Chapter Ten


"This fucking sucks!" Mahina yelled in a frustrated voice as she snatched her ring gear out of her bag. It was time for Raw once again, and she had her Intercontinental Title match against CJ that night. Caitey would be wrestling in a woman's match, of course kicking the shit out of Trish.

"What do you mean?" David said. "You have an IC Title match tonight. How does that suck?"

"'Cause me and Caitey are split up! Done for! Never to be the greatest tag team in history again..."Mahina trailed off overdramatically.

"Babe, it's fine." David said in a comforting voice.

With an angry yell, Mahina turned and punched the wall as hard as she could before sliding to the ground, clutching her hand. She stared ahead, not moving or even blinking as the shock of probably just shattering her hand was wearing off. Pain began to set in and tears sprung to her eyes, but she tried her best not to cry.

"Mahina, are you okay?" David asked. As soon as the words had left his mouth, a high pitched, squeaky cry came from her lips.

"Owwie!" Caitey said. She was perched on the back of Paul, hanging onto him like a monkey. She had been bouncing around him since she got back that day, this being the first time she'd seen him in a week. Mahina didn't think she'd ever heard a single person ask 'Did you miss me? Hmm, hmm, hmmmm?' as Caitey had that night.

"You need to go see the trainer." Paul said, before reaching back and smacking Caitey on the ass. She let out a little squeak and in surprise, let go of him and landed with a thud on the ground.

"Meanie." She said, poking her tongue out at him. Paul just grinned at her.

"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger." He said.

"You hurt my butt!"

"Paul's right, you need to go to the trainer." David said, helping Mahina up.

"Bullshit. I'm fine. I just need to tape it. I'll be okay. I have a match to wrestle." She said.

"Honey, you probably just shattered every bone in your hand and you're fine? I can't believe you're still going to wrestle. Just take a little time off like Trish did and..."

"Oh, hell no." She said, glaring at him. "You did NOT just compare me to that little poodle ho? Now I'm definitely going to wrestle. I'm not a pussy like Trish, I can fight my battles with a little injury, I don't need a 'problem solver' to fight them for me." Mahina then got up and stormed off, searching for gunmetal colored wrist tape to match her outfit. Muted gunmetal colored shorts were the bottom half of that night's attire and a short halter top, matching the golden yellow color of David's gear. Around the neck of the top were silver studs. Platform boots reached her mid-calf, the lift the same gunmetal color, the actual boot the golden yellow color. She changed and taped just the one hand, not seeing the need for tape on the other. She fixed her makeup and hair and walked back into the main part of the dressing room. Caitey and Paul were sitting in a secluded corner, 'catching up'.

"Caitey dear, you do know that Renn will break up with you if he finds out that you're still fucking Paul."

"Naaaah!" Caitey said after breaking the make-out session for a moment. "Anyways...back to what we were doing!" She giggled and began kissing Paul again.

"So, you're actually going to go through with this?" David said. "You have a chance of damaging that hand more in that match tonight. You know that it's a ladder match. You're walking into fire."

"David, look. My hand isn't even bruising. It's probably just fractured in a place, I felt of the bones, I know that for sure they aren't broken. Just a little sore." Mahina promised. An angry squeak traveled over from the other side of the room and she turned to see Paul carrying Caitey off to the empty shower area. He had accidentally smacked her into the wall, seeing as he was still trying to kiss her and walk at the same time. They heard a door slam, and of course Mahina knew what was to follow.

"Damn, they're so horny."


'Just a Girl' by No Doubt hit the speakers as Kachina's video began to play on the TitanTron. She appeared at the top of the ramp and threw her hands up at her fans before making her way to the ring, where Chris Jericho was waiting. He shot her a cocky look before looking at the ladder lying on the outside of the ring, and mouthing 'you're going down.'

The match began with the two locking up. She slid an arm around his neck and pulled him down over her back and tossed him. She then pulled him into a headlock, and he elbowed her stomach, catching her off guard and slightly knocking the wind out of her. While she was down trying to regain her breath, he got the ladder from the outside and slid it in the ring. She was getting her footing by now. He swung the ladder at her, knocking her in the side. She cried out and he set the ladder up over her body. Before he began to climb high, she grabbed the legs and tipped it over, sending him flying into the ropes. Unfortunately for him, the ropes landed right in between his legs. He fell off the ropes, holding his manhood for dear life. Quickly, Kachina set the ladder back up and began to climb. Jericho somehow regained his composure just as she was reaching for the belt. He climbed quickly and reached around her waist before she got the belt. Before she knew what was happening, he had power bombed her off of the ladder. She somehow twisted in the air and landed on her taped hand.

In one crushing blow, she felt the bones in the lower part of her hand shatter from the previous fractures. She cried out and rolled onto her side as Jericho struggled with the belt. She began bleeding profusely from that hand and looked down at it, in her own horror to see one of her knuckle bones sticking completely out of the torn flesh. She cradled herself, trying to make the pain go away as the bell rang. Chris had retained the title. His music played and he slid out of the ring, shooting her an 'are you alright?' look before regaining his cocky-ass 'King of the World' persona. Immediately after, trainers rushed out and helped her up and to the back. Vince was waiting, and he was pissed.

"That damn match was supposed to be going on for another fifteen minutes!" He screamed as Mahina untaped her hand. "I knew I should have never let another woman go for the IC Title, much less in a ladder match!" His face was blood red.

"I...I think I broke my hand." She managed to squeak and hold her hand up before nearly passing out. David, who had just walked up, caught her. Vince continued to bitch about the match as David scooped her up.

"You know what Vince? Shut the fuck up. She's hurt." David said before carrying her to the trainer. He met CJ in the hall.

"Dude, did I seriously hurt her? If I did I am so sorry," He said, looking at the passed-out Mahina in his arms.

"Shattered hand. It's not your fault though, she fractured it earlier tonight. She'll be okay." David said before going inside. Caitey and Paul were already waiting.

"Ahhh! Mahina! Is she okay? Hmm? Is she okay?" Caitey said in a frenzy.

"Yes, she'll be okay."


A/N: Oooh, the drama heats up! What's going on between Caitey and Paulie? Tune in next time and find out!