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Distribution: My site, Tango's and whichever site I send it to. Others,
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Rating: R
Content: References to f/f relationship and sexual situations.
Summary: Sequel to Girlfriend, The Morning After, The Insecure One,
Outted, Nothing Beats That, It Begins and The Date. Dean plays with Lita
and Kat's relationship.
IN THE EDGE AND CHRISTIAN DRESSING ROOM
"It reeks of enrapturing redness," Christian is telling me while Edge
paces behind him.
"We cannot, even though we totally reek of friendshipy feelings for you,
allow you to do this."
"Allow me to do what exactly?" I ask as I load film into my camera.
"Allow you to go out with the Red Sonja of wrestling world one more time."
"That is none of your business," I tell them. "Anyhow, I had fun with her.
Why deprive myself?"
"Well... uh.... Edge?"
"Because it's the most uncoolest thing you could do."
"Well, I'm willing to be uncool. Now, are you ready to go? Once you guys
are done with Too Cool, I'm getting out of here."
IN THE HARDY BOYZ' DRESSING ROOM
"So it was cool?" Matt asks.
"Yeah, we had a lot of fun. She's actually pretty cool guys."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean, just because she hangs out with those guys doesn't mean
she's not a good person."
"Yeah, I guess."
"So are you two going out again?" Jeff asks.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm just going to ask Molly and Chyna if they want to
come."
BEFORE THE EDGE AND CHRISTIAN MATCH VS TOO COOL
I knock on the Hardyz' dressing room door. Jeff answers. He smiles.
"Hey Kat, what's up?"
"Nothing much. Is Lita here?"
"Sure. There she is."
"Hey Kat, what's up?"
"Nothing much."
"Listen, about tonight, would you really mind if it were
just you and me or do you really want Molly and Chyna to come along?"
"I'm cool either way."
"Cool. Get me once your match is done?"
"Sure thing."
The Edge and Christian match goes off without a hitch. But halfway through
Lita's match against Ivory, Dean Malenko comes out. Both women stop and
look at him.
"Lita, you had a nice time with Kat the other day? Well, I hope so.
Because I have a feeling you're in for a surprise. Roll the tape."
On the Titantron, they show the end of the Lita/Kat date and the volume
shoots up just as I wonder why she wants to invite Molly and Chyna on our
next date. Shocked, Lita doesn't see Ivory move into position for a kick
to her lower back and she falls down, hitting her head on the turnbuckle,
allowing the RTC member to cover her for the win.
Jeff and Matt rush the ring to look after her and the rest of the RTC join
a gloating Malenko up on the ramp.
After the commercial break, I'm seen packing my stuff while Edge and
Christian try to stop me.
"Come on, so you like the fiery redhead," Edge says, "it's no biggie."
"I mean, your taste in chicks might suit our professional intentions
better if you dug Steph or Trish?"
They both look at me hopefully. I shake my head, smiling tightly.
"But hey, she's-- not bad looking in that Carryall red sort of way."
"It's not that you guys," I explain, "it's that she didn't get that it was
a date, you know. It's kind of humiliating, you know. Kind of makes me
feel like Dean Malenko, that little rat man."
"Ewwwwwwwwww," Christian makes a face, "you could never look like that. That bad I mean."
And Lita has to have better taste. I mean, you are such a stupendous step
of human life above Malenko."
"Thanks boys, I think, but my work is done here for the night. I'll just
go to the hotel and hole up in my room for the rest of the night."
"Why?"
"Because I really don't want to be here."
"Even if Christian and I show you the one minute pose we've been working
on?"
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"All right. You want us to walk you to your car?"
"I think I can manage, thanks."
Well, I can't manage it seems because after the commercial break, Lawler
announces that I've been attacked. The EMTs are seen working on me as I'm
strapped to a gurney and put into an ambulance. Christian and Edge stand
by silently, running their fingers through their hair as Lita and her
Hardyz join them. She touches Christian and he turns around to face her.
They exchange a few words with Edge and she climbs into the ambulance with
me while the boys make it clear they'll follow.
As soon as the ambulance starts pulling out of the arena, Amy and I burst
out laughing. I take off the mask and sit up on the gurney.
"That was cool. Can I do it again?"
"Even the lying down on the dirty ground part?"
"It wasn't dirty. They wiped it clean before I got into position."
"Cool. Listen, this place sucks club wise so we're going to hang out in
Jeff and Matt's room?"
"It does not suck! I saw a flyer for a salsa competition tonight. It'll be
great."
"Salsa?" Amy makes a disgusted face.
"Come on, please..."
"Ugh, I don't know."
"Amy-- please. I listen to all of your music, don't I? Even if I don't
like it. Just one night."
"Just one night."
Somehow, Amy and Nora managed to con Matt and Jeff into accompanying us to
the salsa club. The atmosphere was the bomb! That was the one thing I
missed about being on the road so much, clubbing. I wasn't a club kid in
the literal sense of the word but I loved to dance. And salsa, just like
all Latin beats, reminds me of Haitian music, of home.
So the second everyone's situated at the table, I hit the dance floor.
This handsome guy with sideburns Dwayne would get jealous off immediately
grabs me and we start to dance. He is a really great dancer. He spins me
around and around. In his arms, I am nothing more than music made woman.
And it's such a liberating feeling. He's got good, strong hands and I know
he's not going to let me fall.
Before I know it, I've been on the floor for over an hour. I go back to
the table. Amy's looking ticked off, staring at the dance floor and the
moment I get there, the others make themselves scarce. I sit down next to
her, touch her arm.
"Hey there."
"Hey."
"You okay? You look mad."
"It's nothing."
"Do you really mind my dragging you here? I'm sorry honey. It's just
something I wanted to do."
"Do you want him?" she asks me abruptly, jerking her chin toward my former
dance partner.
"Huh?"
"The guy you were dancing with. Do you want him? Would you like to fuck
him?"
Amy's getting a bit loud and people at the neighboring tables turn to us,
looking a tad shocked.
"What's your problem?"
"You get here, dump us and hit the dance floor. And spend an hour dancing
with this-- guy, letting him put his dirty hands all over you."
"I was just dancing, that's all-- dancing. He's just a partner. Someone to
dance with. Getting you to come here was hard enough, I knew you didn't
want to dance. But I wanted to."
"So you whored yourself to the first comer."
"You can be a bitch when you want to Amy. You should give Steph lessons."
I get up from the table and grab my purse. I'm going for the dignified
exit when Jeff comes up to me.
"You okay?"
"Nope. I tried to have fun. If you'll excuse me."
"She's just jealous, and a bit envious."
"Of that guy? Why? She's the one I love! The one I'm happy to go to every
night. I wanted one night for my music, for what I liked. I put up with
your music every day and every night. Why can't I get a night for my music
and just enjoy it?"
"I don't know Kat. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
Outside, the night air is chilly. But I don't care. There are cabs right
around the corner.
"Kat?"
I stop and turn around to face Amy.
"I don't think I like you right now."
"I'm sorry about before. It's just... You looked like you were having so
much fun. Without me. I hated that."
"I was just dancing."
"With a man."
"So what?"
"I don't know."
"Amy Dumas, I love you. He was just someone to dance with. You hate this
music. And you came here for me tonight. I love you for it. But I knew
dragging you out on the dance floor was out of the question. But I wanted
to dance. For once, I wanted to do something just for myself."
"And I ruined that for you."
"You ruined that for me."
I hail a cab and I get in, not giving her a chance to get in after me. I'm
mad at her right now.