Chapter Three Disclaimer: Please use this as reference to all future disclaimers in this story. This story is intended for readers of a mature age. This story will contain coarse language, adult situations, and other things that are not intended for those who are under the age of at least sixteen years. I do not own any WWE Superstar, Diva or employee of the WWE that exists in real life. I also do not own anyone who is an employee of Total Nonstop (minus the) Action, past, present, or future. In short, I do not own anyone who is involved in any way whatsoever with the wrestling world. The only ones who you may or may not recognize are their own property. Alexandra Callaway, Katrynne "Kat" Jacobs, and Kira Summers-Orton all belong to their respective owners. Krystle, or "Krys", and her family belong to me and me only. Anyone else who is not explicitly mentioned here as my property is their own property. Thank you for not suing.
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Krys shook her head as she walked up the stairs to the front door of her home. She had no earthly idea why she was still in Philadelphia, since she and Matt had already gotten married months ago, but she was there. She pulled out her keys, inserted the house key, and opened the door. Stepping inside with a smile on her face, she wasted no time in running up the stairs towards her bedroom, hoping to find Matt.
"Matt?" she called, opening the door and walking into the room. Not there. "Hm...where the heck can he be?" she asked herself, tossing her backpack on the bed, and going back out into the hallway. Before going back downstairs, she checked in on Cameron, making sure that he was alright and picked him up, intending on going to the kitchen to get a bottle for the baby.
"You hungry, little man?" she cooed to the baby, brushing a feather light kiss on his forehead as she held him in her arms. "Why are you alone? And where in the hell is your daddy?"
She descended the stairs and into the kitchen, where she popped open the refrigerator, and pulled out his baby formula. Still holding the boy, now one year old, with one arm, Krys prepared the formula, warmed it, then fed it to her son. "Come on, let's check the basement to see if daddy's around," Krys whispered to Cameron, walking through to the back of the kitchen and through the side door to the basement.
Walking down the stairs, Krys still held Cameron in her arms, one hand steadying herself on the stairs. Though she could have sworn it was her imagination, she could have sworn she'd heard a slight moan coming from somewhere in the basement. Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she walked to the sofa closest to the stairs and placed Cameron on the sofa, where the obedient boy sat, bottle still in his mouth, waiting patiently for his mother to hold him again. Whispering that she'd be right back, Krys walked to the back of the basement, where an empty spare room was, and stopped.
Biting her lip and sending a prayer heavenward, Krys slowly placed her hand on the doorknob and turned, pulling it open.
And covered her mouth in horror, tears springing to her eyes.
Krys sat up in her bed immediately, gasping and trying to blink the tears from her eyes. She couldn't believe what she'd seen in her dreams. She'd seen Matt, screwing Ashley Massaro's brains out against the wall of her home, his dark head buried into the blonde's neck as the petite diva bit her lip to keep from crying out. Try as she might, she couldn't stop her hands from shaking, or the tears from spilling from her eyes.
Was it a sign of things to come? She didn't know, but all of a sudden, she had a bad feeling about getting married to Matt.
"Krys?" Matt asked sleepily, sitting up in the bed beside her, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, baby?"
Deciding against telling him about her dream – or in this case, nightmare – Krys swiped at her eyes once more, and said shakily, "N...nothing, it's nothing. Go back to sleep."
"Are you sure?" Now wide awake, Matt's eyes searched hers in the darkness, seeing the sadness behind them. "You can talk to me if something's bothering you, Krys. You know that."
"Yeah, I know." Her voice was full of sadness, devoid of any of the happiness she had shown earlier. "I know, Matt."
"Okay then." He kissed her cheek before laying back down. "You should get some more sleep," he mumbled sleepily. "We're leaving out early tomorrow morning." Nodding her head, Krys lay down in the bed next to him again, trying hard not to flinch when he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Night, bright eyes."
"Night." God, please don't let that dream be true. I...I don't think I could take it if Matt cheated on me again.
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The next night – WWE RAW – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Watching some of the Divas in the ring, practicing for the Divas' Battle Royal later that night on RAW, Krys couldn't help but let a smirk ease across her face. Did any of these girls honestly think they can stand a chance against me? she thought, hoisting her newly won Women's Championship onto her shoulder. She watched Victoria completely own Candice Michelle and Maria Kanellis, while Melina tore Torrie Wilson apart. If anything, there's only a few of the women in this match that can even remotely give me a run for my money. Other than those few, the rest of these bitches can get the fuck out of my way.
