Chapter 3

"Eh shut up," Taker said, walking toward the voice. He was walking in front of Kat. She had no idea who or what to expect. With him in front of her, she couldn't see anything.

"Randy tells me there's a girl sharing your room with you Deadman." The voice was mischievous, and sounded familiar.

"Once again, shut your mouth, before I shut it for you."

"Touchy aren't we?"

Taker mumbled, and then stepped aside, revealing who was sitting at the table.

"Oh she's pretty Taker, a little too sweet looking for you though."

"Trust me," Kat said, "looks can be deceiving." She grinned at the person that had spoken.

"Do you know who I am doll face?"

"Well I know that you're one of my favorite wrestlers." She smiled at him.

"Oh I like her! Hun, you can come sit next to me. I'm a lot more fun than Taker is anyway."

She went and sat, still not believing that she was sitting next to Shawn Michaels.

"So Randy said your name was Kat?" he asked.

"Kat Taylor, yea." She looked around the table, now noticing the group of wrestlers sitting before her.

"Well let's see then," he said gesturing around the table. "Welcome to our happy little dinner."

Kat waved. "Hi guys."

"There's a couple other guys at the motel, but they didn't feel like coming to dinner," John added.

"You mean they were too scared of Taker to come to dinner," Randy said.

At this Cena grinned. "Like you're not?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

Cena shrugged. "I dunno Randy. You look pretty freaked out whenever he's around."

Randy looked at Taker, who was clearly trying not to laugh. "Oh shut up John!"

"Now now girls," Shawn said smiling, "we have a guest, why don't you two try and behave?"

Kat laughed and Shawn looked at her. "Those are some scary looking girls."

At this, the rest of the table started to laugh. Randy shot Ted and Cody a nasty look, and the two of them tried to rein in their laughter.

The waitress came, and everyone placed their orders. The conversation at the table soon turned to wrestling.

"So you said I was one of your favorite wrestlers?" Shawn asked grinning.

Randy rolled his eyes. "You look a little skeptical over there Randy," Kat said, looking over at him.

"Randy just can't believe that any woman would pick me over him," Shawn said shaking his head.

"Well he should believe it. I'd pick you over him any day."

The rest of the table started to laugh again. "You got something against him?" Cena asked laughing. "You've been shutting him up since we met."

Kat looked over at Randy and laughed. "Nah, I'm just playing with him. He's one of my favorites too."

Randy looked over at her and smirked.

"Based on wrestling moves smartass. Don't get any ideas."

"You like the way I fight?" he asked.

She nodded. "The RKO is my favorite finisher."

"Maybe if you're nice to me I'll teach it to you. Bet it would scare the hell outta those kids you teach," he said laughing.

"I'll bet it would. It would be pretty funny though."

"So you like me and Randy?" Shawn asked. "Who else?"

"Well, everyone sitting at the table, just in varying degrees," she said smiling at the other guys.

"No number one favorite?" Randy asked mischievously.

"Based on what?" she returned, with a wicked grin.

Randy raised an eyebrow. "And you teach elementary school?"

"Your point?" she answered grinning.

He held up his hands and shook his head. "Anybody else wanna comment?"

"I think what Randy's asking you is who's your real favorite?" Edge said.

"And like I said, based on what?"

Shawn looked at her. "Alright let's break it down. Based on fighting moves?"

"That's tough," she said thinking. "It's pretty close between him and the Deadman, but I guess that's Randy again."

Randy grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

"And not based on fighting moves?" Randy asked.

"Based on what then? Personal taste?" she asked mischievously.

"Interesting way to put it, but yea."

"Sorry, I can't pick. You all have your strong points," she said looking around the table.

The rest of the guys were either smiling or grinning. She looked away. "Gosh it's getting warm in here."

"Is it?" asked Edge, smirking at her.

"Oh leave her alone," Taker said.

"It's ok. I never said I minded," she replied. This earned her another smirk from Edge.

"So?" asked Randy. "Who's your favorite?"

"My favorite overall? That would be the Deadman," she said grinning.

At this Randy looked at John. "You just get a cold chill man?"

"Yea…a little!"

Randy turned back to her. "You like him? Out of any of us?"

"He's my favorite wrestler, so what?"

She looked at Taker and he gave her a smile.

Randy shook his head. "I dunno. The more I see her with Taker, the more freaked out I get. It's getting a little scary."

"You said it man," chimed in John.

"Both of you shut up and eat your food," Taker said, giving the two of them a glare.

Kat laughed again. "Are they always this scared of you Mark?"

"Pretty much," Taker answered, as the waitress came and placed their food on the table.

Randy blinked. "Did you just call him Mark?"

"Yea why?"

"You're on a first name basis with the Undertaker. I for one, am a little scared."

"None of you call him by his name?"

Edge looked at her. "Not really."

"Oh. Well I typically call people by what they introduce themselves to me as. So he's Mark." She shrugged, and popped a French fry in her mouth.

"So if I introduced myself to you as Mr. Hot, that's what you'd call me?" asked Randy mischievously.

"Nope sorry, you'd still be Randy," she said shaking her head with a smile.

"How about if I introduced myself to you as The Sexy Boy?" asked Shawn. "Would you call me that?"

Kat grinned. "Sure I would."

