***Smackdown***
They walked into the arena, hand in hand. Backstage, Stephanie was getting the "welcome backs" that she expected. What she didn't expect, is that it was *someone* else's first day back as well. Neither of them knew…yet. Chris turned to Steph and under the entire roster's watchful gaze, he captured her lips. "I'll see you later, babe." He breathed. She nodded. "Love you." Chris gave a half chuckle. "Right back at ya." He turned and began to walk to the locker room when he caught the envious gaze of Edge. Chris smiled wider and gave him a triumphant wink. Edge suddenly smiled back at him. Chris continued walked but stared at him, confused. It wasn't until he bumped into the guy in front of him, did he hear Edge's sarcastic laugh. "Oh shit, I'm sorry man. I--" He stopped short and looked into the blue-eyed uneasy gaze of Kurt. "Sorry." Kurt mumbled. He tried to walk around Chris but he blocked his path. "Are you?" He asked with rising quiet anger. "Sorry, that is…" They both knew they weren't talking in the present anymore. Kurt lowered his head. "I said I did…I meant it." Chris leaned in while everyone looked on. He whispered so only the two of them could here. "Well, I *mean* this, motherfucker. You so much as look at Stephanie…Ill kill you." Kurt turned his head and looked at Chris. He was remorseful, but he wouldn't be talked down to…not even by Chris. He straightened his shoulders. "Well, son. If you wanna take a shot at me, go for it." Chris laughed. "I thought you'd never--" Chris punched Kurt in the jaw. Kurt grunted, his head knocking back. He yelled and grabbed Chris around the midsection and tackled him into the wall. Chris punched furiously at his back and head as Kurt punched him in the stomach. It wasn't long before they were broken apart. Chris nearly kicked him in the face but Kurt moved just in time. But that didn't mean they weren't so far apart that Kurt couldn't spit on Chris. He did, and that only infuriated Chris even more. Bradshaw dragged Kurt into a dressing room. He pointed at Kurt. "Don't you move, boy. Or I'll make Chris's threat seem like little kid shit." Bradshaw closed the door and went to see Chris in another room down the hall. 'What a day' Bradshaw mused as he headed to see Chris.
*****
Steph held her clipboard and walked backstage. The ring--the pyros, everything was going smoothly. She noticed right off the uneasy silence backstage. But she didn't have time for locker room gossip. She needed to see Chris and go over his major spots in his match against Edge later tonight. Steph walked to Chris's dressing room and knocked. Without waiting for an answer, she walked in. "Babe, I have to go over some stuff with y--" She stopped short when there, standing in front of her, was Kurt. She closed the door and looked at Kurt. He shifted uneasily under her scrutinizing gaze. "H-Hi, Steph." Steph moved to him, her face a mask. She nodded slightly. "Hi." She said softly. So soft in fact, that he didn't, for the life of him, see the slap coming. But he sure as hell felt it.
They walked into the arena, hand in hand. Backstage, Stephanie was getting the "welcome backs" that she expected. What she didn't expect, is that it was *someone* else's first day back as well. Neither of them knew…yet. Chris turned to Steph and under the entire roster's watchful gaze, he captured her lips. "I'll see you later, babe." He breathed. She nodded. "Love you." Chris gave a half chuckle. "Right back at ya." He turned and began to walk to the locker room when he caught the envious gaze of Edge. Chris smiled wider and gave him a triumphant wink. Edge suddenly smiled back at him. Chris continued walked but stared at him, confused. It wasn't until he bumped into the guy in front of him, did he hear Edge's sarcastic laugh. "Oh shit, I'm sorry man. I--" He stopped short and looked into the blue-eyed uneasy gaze of Kurt. "Sorry." Kurt mumbled. He tried to walk around Chris but he blocked his path. "Are you?" He asked with rising quiet anger. "Sorry, that is…" They both knew they weren't talking in the present anymore. Kurt lowered his head. "I said I did…I meant it." Chris leaned in while everyone looked on. He whispered so only the two of them could here. "Well, I *mean* this, motherfucker. You so much as look at Stephanie…Ill kill you." Kurt turned his head and looked at Chris. He was remorseful, but he wouldn't be talked down to…not even by Chris. He straightened his shoulders. "Well, son. If you wanna take a shot at me, go for it." Chris laughed. "I thought you'd never--" Chris punched Kurt in the jaw. Kurt grunted, his head knocking back. He yelled and grabbed Chris around the midsection and tackled him into the wall. Chris punched furiously at his back and head as Kurt punched him in the stomach. It wasn't long before they were broken apart. Chris nearly kicked him in the face but Kurt moved just in time. But that didn't mean they weren't so far apart that Kurt couldn't spit on Chris. He did, and that only infuriated Chris even more. Bradshaw dragged Kurt into a dressing room. He pointed at Kurt. "Don't you move, boy. Or I'll make Chris's threat seem like little kid shit." Bradshaw closed the door and went to see Chris in another room down the hall. 'What a day' Bradshaw mused as he headed to see Chris.
*****
Steph held her clipboard and walked backstage. The ring--the pyros, everything was going smoothly. She noticed right off the uneasy silence backstage. But she didn't have time for locker room gossip. She needed to see Chris and go over his major spots in his match against Edge later tonight. Steph walked to Chris's dressing room and knocked. Without waiting for an answer, she walked in. "Babe, I have to go over some stuff with y--" She stopped short when there, standing in front of her, was Kurt. She closed the door and looked at Kurt. He shifted uneasily under her scrutinizing gaze. "H-Hi, Steph." Steph moved to him, her face a mask. She nodded slightly. "Hi." She said softly. So soft in fact, that he didn't, for the life of him, see the slap coming. But he sure as hell felt it.