Shane couldn't stop himself from smiling as he watched his wife, his wife. The word made him smile. He was married. To the beautiful woman who was now speeding across the expense of the beach to jump into the clear water. She stood back up, water lapping at her thighs and he could tell she was smiling happily.
"Come on babe," she was shouting at him, "enjoy this with me."
"I'm coming."
Shane went into the water at a more sedate pace and joined his wife, water pearling on her face and upper body. He'd never seen her so happy.
"This is wonderful," she sighed, "isn't it?"
"Oh yeah. Although I'm still a bit uncomfortable."
"Why? Because you're in Cuba?"
"Yes. An American in Cuba-- they could accuse me of treason, you know."
"But baby, you're on your honeymoon with your Canadian wife. I think we can be pretty sure they won't believe you're trading any state secrets. Specially if we don't leave the house and spend all of our time frolicking in the water and in our bedroom."
"That seems so wasteful," he whispered, licking up the water pooled in the crook of her neck.
"For the next ten days of our honeymoon," she sighed, "you're allowed to be wasteful."
"I am?"
"Oh yes, you are."
Shane slid down the straps holding up the top half of Kat's bikini and uncovered her beautiful brown breasts. She'd spent so much time outside in the past couple of days that her skin had already darkened to a shade very much akin to dark chocolate. And since she'd been spending quite a lot of time in the nude, there were no such things as tan line marring the beauty of her skin.
"You are so beautiful," he sighed as he carried her back to the beach and laid her out on the sand.
"You're not so bad yourself."
Kat opened her arms to Shane as he lowered himself on top of her body and entered her quickly. Their lovemaking was slow and filled with words of love.
Moments later, Katia rolled over on top of Shane, brushing flecks of sand off his cheeks.
"You know, I think I know how we can get Paul and Joanie to hurry up and get married."
"How?"
"We tell them how great sex is once they're married."
"It is better, isn't it?"
"Of course. It's way better."
Shane and Kat held hands as they made their way into the WWF headquarters, big wide smiles on their faces. They swept through security, accepting compliments from well-wishers with gracious smiles. When they finally made it to the top floor, Shane pulled a
handkerchief from his pocket.
"Do you trust me?" he asked his wife.
"Of course I do."
"So let me do this."
Shane tied the handkerchief around his wife's eyes and put both of her hands in his and lead her to his office. Once he'd closed the door, he pulled the handkerchief from her eyes. Kat couldn't believe her eyes. Instead of just seeing Shane's usually cluttered desk, she saw another desk, one that looked a lot like his, but clean and neat, equipped with a computer, an Inbox, an outfox, several phones, a cup full of pens, the works. And then her eyes drifted to the name plate on the desk. She clapped her hands in delight, giggling happily. It read: Katia Dorsaint-McMahon, WWF staff writer.
"Is this for real?" she asked, gently fingering the cool metal.
"Yeah. As of now, you're a staff writer. I mean, come on. I couldn't let someone of your writing talent slip out of my fingers."
"Oh Shane, this is great," she whispered, running to him, "thank you, thank you, thank you."
She started laying so many kisses over his grinning face that he was soon covered with lipstick.
"You know," said a voice at the entrance of the office, "the two of you should have gotten all of this shit out of your system during the honeymoon."
Kat's head and Shane's turned to the door and they saw both of their sisters standing there, smiling at them.
"Hey guys," Kat whispered as she wiped the lipstick off her husband's face.
"You know what Shane, the handkerchief will get most of that lipstick off, but not all of it. Why don't you go to the bathroom and wash your face while we talk to your wife."
"Sure."
With a peck on Kat's cheek, Shane went to the bathroom while Stephanie and Nadine dragged his new wife to the couch.
"So how was the honeymoon?"
"On this side of extraordinary. I didn't know I could be this happy without the help of hallucinatory drugs."
"Good," Nadine said with a grin. "I'm glad to see you're happy."
"And what about my brother?" Stephanie asked. "Is he as happy as you are?"
"I sure as hell hope so."
