So, guys.... I know, I keep putting chapters up. Almost one a day at this point! Heh. But it's the end of the section of school that I'm in, and I have a bunch of free time. So I figured I'd offer this warning. My chapters will go up less frequently starting around the Eighth of December. They'll be varied in length, like these, but they'll be posted less often. Thanks to everyone who's reading and reviewing, by the way! Glad you like Kae!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I have no ownership of the characters involved in this, which belong to the WWE. If I did own them, though, this would most definitely be something of the way things occur...
Using the hem of her shirt to clean her glasses, Kae looked up at Jeff, who sat across from her. He pulled his pant leg down over his brace as the girl placed the frames back on her nose. She raised her knee tentatively, lifting the leg of her own jeans so he could help her.
The two had an unspoken agreement not to speak of the morning surprise until after the match. Until then, they would act as if it never happened.
Jeff pulled her brace tight, making sure it wouldn't slip. Kae cried out a bit as the swollen joint was forced smaller. No matter how short, it would be a long match. The man in front of her looked up, concerned. "Too tight?" Pain still evident on her face, she shook her head, forcing a smile. He shook his head at her tenacity, pulling the pant leg back down over her brace. Standing, he reached a hand out to help her up. She too it, but stood too quickly and fell forward, right into Jeff's still open arms.
The boy caught her, heping her regain her balance. Still in his arms, she looked up at him, blushing. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, hand lingering. "You sure you're okay?" he asked quietly, voice whispery and worried.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
A knock came at the door and the two separated quickly. Jeff called, "Come in," and Kae cleared her throat. It was Randy.
The brunette smiled at the two, chuckling. "I'm not interrupting, right?" Jeff shook his head, so he continued. "Just figured I'd warn you. Dave hasn't taken a liking to you. He's pissed how fast you've gotten big. So be careful out there."
Kae eyed randy for a moment before nodding. "Got it." She smiled at Jeff. "Gotta go stretch. I'll see ya soon boys."
Left leg stretched in front of her, Kae leaned forward as far as she could before sharp pain shot up her leg. She fell back instantly, crying out, and not hearing the gym door open. The red-blond heard a deep laugh, causing her to turn.
One Dave Batista stood nearby, an angry glint in his laughing eyes. "New girl can't handle her own injuries."
Kae glared, sitting herself up to stretch. "At least I'm trying, Dave."
The man's face went serious. He walked toward her, leaning over her shoulder. "You won't be trying after tonight. Go back to your dolls, new girl. You're safer there."
"If you would have been right there with me, you would have had to see her eyes, the death in her eyes..."
The pair walked out, Kae looking nervously at the crowd. Her glasses were pushed carefully on her face, allowing her vision. She walked into the ring, climbing up the turnbuckle opposite Jeff with a smile. She started singing along with the song unknowingly. "It was so hard to say that I saw him cry..." The girl stretched out her arms first, then put her foot up on one of the turnbuckles, calling Jeff over as their music faded. When the opposing team's music started, he pushed lightly on her back, stretching the knee a bit more. She winced, but nodded him to continue. He did until she shook her head, pain too much. She dropped her leg, bending the knee a couple of times as the opponents came into the ring. Randy stayed on the other side of the ring, but Dave pushed past Kae to get to his turnbuckle. She glared at him, but moved over so he had room. Soon after, the bell rang and the match began.
It was a more tense match than expected for a couple of reasons. One, Dave decided to change the ending, "To keep the crowd's suspense". Two, and more interesting, Tourniquet's knee would never stand a Figure 4. Dave knew that. Easy end.
The girl went for a flying hurricanrana and missed, as she was supposed to. With her prone on the mat, Dave was supposed to pick her up and Batista Bomb her, thus ending the match. But with a sadistic smile on his face, the man reached for her foot, causing her to look up slightly with confusion. Jeff started over the rope, but Randy, to keep the match, held him back. Before either could do anything, Tourniquet was caught in a Figure 4 Leg Lock, with no way to break it, and true agony in the screams she was emitting. But the girl didn't want to tap. She hadn't submitted yet. Against expectations, she tried to pull her way to the ropes. She was close when she thought she felt a snap. Screaming again, the girl slammed her hand quickly on the mat. She was done.
Batista stood, laughing as Tourniquet clutched her swelling knee. He walked over to Randy, and as the team's hands were raised, Jeff went over to the girl he'd been training. She rolled out of the ring and started walking, albeit with a limp, up the ramp. She was angry with herself. She'd been so close.
The winning team laughed, Dave's real, Randy's false. Concern showed in his eyes. Tourniquet shook her head at herself, hands on her hips, and walked silently backstage.
Once there, Kae collapsed onto the nearest chair, clutching her knee. Unwanted tears flowed down her face, though her eyes showed anger more than anything. When Dave walked backstage, she stood, getting in his face. "What the hell what that?! You know my knee is screwed up! That was supposed to be a Batista Bomb, you ass! What if you took me out of commission?!"
Jeff walked over to her, putting an arm in front of the seething girl. Dave laughed. "What did I tell you before our match, little girl? Your dolls would be safer." He walked away, leaving Jeff, Kae, and Randy.
