Disclaimer: Oh come on!! If I owned the WWE, Kane would be hogtied in my closet. Blah blah blah. Not making money, don't sue. You know all the BS.

Author Insantiy: I've gone and revamped the first two chapters of this story because, hell, I forgot my Author Notes and everything!!!!! Heaven and Hell help me! I had to go back and rethink the plot line a little bit since I got a review asking if the Kane/Lita pregnancy angle is going to be in this storyline. Grr....darn you for making me think! You don't like the pregnancy angle? Don't worry, the pairing is NOT Kane and Lita.

Additional Notes: HOW could I have forgotten to thank Takersbeloved!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!! bows down You are a fanfiction GODDESS and if you hadn't helped me so much with this story I NEVER would have started it. (And all of you! Go look up her story 'The Undertaker's Embrace'!!! Look it up NOW!!! I command you!!!)

Bleed for Me
Ch.1
by: HappyManiaKitty

Shoving quickly through the back door of the arena, the empty hall echoed with the steady thump of Victoria's bootheels as she hurried down the concrete hall. That could mean only one thing; she was late, even later than she had thought. She was already on Vince's shitlist ever since the little headshaving incident at WrestleMania months ago, and showing up late wouldn't do anything to put her back in his good graces. If she was lucky, she'd be able to get to the locker room unnoticed and be able to stretch a little before her match. Of course, Victoria had never been able to see eye to eye with Lady Luck.

Reaching the door, she stopped and hitched her bag a little higher on her shoulder. She always hated this part, the stares and whispered comments when she entered the dressing room. Being the Women's Champion didn't do much to erase people's memories of being weird. She took a breath and grabbed for the handle, when the door opened abruptly and caught her a hard blow to the side of her head.

Victoria backed up a step, seeing stars for a moment before her vision singled itself out again.

"Damn, I'm sorry! I didn't see......." the red head cut herself off, laughing sharply when she saw who was in front of her. "Nevermind then. Can't do anymore damage than there already is."

She almost winced at that voice. It had always reminded her of a cheesegrater working on concrete, and it didn't help matters that the girl had a personality to match.

Without sparing her a second glance, Lita shoved past Victoria, waving casually over her shoulder, spitting out the customary goodbye she used with her, "Catch you later freak!"

Taking a deep breath, Victoria sank one of her capped fangs into her lower lip to keep from turning around and wailing on the redhead. Comments like that were everyday occurances for her, but they still irked her in a way she couldn't understand. Trying to shake it off, she pulled the door back open and quickly made her way inside, trying not to notice the sudden silence that overcame the room.

'Don't think about it.....don't let it get to you....' she continued to think to herself, keeping her eyes level as she made her way to the farthest corner of the room, sinking down onto the empty bench and setting her bag on the floor. She was beginning to have the feeling that this was going to be a very long night.

Victoria shot an angry glare as the door to the locker room shut with a loud bang, signaling that the last of the Diva's had left the room. She sighed, the tension she always felt when she was around others quickly draining away.

Shaking her head slightly, she stretched her other leg out on the bench and leaned on it carefully. She hated having to waste so much time stretching the one leg, but she couldn't afford to have her knee damaged anymore than it already was. An injury in the ring was dangerous, especially where the Diva's came into play. Most people thought the men were vicious in the ring, but when it came down to spats between the women, things could just get plain nasty.

Carefully leaning down until she could rest her forehead on her knee, Victoria let her mind wander back to her earlier encounter with Lita. She honestly didn't know why they had so much animosity between them. Lita seemed to enjoy egging her on just for the hell of it.

She counted to ten before raising up and getting off the bench, stretching her back slightly. She took a minute to tie her hair back before stuffing the rest of her gear into the locker, and headed out for her match.

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Author Notes: Damn me for short chapters, I know. But I'm a bit rusty at writing fanfiction, so I'm trying my best to get back into the swing of it. I'll update as often as I can, unless my muse decides to run off again. Anyway, reviews are definately appreciated, and of course, Flames will be laughed at because they make me giggle beyond reason. Also, just to avoid confusion, I posted this story on a Forum website under the name HappyManiaKitty. Jessy Antichrist/HappyManiaKitty are BOTH me, got it? And yes, in future chapters I will avoid having my Author Notes taking up more space than the actual story.