"Okay so all we have to do is wait for Jericho to use his hairdryer and it should short circuit giving him a little jolt," Abigail said with a fiendish smile.
She and Goldust were hiding in a room adjacent to Jericho's locker room. Her golden friend peeked out the door before looking back down at Abbie and asked, "Are you sure you know how to manipulate wires right?"
Abbie snorted at his words. "Of course I do, it's not like I haven't done it before."
Goldust looked back out the door. "Um, Abigail."
The young woman chewed on her bottom lip and seemed not to hear her friend. "Well, I mean, the other time I tried I might have caused a small fire. But I'm pretty confident I figured out what I did wrong and fixed it."
"Really, is that why smoke is coming out of the bottom of his locker room door?"
"Wait, what?!"
Abigail looked through the crack in the door and noticed the smoke. "Oh shit!"
She quickly threw open the door and ran over to Jericho's locker room. Luckily the door wasn't locked and she was able to walk right in. Abbie could hear the shower running and noticed the hairdryer sitting on the vanity. Jericho had plugged in the hairdryer and laid it on a towel until he was out of the shower. Whatever she had done to the wires caused the whole hairdryer to set on fire, and now the flames were also attacking the towel underneath. Abigail, thinking quickly, grabbed another towel and started smothering the flames. Goldust stood in the doorway watching the scene in front of him with a slight smile.
Once the fire was out Abigail turned her head slightly to see his expression and held up a finger at him. "Don't say it."
"What the hell are you doing in here?!"
Abbie turned around to see Jericho standing in a towel his hair still dripping wet. Chris seemed to notice Goldust in the doorway as well and clutched the towel around his waist tighter. Before Abigail could say a word his eyes trailed over and landed on the hairdryer and burnt towel, still smoking from the flames.
"What the fuck did you do to my hairdryer?!"
The young woman held up her hands in surrender and was about to speak but was cut off by Goldust.
"We noticed smoke coming out from under your locker room door and Abigail was nice enough to put the fire out for you before anything else got caught in it."
Jericho moved past Abigail to inspect the damage done. Abbie looked over at Goldust while Jericho was busy with her head tilted to the side and her eyes wide and her friend merely gave her a dramatic shrug. When Jericho turned back around to face her Abigail's face was back to normal, but Jericho looked at her with sudden recollection.
"You know who did this?"
Abigail looked over Jericho's shoulder back at Goldust who only shook his head slowly. So the young woman just mimicked Goldust's exaggerated shrug.
"It was Kane!"
The young woman furrowed her brow and said, "Kane. Where the hell did that come from?"
Jericho was now nodding heavily and shaking his finger at her. "Yeah, he was always going on about other superstars feeling his pain and getting burnt up. He's probably jealous of how I'm much better looking. Not to mention after everything that happened with Lita, and I'm dating Trish and she's super hot."
At this point, Abigail was staring at the man with her mouth open and looked over at Goldust for help. All he had to offer her was his hand doing the crazy motion while pointing at Chris. So it was up to Abbie to try and stop whatever messed up thinking Jericho was having.
"Chris I think you should really stretch before you reach that far. You and Kane have had almost no interaction. I'm pretty sure if he wanted to hurt you, it wouldn't have been like this," She said motioning to the hairdryer.
"Exactly, I wouldn't expect this of him. That's why it probably was him!"
At hearing those words Goldust facepalmed and said, "That's doesn't even make any sense!"
"Of course it wouldn't to you! But you're not as smart as I am, "Chris stated glaring over at Goldust, "Well, if he thinks I'm just gonna sit around here and wait for another strike he's wrong! I'm going to Eric Bischoff and handling this right now."
They both watched as he left the room, and Goldust called out after him, "Don't you want to put pants on first?!"
Abigail shook her head and went to stand in the doorway with her golden friend. "I don't think this is going to end well at all."
He only looked down at her and mouthed the word no.
The night had gone, so far, without incident. Abigail was sitting in her locker room with her feet up, eating a bag of popcorn. The incident with Chris had almost completely escaped her mind until her locker room door suddenly flew open. Standing in her doorway was Trish Stratus.
"No please, come right on in. Not like this is my personal space or anything," Abigail said in a bored tone as she popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth.
"Is it true?"
Abbie looked lost for a minute before responding, "Yes, this is my locker room after all."
Trish moved to stand in front of Abigail and crossed her arms. "Did Kane start the fire in Jericho's locker room?"
"Oh, that," The young woman picked off a kernel that landed on her shirt before she looked back up at Trish, "No that was me, by accident, of course. Apparently, I'm not very good with wires."
The diva's champ shot her an incredulous look. "Then why does Chris think it was Kane?!"
Abigail threw her hands up in the air. "I wish I could tell you, Trish! He just suddenly started saying it had to be Kane. Goldust and I tried to tell him that was ridiculous but he wouldn't listen! The next thing I know he's running off to Eric with a towel wrapped around his waist!"
