Title: Toronto's Own

Author: Ali

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Characters: Gail Kim, Christian

Rating: PG-13, the rating may change as the story progresses

Summary: Gail Kim, fresh off her debut match, and title win, runs into a certain Canadian.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or anything else in this story relating, in any form, to the WWE.

Author's Notes: I was watching Raw, looking at my lovely Christian, when I was beaten over the head with the idea for this fic. Any feedback is loved.

Gail Kim ran backstage clutching the Championship. Her debut match in WWE had been a great success; she won the Women's Championship. Her adrenaline was still pumping as she tried to remember where her dressing room was.

"I can't believe I did that!" She said to herself. "This is so amazing."

She hugged the belt one more time, and turned down the left hallway. She was the first woman to ever do this; Gail Kim set a WWE record. Stars were in her eyes, her long hair tumbled over her shoulders, and the faintest grin brightened her features. Things were definitely looking up.

At that exact moment Christian was leaving his locker room, unfortunately he had to defend his title. Not that he planned on wrestling, he'd just hit Booker T with his Championship, and he'd be back on that leather couch in under five minutes. He laughed at his unintentional pun.

"Five minutes to take out the five time WCW Champion. Oh Christian, you are so great!" He thought to himself.

He adjusted the Intercontinental Title on his shoulder, it looked so right there. The blonde man turned around the corner and ran into someone.

"Watch where you're going jackass!" Christian yelled.

Gail looked up in awe. She ran into him...she actually ran into Christian. She tried to calm her nerves; it wasn't going to help though.

"Sorry." She replied meekly.

Christian looked her over slowly, as if appraising her value. Gail kept her head up, determined not to break under his scrutiny.

Satisfied with her apology, he continued. "Who are you anyway?"

"Gail Kim, I debuted tonight."

"Never heard of you...What are you doing with that?" He pointed to the title she held proudly.

"I won it tonight in the Diva Battle Royal..."

"But you just debuted! How, why..." He was becoming flustered, but he quickly regained his composure. "You know, you didn't make any sort of a record, that's been done before."

"Actually, I did make a record; I'm the first woman to do it. Unless there's something you've been keeping a secret..." It was her turn to eye him, and she took pleasure in the fact that he squirmed.

"How did you know that?" He moved closer to her, unknowingly backing her against the wall.

"I know a lot more than you think." She replied, realizing she was now pinned against the wall.

"When?" He asked a determined look on his face.

"October 18, 1998." She responded, understanding that he wanted the date of his debut.

Christian was speechless, for once he found someone that wasn't crazy about his brother. At least, he didn't think she was crazy about Edge. He started to ponder all of this, making his head hurt, when Gail cleared her throat. He made no attempt to move, he just stared at the small woman in front of him.

She sighed lightly, stood on her tippy toes, and pressed a soft kiss to his check. Her action surprised Christian; he backed up a few spaces, raising his hand to his cheek.

"You've got a title to defend. Don't go losing it..." She ran her fingers over his championship, before smiling and walking off.

"Christian, what the hell was that about?" He asked himself, as the newest diva disappeared down the hall.