"Good. Listen, your sister and I have good news."
"Shoot."
"Well, one of our costume coordinators quit last week. And I immediately thought of Nadine. She's got experience in the fashion world and all. Would you mind?"
"You told her that this would be a full-time job? That she'd have to be on the road pretty much 24/7, that she'd have to put up with obnoxious wrestlers who think the world revolves around them?"
"Yeah, she told me all of that," Nadine said.
"And?"
"I still want to do it."
"I'm cool with it," Kat said. "But, if you fuck this job up, don't expect me to have your back. We're both WWF employees now. And I'm not risking my job for your skinny ass."
"You won't have to," said Shane, coming out of the bathroom, patting his face dry with a towel. "I'll only be too glad to have my sister-in-law's back."
"You might regret that," Kat whispered.
"Anyhow, Lil' Brat," said Stephanie, "if you won't mind joining me and the other writers in conference room 3, we have a very important meeting."
"Sure thing."
Kat grabbed a pad of paper off her new desk along with a couple of pens and rushed out of the office after her sister-in-law. She came back into the office a few seconds later and ran to her husband, laying a long kiss on his smiling mouth, before rushing back out.
Shane plopped down on the couch next to his sister-in-law and nudged her ribs.
"She loves me to pieces," he told her with a big smile.
Lil' Brat and her brother K-Kwik were walking down the hall, talking in hushed tones when they ran smack into Trish Stratus and Albert. Unfortunately, the glass of orange juice Lil' Brat was carrying was jostled and splashed all over the front of Trish's white top. But since K-Kwik sister was as much of a brat as her name said she was, instead of apologizing, she started laughing at the little blonde.
Albert wasn't about to let that pass and he was about to teach the brat a thing or two about how to act around Trish but her brother got in the way. As far as the bald wrestler was concerned, as long as someone paid, it didn't matter who it was. And K-Kwik paid as Albert threw him against a wall and started hitting him over and over again. But Lil' Brat wasn't to be counted out. She grabbed a pipe and swung hard, cracking the man on his massive shoulder.
Stephanie and Hunter were talking in hushed tones when there was a knock at the door. He got up and opened the door, only to find a very annoyed looking Lil' Brat standing there.
"I want that bimbo in the ring tonight."
"I saw what happened to you guys," said Stephanie, getting up, "is your brother all right?"
"The EMTs are still checking him out. It could be bad."
"Well, Albert's out of commission too. You should be proud of that."
"I don't care. If that little bitch couldn't get that it was an accident, I'm going to show her how much damage I can do when I do things on purpose."
"You want to take on Trish in a match?"
"Yeah."
"But you're not a wrestler," Stephanie pointed out.
"Make it a street fight. That way, I can take her to my playground."
"You got it!"
"Steph," Hunter said, pulling his wife aside, "I'm not so sure that's such a great idea. You don't want to cross your father on this."
"I'm not crossing my father on this," said Stephanie said with a sneer, "I'm helping out my friend, Lil' Brat."
Lil' Brat came out to her brother's music but this time, she wasn't rapping her way down the ramp. As a matter of fact, when she came down the ramp, she looked all business. Gone were the baggy pants and the shiny baseball jerseys. In their stead were dark blue jeans and a tight white top. Her braids were tied to the back of her head and she stalked to the ring, looking as determined as ever.
When Trish's music began however, instead of coming out alone, as had Lil' Brat, she was accompanied to the ring by the Olympic champion himself, Kurt Angle. They were halfway down the ramp when they were interrupted by HHH's music. And out came Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, microphone in hand.
"See Trish," she said, "I figured you'd need help for this match, specially considering what a big disadvantage you have, height-wise and all."
The crowd responded well to that and Stephanie granted them one of her rare, nice smiles.
"So, I decided to even the odds. And I got someone you know very well Kurt. Someone even an Olympic champion like yourself can admit to liking."
"And who would that be Stephanie?" Kurt asked.
