Wow, was it Thursday already? I grabbed Rob's wrist and looked at his watch. It was one of those watches that had the time and date and all on it. Sure enough, it was Thursday. And I always hated going to the arena so early... But, how else do you avoid a mob of fans? I mean, fans are great and all, just not when you're the bad guy.

As me and Rob walked into the arena, discussing the art of ninjitsu compared to karma stretches... Pfft. Yeah right. We were really talking about strategy. See, we'd been paired in an inter-gender tag team match. Sort of. Since Rob and Jericho were feuding, and 'they' wanted to wait 'til the PPV for them to fight one on one, so they made 'em pick partners. Rob picked me ; and guess who Chris picked? His new slut, err, bitch, Lita. Well, at least I was gonna have some fun tonight.

"Hey, where you goin'?" Rob asked me as I'd just turned in the complete opposite direction of where he was going.

"Uhh... This way?"

"That's the WWF section, Kat."

I nodded. So what if I wanted to go see Chris... Was it really a crime to find a nice heavy, sturdy object and just pound his face in with it? Ooh, and after I was through with that, I was thinking about lighting a match and taking it to Lita's hair, but I'd settle for just ripping it all out. Okay, so maybe that was a bit illegal. But I could still get in a few good shots.

Rob had to literally drag me to the Alliance lockerroom. No fair! I whined, I pouted, I did everything that Stephanie McMahon would... It didn't work. Maybe that's because I'm not the Billion Dollar Princess.

"Wait 'til we get to the ring," he said simply.

I rolled my eyes and 'hmphed'. Yes, there were times when I swore I was an overgrown kid, but who wasn't?

"Hey," a bald head poked into the room. Justin Credible, "Shane's called an Alliance meeting. Everyone has to attend."

"When?" Rob and I asked in unison.

"Now."

Whatever. At least it was something to do. We followed Rob into another lockerroom, probably Shane's or Austin's judging from the size of it. How come they always got big rooms? Gees, they're only one or two people.
There was a lot of talking going on, and Shane's attempt to quiet everyone didn't seem to work.

"Hey, SHUT UP AND SHOW SOME RESPECT!" Austin screeched over everyone. Austin, screeching? I never thought I'd see the day.

"Thanks," was Shane-O's curt reply.

"Now onto business. I'd like to announce that there will be another new member of the Alliance tonight."

Murmurs started up in the crowd. Another new member? Who?! Hell, even I was curious as to who they had lured over tonight.

"I'm sorry that I can't tell you all, but this is gonna be huge! We're going to get a true champion tonight."

Uhh... Huh? I shrugged. A champion, huh? Was this a WWF or WCW title holder? Eh, guess we'd all find out later. Yippee.

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Match time. I heard Rob's music hit and we took our cue. We walked out, side by side. Jerkicho and Litter, err, Jericho and Lita were already in the ring. My gaze shifted from one to the other, but neither would look me straight in the eyes. They only looked toward Rob. Scaredy cats.

At least Rob was considerate enough to let me start out the match. Although there was some bickering about which one would come in and face me, so I took it upon myself to clobber them both. Lita tumbling over the top rope, and Chris into the corner. Ooh yeah. Payback time! Chris "fell" into my fist quite a few times to the point where I'd probably broken it. Rob was so kind as to distract the ref for a few seconds, allowing me to kick Jericho right between the legs with a stiff black boot. Oops. I think that might've tickled a bit as I watched him crumble down to his knees. Pathetic.

Cheers. The hell? I turned around to see Matt and Jeff... I guess Matt didn't know about Lita's little affair. Matt swiped RVD off of the apron, and Jeff came in to attack me. And of course, the ratty haired Lita had to come and get her some too. That wench.

Three on two. How unfair! Rob and I were getting our asses handed to us. Well, until Matt suddenly fell to the ground, followed by Jeff ; both men unconcious. The hell?! I looked up to see Jericho, chair in hand, Lita by his side. It was then that Shane ran down to the ring. Of course, none of them bothered to help me or Rob up, so we had to get to our feet of our own accord. How rude.

Wait a sec. You mean Chris was the new member of the Alliance?! And he was bringing Lita with him? Blah!

"Yes, WWF and Alliance fans alike... Welcome the WCW Champion to the Alliance - Chris Jericho along with Lita! Whoo!" Nice Ric Flair impersonation, Shane. I watched as Chris took the mic, his joining speech I guess. Oh how I wanted to grab his hair and just start pulling on it!

"Well, Shane, I thank you for the opputunity to join the future of the wrestling business. Which is what Y2J is really all about - The future. But, I'd just thought I'd let you know something, boss. You've got a spy in your midst."

He wouldn't dare! Shane looked confused, and I was horrified even though I didn't show it. I didn't look in Rob's direction, I couldn't, I was basically frozen in place.

"Her."

I watched his index finger move around the ring, like in slow motion. It stopped when it was pointing at me. He'd snitched on me! My cover was blown...

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A/N - *gasp* Oh no! Jerkicho is a tattle-tale now. He told on Kat/Gem. If I get some good reviews I'll try to be quick about getting the next chapter up. *grins mischeviously* Reviews are good. Very good. *nods in agreement with herself*

Coming up in the next chapter...

Ha! Like I'd tell! You've got to wait patiently for the next chapter to see what happens next. Heh heh. Yes, I know I'm an evil author. But you can't sue me for being evil... Can you?