Yay! I finally updated! It must be some sorta holiday miracle! Enjoy
this chapter as much as you've enjoyed the last six!!
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"This is certifiably insane. You do realize that don't you?" Kiara questioned John as he stood in front of her.
He shook his head and smiled. "No, and remember it will be our little secret, just real quick and nobody ever needs to know about it."
"What if somebody sees? What's going to happen then?" Kiara asked, already on the nervous side as it is. "I've been here for like a month, what's everyone going to think of me if they find out?"
"Probably the same thing they think of me." He answered reasonably. "That we're cheating to win watches and not taking the sport seriously." He placed the thick piece of metal chain in her hand. "You just have to make sure that nobody sees this and when I give you the signal, use it against Taker."
"What if you give me the signal and I give it to you and then YOU use it against Taker?" Kiara asked with a small grin. "You know you want to hit him with a chain anyway."
"Nah, you need to start getting some recognition around here and this is just the way to do it." John replied, turning around and strolling off, leaving no room for argument. "Meet me at the guys' locker room in about an hour!" He called over his shoulder.
Kiara watched him walk off and pursed her lips before slipping the chain into her bag. She looked around to make sure that no one had been watching her and went back to the diva's locker room.
"Hey girl." Nidia greeted her as she stepped inside the room. She finished tying the flannel top above her belly button and turned away from the mirror. "What's your position for tonight?"
"My.position?" Kiara asked with a confused look on her face as she set her bag down on one of the benches. "What do you mean by that?"
"Get your mind outta the gutter." Nidia winked at her. "I mean what are ya plans for your man's match?"
"We got something special planned." Kiara replied teasingly. "It's all very hush hush."
Nidia rolled her eyes. "There's no need for secrets here. Hey Dawn! Did ya know Kia's already keeping secrets from us?" She asked the brunette diva who had just walked into the room.
Dawn pretended to look shocked as she turned to the diva. "Secrets, I thought the three of us were past that stage in our friendship?"
"You guys need lives." Kiara muttered with a grin. "Or else boyfriends." She ducked as a barrage of prepping tools and various articles of clothing were thrown in her direction and laughed. "I'm just playing." She grabbed her stuff and ducked into one of the stalls before they could hit her with anything else. She came out about five minutes later in a pair of light blue velour pants, to match John's jersey of course, and a white halter top that skimmed just above her bellybutton. Looking around and realizing everybody had left her alone, she went over to her bag and pulled out the chain she was supposed to use tonight against the Undertaker and after a quick moment, decided that she might as well wear it around her neck and make people think that she was really being influenced by John.
Kiara pulled on a pair of sneakers and grabbed her hat before leaving the room. She wasn't looking where she was going and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground with a hand offering to help her up. She took it and ignored the blush that was creeping up her cheeks from being so clumsy. "Sorry." She mumbled, looking up to see who it was she bumped into.
"So is this your way to get to know people around here or am I just special?" Randy Orton asked, the infamous smirk spread over his face.
"I fall on my ass in front of everyone." Kiara said back, trying to regain her composure. "Sorry to cut this short, but I'm running late. Sorry again that I bumped into you!" She called over her shoulder as she dashed off towards the locker rooms.
"Did some girl just actually run away from me?" Randy asked out loud. He thought about that for a second and then knew he had to go find Triple H and Flair to talk that fact over with them-they'd know why it happened.
Kiara skidded to a stop in front of the guys' locker room and knocked on the door loudly. She was just about to knock a second time because everyone knew the guys were oblivious to people knocking on the door when it swung open and she came face to face with Kurt Angle.
"Hey Kurt." She said pleasantly. "Is John ready yet?"
The Olympic hero nodded. "Yup, he was just waiting for you. By the way, good luck on the match tonight. And whatever you do, don't piss off Taker, he can get mean."
She nodded and smiled but deep down inside her stomach had just dropped to her feet. "Thanks for mentioning that, I'll try to remember. You ready?" She asked John as he came to the door. He nodded and grabbed his jersey off the hanger.
"So you found a way to wear it without getting noticed." John noticed as he caught sight of the chain around her neck. "You're very clever."
"I learn from you." She shot back and he laughed and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked up to the curtain.
