Chapter Thirty-Six Disclaimer: This story is intended for readers of a mature age. It contains coarse language, adult situations, and other things that are not suitable for those who are younger than sixteen years. Also, I do not own any WWE Superstar and/or Diva, any personality from TNA, or anyone associated in the professional wrestling business, past and present. They are their own property. Also, any characters in this story that you do not recognize, they are either my personal property, or the property of someone else and used with their permission. Thank you for not suing.

Author's Note: Yeah, so it's the end of the semester for me. I'm ecstatic that I'm that much closer to graduating and getting my Associate's Degree in…whatever, lol. But yeah, in celebration of this happy occasion, I decided to write some extra stuff in this chapter! Enjoy!

October 16, 2006

Krys sat back and watched as several Divas—if you could call them Divas—wrestled in a Bra and Panties match, to gain entry into the semifinals of the Women's Championship Tournament. Ever since Trish Stratus had left the WWE one month earlier, Krys had been contemplating her own devotion to the company and the sport she loved. Sitting back on a nearby crate in the Gorilla Spot, Krys stared off into space, forgetting completely about Maria's win over Torrie, Candice and Victoria.

Is this still what I want? Krys thought, crossing her arms across her chest and frowning. On TV, Trish had told Carlito that she had accomplished everything that she had wanted to do in the business, and there was nothing left for her to accomplish. Backstage, Trish had told everyone that she had wanted to start a family with her fiancé. After traveling on the road for just about ten years, whether wrestling or modeling, Trish was burned out.

I have a family of my own, regardless of whether or not Matt wants to get married and start a life together. But…this is my career. Do I really want to sacrifice my career just to raise a family? Do I really want to retire and live the rest of my days wishing I could go back and do it over?

"Hey." Krys looked up to see Jeff standing over her. "What's up with the long face?"

Krys shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, it's nothing much," she answered with a smile on her face. "Seriously, it's nothing much."

"Yeah, right." Jeff patted her legs, his way of asking her to move over, and she did so. Jeff hopped up on the crate as well, and propped an arm around her shoulders. "I know you better than that, Krystle. You always get this weird look on your face whenever you're thinkin' deep about something. Now, tell Uncle Jeffy, what is it?"

For a minute, Krys continued to say that there was nothing on her mind, until Jeff shot her a look of his own. It was one that clearly told her not to bullshit a bullshitter. "Fine," she sighed, sitting back again. "I'm still thinking about Trish retiring."

"And…?"

"And…I'm wondering if I should do the same."

Jeff stared at her, not saying anything for a moment. Then, he nodded his head in understanding. "I know how you feel," he said finally. "Sometimes it sucks being so popular. You have to be on the road at almost all times in the WWE, and wrestle a certain way. I swear, sometimes I've even given it a thought or two myself, retiring. But then again, I think about how Kat wouldn't be too pleased at having to wrestle on RAW by herself and without her favorite tag team partner. Then I think about Matty. I know Matty would support me no matter what I do, but I don't think he would want me to retire. I think about what I'd do if I did retire, and then I think about all the people I would let down, and I almost immediately change my mind."

"But Jeff, your decision to retire should be your decision to make," Krys protested. "You shouldn't have to worry about who you're disappointing. If they knew you were happy, then there should be no problem with you retiring."

"I don't let it get to me, Krys, seriously, and neither should you. We wrestle because we love to. I get a high off of going out each and every week and entertaining each and every fan."

As the next match took place, Krys threw her head back against the wall, wincing when it smacked against the wall with a thud. "Ouch. Well…I had been thinking about it, since Trish told us all that she was leaving to focus on her relationship, and raise a family. I don't know, Jeff…I was kinda thinking the same thing."

Jeff nodded. "And there's nothing wrong with that. We all know that we can't wrestle forever, and when the time comes for us to put those boots up for good, it's the hardest thing in the world. I'm not telling you that you should retire, Krys; I'm just saying… Think it over. Think it over long and hard before you decide you want to walk away. Things like this are permanent, most of the time."

Krys nodded, and then jumped up off the crate. "Thanks, Hardy. Did you want me to walk you ringside for your match?"

Jeff smiled and shook his head. "Nah, I'm good for now. Besides, you're not supposed to be seen on TV. Not until Vince and Stephanie figure something out for you."

Krys smiled as well when Jeff stood up. "Okay then, fair enough. How about I meet up with you and Kat later tonight for dinner?"

"Crap… Sorry to disappoint, but Kat and I are gonna go talk to Adam about Isabella Marie. It's only a matter of time until Adam will find out anyway, so we thought it was best to sit him down and tell him."

Krys nodded her understanding. "You have my sincerest sympathies with that one. Oh well, I guess I'll just go hang out somewhere on my own, then, I guess. And try not to think about my career or Matt, while I'm at it." The two grinned at each other, knowing that that was one hell of a lie.

Two days later – St. Louis, Missouri

"Oh my God, Randy, you're back! And you brought Krys, too! It's great to see you again!" Kira smiled, opening the front door of the Orton household. She greeted her husband with a kiss and her friend with a hug and a slap on the back. "Welcome back to Casa de Orton…or whatever crappy, cheesy name they call it nowadays."