When the McMahon Family theme began, Trish turned around in shock and Lil' Brat grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the ring. The fighting began, but it was mostly one-sided. As for Lil' Brat, she barely noticed who Stephanie had in her corner until she knocked Trish out with a lethal clothesline and saw the tall, dark haired man arguing with Kurt. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow but before she could do anything about it, Trish was pulling her by the hair.
The taller woman turned around and quickly backhanded the blonde who landed on her ass. Lil' Brat loomed over her and stared her down, sneering at her brief attire. Trish was wearing tiny silver shorts and a tight fitting black tank top, definitely not proper attire for a street fight. K-Kwik's sister leaned over and literally picked Trish off the mat by the straps of her tank top and had her dangle in front of her, giving her a good shake before throwing her down on the mat again.
Lil' Brat's attention drifted again to the action outside the ring and saw Kurt Angle knock whoever was supposed to be in her corner with his championship belt. She didn't stop to think, she just ran and hit Angle with a baseball slide and before the Olympic champion could recover, she slammed his head into the steel stairs. She was about to see to the guy Angle had knocked out but Trish jumped on her back from behind.
The little blonde rained blows on Lil' Brat's back, but that didn't seem to affect her. Instead, the Brat turned away from the ring and backed right into the apron, effectively knocking Trish off her. She pushed her into the ring and quickly covered her for the victory.
Stephanie then came tearing down the ramp, her husband in tow, to look after whoever they'd sent to have her back. Lil' Brat was quick to ask for a microphone.
"You know what Steph, thank God you had whoever that loser was looking after my back. After all, it's not like I had to take time away from my match to make sure his ass wasn't getting kicked too hard!"
"Hey," said HHH, "you got your match, what the hell are you complaining about?"
"I'm complaining about the fact that she sent me a dud!"
Without any further ado, Lil' Brat slid out of the ring and started up the ramp. She was on the verge of disappearing behind the curtains when the man sent to help her grabbed the microphone out of HHH's hands.
"Hey brat," he said, "I'm not a dud. I'm Shane McMahon."
Lil' Brat looked back at him, stared him up and down and shrugged before walking away. She was not impressed.
"You know," Nadine said with a grin, "some of these boys are rather good looking."
Kat walked into the separate wing of the McMahon family home she shared with Shane by herself and immediately went to the bedroom. Shane was still at the office and she needed some genuine alone time. She was tired and after spending most of the afternoon racking her brain over it, she wanted to forget for a little while. She stripped out of her work clothes and changed into something more casual before heading outside. She'd been sitting on the terrace for about thirty minutes when Steph joined her.
When Kat got back to the house, she found a card on the end table, accompanied by a single red rose. Shane's instructions were on it: The hot tub's waiting for you. Take a long soak and when you're done, join me in the dining room. Wear something comfortable.
When Shane saw Kat come into the dining room, looking very relaxed in her track pants and shirt, her bare feet sinking into the white carpet, he sighed. This wasn't going to be easy.
Katia was bouncing off the walls when she walked out of the meeting with Shane, Vince and Jim Ross. Vince had come up with a brilliant way of bringing her back on TV and it was going to suit her perfectly. It was going to be perfectly kick ass and it would allow her to flit back and forth between WWF and WCW at will. And her new character was so cool, and
irreverent to the point of being able of teaching Lil' Brat a thing or two about creating havoc. She was on her way back to her office when her numeric pager buzzed at her waist. She checked it quickly and smothered a curse. She'd completely forgotten.
"You get dressed, Mrs. McMahon," the nurse told her, "the doctor'll be in with you in ten minutes."
Shane stood in the ring, taunting the Big Show while Katia watched him from a monitor. Then Wight backhanded the WCW's top gun and Kat started running to the ring, a chair in hand. She slithered into the ring, wearing tight black leather pants, a matching top and duster, a chair in her hands. As Show's hands tightened around Shane's neck, she delivered a strong kick to the back of Show's right knee, making him release Shane. Then once he was down to her height, she clocked him but good on the head with the chair. She started pulling Shane out of the ring when she saw Vince appear at the top of the ramp with HHH and Austin, ordering them to go after Shane and his mysterious protector.
