Chapter nine Disclaimer: None as of yet, since my best stories come off the top of my head. Look in the other chapters for previous disclaimers.

Author's Note: I'm not making Edge/Adam Copeland out to be the bad guy in real life. I'm just going along with what he is being portrayed as on RAW.

xXAfter Taboo TuesdayXx

As the crowd booed Lita and Edge as they made their way to the back, Krys was still in the ring, unconscious. Edge had been particularly ruthless in the spear he'd delivered to the unsuspecting woman, and the signs showed. As the referees signalled to the paramedics to come down for help, they crowded around the fallen Diva, and tried to bring her around. Matt, who had chased Edge down, but hadn't been able to find the blonde, came back over the guardrail to see that the match was over, and Krys had indeed been the loser and victim of the match.

The paramedics came out with a stretcher, and the crowd watched as he cradled Krys's head in his lap. "Get away from her!" he snarled, when they tried to stabilize her body and load it onto the stretcher.

Matt picked her up, eased his way out of the ring, and walked out from the ring area with her in his arms. He carried her to the back and into the EMTs room, where they began to work on her.

Around ten minutes after the match's ending, Krys began to stir. She moaned softly, and, just as the paramedic gently touched her stomach, she yelled out in pain. "Don't touch me!" she snapped, opening her eyes wildly. She sat up quickly, then yelled again. "What the hell happened to me? What happened to my match?"

"Adam was what happened," came Matt's dark voice from the doorway. "You had just gone through with the Moonsault, when you turned, and Adam speared you. I came running out, and by the time I came back, you were out cold, and the match was over. Amy won."

Wincing, Krys sat up and held her ribs. "Ouch... well, it's not as bad as it seems. I don't care about the match; in fact, I'm glad Amy won, because that's kind of the end of our little feud, right? Oh well, but it may seem that if you and I are on RAW, then Adam's gonna want to be on RAW as well, which would be World War three on camera all over again."

Matt sighed. "It seems like it." He then helped her off of the table she had been seated on, and onto her feet. "Are you okay now?"

"My ribs are killing me..." She spat out a small glob of blood for instance "... but I'll live. After all, it's not everyday that I can say that I took one hell of a cool spear." She smiled weakly, then winced again. "Ready to go out and paint the town red, Hardy?"

Matt rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. "With possibly busted ribs, you still wanna go out and party?" At her energetic nod, he shook his head and said, "Woman, you are going to be the absolute death of the Hardy era."

"Oh, please, Matt, you know nothing's going to stop me from a good night out." Krys grabbed his hand and literally dragged him out of the EMT's room.

They got to Matt's car, and were about to pull off, when Adam's head appeared in Krys's window. "Howdy, Kryssie my girl," he said pleasantly, with a sneaky grin on his face. "I gotta tell ya, that spear I gave you wasn't exactly the easiest thing on your ribs, now was it?"

Feeling rage quickly fill her, Krys stuck up her middle finger in Adam's face. "Piss off, Copeland," she snarled. "If it wasn't for you sticking your enormous horse chin into mine and Amy's match, I'd more than likely be Women's Champion right now. Just be lucky my ribs aren't feeling so great right now, or else this car door would be open, and my foot would be jammed so far up your ass, you'd be eating toenails for breakfast!"

Adam's green eyes darkened, and he scowled at her. "Just wait until next week, little girl," he snarled. "If you think that spear was harsh, you have no idea what's in store for you and Matt."

Adam stormed off, and Krys put her head in her hands, and was surprised to see them shaking hard. "You okay?" Matt asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Krys nearly jumped when she felt Matt's hand, but she then felt calm again. "I'm fine. It's just... for the first time in the WWE since joining, I feel... fear. I don't know what the hell he's doing to me, but I'm actually scared of what he could do."

Matt removed his hand from her shoulder and sighed. "I wouldn't worry too much about Adam," he said, after a moment's thought. "Most times, he's all talk, but when he wants to go for something, there's almost no stopping him. That's how he and Kat got together, you know."

"Yeah, I know," she whispered, looking at her hands once more. "Let's just... forget about partying tonight, okay? I just wanna go back to the hotel, take a hot shower, make a few calls, and get a lot of sleep."

"No problem."

xXAt the HotelXx

Settling herself on the edge of her bed while Matt took a shower, Krys pulled her cell phone out of her bag, and dialed Kattryne Jacobs' home number in Fort Worth, Texas. After about five rings, a male voice answered. "Hello?" a gruff voice asked, clearly giving the impression that he didn't want to be disturbed with whoever was calling.

"Uh..." Krys gulped. She had always been a little intimidated by Glenn. Under the Kane persona or not, that guy was just plain scary, but with a heart of gold. "Uh, hey, Glenn, it's Krys. I was just wondering... is Kitty up?"

"Yeah," Glenn answered. "But she's in the shower right now. If you want, I'll tell her to call you back?"

"Uh yeah, that'd be great. Thanks a lot, Glenn, and tell her I asked about her."

"No problem." The two hung up, and Krys sighed. Only one left to call now, she thought, dialing Kira's number.

xXIn Kira's RoomXx

The phone in Kira Summers' room rang shrilly, waking the young woman and the man next to her out of a sound sleep. "Kira..." Mark Jindrak mumbled from under the blankets he was nestled in, "...can you get that, baby?"

Kira mumbled a "Sure", then reached to her right, and picked up. "Hello?" she mumbled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Krys, hey girl, what's up hon?"

"Hey, Kira, I just wanted to know if you caught my match against Amy tonight?"

"Yeah." Kira continued to rub the sleep from her eyes, and confirmed her assent. "I saw it, and I had my brothers back in Reynoldsville record it for me just in case, why?"

"I need you to play it back, and tell me what happened. I don't remember the end of the match."

"No problem. I'll rewind to your match right now." Standing up, Kira walked over to the VCR and pressed the "Rewind" button. "Okay, I'm at the part where you're about to do the Moonsault."

"Yeah, then what?"

Kira watched the tape some more, and even carefully. "You've just finished the Moonsault, and you and Amy are both down. You're just now getting up, about to try to go to the ladder... THAT SON OF A BITCH SPEARED YOU!"

Krys was silent for a moment or two, then... "Thanks, Kir. I'm gonna go let Matt know what happened, and then go to Bischoff, and see what he'll do."

"No problem, hon. Glad to help any way I can."

"Bye."

"Bye." The two friends hung up, and Krys sighed, holding her ribs carefully. "Vince, Eric, I do believe you've got yourself a new feud."