Katie woke up without opening her eyes she knew she wasn't in her hotel room, on account of the crick in her neck. She could hear someone moving around quietly in her locker room. Due to the light steps she guessed Lita. The woman always tried to take care of her like an older sister, give her advice that more often than not she tossed aside.

"While you're up a blunt would be nice…" Kat smirked without opening her eyes.

The voice that replied wasn't the one she expected, and while normally welcome in this case she was a bit aggravated.

"They told me I had to stop smoking when I signed my contract."

"Rob honey you're still a burn out…" she laughed warmly opening her eyes, finding herself covered in a blanket, "I know you're not here on a social call…"

"What I can't come see you?" Rob Van Dam shrugged, "I've known you for like…" he paused as if counting, "..ever."

She had to laugh at that…a stoner's math.

"Besides, Jeff had some shit to do he wanted me to make sure you were cool…" Rob continued then in an effort to ease his way into a conversation about her father…an bad effort mind you… but an effort nonetheless, "So have you actually talked to Tommy lately?"

"As little as possible…and if that's all you came to talk about you can leave I gotta pack…" Katie told him sitting up.

Rob looked at her blankly for a moment before she elaborated…." You know cause were supposed to be in Dublin next week?"

"Oh right," Rob laughed dumbly, "Good I need to smoke…"

"Don't you think you've done enough of that?" She demanded offering a half smile.

"Never enough…" he smiled then frowned, "Wait you still should talk to…"

"Get out Rob…" she told him gently as she heard a light knock on her door, "Come in!"

The American Bad Ass entered the room eyes narrowing when they fell onto Rob, Which made Katie wonder how long he'd been outside.

"She wants you out then leave…" he told Rob.

"Hey man its not even like that," he said absently waving it off, "I just said something she didn't want to hear relax bro."

Taker raised a single eyebrow…"Out Van Dam…" he demanded firmly.

"Mark its cool…you don't have to…" she started, but Rob wasn't as dumb as he appeared he held up his hands in a surrendering fashion.

"Nah its cool I'll catch you some other time…" Rob shrugged.

Katie nodded resigned, "Besides," she pursed her lips together and forced her mouth to smile; her face forming what one could only describe as a snarl, as her gaze fell on Mark, who smiled patronizingly, back at her "I've got a bone to pick with you."

"I'll bet." Rob said simply walking out.

The Deadman smirked knowingly, "What's wrong darlin'?"

"You nearly killed Jeff!!!" she snapped at him.

Genuinely confused Taker scratched his head, flipping his long black hair back over his shoulder.

"Matt found him in a tub of water, his head almost under…" she sighed as if the simple act of explaining it was a difficult act but really it was just exasperation.

"Hey now I wasn't trying to kill him, just trying to talk to him, you know my brother's a little hands on sometimes, I guess the little Hardy boy didn't appreciate it, and he kicked Kane in the face, and I don't take so kindly to someone attacking my brother due to the fact that he ain't quite in his right mind…you know Kane…big violent but not always quick…I reacted the same way he would've if the situation would've been reversed…granted I'll give him that I would've reacted the same as he did…a simple misunderstanding…but darlin' I wasn't trying to drown him…" Taker assured her, pushing strands of hair from her face, she flinched at his touch regarding him carefully then nodded.

"Jeff can be a bit impulsive…trait of younger brothers I noticed…" she smiled halfway then stepped back from him, "I've gotta pack and get a plane ticket and…'

Mark cut her off holding up a small slip of paper, that Katie recognized as a plane ticket, she quickly shook her head, "You shouldn't have…I could've…"

"Hey I remember how hard it is in the beginning…." He told her grinning.

He was right, money was tight she'd thought with the salary she now made she'd be all set but between hotel rooms meals, flights…she'd decided as long as their destination was in the US she would drive but her only form of transportation was a motorcycle, which she had to pay for a parking spot at the airport when they did go out of the country. Some days she went straight from the show to the road and only had a day of rest in between. As a jobber it had been easier for her, if she missed a show on account of lack of money, no one noticed but now it was imperative for her to show up. Jeff and Matt helped her sometimes…but she didn't like telling them she was having trouble even though she was sure they knew already, same went for Lita who often insisted on bringing her food and wouldn't accept money for it. She sighed not bothering to argue with him she knew it would be a daunting task should she have chosen too.

