Chapter 2: The IC Champ

(About one hour before Summerslam starts)

Kiki sat on the bench of the weight lifting room, bored out of her mind. Edge was lifting weights, and had given her a small twenty pound weight she could play with, but she had gotten tired of it quickly. Especially since she could barely lift it.

They had gone to get the test on Tuesday, and much to Edge's delight (with a tint of apprehension), they found out on Friday that Kiki was indeed Edge's child. Kiki yawned and watched her dad lift some more weights. A five year old kid could sit still for only so long.

"Daddy, how much longer?" she complained, "I really really want to go now."

Edge quirked an eyebrow in surprise. "Kiki," he replied with a grunt as he lifted the barbell and lowered it, "It hasn't even been five minutes since we got here. If you wait a half an hour, I promise I'll take you out to get some ice cream, okay?"

Kiki scratched her head in thought. "Can I go look around the place?" she asked hopefully.

Edge grunted and Kiki took that for a "Yes." She jumped off the bench and skipped out the door, ready to explore.

Chris Jericho leaned on the wall, smiling in anticipation. Today Summerslam was going to take place. Today, he was finally going to take the Intercontinental belt away from that assclown Edge, and kick Batista's ass at the same time. He looked up to see a little girl skipping towards him. Swinging shoulder length brown hair, big brown eyes, and a complexion that would make Randy Orton jealous. She stopped right in front of him, staring at him with wide eyes, but never saying a word. Chris bent down in front of her, so they were face to face. Chris rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"How did you get back here?" he asked curiously. The kid's parents could be worried out of their minds. Or one of her parent's was a wrestler. Either way, her parents were probably freaking out.

But she didn't reply. Instead, she clamped her hand over her mouth and silently shook her head.

Chris frowned. Obviously she couldn't or didn't want to talk. Parents often told their children not to talk to strangers, though.

"You can't talk because I'm a stranger?" he questioned, and grinned widely when she nodded. "Well, my name's Chris Jericho. We're not strangers anymore, right?"

The little girl dropped her hand and rewarded him with a hundred watt smile. She replied shyly, rolling back and forth on her heel and tiptoes, "My name is Kiki."

Jericho grinned and patted her head absentmindedly. She was a cute kid. Kind of reminded him of someone, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Are your parents wrestlers?" he questioned, staring intently at her face as she shook her head.

"My daddy's a wrestler, but my mommy's Hawaiian," she answered with a look that showed how proud she was of them.

Chris shook his head in laughter. This kid should be on, 'Kid's say the Darndest things'. She was unbelievably adorable.

"And what's your daddy's name?" he asked, cupping her chin with a goofy smile on his face. He had a big family and absolutely loved kids.

"Edge," came a deep voice from behind them, surprising the both of them, and Edge snatched Kiki up into his arms as Jericho stood up slowly. Jericho and Edge glared at each other, and Kiki put her arms around Edge's neck, oblivious of the rivalry between the two.

"Stay the hell away from my kid," Edge snarled, hugging Kiki closer to him.

"That's your kid," Jericho wondered aloud, shock all over his face. "Junior, you are one of the ugliest assclowns Jericho's ever ever met. There's no way that cute kid could be yours. Did you get a paternity test?"

Edge glared at Jericho, shifting a sleepy Kiki from one arm to the other. "Shut the hell up, Jericho. Because tonight, Edge is going to kick your ass, and Batista's ass, and retain the IC championship."

Edge stomped off, and Jericho yelled, "That's what you think, junior!" and spun around, walking in the other direction.

John Cena walked out of his locker room in time to see an angry, but somewhat cocky, Jericho walk in one direction, and a steaming furious Edge stomp in the other direction. He shrugged, turned around, and walked back into his locker room.

(A half an hour after Summerslam)

Edge sat beside his bed, staring thoughtfully at the little girl sitting on it, absentmindedly placing a piece of his burger in her mouth. It had been a bittersweet victory for him. He won! He beat both Jericho and Batista! He should be happy, right?

But his own hometown had sided with Jericho. Was anyone on his side?

He placed another piece of his burger in Kiki's mouth and she smiled at him, chewing her food. She swallowed and yawned, stretching her little arms. Edge put his empty plate on the table and ignored his growling stomach as he climbed into bed next to her. He hugged her tightly.

"Kiki, no matter what, you're always going to be on my side, right?"

Kiki smiled at Edge sleepily and nodded, closing her eyes, ready to go to sleep. Edge smiled happily, and closed his eyes, satisfied.

Everyone he ever trusted betrayed him at one point or another. Jericho wasn't the first. Now his hometown had even betrayed him! But now that he had Kiki, he knew he could finally be happy.

Because Kiki would never turn her back on her.

He had to believe that. Because if she did, it would be the last straw. It had only been a week since he found her in his locker room, but he knew for sure that Kiki was his whole life.

And without her, he wouldn't be able to survive.

Without her, it wouldn't be worth it.