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Later that night, Krys was on her way to the commentators' booth to join Jim Ross and Jerry 'The King' Lawler on commentary during the Divas' Battle Royal, when she was sidetracked by a smirking Mickie James.
Krys stopped briefly to glance at the other woman, who was clapping her hands slowly, before turning to continue on her way. "Nice job, winning the WWE Women's Championship, Krys," Mickie said, coming up behind her. "I liked the way you sent Lita out after your match."
Krys turned her head back to smirk at Mickie. "Thanks," she said back. "I especially loved the way I took care of my opponent, and sent her on her way."
"Really?" Mickie asked coldly, her eyes turning to ice. "I don't think I liked the way you went about taking your opponent out." She folded her arms across her chest, and said, "As a matter of fact, I don't like the way you took a damn lead pipe to the back of my head. You're just lucky I can't be a part of tonight's Battle Royal, because you know that I'd beat every single Diva out there, and take back my Women's Championship."
Krys smirked again, hoisted her belt over her shoulder, and said, "Is that a fact?" Mickie nodded that it was, a smirk on her face. "Sorry about how things went down last night, Mickie; I wanted to make sure nothing was going to distract me and Lita. Which reminds me, Mickie...how's your head?" Seeing Mickie's eyes narrow angrily, Krys laughed out loud, clapped Mickie on the shoulder, then continued on her way to the ring as RAW went to a commercial break.
When RAW came back from the commercial break, Poison's "So Tell Me Why" began to play, and Krys, clad in a pair of skintight jeans and a Hardyz baby tee as well as a pair of three-inch heels, stepped out onto the entryway to the arena. She raised her right hand in the air, holding the Women's Championship as high as she could, then began to make her way down the aisle to the commentary booth. Lilian Garcia smiled as she announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new WWE Women's Champion, Krys!"
Krys slapped the hands of a few fans as she made her way around the ring, smiling as she reached King and J.R. She shook hands with both men, then took her seat next to the King, and put her headset on as the next Diva's entrance music began to play.
Later on in the match, as she watched Victoria decimate each and every Diva that came her way, Krys would take note of each and every move that the devious raven-haired Diva dished out. As Victoria last eliminated Candice Michelle, kicking her in the face for good measure, Krys couldn't help but smirk as the brunette crumpled to the outside mat. She hated Divas like Candice, the ones who only got recognition in the company because they'd entered through a damned Diva Search. She hated girls like her, the ones who pretended that they actually wanted to wrestle, when all they really wanted was the money for God knows what.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the match, Victoria cast an evil sideways glance over to Krys, who stood to her feet, propped the belt up over her shoulder, and applauded Victoria with a smirk on her face. Unlike with most of the competition in the Battle Royal, she knew that she was going to have one hell of a match with Victoria. The woman knew how to throw down, and could kick ass with the best of them. And when the time came to do battle, there was none better to have on your side than the vicious vixen herself.
As RAW went to a commercial break, Krys held her belt up over her head, letting Victoria know that she was the top dog in the Women's Division, and now that she'd finally won the Women's Championship, there was no way in hell she'd be losing it anytime soon.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WWE World Tag Team Championships!" The combination of "Metalingus" and "Burn in My Light" began to play, and the World Tag Team Champions came down to the ring to a chorus of loud boos. "Introducing first, they are the WWE World Tag Team Champions! They are the team of Edge and Randy Orton, Rated RKO!"
Each man made their way into the ring and taunted the crowd; Edge and Randy held up their tag team titles, everyone in the crowd either flipping them off or cursing at them, wishing upon them some sort of horrific accident. The two men then made their way to the right side of the ring and glared at the entryway as Lilian raised the microphone to her lips again.
As the Hardyz music played, the fans jumped to their feet and screamed loudly for the two brothers. "And the opponents, being accompanied to the ring by the WWE Women's Champion, Krys, from Cameron, North Carolina, The Hardys!"
