wait for their names to be announced. Somehow they got into a discussion about Hungry Hungry Hippos, and before they knew it Jericho was being announced and he dashed out to his theme music. Before leaving he told Kat to stay put and he would announce her, which only made Kat worry yet again.

Chris walked to the ring, the fans going wild and Chris loving every minute of it as they began chanting “Y2J”. He requested a microphone and as soon as he got it, started doing what he did best.

Running his mouth.

He looked around the arena, very pleased with the large fanbase he had, “Well thank you.” The crowd cheered him on and Kat shook her head with a smile, he didn’t need any more encouragement.

“We have a great match planned for you tonight. But first I’d like to address an issue that ahs been floating around.” He paused and the crowd got somewhat silent. Kat groaned, as she knew what he was about to bring up. Most wrestlers doubted her ability and thought her match with him was a fluke, and that pissed Jericho off.

He paced around the ring and gathered his thoughts on the matter, “As you know, one of RAW’s newest wrestlers had one hell of a match against me a few weeks ago.” He paused and some cheered at the memory, Chris smiled and continued “She was able to best me, Chris Jericho, in a fair match. Now, the wrestlers here like to think that I went easy on her for being a chick.”

Kat rolled her eyes when the whistles came, probably from the people that thought she and Chris had a thing for each other.

Chris smiled and shook his head “But, I am going to set things straight. Kat is one hell of a wrestler. I didn’t treat her any different then, shall we say, my normal victims. It was not a fluke or by me being the gentleman, and letting her win.” He let this sink in before he turned to face the entrance below the Titantron. “So give it up for, the protector of things small and furry, the ass-kicker of men. The one, the only, KAT!!!”

Her theme hit and she came out to the roar of the crowed, walking up and sliding into the ring with a somewhat annoyed expression. Chris was grinning like a fool as she stepped over to him and took the microphone from his grasp.

Looking up at him, she broke into a grin that rivaled his “That is the last time we are watching “A Night’s Tale”, at 2 in the morning!” They both burst into laughter as Kat cast the mic aside, both of them starting to psyche each other up for the match.

The theme for La Resistance hit and they came down waving the flags as always. Kat and Chris went to their respective corner and waited for the duo to finish with their antics, praying they wouldn’t start singing the Canadian anthem.

Neither of those boys could sing.

To the relief of their ears they didn’t and the match was soon to start. Chris started things off with his usual grace; which was caused from his massive intake of sugar. Kat smiled, when he wasn’t on his usual sugar high Chris was amazingly clumsy. Yet he was fairing well against Conway, easily avoiding the blows sent at him and giving Conway one hell of a kick to the face.

He went down for the pin, Grenier coming to Conway’s aide and shoving Chris off his partner. He gave Chris and elbow drop, which allowed Conway to recover and Grenier to swiftly move back to their corner. They made the tag and Grenier was in, Jericho shaking off the blow as he faced his new opponent.

Grenier made a lunge for him but Jericho gave him a hard kick to the gut, followed by a beautiful uppercut that caused Grenier to fall on his back in pain. Jericho pulled Grenier to his feet and brought him over to their corner, giving Kat the tag and doing a little teamwork on the pained Grenier.

Climbing to the top turnbuckle as Chris held Grenier in place, Kat quickly adjusted herself and sent and axe-kick into the face of Grenier. Jericho ducked out at the last minute, avoiding the move that dropped Grenier on his back with a crash.

However things weren’t going to go smoothly as Conway came to his partner’s aid. As Kat got up with her back to him, he shoved her face-first into the top turnbuckle. An angered Jericho grabbed the only conscious member of La Resistance and smashed his face into the mat. Kat recovered in time to watch Jericho perform The Walls of Jericho and Conway, the crowed going wild at the beating La Resistance was receiving.

Jericho went for the pin and Conway rolled his shoulder out. At her feet, Grenier was staring to recover so she did a wicked elbow-drop to his chest. It effectively knocked the wind out of him as she went over to Jericho with in idea of her own, the ref not paying a bit of attention to the still form of Grenier.

Kat gave him the short version of her idea and Jericho stared at him in bewilderment. He shoved the half dazed Conway to her and she set him up, with little difficulty, for a Batista Bomb. It was only when he realized what was coming that he flipped out of the maneuver, Kat giving an annoyed growl as her hand darted out for his throat.

The move caught Conway off guard as she gathered all her strength and gave him a devastating chokeslam. She was quick to make the pin.

1...2...3...

Jericho was quick to celebrate his victory as they were announced as the victors. He pulled Kat up and raised their hands in victory, bowing to the deafening cheers of the crowed. La Resistance was motionless on the mat; the only thing signifying they were still alive was the rising and fall of their chests.