The latter man shook his head at his partner's back. "I'm sorry about that. Is you knee okay?"
Kae nodded, heading back toward the locker room. "I have to change. I'll meet you outside the locker room in ten."
Jeff nodded, letting her go. He looked at Randy when the door closed. "I've never seen her so mad."
Randy shook his head. "I don't think she's ever been that mad. What the hell was Dave thinking? I gotta talk to him."
The other man clapped Randy on the shoulder, heading toward the men's locker room. "You do that. I gotta take care of a girl."
Kae laid on the hotel room bed, knee on ice and a pillow, and with a couple of aspirin in her system. Her thoughts returned to home, her father who she'd yet to call, and her last partner, who left her because of her career.
"You're going to give up the money, so you can go do something that could ruin your life?" a girl yelled. She waved around at the house. "What about this? What about our life? What about us?"
Kae shook her head at the memory, wanting it to go away. She fiddled with the ring on her right hand, sighing. That was over now. Another scene came into her head quickly.
It was an old high school, with ugly red stairs and lockers, and she'd walked in, wearing what she now wore to the ring regularly. She smiled at a girl, smaller than her with curly dark hair, and spoke. "Nati! C'mere! I got a picture for you!" She held out a photo, from the most recent live show.
The other girl squealed, taking the page from her hand. "RANDY!"
Kae laughed. "Thought you'd like that one. I gots mine too!" She held up a picture of the multi-colored Jeff, smiling in a very fan-girlish way. "Ah, my darling Jeff, how I wish to train under you."
Nati shook her head, laughing herself. "Cuz that's ever gonna happen."
The red-blond girl opened her mouth to say something when a brunette girl walked in, hair poofed up into something resembling the statue of liberty. She looked at Nati with a bit of a sigh. "Duty called, dearie. I'll talk to you later."
Nati nodded, looking after the girl with something of a cast-off look. "Okay."
Kae, meanwhile, walked up to the brunette and gave her a kiss quickly, smiling. "Morning love."
The brunette looked at her strangely for a moment. "Hannah Montana?!"
Kae shook her head violently. "God, no! Wrestler, dearie."
The other girl shook her head. "Never gonna happen..." she said in a sing-song voice.
The blond sighed. "You never know. Life surprises you sometimes."
Still shaking her head, she responded, "Not when it's something like that..."
A weight set itself on the end of her bed. Kae looked up, sighing. Jeff smiled at her, noticing the thought in her eyes. "Whatcha thinking about, Kae?"
The girl shook her head. "Home. Nati. June."
Jeff nodded, knowing how she still felt. "Sucks sometimes, being on the road. But that's how you find the ones that really love you. All this travel... It's a test."
Kae nodded, putting an arm under her head. "I hope you're right Jeff."
The man smiled, leaning forward and placing a light kiss on her forehead, which elicited a blush. "I'm right, Kae. I know I am."
The girl sighed again, reaching for her phone. "I should call Daddy and Mama. They're probably worried sick after seeing that match."
Jeff looked at the phone, laughing. "You missed ten calls already."
"DAMMIT!" She dialed the number quickly, speaking as soon as the phone was answered. "Hey Daddy! Child, you better be okay! Yes, I'm fine. Knee's not killing you? Nope, the knee's okay. Sore, but okay. Want me to destroy that guy for you? No, you don't have to destroy Dave. Okay... that Jeff guy still treating you good? Yes, Jeff's still being nice to me. I don't mean to make you upset, but... has June tried calling you yet? Nope, June hasn't called me since I started my tour. Did you try calling her? Yes, I've tried calling her. She doesn't answer my calls anymore. Okay, well... Don't give up hope on her just yet. Okay, well, I gotta go for now. I love you! Love you too. Send Nati a message for me! Knew you'd ask that... I'll send it out when I get off the phone. Okay! Tell Mama I love her too. I will. Bye! Good night Eli-" She hung up the phone, looking at an incredulous Jeff. "What?"
He started laughing. "I've never seen someone talk so fast on the phone."
Kae shook her head. "Sure you have. You saw me on the phone during training. Or did you?"
Randy looked at Dave, seated across the table from him. "What in the hell were you thinking man?! What if you'd really hurt her?!"
Dave shrugged. "Injuries happen. Not my fault."
"Vince probably would've suspended you at least! It's common knowledge that that girl's knee is shit!"
The man shrugged again. "She had to learn to take care of an injury some time."
Randy stared at him for a moment, shocked. "What the hell is your problem, man?!"
Dave stood, anger flashing in his eyes. "My problem is that she's a spoiled brat! And by the time I'm done with her, she'll wish she was back home again, playing with her little dolls. She'll wish she'd never even started training."
Oooh!!!!! A new chapter ended! Hahah. So... I think the same questions as in the second chapter apply pretty well here, so... Opinions! What do you think of Kae now that we've seen some of her past? And hahah! A new twist! Kae is not Kae's full name! But you won't see what that is for a while yet.... Hahah. Reviews please!