"That was such a fucking rush!" Kat sighed as she joined Mark and Shane out on the parking lot.
"Do I have to stay and listen to the details?" Shane asked his wife,
looking thoroughly crestfallen.
"No..." Joanie grinned, "but you can go tell Kip I'm telling Nadine about all of his skills."
"You got anybody special in mind?" Kat asked with a wide grin.
"I don't know... that Billy Gunn guy... he's kind of cute."
"Kind of? Nadine, the man used to be known as the Ass Man! He's better than just a little cute."
"Why do I get the feeling I should leave the two of you alone?" Shane asked, almost backing out of the office he shared with his wife.
"Come on," Katia said, grinning at him, "don't you think Nadine and Kip would make a nice couple?"
"As in The One?"
"Yes."
Shane sat down at his desk, putting down some of his papers and looked at his sister-in-law pensively.
"You know what, it might work out. As long as you can keep him in line."
"Hey, if my sister can keep you in line, I think I can handle a formerly known Ass Man."
With a peck on her sister's cheek and a jaunty wave to Shane, Nadine was off. Kat looked up at her husband, pleased to see the smile on his face.
"Don't you think you should have told her your trick to keep me in line?"
"That I threaten to flash the crowd every time you don't obey? Nah, she'll learn soon enough. And if Kip's as perverted as I hear, he'll encourage her."
"Too much information."
"You asked for it. Now," Kat said, looking at Shane, "what's going on?"
"Ron's been hurt," Shane said, "and considering the response he's been getting lately, we're considering sending him back to Ohio so he can hone some of his skills. Maybe rework his character too."
"Where does that leave me?"
"Well, we'll pull you out along with him."
"You're taking me off TV?"
Shane tried to keep his mind on business as Kat's face fell but it was nearly impossible for him not to react.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Honey," he said, coming around the desk.
"Shane, I'm a writer, I'm your wife, I'm a wrestler. You could have, no, you should have told me about this a lot sooner."
"Nothing was certain until a few minutes ago."
"But you knew," Katia whispered, tears coming to her eyes. "I would have appreciated a word, a warning."
"Kat..."
"I know... When it comes to business, I am not your wife, I'm just talent, but..."
"Baby," he whispered, reaching out to touch her.
She grabbed her slim portable computer from the table and walked out of the room. Shane sat at his desk numbly, his fingers threaded through his hair until his father joined him.
"What's the matter son?" Vince asked, taking a seat at Kat's desk.
"Kat's mad at me."
"You told her she was definitely being taken off TV for the time being?"
"Yep."
"How did she take it?"
"Not well."
"I don't understand. She's a writer. She knows how things work. She's responsible for taking the members of the RTC off TV while we work on their comeback and breakup."
"Well... It's kind of different Dad."
"Different how?"
"I never told her she might be getting off TV."
"Are you mine?" Vince asked, shaking his head. "God son, how could you NOT tell her? This is important."
"I know. But I kept hoping we'd come to a solution and we wouldn't have to take her off TV."
"But you knew of the possibility and you should have told her."
"So you're on her side on this?"
"I'm on her side on this. You are going to have to make this up to her Shane. In a big way?"
"You got any suggestions?"
"Not yet. I'll let you know if I think of anything. Listen Paul and Steve just got in. We'll be meeting with them in a fifteen minutes. Take your time."
"All right, thanks dad."
Vince walked down the hall to the conference room and found Kat sitting there, her fingers busily typing. She looked up at him and he saw the tears drying on her cheeks.
"Hey," she said roughly, "you need the room?"
"Not for another fifteen minutes. Are you okay?" he asked, coming around the table to sit next to her.
"Not really. But I am getting better."
"How?"
"I'm killing your son."
"Excuse me?"
"In one of my stories, I'm killing him."
"From what I hear, he deserves it."
"I should have known."
"Right."
"You're agreeing with me on this?" Kat asked, looking up at her father-in-law, a surprised look on her face.
