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Christy Hemme hesitated just outside of the Knockout locker room. She could hear two very distinctive voices engaged in conversation, and it peaked her interest.
Straining her ears, the little redhead's eyes widened. Sure enough, she could make out not merely one, but both voices. They seemed to be strategizing, and discussing match and training plans. She found this to be very intriguing, and she knew someone else would feel exactly the same way she did.
Having heard enough, Christy trotted off some ways down the hall, stopping just outside Kurt Angle's locker room. Quickly, she knocked, and the Olympian instantly opened the door.
"What now?" he asked upon seeing her.
"I've got something new to share with you," the redhead stated. "I'm sure you'll find it most interesting."
"Okay... By all means, come on in, then."
Christy stepped inside and opted to stand rather than sitting as Kurt gestured to the black leather couch.
"I can't stay long - my men need me," she explained, referring of course to the Rock 'N Rave Infection.
"Of course. So, what's up?" the former TNA World Champion questioned.
"We've got problems - you and me," she announced. "I just overheard your wife talking to someone in the Knockout locker room... It was ODB."
Kurt scoffed at that and nearly rolled his eyes.
"Yeah... So?" He just wondered how on earth Karen talking with ODB could possibly pose a problem for them.
"So, they were discussing match stuff, strategies. Kurt, Karen's getting trained for a match," Christy elaborated. "And I would bet that would mean she and AJ are going to challenge you and me."
This time, Angle laughed heartily, and loud. It was perhaps one of the most ridiculous things he'd ever heard.
"Karen and AJ versus us? Well, that's just a joke!" he exclaimed. "Why would that ever bother you?"
"Well, because she's a lot bigger than me, and-"
"Oh, come on, Christy, you can't be serious!" the bald-headed man interrupted. "Karen's not even a wrestler! So what if she's bigger than you? You could rip her to shreds!"
"But ODB is training her," the redhead worried.
"Big deal. What's she gonna teach her, how to swig vodka from a flask and smack her own boobs?" Kurt burst out in a fit of laughter at that thought.
Christy, on the other hand, didn't quite find it so amusing. Angle was such a sexist creep as far as the women on the roster went. He was really underestimating what ODB could do in the ring, and what she could teach the tall brunette. Kurt might not care, but she certainly knew and acknowledged the bigger Knockout's skill.
"Okay, look," she said, not hiding her annoyance. "What are we going to do if it comes down to a challenge?"
"Are you kidding me? We accept and then kick their lying, cheating asses!"
The redhead nodded.
"Yeah, I suppose we do," she said. "And I could always have my boys in our corner as backup."
"Sure," Kurt said. "I'm sure Team 3D and Tomko would be willing to pitch in. Not that we'd need their help!"
Christy nodded and said, "I guess we should prepare ourselves, just in case. I mean, ODB definitely has a few screws loose. She might pass that trait onto your precious Karen."
"Yeah, well I say bring it on!" Angle exclaimed. All traces of amusement were suddenly gone from his face as he punched a fist into his other hand. "I can't wait to teach that little punk Styles a lesson he'll never forget." A little evil laugh escaped him. "And as for Karen? If she gets in my way, I'll just have to snap her ankle!" He put an emphasis on the last three words, and Christy knew he meant business.
A slow, equally evil grin spread across the tiny redhead's face.