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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kira all but shouted at Krys through the phone at her. Krys was back at her home in Philadelphia with Cameron, but this time, she had her mom at her home as well, helping her to take care of the infant. "What do you mean, you were thinking about retiring?"
"Well there's the thing, the operative word is 'was," Krys said back as quietly as possible, without waking Cameron. The little baby took after her more than she realized, as he was once again spending most of an entire day sleeping it away. "Was, as in I'm not thinking about it anymore. I've made a decision."
"Well?" Kira snapped; her mouth full of the Butter Pecan ice cream she'd recently taken a shine to. Pregnancy cravings were a bitch, Krys realized, with a smile on her face. "What's your decision?"
"Well shit, after talking to Amy about it--"
"—Oh lord," Kira interjected. By the tone of her voice, Krys could tell Kira was rolling her eyes.
"—Anyway, we were talking about it, and I decided that once she was leaving, I knew my answer. Shit, it's been there right in front of my face the entire time. I'm not leaving, not yet anyway. I've got too much to do right now, and I'm too busy to even entertain the idea of retiring."
"Well that's good," Kira said, relief creeping into her tone. "I couldn't ever imagine wrestling in the WWE without all my friends there with me. You know I would've beaten your ass too, Kryssie," she said teasingly, and the two women laughed.
"Hey Kir?"
"Yeah, Krys?"
"You know, I just thought about something."
"Like what?"
Krys grinned, and said, "You never went through with your HLA angle." She could hear Kira chuckling on the other end of the line, and grinned again. "Why not? Is it because I'm too sexy to be seen kissing you in public?"
Kira scoffed. "Girl, please. You know I'd knock your socks off if I even kissed you once again."
"Is that an invitation?"
"Oooooooh, I'm gonna tell Matty."
Krys chuckled at Kira's teasing tone again. "Oh please. Matt's a pervert; he'll enjoy it. Then again, I think Randy might enjoy it too. Maybe we should put a show on for the two of them once you drop that bun in your oven."
Kira laughed loudly. "I'll hold you to it, then. So, when are you due to make your much anticipated return to the ring?"
"Good question," Krys said quietly, sitting back on her bed. She cast one more glance across her bed at Cameron to make sure the precious little boy was still asleep, then stood to her feet. She grabbed the nearby baby monitor off of the nightstand, and took Cameron in her arms, and started off down the hall to his nursery. "I have no clue, to be honest, but your dear old dad and sister are hinting that I'm supposed to be at Survivor Series, since it's supposed to be in my hometown, but as soon as I know, I'll let you know."
She placed Cameron in his crib, and walked downstairs to the living room, phone in one hand and the monitor in her other. "So, when are you going back to RAW?"
"Probably again on Monday, or maybe sometime before Survivor Series. I'm gonna take Cam trick-or-treating on Halloween," Krys said, her face lighting up.
"You're gonna eat that poor baby boy's candy, aren't you?" Kira teased.
"You know it. It's not like I'm gonna wait for him to get older and give it to him. That'd be a waste of perfectly good candy, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna wait that long to eat it." Krys laughed at her own silliness. "But anyway, I think I'm supposed to be coming back to RAW, but I'm still gonna be reppin' SmackDown, baby."
"Okay, you loser, where is my Kryssie baby, and what have you done with her?"
"Psh, she's right here, and she's not going anywhere." Just then, the sound of Cameron crying drew her attention. "On second thought, she has to go and tend to her son. Talk to you later, gorgeous."
"Get goin', bright eyes. Randy and I are gonna have to take lessons from you and Matt when it comes to taking care of your baby. Wait…on second thought, maybe we better not, because I don't wanna go around telling Randy one second that I'm gonna make sure he doesn't see my little girl, then the next second giving him all the time he wants to see her."
"Fuck you, Kira."
"You've done that already, my dear."
"Oh yeah, I have. Well in that case, go masturbate with a Randy Orton poster."