Backstage Benoit and Edge gave the duo a congratulatory drenching, emptying bottles of water on the pair as they all laughed. Kat was quick to give Edge a big hug, thoroughly soaking him as he gave whines of protest. Jericho was chasing Benoit with what appeared to be soda, threatening once caught he would drench Benoit with its carbonated goodness.

They all went back to Jericho’s locker room and discussed the next matches they could be in, or wanted to be in. Kats attention was, yet again, on the television as she waited for them to start the next match.

She couldn’t believe it when Kane’s theme hit and the big man strolled down the walkway and into the ring. Looking closely she saw his injured had was covered by a black glove, lucky for him no one suspected anything as he was being commented on as being “A Monster” by J.R. He even made the turnbuckles explode, in their fiery splendor, with the use of his injured hand.

The trio could tell something about Kane worried Kat, and they all tried to get her attention and find out what it was.

They might as well have been talking to a wall.

Kat only hoped that his opponent wasn’t anyone she would go into convulsions over. To her horror it was. It was the one person Kat couldn’t stand, the person she hated even more then HHH.

It was Ric Flair.

The blonde haired wrestler filled her with the burning desire to set him on fire, something that would most likely earn her the wrath of Evolution.

Grand.

Kat suddenly stood up and walked out of the locker room, Jericho trying to tackle her and drag her back. He would have succeeded if Benoit hadn’t held him back; he fought violently against the older man.

“What are you doing Benoit?! Are you just going to LET her get herself killed?” He looked at Benoit like the guy had just said he was going to have Bischoff’s baby. A thought that always made Jericho take cold showers and have horrifying nightmares.

Benoit sighed, “Just let her go Chris, we can’t jump to her aid every time you disagree with something she does. Besides, this might be somewhat entertaining.” Benoit let Chris go and they turned to watch the match, Jericho hoping Kat wouldn’t pull some crazy stunt...he knew it was foolish to hope.

Kat watched the match unravel on one of the monitors near the Titantron. She didn’t like what she saw.

Ric was using every dirty trick to take down the Big Red Machine. Using illegal weapons when the ref’s back was turned, such as brass knuckles and using them to hammer away at the big mans hand. The way Kane carried it, everyone knew something was wrong with it and Ric only used that to capitalize on the situation.

Kane was fighting as best he could, or really defending while Flair beat on him unmercifully. Kat nearly did go into convulsions when Hunter came to help Ric, bringing a chair as they struggled and managed to put his hand between the joints. Kane struggled unsuccessfully as Ric held him in a sharpshooter and Hunter jumped from the top turnbuckle, blood seeping out of Kane’s gloved hand as his wounds had been split open by the force.

Kat finally snapped and rushed out to join the match, sliding into the ring and kicking a surprised Ric Flair in the face. Hunter turned around just in time to dodge her fist, just as swiftly he grabbed her arm and ran his knee into her stomach. Lights flashed before her eyes as she kneeled down in front of him, clutching her stomach and glaring up at him.

Ric grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, he was tired of this no-talent nuisance. He was going to show her that she didn’t have what it took to be in this organization. Hunter turned his attention back to Kane and continued the assault on the big man, knowing he was in so much pain it almost rendered him helpless.

Kat was now back into a corner, taking blow after blow from Ric as he showed no sign of letting up.

“You don’t have what it takes girl, I suggest you give up and realize you are not worthy of facing Ric Flair!” With that said he moved his punches to Kat’s face. She welcomed the change of tactics as she thrust her knee into his stomach with all the force she could gather.

Thankfully she had actually hurt Flair and he stumbled back, Kats nose gushing blood like a faucet. Hunter had freed Kane’s hand from the chair and cast it aside, Kat wasted no time in acquiring it and smashing it over Ric’s back.

For the second time Kat climbed to the top turnbuckle, chair in arm, and adjusted it before dive-bombing onto Ric. The chair connected solidly and Ric shouted in pain, Kat suffering from the move as she unhooked her arm and grimaced in pain.

Hunter was sure Kane wouldn’t be a problem as he grabbed Kat and was about to perform a pedigree, finally understanding why Ric hated the girl so much. He didn’t even notice Kane standing up and climbing the ropes to the top. Just as Hunter was about to pull of his move, Kane jumped and gave him a drop kick to his back. Hunter went crashing onto Ric as Kat was thrown to the mat from the surprise attack.

Hunter was not about to take that from a cripple and turned around only to walk right into Kane’s hand, eyes widening as he was lifted up and chokeslamed onto Flair. Kane shoved Hunter away and Kat made sure he wouldn’t interfere with the count.

