Author's Note: Ah... So I couldn't help myself. The muses are being a pain, but oh well. I hope you guys like this first chapter! Please review!

Disclaimer: I own Kathy Wade and all other characters that aren't © of the WWE.

Spoilers: Summerslam '04, mostly. A little of the RAW show afterward.

In Holy Matrimony

Chapter 1

"10:15, Kane and Lita," my secretary announced over the phone. "They've just arrived. I'll send them in." I crossed off the appointment in the record book below me, and followed it with a sip of coffee as I glanced at the picture of the couple I was sent. It struck me odd that I didn't have a last name, but then again, I've handled some crazy people in the past. You see, I am a wedding planner. When I think back, I know my love for the job started with my uncle's second marriage when I was thirteen. The wedding was beautiful, and the people were so overjoyed there. I wanted to be the root of something so beautiful and joyous; to bring people that happiness. I suppose it also started in junior high and high school. I was always the thin, underdeveloped girl with the mousy brown hair. I admit freely that I was nothing to be looked at. I had a large circle of friends, but really no close friends. If I had to define who I was—who I still am now—the words that come to mind are 'drifter' and 'loner'. I had such a large group of friends, but no one knew anything about my personal life. All of my friends had crushes, nearly all of the time. Mine gone and went—I simply accepted the fact that no one would ask me out. Being the odd one out, I started to play matchmaker.

I've definitely changed a lot since my grade school days. As soon as I was out of high school, I dyed my hair a white blond. My figure has filled out—more in my chest than my bottom, thank God—but my waistline is still thin. Very thin, I'm told, but it helps me look younger than my twenty seven years. I've been told I'm attractive several times, but it's refreshing to hear that when you've been ridiculed all of your life about your looks. Still, that matchmaking skill remained.

But matchmaking, odd as it sounds, has helped me a lot through my job. If you think about it though, it makes perfect sense. When a couple is planning a wedding, there are bound to be things they don't agree on, pre-wedding jitters, and whatnot. As a wedding planner, you really don't have responsibility for those things, but they can, at times, infringe on your job. It's easier just to keep the problems in check than to risk watching the wedding you planned so delicately blow up in your face.

It was those thoughts that flew into my mind when I saw the picture of the couple. I fingered it with the end of my pen, thinking. It was a habit of mine that irritated some people, but I didn't really care. My eyes scrutinized the picture carefully. The man was tall and completely bald, I noticed that immediately. I got the impression that if the man had eyebrows, it would've formed a unibrow over the skin that made his eyes seem all the more sunken in. It took me only a brief second to notice his eyes—a blue eye and a green eye. It wasn't a deformity, but it didn't aid to the impression of ugliness that he produced. He looked self-satisfied, his arm grabbing the smaller woman beside him possessively.

My eyes moved onto the woman. Several things about her made her outwardly appear to be a strong, proud woman, above all her pronounced, high jaw line and mane of red hair. But there was just something about her that seemed...deflated. Her eyes held the expression of resign and a tinge of discomfort, and her shoulders were slumped, her arms hanging at her side in defeat.

I frowned, pushing the picture aside as the door to my office opened, and the couple stepped through. Their expressions were similar to that when the picture was taken—Kane's victorious and Lita's sunken look. I offered them a smile and the two seats in front of them. I noticed that Kane had his hand gripped tightly along the redhead's forearm, nearly dragging her. He waited until she sat down to sit. It was something that would generally be considered as polite, but I sensed it was something else. I was probably imagining things, but it seemed like he was making sure she didn't bolt on him.

"Hi, I'm Kathy Wade," I told them, offering my hand to shake. Kane took it quickly. Lita reached out, and shook my hand as well, her grip feather-soft in my hand. Wispy. If there was one word to describe her right now, that would be it. Maybe she was just nervous? "If I may ask, how did your engagement come about?" I questioned, noticing that neither had a ring on their finger.

Kane started laughing, and a hollow pit formed in my stomach. There was something about his laugh that unnerved me. I noticed Lita's hands clench on the arms of the chairs, and she looked away. "Can we just concentrate on planning this?" she whispered, her voice nearly inaudible over Kane's chuckles.

I pursed my lips and nodded, concern in my eyes. By the time the meeting was over, I was convinced there was something terribly wrong with this wedding. I was told it was going to be on national television—yeah, right—and in a wrestling ring, because they both loved wrestling. The rest of the wedding was lavish—a beautiful reception at any standard. If it hadn't been for their attitudes, I would be genuinely excited about this upcoming wedding.

But my instincts were buzzing a warning call. There was something wrong...and I intended to find out before Kane and Lita said 'I do'.