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Kurt Angle was furious as he reflected on the past two months in his life. All the lies, all the deception. It was enough to drive him batty. He would never forget the week after Karen had laid that bombshell out on him, when she'd declared she wanted a separation.
He looked up at the sound of a knock on his locker room door. He was in the middle of lacing up his wrestling boots for a match. He paused and and approached the door, opening it.
To his surprise, it was not one of his allies paying him a visit - it was one of the Knockouts, Christy Hemme, of all people. She smiled, her hands clasped behind her back as she eyed him.
"Hello. Can I help you with something?" he asked.
The tiny redhead looked thoughtful for a beat.
Thanks. Actually, I think there's somethingI can help you with." Then, without asking or being invited inside, she sauntered into the room.
The bald-headed man looked back over his shoulder at her questioningly. What was the woman doing? He closed the door and decided he might as well find out.
"Um... you do know I'm married?"
Christy giggled at his words.
"Yeah, of course... And I've got a boyfriend I love." She sat down on a black leather couch over by the far wall and crossed her legs.
Kurt stared at her for a moment, not quite knowing what to say. She obviously wanted something. So he decided to find out what that could possibly be. He closed the door and crossed the room to sit near her.
"Okay," he said, folding his hands, "what is it you wanted?"
Christy turned toward the Olympic Gold Medallist, his facial expression growing serious.
"I have some information I think you'd find very useful," she revealed. "And it's not a mere rumor, because I saw it with my own two eyes."
Angle stared at her, perplexed. She sure was dancing around this, whatever the news she had to tell him. He gave a short nod and gestured at her with one hand.
"Yeah? Well, okay then... Go ahead," he said with a bit of exasperation.
The little redhead uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her gaze locked on his blue eyes. She wanted the man to know that, without question, she was about to tell him the truth, no lies.
"The other night... I saw your wife with someone else," she said firmly.
Kurt's eyes grew wide with surprise but then narrowed as anger took over. He clenched his hands into tight fists, bracing himself as the Knockout continued. "She was kissing this other man," Christy told him. "And I got a great look since my boyfriend's hotel room was right next to hers.
"Well, who the hell was this other man?" Kurt demanded. Although she was doing him a favor in enlightening him to all this, Hemme was dancing around with it, and it was really getting on his nerves.
She looked him squarely in the eye as she answered his question.
"None other than... AJ Styles."
"What?!" The former TNA World Champion bolted up to his feet, outraged. He swatted out with his right arm, knocking the first object in his view clear across the room - it was a ceramic mug filled with coffee.
Christy barely reacted to the violent action. Truth be known, she was rather enjoying Angle's reaction. She didn't particularly care for the man's wife and hadn't ever since she'd come into the company. It wasn't that Karen Angle was a threat to her where the Knockout Championship was concerned... but ever since the brunette had arrived at TNA, it seemed that she was the focus of attention whenever it came to the women of the company. 'Karen this, Karen that!' It all made Christy sick. It was bad enough that Gail Kim was the pet of the Knockout division and received title shot after title shot, but beyond that, she hadn't been getting much more attention than that. Besides, Awesome Kong had captured the gold from her, so she wasn't much of a threat right now. But Karen... Well, Karen had pretty much stolen the spotlight off of her. And Christy wanted her to pay for that. What better way to achieve that than to tell her husband about her adulterous ways with his own associate?
"I'll rip his head off!" Kurt howled. Once he cooled down a little, he came back over to sit beside the redhead.
"Look, you have to do me a favor."
Christy frowned as she looked him over.
"I do?"
"Yes, please... You and Jimmy Rave. Since Since you both know about this... this..." He couldnt' bring himself to utter the word 'affair.' "Both of you, keep an eye on my wife," Kurt continued. "I promise, I'll make it worth your while... I'll pay you handsomely."
A slow grin spread across the redhead's pretty face. She nodded, pleasantly surprised by his offer.
"We'll do it," she assured him.
Kurt paced back and forth in the locker room. He knew Karen was there at the arena that night, as she was going to answer his plea for her to come home. Well, he was more than ready for her. And he thought he already knew what her answer was going to be. So, he would just have to take matters into his own hands.
After all, if Karen gave him the answer he didn't want to hear, she would have no one to blame but herself.