She sighed and smiled halfway…"Thanks…"

He waved her response away dismissively, "Just keep your promise about those drinks…what better place to drink than Ireland?"

She smirked, "Only if you promise to be a gentleman…"

He smiled roguishly placing a large hand on her hip and pulling her toward him, "You wouldn't like it if I was…" he replied in a husky voice.

Katie flushed her muscular frame flexing automatically at his touch.. She had a temporary loss for words. Kat loathed it, bad boys always turned her into a babbling school girl. She never messed with any guy if she was sure she could beat him in a fight. She was certain that the Deadman would completely overpower her in a fight, maybe that was the turn on. She was a dominate person by nature, a characteristic that sent men heading for the hills. She towered over most men, and the ones she didn't tower over, a good pair of heels rectified. The men that weren't scared by her height were intimidated by her strength. Katie had a decent amount of muscle more than most women but she hadn't quite gotten herself up to Chyna's standards. She still had a decidedly feminine shape and very real boobs; which Mark was attempting to admire with his free hand, snapping Katie out of her stupor. She slapped at his hand, raising an eyebrow, "Don't make me hurt you….it'd be a shame if I had to embarrass you in front of you're fans."

He smiled wickedly, "I'd let you…and when you're done I'd take you in the back throw you up against the wall and make you scream my name." With that he walked for the door leaving her with a lung full of air she had yet to release, he turned and smiled, "see ya bright and early tomorrow, plane leaves at 8:00am."

She let out the breath she'd subconscious held in, with a whoosh. She hurriedly threw stuff in her bags, trying to keep her mind occupied. Lita strolled idly into her locker room she rarely ever knocked.

"Ya done packing yet?" she asked plopping on her couch.

"No does it look like it?" she snapped then winced at her own tone, "sorry…a little agitated…"

"It's okay…but What's wrong?" Lita cocked her head to the side in a look of concern.

"Nothing…new anyway…Rob came by to talk about my dad…I was actually glad that Mark interrupted…" she sighed.

"Hmm…Mark huh? We're on a first name basis now?" Lita smirked.

"Hey Fuck you alright…" she mock glared tossing a random article of clothing at Lita.

Lita pulled it off her head and held it up realizing it was a black mesh halter bra, the lack of substance made it clearly obvious it wasn't made to support anything.

"Cute…so has Mark seen you in it…" she sneered playfully.

"Gimme that…" Katie hissed snatching it from her. Kat's pale skin was rose colored and her jade eyes wide.

Lita burst into hysterical laughter, "So is that a yes?"

"No!!!" she snapped tossing it in her bag.

Lita doubled over with laughter on the couch. After a minute of pointed silence from Kat she tried to regain her composure. "Oh honey that's called sexual tension…" she smirked, "and please don't sleep with that man."

"Not your business." She bit off.

"The hell its not…" Lita snapped back her tone changing, "You are my business…you always have been you always will be…"

Katie lowered her head a bit…"Yeah, Yeah…"

"Besides, Jeff's got a thing for you…he'd be good for you…and you'd be good for him…." Lita said carefully.

"Huh…?" Katie looked at her dumbfounded, "No he doesn't Jeff's like…like a brother…A brother I beat the shit out of…"

Lita smirked, "Oh please are you telling me you can't tell?"

Katie started to protest but a knock on the door cut her off, grabbing for her nightstick instinctively; she opened the door finding the Hardys outside of it. They knew full and well to stand at least three feet from the door, lest they may get assaulted.

"Easy psycho…" Jeff teased.

"I'm the psycho and you're the one who jumps off of shit for a living…." She shot back smiling, stepping back from the door allowing them to come in.

Matt ruffled her long hair giving her rather devilish look, as proceeded toward Lita, she sighed and rolled her eyes. Jeff then smoothed out her hair and wrapped his arms around her. "How ya feeling?"

"Better than yesterday," she grinned, "granted but that's not saying much, I could've gotten my appendix surgically removed and replaced with a hedgehog and been better than yesterday."