"Don't be nervous." He said as they waited for the cue to his music.
"I'm not nervous."
They heard the opening notes to his music and he turned to her with a grin. "Yeah you are, I can tell."
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So Kiara had every right to be nervous. Both guys in the ring were two, if not three times the size of her and in a few minutes she was supposed to be taking the scarier one down with the chain she was wearing. Damn right she was nervous.
She paced outside the ring, clapped when things were starting to look good for John and yelled support for him when things were going bad. She saw the Undertaker deliver a stiff clothesline to John and then watched as he pulled himself up and started arguing with the referee, making him turn his back to the situation in the ring
Kiara took the chain off from around her neck and wound it around her knuckles like John had taught her to do. She ignored the protests from Michael Cole and Tazz and jumped onto the apron of the ring. Just as the Undertaker turned around, she brought her hand back and swung as hard as she could towards his head-
And her eyes got wide as he grabbed her hand in his, stopping the punch.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Undertaker asked accusingly. He looked at the chain in her hand and started laughing. "You're gonna pay for trying to interfere in one of my matches." He promised darkly.
Kiara swallowed nervously and looked around him to see John push away from the referee and run at the Undertaker with every intention of knocking him away from her.
Unfortunately, the Undertaker must have sensed the same thing because at the last minute he stepped to the side and John speared Kiara instead, sending her flying off the apron. She crashed her head and back onto the crowd barrier and then lay still in a crumpled heap.
John stared open mouth at what he just did and got an even bigger shock when the Undertaker came up from behind and rolled him up in a pin. He was too shocked to realize what was happening until Taker's music started to play and the referee announced him the winner of the match.
Undertaker picked him up off the ground and glared at him. "You better make sure you or your pretty girlfriend over there never tries anything like that again." And then without warning he wrapped his hand around John's throat, lifted him up in the air, and sent him slamming back down against the mat.
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Ooh, so what's Kiara's reaction going to be when she wakes up? Will John wake up after that vicious choke slam? Where the hell did Randy Orton come from and what was he up to? That last question was mainly for me because I just wrote him in out of the clear blue, but that's alright! As always, remember to review and maybe Santa will leave a little something good for you under the tree.. Lol, I'm such a dork.
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"This is certifiably insane. You do realize that don't you?" Kiara questioned John as he stood in front of her.
He shook his head and smiled. "No, and remember it will be our little secret, just real quick and nobody ever needs to know about it."
"What if somebody sees? What's going to happen then?" Kiara asked, already on the nervous side as it is. "I've been here for like a month, what's everyone going to think of me if they find out?"
"Probably the same thing they think of me." He answered reasonably. "That we're cheating to win watches and not taking the sport seriously." He placed the thick piece of metal chain in her hand. "You just have to make sure that nobody sees this and when I give you the signal, use it against Taker."
"What if you give me the signal and I give it to you and then YOU use it against Taker?" Kiara asked with a small grin. "You know you want to hit him with a chain anyway."
"Nah, you need to start getting some recognition around here and this is just the way to do it." John replied, turning around and strolling off, leaving no room for argument. "Meet me at the guys' locker room in about an hour!" He called over his shoulder.
Kiara watched him walk off and pursed her lips before slipping the chain into her bag. She looked around to make sure that no one had been watching her and went back to the diva's locker room.
"Hey girl." Nidia greeted her as she stepped inside the room. She finished tying the flannel top above her belly button and turned away from the mirror. "What's your position for tonight?"
"My.position?" Kiara asked with a confused look on her face as she set her bag down on one of the benches. "What do you mean by that?"
"Get your mind outta the gutter." Nidia winked at her. "I mean what are ya plans for your man's match?"
"We got something special planned." Kiara replied teasingly. "It's all very hush hush."
Nidia rolled her eyes. "There's no need for secrets here. Hey Dawn! Did ya know Kia's already keeping secrets from us?" She asked the brunette diva who had just walked into the room.
Dawn pretended to look shocked as she turned to the diva. "Secrets, I thought the three of us were past that stage in our friendship?"