As the brothers and Krys slid into the ring to pose for the fans, the lights dimmed and the crowd roared in excitement. All three of them threw up the Gunz and the V1 sign on each hand, and the fans did the same, snapping pictures and cheering for the trio. Finally, as the music stopped and the lights came back up, Krys kissed each brother on the cheek and exited the ring, but not before shooting a death glare in the direction of the World Tag Team Champions. As she took her place on the outside of the ring, in the corner of the Hardys, the timekeeper rang the bell, and the match was on.
The bell rang, and Jeff started the match off with Randy Orton. As the two initiated a grapple to start, Randy took the early advantage and pulled Jeff into a headlock, prompting the crowd to get behind Jeff, chanting for him as he struggled to get free. Jeff managed to get out, but was taken down to the mat by a shoulder tackle from Orton. As Krys shouted encouragement from the outside, Jeff reciprocated with a hip toss, and tagged in Matt. The elder Hardy climbed into the ring to a huge pop from the crowd, and threw Randy shoulder-first into the turnbuckle, before tagging Jeff back in. As Jeff came towards Orton, Orton knocked Jeff back a few steps with a forearm, and managed to get over to his corner to tag in Edge, who entered the ring to an untold amount of boos.
Jeff tried to hit Edge with a jawbreaker, but Edge would have none of it, instead countering it by blocking with his knee. Edge tagged in Randy, who pounced on Jeff and started beating the hell out of him with hard punches and a few stomps and then a jumping knee drop and covered Jeff. Right before the referee's hand slapped the mat for the final count, Jeff kicked out, and Randy jumped to his feet, mouthing off at Krys on the outside before strutting over to Edge and tagging him in.
Edge came back into the ring eagerly, running over to Jeff, who was struggling to get to his feet, and hit a running elbow drop on the younger man. He then yanked Jeff to his feet and gave him a nasty dropkick that sent him crashing back to the mat.
Meanwhile, Matt was on the apron, trying to urge his brother to fight back and to hurry and tag him in. Krys, still on the outside, slapped her hands on the ring apron, willing the crowd to cheer Jeff on as Edge locked Jeff in a Surfboard Stretch. The younger Hardy yelled out in pain as the Canadian stretched his limbs as his brother and his brother's fiancée could only look on. Finally, Jeff managed to start to get to his feet, but Edge yanked him back down to the mat, ruthlessly pulling on his long rainbow locks to take him back down before tagging Randy back in.
Randy made his way back into the ring, threw Jeff across the second rope, and proceeded to choke him. The referee yelled at him to let go and he did so, releasing Jeff and then dragging him back over to his corner and tagging in Edge. Edge wasted no time in taunting the Pittsburgh crowd and keeping Jeff from tagging in his brother. Randy then ran in, and the two tried to double-team Jeff, but Jeff countered the move into a double DDT, collapsing down alongside the World Tag Team Champions as the crowd roared their approval.
Krys jumped on the outside, throwing her arms up and down against the mat, while Matt slapped his arm against the turnbuckle pad, trying to will his brother into making it over to their corner to tag him in.
When the moment finally came and Jeff tagged in Matt, the elder Hardy wasted no time in hauling ass into the ring, cleaning house with clothesline after clothesline, a running splash on Edge, and a combination bulldog and clothesline on Rated RKO, all while the crowd still cheered uncontrollably. The brothers then hit a double suplex on Randy, then made their way to the tops of two opposite turnbuckles and were about to hit the Event Omega on Orton, had it not been for Edge knocking Jeff off of the top rope, while Orton went to take care of Matt. Matt, however, had plans for Randy, pushing him off of the ropes, and went for a top rope Moonsault!
Much to the disappointment of the crowd and the team alike, Randy was able to get out of the way in time, causing Matt to crash and burn. Randy scurried back to his corner and tagged in Edge, who wasted no time in getting into the ring and crouching down low, preparing to Spear Matt, as the show went to a commercial break.
When RAW came back from the commercial break, Orton was back in the ring and back on the attack, having Matt locked in a rear naked chokehold, with his legs wrapped around Matt in a grapevine. Matt did his damnedest to get Orton's legs from around his waist and fight back to his feet, but Randy took him back down with a vicious knee lift. He then tagged Edge back in, and taunted Krys, who jumped up on the ring apron and shouted at Edge, but was ordered back down by the referee, who threatened to send her to the back. Getting back down onto the outside mat, Krys glared up at Edge, who then turned his attention back to Matt, who had tried to take advantage of the distraction his fiancée caused, trying to get to his corner and tag in Jeff. The Canadian foiled his plans by jumping on him and locking in a rear naked choke of his own, with a grapevine.