Trish let out an annoyed sigh. "Well, now he thinks he has to prove himself in some way. He got a match approved by Eric, a mixed tag team match, me and Jericho against Kane and another Diva. Kane has to find a diva to stand with him in the ring."
"I don't understand the point? I thought Chris thought this was about him and Kane?"
"He wants to embarrass Kane, he can't go out there and fight without a diva next to him. You know how the divas are when it comes to him, it won't happen," Trish pointed out as she started to pace, "Imagine what Kane will do to Jericho."
Abigail sighed and rolled her eyes before standing up. "Look, I'll go and talk to Eric, maybe I can get the match canceled, and then I'll talk to Jericho."
Trish beamed at her and wrapped her arms around the young woman. "Thank you, it means a lot to me."
This was a very awkward situation. Abbie couldn't quite figure out how she had managed to get herself into this mess, well that wasn't completely true, but she for sure was gonna find a way out. Once again the young girl tried to wiggle out of the ropes that bound her to the chair she was sitting in, but alas she was completely stuck.
The last thing she remembered was Trish leaving her dressing room. She had thrown her popcorn bag away and was about to start towards the manager's office when the lights had gone out on her and she was grabbed from behind. Now here she was stuck in a dim-lit room and strapped to a metal chair.
Abbie knew who was behind it and even though most other divas would probably be screaming for help she herself was only mildly annoyed. She knew her friends would come looking for her eventually but for now, she was stuck here and she knew what that meant.
Absolutely nothing good.
She knew he wasn't stupid and if he had been the one to grab her it meant he had been hiding in her locker room through the entire conversation with Trish. Which meant he knew it was her fault for the match between him and Jericho.
How long was he going to make her stew here before he made his big entrance? It had already been about ten minutes. Maybe he was waiting for her to scream for help? Might as well oblige him I guess.
"Oh no, please someone come help me. I am truly terrified," Abbie cried out in a monotone voice.
She waited for a few minutes but still, nothing seemed to be happening and no one appeared. Abbie let out a weary sigh and let her head fall back against the chair. I really hope he isn't gonna leave me down here.
Just as she closed her eyes a red light started to shine through her eyelids and she picked her head back up and opened her eyes. It's about time.
From around the corner, she could hear him laughing to himself which made Abbie roll her eyes. This was all just way too much. When he rounded the bend he stopped laughing when he saw her just staring at him with a raised brow.
"Kane is this really necessary?"
The seven-foot man narrowed his eyes at her and stalked over to where she was sitting. He slammed his hands on the table in front of her and she didn't even wince. Which seemed to annoy him.
"You can pretend not to be afraid all you want Abigail, but I know deep down you are just as terrified as everyone else."
"Look, Kane, honey, can we please skip the super long speech about how evil and monstrous you are and just get down to brass tax here? It's obvious you know I'm the one who played the prank and now you're the one dealing with the consequences. Just tell me what I need to do in order to fix this."
He was glaring at her from where he was leaned over the table. Slowly he stood up to his complete height and grabbed another chair from the other side of the room before setting it down across from her and taking a seat. Kane just continued to glare at her before he finally spoke,
"I want you to be my tag team partner against Trish and Jericho."
Abbie furrowed her brow and couldn't actually believe that was what this whole thing had been about.
"Let me get this straight. You kidnapped me from my dressing room, tied me to a chair, and tried to scare me, just so I would partner up with you in the match?"
Without even missing a beat he pointed at her and said, "You caused this mess and now you're going to be the one to help me clean it up."
Abbie just kinda looked at him for a moment feeling a bit lost for words, before she finally smiled and started shaking her head at him.
"Fine, I suppose it's only fair. I was going to talk with Eric and see if I could stop the match, but this seems like more fun. Yes, I will partner with you, now can you please untie me?"
Kane leaned forward again and stared at her straight in the eyes. "If you try and screw me, I will hurt you, Abigail. Badly."
"Yes I know your track record Kane, you don't have anything to worry about. Now could you please," Abbie asked motioning with her head to the ropes that bound her?
Kane stood up from his chair and tore the rope off her in one swift movement. Abigail whistled and clicked her tongue while standing up.
"You know just for future reference you can just talk with me like a normal person, there's no need for the whole kidnapping part."
"I don't exactly have the best reputation with the divas," He said moving away from her and sitting back down in the other chair, "They tend to run in the opposite direction."
Abigail scoffed at his words and began to stretch, "Kane, Goldust is one of my best friends and I've been out drinking with the Boogeyman before. I'm not easily put off."
Kane stood up and towered over her five-foot-five frame. Abbie didn't move away or even flinch when his hand came up and brushed her hair behind her ear. He gave her a menacing smile.
"We'll see."