"You guys need lives." Kiara muttered with a grin. "Or else boyfriends." She ducked as a barrage of prepping tools and various articles of clothing were thrown in her direction and laughed. "I'm just playing." She grabbed her stuff and ducked into one of the stalls before they could hit her with anything else. She came out about five minutes later in a pair of light blue velour pants, to match John's jersey of course, and a white halter top that skimmed just above her bellybutton. Looking around and realizing everybody had left her alone, she went over to her bag and pulled out the chain she was supposed to use tonight against the Undertaker and after a quick moment, decided that she might as well wear it around her neck and make people think that she was really being influenced by John.
Kiara pulled on a pair of sneakers and grabbed her hat before leaving the room. She wasn't looking where she was going and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground with a hand offering to help her up. She took it and ignored the blush that was creeping up her cheeks from being so clumsy. "Sorry." She mumbled, looking up to see who it was she bumped into.
"So is this your way to get to know people around here or am I just special?" Randy Orton asked, the infamous smirk spread over his face.
"I fall on my ass in front of everyone." Kiara said back, trying to regain her composure. "Sorry to cut this short, but I'm running late. Sorry again that I bumped into you!" She called over her shoulder as she dashed off towards the locker rooms.
"Did some girl just actually run away from me?" Randy asked out loud. He thought about that for a second and then knew he had to go find Triple H and Flair to talk that fact over with them-they'd know why it happened.
Kiara skidded to a stop in front of the guys' locker room and knocked on the door loudly. She was just about to knock a second time because everyone knew the guys were oblivious to people knocking on the door when it swung open and she came face to face with Kurt Angle.
"Hey Kurt." She said pleasantly. "Is John ready yet?"
The Olympic hero nodded. "Yup, he was just waiting for you. By the way, good luck on the match tonight. And whatever you do, don't piss off Taker, he can get mean."
She nodded and smiled but deep down inside her stomach had just dropped to her feet. "Thanks for mentioning that, I'll try to remember. You ready?" She asked John as he came to the door. He nodded and grabbed his jersey off the hanger.
"So you found a way to wear it without getting noticed." John noticed as he caught sight of the chain around her neck. "You're very clever."
"I learn from you." She shot back and he laughed and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked up to the curtain.
"Don't be nervous." He said as they waited for the cue to his music.
"I'm not nervous."
They heard the opening notes to his music and he turned to her with a grin. "Yeah you are, I can tell."
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So Kiara had every right to be nervous. Both guys in the ring were two, if not three times the size of her and in a few minutes she was supposed to be taking the scarier one down with the chain she was wearing. Damn right she was nervous.
She paced outside the ring, clapped when things were starting to look good for John and yelled support for him when things were going bad. She saw the Undertaker deliver a stiff clothesline to John and then watched as he pulled himself up and started arguing with the referee, making him turn his back to the situation in the ring
Kiara took the chain off from around her neck and wound it around her knuckles like John had taught her to do. She ignored the protests from Michael Cole and Tazz and jumped onto the apron of the ring. Just as the Undertaker turned around, she brought her hand back and swung as hard as she could towards his head-
And her eyes got wide as he grabbed her hand in his, stopping the punch.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Undertaker asked accusingly. He looked at the chain in her hand and started laughing. "You're gonna pay for trying to interfere in one of my matches." He promised darkly.
Kiara swallowed nervously and looked around him to see John push away from the referee and run at the Undertaker with every intention of knocking him away from her.
Unfortunately, the Undertaker must have sensed the same thing because at the last minute he stepped to the side and John speared Kiara instead, sending her flying off the apron. She crashed her head and back onto the crowd barrier and then lay still in a crumpled heap.
John stared open mouth at what he just did and got an even bigger shock when the Undertaker came up from behind and rolled him up in a pin. He was too shocked to realize what was happening until Taker's music started to play and the referee announced him the winner of the match.
Undertaker picked him up off the ground and glared at him. "You better make sure you or your pretty girlfriend over there never tries anything like that again." And then without warning he wrapped his hand around John's throat, lifted him up in the air, and sent him slamming back down against the mat.
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Ooh, so what's Kiara's reaction going to be when she wakes up? Will John wake up after that vicious choke slam? Where the hell did Randy Orton come from and what was he up to? That last question was mainly for me because I just wrote him in out of the clear blue, but that's alright! As always, remember to review and maybe Santa will leave a little something good for you under the tree.. Lol, I'm such a dork.