Jeff offered her a look of sympathy, placing another piece of hair back in place. Lita leaned over to Matt who promptly plopped himself down on the couch with his head in Lita's lap, "Cute…"

Jeff tossed her a withering glare, but Lita just gave Kat a look that read 'see.' Jeff watched the exchange then with sudden realization turned bright red and glared at Lita who shrugged, "What?"

"Fuckin' hell Lita…" Jeff grumbled, he opened his mouth to say something to Katie, sighed and walked back out.

Lita burst into a fit of laughter, "See I told you…"

Matt chided, "Lita…was that really necessary…"

"Well I wouldn't have if….certain circumstances didn't demand it…" Lita shrugged.

"What circumstances?" Matt demanded sitting up.

Katie shook her head to protest, but Lita didn't seem to notice, "Taker's been trying to get in her pants…"

Matt's eyes widened at that, then slowly narrowed, "I'm gonna beat his ass…"

Katie swallowed laughter at that, and fought hard to keep the smile from her face, but once she realized the determination that had set in it was easier, because a look of horror took over. She had images of the massacre that would occur if he tried to take him in an actual fight and not just a wrestling match.

"Matt don't be stupid…I can't let you fight him, wrestle him yes….but not a fight…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Matt grumbled.

Tommy Dreamer paced back and forth in the hallway, he was scheduled for a match with Raven who now watched him rather helplessly.

"What the hell is Vince McMahon trying to do to my Katie….?" he muttered angrily.

"I don't know Dreamer but we'll find out….and we'll crush him, come on focus on the match, I don't want to beat your ass that easily," Raven told him gently.

Raven wasn't nearly as violent and senseless as ECW portrayed him, he actually very often came up with ideas for the show, and offered helpful advice.

Tommy had been upset after watching this weeks RAW this morning, he had his wife tape it for him last night. There wasn't anything particularly eventful. Kane had dismantled the younger Hardy in a No Holds Barred match, causing the boy a sprained neck. Raven was unsure if that was story line or not, but if it was, the boy was a damn good actor. Katie had a match with Shawn Michaels which Raven had been impressed with, she actually played him the whole match, portraying herself to be much weaker than she actually was allowing herself to be tired out much quicker than most wrestlers, then when Shawn started up with his super kick and the crowd counted with him she allowed herself to stand up as she was supposed to, then as Shawn launched a kick at her jaw she ducked, and swept his feet out from under him suddenly appearing very lucid. As Shawn stood up Katie used the move they'd seen her debut night…'Sweet Dreams' she called it, winning her Debut match. But what had irked Dreamer was that The Undertaker had been at ringside he'd actually take a chair from one of their Spanish commentators sat it right outside the ring watching the match intently.

"Come on Dreamer…" Raven insisted, "You want me to talk to her?"

"No," Tommy replied, "Are you going to do it anyway?"

"Most likely…" Raven responded.

"Dick!" Tommy grumbled.

"Come on Hunter…take it like a man…" Katie jeered.

"I am not chugging tequila out of the bottle…" Hunter rolled his eyes and pushed the bottle toward Shawn.

Shawn leaned back in his chair arm draped around the back of Katie's chair, "What the hell? I'll drink it…I'm not gonna let this little girl out drink me…"

"Shove it, " Hunter responded.

"Suck it…" Shawn shot back without even the slightest bit of hesitation, then tossed back the bottle.

A heavy slap on the back made Shawn nearly choke on the liquor, "Trying to drink like the big boys Shawn? Would your wife approve?"

Shawn coughed and turned toward the familiar face, on account of the voice he moved his arm from Katie's chair to around her shoulders, "Don't you got somewhere to be…a brother to blow…"

"Watch it little man…" The Undertaker snapped.

"Back off…" Triple glared up at him.

"Ladies…" Katie stood up and crossed her arms…"Seriously maybe I should went out and drank with the Divas…"

"Depends will there be a pillow fight? Maybe a topless pillow fight…" Triple H's glare turning into a mischievous smirk.

"Wouldn't you like to know…hey aren't you afraid your girlfriend's gonna beat you?" Katie matched his smirked.

"Nah he likes it…" Shawn replied taking another swig out of the bottle.

"Oh…well I guess if he likes it like that, that would explain everything," Katie shrugged, glad to diffuse the situation…Undertaker sat down next to her, "You need to behave…" she turned to him, taking advantage of the fact that she could look down on him while she stood.

