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In Holy Matrimony

Chapter 9

The object in my bag had been intended to help Matt out in his battle against Kane…but he wasn't here. I swallowed tightly, walking to the edge of the ring until I was behind Kane. Lita's eyes fell on me and I felt my stomach drop. She was depending on me and I was depending on Matt, but Matt wasn't here.

"Lita?" the priest prompted once more, eager to get out of the ring.

"I…" she looked like a deer caught in headlights.

I felt my hands shaking. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I repeated the phrase over and over in my head. What am I going to do? Shit, shit, shit. I wasn't one for swearing a lot, but at the moment I didn't really care. My eyes fell on Lita once more.

I could see the fear in her eyes. I could see the tremble of her hands and the desperation in her eyes. I could see the will and the solid freedom in her.

I could see Mattie in her.

My throat tightened. I couldn't let this happen to Lita. I had let Mattie go down this road-my best friend-but now I had a chance to stop it.

I pushed myself into the ring under the bottom rope, swallowing tightly as I pulled the object out of my bag and let it thump to the ground. Grabbing the object tightly in my hand, I stared at the back of Kane's head for a sole moment, my stomach plummeting.

For Mattie; for Lita; for every woman forced into a marriage that would become their downfall.

For revenge.

The lead pipe in my hands swung with a deadly force toward Kane's head. I felt like I was watching myself doing this; like an outsider to my own body. Whatever it was, it was gone the moment that the pipe smashed against his head, sending painful vibrations down my arm. Kane hit the ground face-first. I swallowed, stepping back and looking at Lita. I realized too late that it was the reflection of my terrified face I was seeing in her eyes.

Kane was sitting up, glaring at me through bottomless pits for eyes. I stepped by, feeling my chest shaking with every breath. There were no words needed. Pleading would provide nothing. As he stood, I saw the slightest trickle of blood running down the back of his head. I took a step back for every step he took forward until my back touched a turnbuckle. He reached out, his hand enclosing around my throat tightly. I gagged more from surprise than constriction of my wind pipe, but soon enough his hand was crushing my throat.

Lita rushed forward, her fists banging on Kane's back. He ignored her, his psychotic glare on me. I gasped for breath, feeling my lungs straining. A tingle ran down my arm, and it fell to my side, no longer helping my struggle. Lita kicked him in the knee. Kane slowly turned, glaring at her. Lita backed up, her arms in the air. He lifted me off of the air with one hand, and tossed me backwards over the ropes. I screamed as my feet nicked the top rope and I sailed through the air, feeling gravity pulling me down. My back slammed against the ground and not long after my head snapped backward, sending a painful joint down my spine.

Tears blurred my eyes as I sat there, trying to move as if that would help matters. Black spots were covering my vision and the pain was overwhelmed. My cheeks were wet as my hand reached up to cradle my neck.

Matt Hardy and Chris Jericho suddenly appeared, making a beeline to the ring. Matt slipped into the ring, attacking Kane and throwing the monster's hands off of Lita. Lita stumbled backward, but, for her part, didn't pause in the least, immediately picking up the lead pipe and handing to Matt as soon as Kane hit the floor for the first time, allowing her boyfriend to beat on the other man mercilessly with the object.

I didn't feel any remorse.

"Hey, you okay?" I moaned in reply to the question, not sure who was asking it, but not really caring. I struggled to keep my eyes open and saw that Kane was on the ground, bleeding. It was enough for me, and I let my eyes close, feeling accomplished. Still, someone dragged me into their lap, moving me to keep me awake. "Open your eyes," the deep voice was distinctly a man's. "You might have a concussion," his voice was soothing, concerned, and understanding all at once. "You need to stay awake so the medics can check you out, okay?"

"Mmm," I whispered and made an attempt to open my eyes. Though my half-lidded version, I swear the blurry image of Chris Jericho.

"I'll get you to the trainer," he told me quietly.

"No," I whispered. Okay, so it was stupid. I was about to pass out and I was hurting beyond my capacity… But I'd be damned if I missed my plan coming into place. I steeled myself and attempted to stand. If Chris hadn't held me up I would've fallen. He helped me into the ring as Matt Hardy threw a bloody and battered Kane over the top rope. Lita turned to me, concern in her eyes. I nodded slowly, telling her I was okay.

"Lita… Will you marry me?" the sound of Matt Hardy's voice traveled through the arena. While I had been exchanging glances with Lita, he had gotten a microphone from someone else and was speaking on it. I couldn't help but smile at the look on Lita's face.

"She can't do that! It's her wedding night with Kane!" I could barely hear the commentator's voice, even though he was screaming. The smile grew wider on my face, straining my face muscles.

"Yes," Lita whispered. Matt stood up and looked at the priest.

Looking horrified (and as if retirement was in his near future) the priest recited the last few lines in his gravelly, grating voice. "Matt Hardy, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health?" I chuckled inwardly, knowing that the priest had shortened the line. Maybe he was worried that someone else would interrupt.

"I do," Matt said, his voice strong as he looked down at Lita.

"And do you, Lita, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health?"

"Yes. I do," Lita replied, tears in her eyes. The two gave each other their rings at the priest's command. When they were done, he spoke again.

"Then, under the power invested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." As the two kissed, I felt my own tears slightly water. I really am a romantic sucker at heart. It was so…powerful to see these two finally make it together after all the things they went through; half of them I probably didn't even know.

Could this day get any better? Kane was probably going to need five hundred stitches, plus psychiatric counseling; Matt and Lita were married now, and under law, Kane couldn't marry her if she was already married (the loophole I prided myself for finding) and, petty as it sounds, I was in the arms of a very handsome guy (hey, sorry, I may be fighting the battle of my life, but I'm still a woman). Really, I don't think this day could get much better. My eyes traveled back to Matt and Lita, Matt carrying Lita in his arms.

Revenge is sweet; really sweet…

But love is even sweeter.

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