"But that's not his name," Randy said.

"No, but it's a reality. He is a sexy boy. So, I can call him that. You on the other hand are not Mr. Hot." She smiled at Shawn, who laughed.

"You know something hun? I think I'm gonna have to keep you around. It's not every day I find a woman that doesn't like Randy."

"Yea? So should I call you Shawn or Sexy Boy?" she asked mischievously.

"That's up to you doll."

"I'll stick with Shawn for now." She smiled at him. She looked around the table. "What about the rest of you guys?"

"What do you mean?" asked Randy.

"I mean what do you guys want me to call you? Obviously you're Randy, and he's John." She turned to Edge. "What should I call you?"

"Adam's fine," he answered with another teasing smirk.

She shook her head with a smile. "How about you?" she asked turning to Ted DiBiase.

"Most people go with Ted. Randy and Cody call me Teddy though. That's fine too."

"Teddy then," she said smiling. "So I guess I can call you Cody?" she asked looking at Cody Rhodes.

"Yea, Cody, or Code for short."

She nodded at him, and popped another French fry in her mouth.

"So how did you end up on this lonely stretch?" Ted asked. "It's not exactly a tourist area."

"I'm on a road trip," she answered. "I was heading toward Texas when my car got a flat."

"I figured. You don't look like you're from around here."

"No?"

"No. Plus you're missing the accent," Ted added.

She grinned. "Yea. I'm not even close to around here. Didn't John and Randy mention I was from New York?"

"They left out that part," Cody said. "They just said you were by the side of the road and they stopped to help you. Then Taker came and got pissed off, and you went with him. Randy did say that you were a teacher though."

"Yea that's the general idea. When the car got a flat I had to call for a tow truck. Some guy stopped by the side to help me I thought, but the bastard robbed me instead." She shook her head in annoyance.

"That's terrible," Cody said.

"It kinda got me by surprise. I would have expected something like that at home maybe, but out here? It threw me off. Plus I didn't expect him to knock me into the hood."

"Is that how you got that cut?" Shawn asked looking at her.

She nodded. "Yea. If I ever catch that bastard he's gonna have worse."

"A New Yorker with a temper? How shocking!" Shawn said with a grin. "Although I don't know if I'd want to be around for that."

Kat laughed. "I don't think anybody would want to be around for that. I can have a pretty nasty temper when I want to."

"No kidding?" Shawn said.

She nodded. "But that's another story. So when are you guys supposed to leave this lovely little town?"

"Oh don't get me started. There's nothing lovely about this godforsaken place," Edge said shaking his head.

She laughed. "You didn't catch the sarcasm on that huh? One look at the clerk at the motel could tell you there's something wrong with this place."

"That guy looks like somebody you'd see on the six o' clock news. I can hear the story now. Breaking news: Local desk clerk murders guests at motel. Bodies still missing… I swear there's something not right with that guy. He's got that crazy look, kinda like Cena's stalker," Edge added with a grin.

John shot him a look. "Shut up man. That chick was freaking scary."

Kat looked at him curiously. "That bad?"

"No joke. She followed me everywhere. Every show I went to, she'd be in the audience, the parking lot, backstage. It was scary as hell. Plus she left me all these sick notes. It was just…"

"Disturbing?" Kat offered.

"Yea! One day Randy finally told her to back off or he'd get the cops involved. I haven't seen her since."

"You still owe me for that one John," Randy said with a grin. "I should've let her get you."

John looked freaked out thinking about his stalker, and it was putting the rest of the table off ease. He repressed a shudder. "Hell no. God knows what she would've done with me."

"I can think of a couple things," Kat said playfully, trying to change the mood.

That snapped Cena back to normal. "Really? Like what?" he asked with a grin.

She smirked. "That's for me to know."

"And for me to find out?"

She shrugged. "Maybe," she answered with a mischievous smile.

"I think I like her even more," John said to Randy. "Not only does she shut you up, but she's got my mind turning." He grinned.

"Alright, that's enough," Taker said shaking his head. "Look, the waitress is coming back. Anybody getting dessert?"

"I will if somebody else will," Ted answered.

"I'm gonna have ice cream," Cody said.

"You're such a five year old Code," Randy said laughing.

"Leave him alone Randy. What kind are you getting Cody?" Edge asked.

"Chocolate, of course!"

Edge shook his head. "Anybody wanna share a banana split?"

The rest of the guys shook their heads.

"I'm getting pie," Ted returned. "You have your banana split."

"It's for two," Edge answered. "Somebody has to share with me. How about you?" he asked Kat.

"Well…"

"Aw come on. I have to share with somebody. And the rest of them are no fun."

"Well, ok then," she said shrugging.

Taker began rubbing his temples. "Look guys, I'm gonna head back to the motel. My head's killing me all of a sudden." He turned to Kat. "You can come back with one of them. I'm gonna go take an aspirin or something."

"Hold up Deadman. I'm coming with you," Shawn said. "I think I ate too many French fries."

Taker pulled out his wallet, and handed some money to Randy. "Use it to pay for dinner. Tonight's on me. Alright Shawn, let's go."

The two left the diner, leaving the others sitting at the table.

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Author's Note: Hope you like it & thanks for the reviews! More's on its way soon. Let me know what you think so far! =)