He chuckled, "You like me more because I don't," he replied in a low voice pulling her into his lap.

She pulled away from him standing up, "Really behave I got some friends coming by…"

As if on cue, Rob Van Dam entered the empty Irish Pub, with Raven not far behind, for a minute Kat looked panicked as if she was looking for an exit.

"Too late you can't run now…" Rob smirked.

"Thought you were bringing Sabu with you…" Katie said embracing Rob but stared suspiciously at Raven.

"I was…but he got stoned out of his mind and passed out, so I brought Raven…that's cool right? I thought you guys were cool?" Rob looked from her to Raven in wide eyed innocence.

Raven smiled halfway knowingly, "We're cool promise…in fact this conversation is the last time I will bring up your father cool? If not the big guy can punch me in the head or something."

Katie just heard Taker crack his knuckles.

"Fine…" Katie said finally smiling and embracing Raven, Raven returned the hug then held her at an arms length reach, examining her steadily.

"McMahon treating you ok?" Raven asked.

"So far…but I hear it won't last…"Katie smiling uneasily.

"Anyone giving you problems?" Raven continued, gaze needling her as if trying to read her mind.

"Enough with the third degree…" Taker stood up and pulled Katie back, "She's fine, and if she ain't I'll deal with it…WWE problems are just that…we take care of our own."

Raven raised an eyebrow at him, Katie could see the threat moving to his lips but he didn't say a word, she knew it wasn't fear…Raven feared nothing, that's what made him dangerous…to himself and anyone else…it was respect.

"Hey relax dude…we just worry about her…I mean shit we've known her since she was a kid and now she's wrestling with the big boys…I mean come on you can't blame the guy for worrying…" Rob told him.

Raven nodded in agreement, "Just worried that's it…we don't doubt WWE's ability to take care of its wrestlers…"

"Well Shit why the fuck not?" Shawn laughed waving a bartender to the table.

"Have a chair…" Taker replied simply sitting down and pulling Katie into his lap.

Katie went to move or protest, but his hand was firmly gripping her waist, she couldn't move if she wanted to…and if she tried and couldn't Raven and Rob would go ballistic.

She smiled, but muttered a quiet warning, "Mark…"

"What?" Mark replied a little less quietly, "He needed a chair…"

Raven was already giving him an interesting look, but his eyes narrowed a bit at that.

"isn't she a bit young for you? Mark…can I call you Mark?" Raven asked raising an eyebrow.

"She ain't to young…she ain't a child anymore…" he replied.

Raven narrowed his eyes knowing that was a trap, if he argued with him, Raven would be saying she was a child and it would piss her off, and if he agreed then he'd be telling Taker he was right.

The rescue came from Shawn Michaels of all people who'd ordered a round of drinks, "Shut up and drink…"

Raven went to protest but Shawn cut him off, "She'll do what she wants, if it back fires, she'll learn…get over it drink the fucking drink…"

A few other wrestlers came in, the Young Randy Orton with Edge, joined them glaring at Triple H from across the table.

Hunter smirked, "How ya doing Randy?"

Randy promptly ignored him ordering drinks for him and Edge.

"So what you two here to see what real wrestlers look like or…" Edge started but Katie stopped him promptly.

"Edge," she said sweetly, "Unless you'd like to tie my boot with your tongue because I shoved it up your ass…I'd not even finish that sentence, they are my friends…deal with it please…right now…and move on…good…"

Edge smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Be nicer, we got a match next Monday back home, maybe I'll take it easy on you…"

Katie snorted, Shawn just shook his head, "She's good Edge…"

"We'll I won't make the same mistake you did…Michaels…" Edge raised both eyebrows then winced in mock sympathy.

"I guess I'll have to get creative…do you know if you hit a man in the sternum just right you'll kill him…? Do you know I can tell you several different ways to kill you with my bare hands?" Katie narrowed her eyes.

"Feisty, Do you know the difference between wrestling and a pillow fight sweetheart?" Edge grinned.

"She's gonna kick your ass before the match…" Rob warned, he could see Raven wanting to jump to her defense but he knew she'd be pissed.

