Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha, Kagome, or any of the other fine inhabitants of that certain Feudal Fairy Tale we all love so much. Not sure how many chapters this might be, but it might prove to be amusing! This is definitely an AU of some sort. I also don't own Vincent Kennedy McMahon or any of his crew, no matter how amusing they can be.

Lyrics to Randy Orton's theme music are property of WWE Inc.

It had happened the week before. He was still pissed about it, the mantra of 'it's all for the push, it's all for the push' running through his head still wasn't enough to keep him from being pissed. It was a small comfort that Sesshoumaru was pissed off too. Pissed off enough to have been on the phone that same night with folks at N.W.A/TNA to fish out if they might be interested in a pair of contracts that just might be coming up for negotiation soon.

A pissed off Yasha was no one that anyone wanted to spend time with in the locker room. Despite the sympathy they were feeling, he was still madder than a wet dog and was snapping at the worst times. He wanted to be sitting with his brother, checking on how he was feeling, but he'd had to settle for stupid text messages and snuck phone calls. He hated text messaging, he was so slow that he always ended up feeling stupid by the time he was finished. At least tonight he'd get a measure of revenge, sweet, chilly orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream sweet revenge for what had happened. It was exactly one week ago that his hell had begun and he was praying that he'd have the strength to endure it. The thought of it had been bad enough. It was supposed to happen during a scheduled match on RAW with him up against Randy Orton, he'd worked with Orton before and trusted him to follow his cues perfectly. Randy was as young as Yasha and damn near as good with one of the best picture perfect high standing drop kicks the business had ever seen, a thing of absolute beauty though it stung like the very devil when it connected. Now this was not to say that Yasha actually liked Randy, but he trusted him not to hurt him in the ring and that was saying quite a lot.

The idea was that Randy's escort, his own father Cowboy Bob Orton would move to interfere with the match, and in the process Sesshoumaru would move to stop him and get an 'injury' of some unspecified sort that he would blame irrationally on Yasha's 'recklessness'. Yasha wasn't happy about that but the upper management felt it was the most logical way to get the brothers separated for the time being. Unfortunately for everyone involved that night the feigned injury had turned out to be all too real as Bob's swing had actually broken Sesshoumaru's left arm for real. Broken it in two places and had bone exposed, and Yasha had woken up that night after having a nightmare in which he had heard that sickening snap over and over. There had been some minor nerve damage which they had been assured would go away with therapy but the thing that stuck in both brother's craw was that it should never have happened at all. And that they had forced Sesshoumaru to go through with the speech before they would take him to get his arm looked at by the med techs was nearly the final straw.

The words were still ringing in his ears, much like that snap of bones. He hated knowing that going in to this, King of the Ring he would not come out the winner. He hated that Sesshoumaru would make his first appearance after his injury and spectacular 'defection' to Cena's camp tonight as well. To top it all off Yasha was nervous. What would stop the Orton's from injuring him 'accidentally' as well? Nothing, that's what. It made him grit his sharp teeth, he had trusted Randy and by extension Randy's father. They had both protested to the end that it was an accident, but something in Yasha's gut told him that it was no such thing. The frustration was enough that he actually threw back his head and howled, loud enough to know that he needed to stop this destructive train of thought. He knew he was going to lose, but he'd promised Sesshoumaru one thing as well. No matter what, Randy Orton was going to get his ass beat. He leaned his forehead against the cool metal of his locker and took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself and find his center. He could already hear Randy's music starting up, it meant that he had about five minutes to get his act together and get out there himself but he just wanted to pull Randy out into the street and brawl.

'Hey! Nothing you can say! Is going to change what you've done to me!'

How fitting, the words to Randy's theme. He took another breath, a deep heaving one and maybe that was how he'd missed it. The door had opened, and he heard a soft voice ask ….

"Hey … Yasha? Are you all right?"