"Yes."
"Thanks. I think."
"No problem. Now, how are you killing him?"
"Well..."
For the next fifteen minutes, Vince sat beside his daughter-in-law, watching as she literally murdered his son before his very eyes. He was making suggestions on how to make it more believable when Shane walked in with Steve and Paul.
"You guys do your meeting thing now," Katia said, quickly getting up. "I'll be leaving you to it. Vince, thanks for the idea, I'll be using it. Paul and Steve, always a pleasure to see you."
Katia's eyes went right through Shane before she sailed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
"What did you do?" Paul asked his friend as he sat down at the table.
"What makes you think I did anything at all?"
"Guy, your new bride just looked right through you. You fucked up. You fucked up big time. Now cough it up."
"He didn't tell Katia she was being taken off the air," Vince provided.
"Damn son," Steve said, delivering a slap up Shane's head, "you're an idiot."
"Dad!"
"I'm with Steve."
"So am I," Paul said. "Now question is, how are you going to make it up to her?"
"I don't really know," Shane said.
"Start thinking," Paul said, "otherwise, you'll be the most unsexed man in the WWF."
With a groan, Shane sat down and listened to advice from his father and friends.
"Word's all over Titan that you're going to feed my brother his balls and make him like it."
"Uh?"
"The fight you two had?"
"It wasn't a fight per se," Kat explained, smiling at Stephanie as she sat down next to her. "It's just... I'm his wife you know. I know I'm talent too but I expected some consideration."
"Oh, no one is disagreeing with you on that. He should have told you."
"Exactly."
"So how long are you keeping him in the doghouse?"
"I love the idiot. So probably all the way through dinner. Then he's going to use his puppy dog eyes on me, which I can't resist and that'll be the end of that."
"Cool," Steph grinned, pulling her cell phone. "Chris?"
"What are you doing?"
"Shhh. Chris, it's Steph. I'm calling for reconciliation at around dinner time. Put me down for 500$... Yeah, I'm good for it."
"You're betting on our love life?" Kat asked.
"Yes. We have been since the two of you first got together."
"That's always nice to know. By the way, I want half of your winnings."
"Half? Come on Kat."
"Or I'll make your brother wait some more and you'll lose your five hundred bucks."
"Damn it! Fine. It's a deal."
"Good."
"Hello ladies," said Shane, stepping out onto the terrace.
"You know what Steph," Kat said, avoiding to look at her husband, "that little shopping spree sounds really good."
"Maybe I can drive the two of you?"
"We'll take my car," Stephanie said, sticking her tongue out at her brother.
"Kat, can't we talk about this?"
"Look at me Shane," Kat whispered, her eyes narrowing on him. "Do you think I want to talk about this?"
"But baby..."
"No. I'm going out. I'll be back for dinner. And no buffers. You and I are having dinner by ourselves."
"OK."
"Now go get it ready," Kat said, dismissing him with a wave of the hand.
"All right. Anything special?"
"What do you think? Steph, let's go."
"God," Stephanie laughed as they got into her car. "You are so good at being a bitch."
"It's a little something I picked up along the way. Now, let's make sure we make a stop at Victoria's Secrets. I want to make your brother drool."
With a smile, Katia went up the stairs to the wonderful bathroom and let her clothes drop where she stood before sinking into the hot tub. With a pleasured sigh, the young woman took in the sweet scent of lavender as the hot water bubbled all around her, relieving her tense muscles. Before she completely closed her eyes, she saw a bottle of white wine beside the tub with a filigreed glass next to it.
She made her way over to it and quickly poured herself a glass before settling back into the tub. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to let go. Almost an hour had gone by before Kat stepped out of the tub. She padded into the bedroom, quickly donning some black lace lingerie before sliding into a pair of track pants and an oversized Dead Man shirt. She covered her hair with a bandanna and joined Shane in the dining room.
"Good evening," he said, going over to her and gently pecking her cheek.
To his surprise, his wife actually moved closer to him for the kiss and was smiling when he pulled away from her. He led her over to the table and helped into her seat.