"Oh…there's a difference?…well gosh Edge watching you wrestle I hadn't really noticed…" Kat responded putting on a mock air head voice.

"Ouch…" Randy smiled, "She got you there dude."

"I'll show you the difference don't you worry…" Edge grinned.

"Careful Edge…" Undertaker warned quietly.

Edge grew silent…

"I can take care of myself…" Katie told him turning to glare at him.

"Never said you couldn't…" he responded amiably.

Orton just shook his head and smiled, "Well the match will be interesting to say the least…maybe I'll stay at ringside just in case…" he muttered to Edge, watching Taker whisper something in her ear to make her turn bright red, then nibble at her ear.

By the time they all left neither Raven nor Rob was very happy. Of course Taker wanted it that way, they'd run back and tell her Dad and he'd go through the roof. Randy wasn't very happy either but that was due to Triple H's random pokes and prods.

"Well see ya in the ring sweetheart…" Edge told her right before slapping her in the ass, Edge didn't have time to move before she sent a roundhouse kick to his jaw, knocking him out cold.

"Only if you make it there alive…" Katie told his unconscious body.

"You are an idiot," Orton muttered slapping him awake as the others stepped over him.

"That's my girl," Mark smirked.

Katie sighed heavily watching the corn fields go by in the Limo Lita insisted on, "I hate Kansas did I tell you that?"

"You've been to Kansas?" Lita wrinkled up her face, lifting her head off Matt.

"No I just now decided I hate it…" Katie grumbled looking outside and seeing a farm.

Jeff had decided not to share the Limo with them, but she figured he was avoiding her. She'd shrugged it off telling Matt who seemed more worried about this than her that he needed sometime to forget he was embarrassed.

"Lookin' forward to your match with Edge?" Lita asked her.

"I'm gonna clean the mat with his face…" Kat replied smiling.

"Don't underestimate him…he's resourceful, sneaky and not afraid to break rules, they don't call him the ultimate opportunist for nothing," Matt told her.

"Check don't turn my back on him…" Katie nodded, "Should I wear a hat is he gonna pulled my hair too?"

"Never know…" Matt shrugged.

The arena they had was large and they all had assigned lockers rooms, at least those that were on the match card. All the lights were off when she set down her things…she flipped them on then locked the door, she set her night stick by the door as always. Then stripped off her shirt, suddenly she was slammed into her locker and pressed up against, her face smashed sideways and held by a bar of some sort, though she guess what it was.

"Well hey sweetheart…" Came Edge's voice, then he came into view and she struggled to push away from the cold metal, since she saw Edge she knew Orton was behind her, his entire body pressed against her.

"Figured I'd break you into Men's wrestling a little rougher…" Edge told her.

"Nothing personal Babe, but he's my partner…I hope this doesn't damage our relationship…" Orton whispered in her ear tongue deliberately brushing her ear.

"Randy…" Edge told sighed, "Do you mind…?"

"Sorry, go on…" Randy winced.

"You don't mess with the Rated R superstar…" Edge continued.

"Why because your butt buddy will get pissed off more than he was when he found out how small your dick was?" Katie snapped struggling more with Randy.

"Lita likes it…" Edge smirked watching her go still.

"You are so full of shit…" Katie snapped.

"How do you think I got the key to your locker room? Lita had it…I copied it…Lita was the one who gave your key right?" Edge smirked.

"Yeah, but she wouldn't…not you …and Matt…" Katie went even stiller than before if it was possible.

"Hasn't a fucking clue…the things she says in bed…damn…she got bored with him…" Edge smirked watching her reaction.

Randy loosened his grip yet she was frozen still in shock. Randy flipped her around then kissed her roughly and threw her to Edge, who caught her by her upper arms and head butted her. She stumbled back and Randy caught her in the kidney's with the object she suspected he used, her own club. She fell forward and hit ground, the two men assaulted her with their feet, she felt a rib or two give way before she curled up into the fetal position how ever excruciating it may have been for her ribs.

Edge pulled her up by her hair and back handed her, "It'll be worse in the ring…I promise you that…I'm gonna get McMahon to give me a TLC match and ban everyone from ringside…Welcome to WWE…"

He tossed her back to the floor and gestured for Orton to follow him as they left tossing her club out of reach. She didn't move from that spot, she laid there for an hour, and she would have continued laying there if she didn't hear footsteps.