Matt once again battled back to his feet, but Edge responded with a back body drop to keep him down again, then took the virtually lifeless man and Irish Whipped him into the corner turnbuckle, taking several forearm shots to him. Matt tried to fight his way out of the corner, but Edge took him down again with a drop toehold, and made his way over to Orton, who gave Matt three jumping knee drops.
The 'Legend Killer' then set Matt up in a sitting position, and delivered several harsh forearm shots to Matt's chest, before locking in yet another rear naked chokehold and grapevine. Both Jeff and Krys hyped the crowd up, encouraging them to chant for Matt to will him into fighting his way out of his current predicament.
Edge tagged in once again, and sent Matt into the turnbuckle, setting him up for a super back body drop from off the top rope. While Jeff distracted the referee by yelling at him, Krys jumped up onto the ring apron where Matt and Edge were, and punched the Canadian Werewolf dead in the eye then jumped down, prompting Matt to take the chance and start fighting back. He then gave one devastating punch to Edge, knocking him off the turnbuckle, and then dove himself, connecting with the Moonsault and covering Edge!
One...two...NO! Edge kicked out and quickly scurried over to Randy, who kept Matt from again trying to tag in his younger brother. Matt wasted no time in fighting back, trading blows with Randy, eventually winning the brawl, and countered Randy's attempt at a back body drop and diving over to his corner, tagging Jeff in!
The Pittsburgh crowd yelled in excitement as Jeff jumped into the ring, hitting a double dropkick, and the Whisper in the Wind on Randy, quickly covering him, but only receiving a two count. As Edge tried to interfere, Matt grabbed him and hooked him up, hitting him with a particularly nasty Side Effect, then he and his brother teamed up to hit a double Side Effect on Randy Orton, and Jeff covered him for another two count.
The two brothers then combined again, with Matt climbing the second rope and Jeff grabbing Orton's legs, and the two performed one of their signature tag team moves, Matt giving Orton a leg drop across the throat, and Jeff giving a leg drop to Orton's groin.
Edge pulled Jeff out of the ring, but Matt retaliated on Edge with a plancha over the ropes! The two got back into the ring, and Matt dropped to his knees in front of Orton, and Jeff wasted no time in attempting to hit the Poetry in Motion. Randy instead moved, and tried to nail the RKO on Jeff, but Jeff countered and shoved him into his brother, who hit the Twist of Fate!
The crowd was worked into a frenzy now, eagerly awaiting the moment that the Hardyz would once again become the World Tag Team Champions! Everyone jumped to their feet and nearly lost their minds when Jeff climbed to the top rope and dove off, delivering a picture perfect Swanton Bomb! He then covered Randy's unmoving body, trying for the pin fall.
One, two... NO! Edge slid into the ring and whacked Jeff over the head with one of the World Tag Team Championship belts, earning himself a disqualification. As Krys watched in horror on the outside, Rated RKO hit their finishers on the Hardys, laying them out cold. And then, with the two brothers laid out in the middle of the ring, the tag team champions then turned their focus to ringside, their gazes both coming to rest on the Women's Champion. Krys looked back up at them, her eyes slowly widening as realization dawned on her.
Both men immediately slid out on either side of the ring and made their way towards her, trying to box her in. She wasted no time in scrambling into the ring, where she tried to slide out of the ring through the opposite side, but was thwarted when a pair of hands fisted themselves in her hair and pulled her back to the rabid green gaze of Edge.
He got right in her face, snarling, "You made a big mistake, messing with Rated RKO, bitch."
He then shoved her into Randy, who wasted no time in hooking his arm around her neck and jumping into the air. "Shit," she cried, as she was driven face-first into the mat, and everything went to black.
As the members of Team Extreme lay in the middle of the ring, all laid out, the World Tag Team Champions stood triumphantly above their unconscious bodies, their titles held high in the air as the boos escalated into full out rage. As RAW went off the air, both of the World Tag Team Champions wore vicious, devious smirks on their faces as the Pittsburgh crowd pelted them with garbage.