Krys, who had met Randy at the airport on his way home as well, laughed as she followed Randy and Kira into the living room and sat on the sofa. "What's up with you and your baby nowadays?" Krys asked the couple, who each had huge smiles on their faces. "Yeah…those smiles are starting to creep the crap out of me. What's up?"

"Should you tell her, or should I?" Randy asked Kira, holding her hand and giving it a squeeze. Kira nodded to him, and told him that he could let Krys in on their secret. "Well, Krys, Kira and me went to the doctor a few days ago, and he told us…he told us—"

"COME ON! Randy, I swear I'm gonna punch you out if you don't tell me!"

Kira and Randy grinned at each other once more, before Randy turned to Krys. His eyes were full of joyous tears, and he stated proudly, "We're gonna have a little girl, Krys. A beautiful little girl."

"Oh my god, I'm so happy for you guys!" Krys exclaimed, jumping to her feet and throwing her arms around the two of them. They all shared in their affection for their children—those already here, and those on the way—and schemed with one another on throwing a baby shower for the expecting couple. "I should've talked you guys into throwing me one for Cam," Krys half-joked, half-whined to the two of them as they walked out the door to Randy's car. The three were planning to go to the nearby shopping mall for some more baby supplies and new clothes for the baby girl when the special day would arrive. "I got so caught up in that drama with Matt, I completely forgot about having a baby shower."

"Hey, I wouldn't blame you at all," Kira said, as Randy helped her into her seat. As she strapped herself in, Kira continued on. "Matt is full of drama; I don't even know how you've stood his crap for so long. I mean, he's a crybaby; I'm just surprised the two of you haven't killed each other yet."

"That is just a miracle in itself. Don't worry, it's only a matter of time, I'm sure," Randy laughed as he turned the ignition on and pulled out of the driveway. "Okay ladies, it's time to get happy off of my credit card. Whatever you girls are buying for my baby girl, it's my treat."

"YES!" The two brunettes high five one another as the car sped off down the highway.

Adam, Kat and Jeff

"So, you're telling me that Isabella is…is my daughter?" Adam asked, still incredulous, as he sat with Kat in his hotel room. Though it had taken two days to get Kat to get up the nerve to tell Adam that he was her daughter's father, he still hadn't wanted to let Adam know. Though Kat still despised Adam with a passion, she would never deny him his right as a father.

"Yes, Adam, you're her father," Kat stated, running a hand through her jet-black hair. She couldn't bear to see those wide green eyes of his staring at her so tenderly, almost lovingly. It sickened her, because she was getting the feeling that she was falling for him all over again. She didn't like that feeling one little bit. "Look, if you want to see her, you're gonna have to fly down to Fort Worth to see her. She's with some friends of mine right now, but she's in good hands. We can work out visitations, whatever days you wanna see her, that whole thing—"

"Kat, whoa." Adam held up a hand, cutting her off. Despite the look she gave him, he started to speak. "Do you honestly think I want to take her away from you or anything? Because if that's what you think, think again. I don't just want Isabella in my life, Kat… I want you. I want to be a family with you again. You know I'm crazy about you, and I would do anything in this world to see you happy. Won't you…won't you just think about it, Kat?"

"I don't think so," she said coldly.

"Come on, Kat. For me?"

There he goes again, with that sad look in his eyes, she thought. Kat closed her eyes for a moment, hating him for having such beautiful eyes. Just looking at them and the sincerity that hid within those emerald depths scared her. Though her mind seemed to refuse to give in, her heart fought viciously. "But—but Jeff…" she started to say.

"Jeff's right here," he answered coldly. The two looked up to see Jeff standing in the doorway. His own jade green eyes pierced Adam's angrily, snapping fire. "The only reason Kat's here right now is just to let you know that you have a daughter in the world. But that's it. Don't you dare think for a second that I'm going to let you come sneaking around mine or Kat's house like the worm you are to take her from us, either. And for the record, Kat's moved on. She's with bigger and better things, namely me. So you can move on, wolf boy."

Adam jumped to his feet angrily, his own eyes glaring at Jeff. "You know what, Jeff, you can just fuck off and mind your own business," he snapped. "This has nothing to do with you anymore, so you can stick your tie dyed nose somewhere else. This happens to be between me and Kat, talking about our child, so hightail your ass out of my hotel room." He walked over to Jeff with each word he spoke; as he stopped at Jeff, he grew an arrogant smirk on his face. "Now."

Before Kat could stop them from making fools of themselves, the two came to blows. Jeff threw the first punch, Adam reciprocated, and before Kat knew what was going on, the two were trading blows back and forth. "STOP IT!" she roared. Both men stopped mid-brawl and stared at her, surprise written on both of their faces. "I'm so sick of this macho bullshit! You're both assholes, and I don't know what the fuck is so appealing about either one of you! FUCK OFF ALREADY!"

Kat stormed out the door, slamming it shut behind her. Adam and Jeff looked at one another, shocked and surprised all at the same time.