"Hello is anyone in hear? Your door was left open not smart…Oh my god…" came a female voice that was vaguely familiar, "Katie…hun…oh god come on…"

Trish Stratus's eyes went wide…though she wasn't a fan of Lita, which was an understatement to say the least…and this girl generally took Lita's side this is something she'd only wish on Lita herself.

"Hey come on I'm gonna take you down the hall can you walk?" Trish asked pulling her up and taking the girl's weight on her. Katie could barely walk her head was spinning from too many kick to it. She couldn't figure out for the life of her what was down the hall.

Trish didn't bother knocking on the door she just shouldered it open, and was immediately greeted with an angry snarl, " I swear to god McMahon if you don't start knocking…"

"Not a McMahon…" Trish snapped carefully trying to get Katie down the stairs.

"No you ain't…What the fuck happened to her…?" demanded the Deadman moving to pick her up.

"I'm fine…" Katie responded automatically once she realized where she was.

" I found her like this…her locker room door was open, I was just gonna tell her its not smart to leave it open like that and I found her curled up in a ball on the floor…" Trish said to him backing up to avoid any of his wrath.

The Undertaker set her on a leather couch, and propped her up, lightly slapping the side of her face that wasn't swollen to get her attention. "Who did this?" he demanded.

"I fell…" Katie muttered allowing her eyes to slowly shut.

He slapped her again a tiny bit more firmly, "Who Katie? Give me a name…"

"I'm tired…just let me sleep…" Katie pleaded with him, but he shook her in response.

"You can sleep once you tell me who did this…" Taker snapped.

She sighed, "Edge and Orton caught me by surprise alright…just leave it alone…"

He snorted standing up…as Lita ran into his locker room eyes wide with concern.

"Oh my God,,,Sweetie…" Lita moved for her but Katie rose swiftly surprising even Taker.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Katie growled.

"Sweetheart I…" Lita started.

"Don't…get out and get away from me you whore…" Katie moved for Lita, but she backed up.

Trish's eyes went wide in surprise, and Taker's eyebrows flew up.

"I didn't know…he took the key from me…I didn't know…I told him not to hurt you…" Lita insisted, "I would never…"

"Bullshit! I got hit with my own damned club Lita, I bet you told them where I keep it…" She snapped.

"Only because Randy said he wanted to apologize for Edge the other night…I didn't know!" Lita yelled.

"Lita you should go…" Trish told her quietly.

"Stay out of it," Lita glared.

Undertaker moved swiftly lifting Lita up by her neck, two words came out of his throat in a way that could only be done by the Deadman…not the American Bad Ass…" Get…Out…" he wasn't even particularly loud about but he did eject her into the hallway out his open door.

Though he couldn't help but see this as good fortune, she'd trust him even more now. He didn't know what the deal was with Lita fucking Edge but it wasn't too much of a surprise.

Now Shane McMahon stood in the Hallway, "Whoa, what the hell is going on?"

Katie moved into view still seething in anger.

"What happened?" Shane's eyes went wide.

"Orton and Edge…" she bit off.

"Okay so is this why he wanted that match?" Shane raised his eyebrows.

"What match?" Taker demanded.

"Nothing…" Katie said quickly but Shane had no problem telling him.

"He wanted a TLC match with everyone banned from the ringside…" Shane told him, "But in her condition that would be murder…"

"That was probably the idea Shane…" Trish muttered.

"Make that match…but put me in it instead…I don't want you to say a word to him…" Taker told him.

"I'll see what I can do…"

"No do it," Taker replied.

"But you have a match already…" Shane told him.

"I'll take his spot…I want her…" Katie said glaring at Lita.

"Look I don't think your in any condition to wrestle but that's up to a doctor and my father…" Shane told her.

"I won't fight you…" Lita lowered her eyes.

"Then you'll get your ass handed to you…" Katie snarled.

"I'll talk to my father guys, just don't do anything until then please…" Shane winced, "take her to one of our doctors could you Mark get her checked out and see if she even can wrestle…"

"I can wrestle fine…"

"I'm sure you can," Shane told her but gestured for Mark to take her to the doctor.