"I am glad to see you're not mad enough at me to skip dinner with me."
"Well... You're a lucky man."
"A very lucky man," Shane smiled at her.
"Now," she asked, her eyes shining brightly, "what's for dinner?"
"Well, it was hard to decide because your tastes are all over the place and I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for."
"So what did you do?" Kat asked, watching him as he rolled a tray out of the kitchen.
"I got everything," Shane explained uncovering the many plates.
Katia's eyes went wide with pleasure as she spotted calamari salad, fried calamari, shrimps of all sizes, lobster tails, sushi, General Tao chicken, fried chicken, Caesar salad, steak and much more.
"You're insane," she whispered, her lips stretching into a smile.
"Yeah well, you like a lot of different foods. And anyhow, since you're going to be off TV, you can afford to put on some extra weight."
As he said that, Shane sent his wife a careful grin to which she responded by throwing a sushi roll at him. He looked shocked for a moment and then started to laugh. Kat barely raised an eyebrow at him before using gilded chopsticks to pick up a sushi roll and dipping it in Soya sauce.
"That wasn't nice," he said, picking the fallen sushi roll off the carpet and putting it on the tray.
"Turnabout is more than fairplay, Mr. McMahon."
"How long are you going to be mad at me?"
"A good long while," she told him as she watched him fill his plate with fried calamari.
"Can I at least show you something?"
"Go right ahead."
Shane got up and got a legal pad of paper from a couch. He handed it to his wife and watched as she read, all the while dipping his calamari in a thick tomato sauce.
"You did all of this for me?"
"Of course."
Katia's eyes filled with tears as she glossed over all of Shane's ideas to keep her on WWF TV. He had tried, she realized, he had tried so hard.
"I didn't want you off TV. I know how much you love it, being out there," Shane explained. "I wanted to find you something to do. I mean, Lil' Brat was more over than K-Kwik at the end and I wanted you to do something with the character but there was no viability in it without Ron."
"I know Shane. I thought about all that. It's just... You should have told me. I shouldn't have found out like I did today."
"I know. But you'll be happy to know that Stephanie and Steve had a brainstorm about how you could come back to TV."
"They did?"
"Yeah. And you'll be tied into me."
"Do tell. But before you do, come here and apologize for what you did properly."
"Baby," Shane whispered, inching his chair closer to Kat's and bringing his head to rest at the top of her chest. "I am eternally sorry for hurting your feelings. I definitely should have told you about the possibility of you being off TV a lot sooner."
"Good. Now come here and give us a kiss."
Katia grabbed her husband and laid a long passionate kiss on his mouth that almost left him cross-eyed. She pushed him away and giggled when he pulled her back to him for a longer kiss.
"Before you and I forget all about the food, give me your cell phone."
"My cell phone? You're the one who's always complaining because I always have it with me?"
"Yeah... But this time, I need it."
"So it's okay when you need it, but not when I need it?"
"That sounds just about right. Now give over..."
Reluctantly, Shane handed over his phone to Kat and she quickly called Chris Jericho.
"Young man?"
"Katia? Lady boss?"
"Yes. Call the bets off, the boy's out of the doghouse. And we're in the middle of dinner."
"Betting? I have no idea what you're..."
"Please... Who won?"
"Uh... That'd be your sister-in-law."
"Cool. Ciao."
"What was that all about?" Shane asked.
"Nothing you have to worry about now. Now, I believe we were making up?"
"Thank you."
Katia got dressed and quickly recomposed herself. She was smoothing her hair down when she looked out the window and saw a mother playing with her child in the nearby park. She ran a careful hand over her stomach and sighed. Soon, she told herself.
"Katia," her gynecologist said with a smile, coming into the office.
"Sally. How are you?"
"I'm fine. And from what I see, you're in tip top shape too."
"Good."
"The pill seems to have completely regulated your period and that's a good thing. However, if your line of work, I want to repeat how important it is for you and Shane to come to me before you can start working on a baby."