Kira made a whining sound, and Krys chuckled. "Oh, you are so cruel, dear Krystle. I'll talk to you later; I've got some masturbating to do." The two friends bid each other adieu, then hung up. Krys took her baby monitor, and ran up the stairs.
"Mommy's coming, Cam, don't worry!" I'll always be here for you, baby.
November 20, 2006: WWE RAW – Mickie James vs. Lita
On the November 20 edition of RAW, WWE Women's Champion Lita was set to take on her rival since Cyber Sunday, Mickie James. But Lita had her own plans for Mickie. The redhead decided to take matters into her own hands once again, and since she had one week before their big match at Survivor Series, she still had one more week to do a lot of damage to her opponent. What better way to gain another advantage than a blindfold match?
After she completely destroyed Mickie in their match, Lita gained the pinfall, and had her hand raised high in victory. As she smirked at the crowd nastily, the fans jeered the redhead, and, feeling the hate piling high within her, she grabbed the microphone from Lilian Garcia, and started yelling at the crowd.
"Cut the music!" she snapped, alternating her angry glare between her fallen opponent and the crowd that has been hating on her for so long. "Yet another shining example of why I'm the most dominant woman this industry has ever seen!"
She struts around as officials tended to Mickie, on a rampage, the anger and hatred spewing from her lips. "But yet, after seven years, people like DX, people like John Cena, have the audacity to disrespect me! But worst of all, it's all of you people." She walked around the ring again, glaring angrily at the fans and at Mickie. No one would stop what she had to say now. Not when she was on a roll. She smirked again as the crowd booed even louder this time, and continued with her rant.
"You people seem to forget—you have a very short memory, forgetting who I am, and what I've done! Let me remind you: I single-handedly revolutionized women's roles in the WWE. Before me, all women were eye candy! There were no Moonsaults, there were no Lita-canranas!" She was ready to cry now, she was so angry with them and how they had so severely disrespected her for so long. "All the sacrifices I've made--whether tearing everything out of my knee, whether breaking my neck, or getting verbally berated by you idiots each and every week--I've inspired a generation of women!
"Without me, there would be no Mickie James in the WWE; for that matter, without me, there would definitely be no Trish Stratus! So you know what? You're all gonna make my job a hell of a lot easier to forget about all you people. Know why? Because at Survivor Series, I'm gonna do one better than your precious Trish Stratus," she snarled. "I'm gonna walk into Survivor Series, beat the living hell out of Mickie James, and walk out Women's Champion. Survivor Series is my last match. I'm gonna retire, and I'm going to retire the greatest Women's Champion of all time."
At that exact moment, a familiar entrance theme hit, and the crowd rose to their feet in excitement. Lita turned quickly, and scowled as the person made their way onto the entrance ramp, microphone in hand, and a smirk on their face.
"You're going to retire after Survivor Series, huh, Lita? Well, that just makes my job a hell of a lot easier. I just got back from talking to our boss, the Chairman of the WWE himself, Mr. McMahon, and he told me that since you're going to take your leave of us, and I'm going to make my grand in-ring return, that we should go out with a bang!" The woman smiled at Lita, and the redhead retorted with a stream of colorful language.
"Come Survivor Series, Lita, by special order of the WWE Chairman himself, we're all going to dance in a special Women's Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match. Come Sunday, only one woman is walking out of Philadelphia with that Women's Championship around her waist, and it damn sure isn't gonna be you, nor will it be Mickie. I'm walking out of Philly with that belt high in the air and with the roar of the crowd staunchly in my favor." She then smirked at Lita once again. "Sorry to spoil your party, but what better way to reignite my WWE career than to win the title that's eluded me for so long--and in my own hometown, no less? Get ready, Lita; that title's coming home with me!"
With that said, Poison's "So Tell Me Why" kicked up again, and Krys, with her brown hair streaked with purple, lowered the microphone, and strutted to the back, the crowd's roars ringing in her ears the whole time and a genuine smile etched back onto her face.
This was why she'd come back.