A beat of his heart, hard in his chest and his pulse quickened as he whirled, rising from the bench as he turned. It was her. She had been a temporary replacement for Lillian Garcia who had been doing a bit of community relations work in New York and they had her doing odd jobs now until they decided whether or not to keep her on. He'd been all set to yell too, until he saw her huge eyes, and the concern in them which he knew was for him. It wasn't feigned, it was real unlike most of what went on at this place. His golden eyes took her in and she could see that the answer was most definitely no and he knew that. Hated that he was so transparent to her, when they'd never even spoken, his intention to actually do that never gone through with, too much had gotten in the way hadn't it. He wasn't even sure of her name.

"Course I'm fine, wench."

A fire lit in those huge eyes, the concern was still there but it was as if she knew what he was playing at and instead of calling him on it chose to play along.

"My name isn't wench. It's Kagome."

He knew he was smiling like a dork when she sounded it out for him, though he quickly hid that grin with his usual gruff banter. Looking around quickly, he picked up his leather jacket and thrust it at her.

"Come on wench, put that on. You're coming with me, ain'tcha?"

All the reward he could ever want came with that sudden look of joyousness that he'd had a glimpse of when he'd seen her announce at Summerslam. Vince wouldn't like it that he hadn't cleared this with him first, but as far as Yasha was concerned Vince owed him and Yasha didn't like it when there were debts owed to him left unpaid. It wouldn't be enough to balance the damage done to his brother but it was a start. It was so worth it, to have this walking little sunshine escort him to the ring. He had heard the hesitation when Lillian introduced him and he growled low and deep until she'd said the girl's name too, giving her place at his side. For a last minute choice she sure stepped up to the task, parting the ring ropes for him and then letting him lift her up over them to show off his strength. She didn't even scream with surprise, she trusted him not to drop her and that made him glow with pride. Later he might wonder just what made him do all this, but right now it made him happy. He saw his brother sitting up with the announcers, and even if no one else saw it he saw that moment of surprise in his brother's golden eyes and then the slight upward tilt of the corners of his mouth. Sesshoumaru approved. Maybe it was just for tonight … no. He knew when she raised his arm up as if she knew he'd win no matter what that she would be with him all the way up to Wrestlemania. He hadn't fought hard enough to keep his brother at his side, but he wouldn't be that easily swayed with Kagome.

The match itself was almost anticlimactic, after all of that. He absolutely relished every time that his fist met Randy's pretty face, those moments that he growled in Randy's ear that he was going to make him pay for his part in Sesshoumaru's arm getting busted and he saw Randy pale under his tan, even though Randy knew in the end that Yasha wasn't going to win. They hadn't expected him to have a new escort to the ring, but that worked to their advantage as they used her to distract Yasha at a critical moment. Cowboy Bob chased her around the ring and when Yasha turned to save her Randy hit him from behind and drove him into the referee. That worthy hit the mat like a sack of wet sand, Bob left off his pursuit and Yasha and Randy went toe to toe in a fast exchange of closed fist punches. Randy set him up for the RKO, but Yasha countered and came up with a Twist of Fate. Playing it for the crowd he waited for the three count that never came, hearing Kagome scream for the ref to get up made him smile. He rolled, kipped up and moved to shake the ref, and after that it was all a blur. What was with the steel chairs! He was vaguely aware of Bob himself doing the count for his son's win, of Kagome climbing in the ring and pulling him away from them. Texting his brother later while she held an icepack to his forehead, he couldn't help the grin that was forming on his lips at what he learned from what his brother was sending him.

'She kicked Randy right in the shin before she dragged you out of there. I vote we keep her.'

Yeah. Looking back at her a little he felt himself wholeheartedly agree. He didn't know much about her at all. He should be scared that she mattered at all, that he was interested at all, especially after his ruined marriage with Kikyou.

'Yeah, I vote we keep her too.'

A/N: This played out so differently in my head! I just couldn't decide who Yasha should fight for King of the Ring, my husband so helpfully replied with Randy Orton so there you go. I think maybe that I rushed getting Kagome lined up with Yasha but in the end I kept it. Hope you enjoy!