"I know, I know. And Shane and I do want kids but not right now. We're having too much being free and on our own."
"All right. You are in tip top shape although..."
"What?" Katia asked.
"Watch yourself."
"Always Sally."
Katia left the doctor's office and made it to the Stamford airport just in time to catch the WWFE plane before it left for Boston. Shane was saving her a seat.
"How was your appointment?" he asked her.
"I'm in tip top shape."
"Good stuff. So, you ready for tonight?"
"Oh, I've never been readier."
Kat pushed Shane through the crowd and dragged him backstage until they bumped into the brothers of destruction. Undaunted, the young woman went up to the Undertaker.
"Want to stick it to Vince?" she asked.
"How can I help?"
"Get Shane to safety. Now!"
"What about you?" Shane asked, getting on the bike behind the Undertaker.
"I think Kane and I can handle HHH and Stone Cold. Now get!"
Kat pulled on Big Red's hand and got him to crouch behind a couple of crates just as Hunter and Austin came running into the garage, just in time to see Shane flip them the bird from behind the Undertaker's bike.
"That slimy little son of a bitch!" Steve swore. "We almost had him. Now Vince..."
Before he could finish his sentence, several crates, pushed by Kat and Kane, landed on top of the two WWF champions. Kat quickly came around the fallen crates and stomped down on Austin's knee for good measure. She then crouched between the fallen men as they swore to her destruction.
"Remember my name," she whispered, "Serena. And as of now, when you touch Shane, I get to hurt you." She then turned to Kane, "sit on them, will you?"
"My pleasure."
Kane arranged a couple of crates on top of Austin and laid down on top of them, increasing the pressure on their bodies. In the meantime, Serena made her way to the WCW1 limo and made her getaway.
"Sure was. But kid," Mark asked, "you think you could manage to look a little scared when you come up to me and Glenn? You're ruining our images."
"Come on, you guys are faces now. I can't be totally afraid of you."
"Grrr!"
"You know," Paul said as he started getting up from his prone position on the floor and glaring at Katia, "you didn't have to push that crate that hard."
"My bad," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Katia," Joanie said, coming toward her, "loved it."
"Thanks. I had fun with it."
"And the leather, on you... almost as nice as on me."
"High praise."
"Oh yeah."
Joanie glanced over at Paul and coolly eyed him. He left quickly.
"Jeez," Kat joked, "feeling a little hostile, are ya?"
"Me? Listen, he's still alive. He should be real happy. And I left him his balls."
"Hey," Shane objected, "I'm here and hearing that shit scars a man."
"Yeah well, I always make your balls feel sooooo good," Kat whispered, running a hand over his crotch.
"Excuse me while I gag," Joanie chuckled.
The trio came around the corner and saw two pairs of legs between a couple of clothes racks. Getting on the tips of their toes, Joanie and Katia approached the racks and swung them out of the way. Kat rolled her eyes skyward and pretended to vomit.
"This I didn't need to see," she said with a shudder.
Kip and Nadine didn't bother looking ashamed by their audience. Instead, he tucked his shirt back into his pants and with a final kiss to the woman he left panting and smiling, walked away, humming a happy tune.
"Nadine," Katia sighed, "when I gave you the okay..."
"When you told me he was available," the eldest sister corrected.
"Whatever... I didn't mean for you to jump his bones right away!"
"But you would have wanted to hear all the details, right?"
"Well, that's natural," Joanie said with a shrug. "And you could have asked me..."
Three heads turned to the Ninth Wonder of the World who kept right on walking, a smile on her lips.
"Too much information," Shane muttered, covering his ears with his hands.
"About what?" Stephanie asked, joining them.
"Joanie and Kip."
"Yeah, I heard them go at it one night. Hotel room walls are mighty thin."
Joanie blushed, Shane groaned, Nadine remained suspiciously quiet while
Stephanie and Katia started to laugh.
"Thank you," Shane said before running away.
"First and foremost," Stephanie asked, blue eyes shining brightly, "I have a question: is he really the ass man?"