Before she knew it, Kane had won the match. The Big Red Machine stood up and stared at her momentarily.

Anger. Pain. Rage.

They were all twisted into one expression as he turned away and cleared the ring, holding his bleeding hand as he made his way backstage. The mat was covered in blood, a small trail leading up the walkway where it trailed off. She assumed the rest was soaking into the big mans pants and glove, sighing at his decision to have them believe the injury was caused in this match.

Shaking her head and realizing she was still in the ring with an enraged Ric Flair and Triple H, she ducked under the ropes and left the two behind. She found it odd that Matt Hardy didn’t interfere this time around. The thought was pushed aside when she realized her nose was still bleeding, tearing off part of her shirt and letting it soak up the blood that still ran down her face relentlessly.

Jericho was soon to find her, followed by Benoit and Edge as they took her to the medic to stop the bleeding. None of them spoke, at least not until Kat sneezed and blood flew everywhere.

“That’s disgusting Kat...” Jericho stepped behind her, afraid that if she sneezed again he might not be able to avoid it. He barely avoided this one.

Kat groaned, “It’s not like I wanted to coat the place with blood...it’s your nasty cologne that’s making me sneeze.” For some reason the mixture of her blood and his cologne aggravated her, so he walked behind her the rest of the way to the medic.

She was patched up in no time, much to her delight. Her faced had been cleaned of the blood and to get the taste out of her mouth used some mouthwash the medics gave her. Jericho was still quiet, where Edge and Benoit had dove into a light conversation. Kat sighed and stood up, kissing Jericho lightly on the cheek before disappearing and heading down a hallway.

Jericho watched her leave and shook his head. She was as close as any friend, almost like a sister to him.

Kat didn’t know how she would find him, but knew she would. She made her way to the darkest part of the arena, taking the hallways most people would think twice about. If she hadn’t been so determined to find what she was looking for, she would have.

When she thought about trying to find her way back a splintering crack caught her attention. Silently she made her way to the room she determined it was from, and indeed someone was in there. Automatically she knew she found what she wanted.

Stepping inside and taking a look around, she knew this was Kane’s locker room. It was almost pitch black, the lights had been dimmed but she was able to make out a hole in the wall. That was what she heard. Kane had punched a hole straight through the wall, the reason for which she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

It was then that she saw him, his good arm braced against the wall as his injured hand was again at his chest. To her it looked like he was in deep thought, or he was waiting for her to come foolishly close. Either way, she didn’t care.

“Do you have a death wish...because I can make it come true if that’s the case.” To her surprise he knew she was there, it made her feel somewhat uncomfortable as she stepped forward. He turned only slightly as the shallow light caught his pale blue eye, making it glow demonically.

Kat ignored the comment and shook her head slowly, “Don’t act stupid Kane. I know your not.” He turned around fast, almost fast enough that she barely missed the hand that shot out at her. If she hadn’t stepped back he would have given her a hard backhand across the face. From the looks of things he wanted to do much more then that.

“Dont you ever talk to me like that, EVER!” His gaze was that of pure rage. She had interfered in his match, she gave him help when he didn’t want it or in his mind need it. Sure, it was a win. But if it wasn’t a win by his standards, it was a loss. He knew she was uncomfortable, as she should be.

She sighed heavily “Look Kane...I know you didn’t want or ask for my help. But you got it. I..” Kat looked at him defiantly “I’m not going to let your pride get you hurt, just because I helped you.” She could see him narrow his eyes at her in distrust, shifting so that he was standing at his full height.

“You’re right. I DIDN’T want your help. Why you insist on helping me, is another question I would love for you to answer.” He paused and looked into her eyes “But right now, I want you to get out.” He waited for her to respond, silence filling the room as they stared at each other.

With a grunt of annoyance, Kat turned about and headed for the doorway. She turned back and could barely see him in the darkness.

“You need to swallow your pride Kane. Not everyone wants to hurt you...” With that said she quickly left, if he said anything to her she didn’t hear it. She didn’t know why she was trying to befriend him Maybe it was because she knows what it’s like to trust no one, not wanting to be used by those you would give your life for...

The thoughts disappeared as she found herself back at Jericho’s locker room. He looked up at her with his trademark grin, finally back to his normal self as he flashed ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’ from his bag.

“Thought we might watch another movie...” Chris loved his movies, and even more when he got them all to laugh at his impersonations and jokes during them.

Kat rolled her eyes and smiled, “Don’t you ever sleep? Does he ever sleep?” she looked at Benoit and Edge who shook their heads. Chris was holding the tape in front of him, still grinning. It reminded her of the Cheshire Cat.

This was going to be another sleepless night.
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