Butterfly Disclaimer: this story is fan fiction; no part of it is real. All names of wrestlers, wrestling moves, and TV shows belong to WWE, excluding Kali, whom I made up.

Chapter 1

San Diego sports arena was packed; the screaming fans could be heard in the backstage dressing rooms of the athletes each and every fan was anticipating seeing. It was an intense feeling. She strapped on her new leather boots and pulled her light brown hair into a ponytail. She stared herself straight in the mirror, " you can do this."

It was a dream come true. Tonight was her debut match, not that she would actually be in an official match. She was to escort her character's father to the ring while he defended his world title, only coming in when it was necessary.

Twenty years old, young yes, but inexperienced, definitely not. When she was only seventeen, she was found by a talent scout for World Wrestling Entertainment in a small El Cajon gym beating the hell out of anyone who dared step up. Vince McMahon instantly had her put in one of his many training schools, and for three years she did just that. Now it was finally going to pay off.

She had her own locker room, which was fairly odd, but she truly didn't mind. Stretching didn't help her churning stomach. She had yet to meet her "father" and that added to the terrifying factor in all of this.

She jumped at the sound of the knock on the thin wooden door. Her train, Evan stuck his head through the door and smiled. "Jess, you're on in five. Good luck," he said. The young girl embraced him, after three years of tears, screaming and sweat, he was like a second dad to her. " You'll be fine!" He insisted and left her to herself again.

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" Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 326 lbs. The WWE World Champion, Kane!" Lillian Garcia called into the microphone. The ovation was amazing. Jessica had never heard anything like it. She walked a few steps behind him. The champ, The Big Red Machine, her idle, her father.

She kept her eyes straight ahead, not looking at the intimidating audience. "And who's this with Kane, JR?" Jerry Lawler could be heard yelling, " I've never seen her before!" Jessica tried to keep calm as she stepped into the squared circle. Just standing next to Kane, hearing The King and JR, she was absolutely star struck. During her training, she had never once been introduced to Kane, let alone any other co-worker. "King, you don't think.could it be?" JR asked. " You mean Kai? Kane's daughter?"

The pyro exploded from the ring posts as Kane brought down his monstrous arms. He handed Kali the title belt and waited for his opponent. She jumped down, off the apron. She didn't know who he was facing, even.

"And introducing the challenger, weighing in at 295 lbs., Brock Lesnar!" The former, determined to regain his belt made his way down to the ring. His manager, Paul Heyman, was nowhere to far behind.

Brock stared at Kali as he made his way into the ring, she returned it, unflinchingly. Kane didn't give him a chance to look away from his daughter, when he struck. The first blow knocked the smaller man to the ring floor, but had little more effect. Brock was quick to his feet and to hitting Kane with a cheap shot.

Paul Heyman yelled warnings at her from across the ring, she paid them no heed. She slapped the ring floor hard, trying to encourage her father. Paul waited until his client was laid out before deciding to get involved. He climbed onto the apron; distracting the ref. Brock raised his leg. "A blatant low blow!" JR yelled, King dismissed it immediately.

Brock stood over her, staring back and forth between the covet belt on her shoulder and her. "You'll never get it," She said simply, surprised by her own daring. The comment made Brock laugh. The brief distraction she made allowed Kane to regain his composure. Brock's fatal mistake. He turned to continue his assault to be met with the tight hand of The Big Red Machine around his neck. The surprise on his face was genuine.

Paul wasn't about to let his client lose; he climbed into the ring, her cue. She jumped in one swift movement to the top turnbuckle. Her hurricanrana was poetic. Paul rolled out of the ring, but that didn't stop the attack from behind. Brock knocked he to the floor. She gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, " I don't remember this being scripted," she thought as he picked her up. The F-5 was coming, and she was helpless. The mat rushed toward her and the rest was blank.

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" You won at least, right?" she asked rubbing her sore neck muscle. " That doesn't matter, he put his hands on my daughter. He's gonna pay," The big man slammed his fist down on Eric Bischoff's oak desk. "Whoa, whoa! Kane, clam down. You'll get Lesnar. In fact you and your lovely daughter will get him," The RAW G.M. told the pair. They were confused. " In a tag team match, an intergender tag team match. You and Kali against Lesnar and any woman of his choice." Kali nodded, and looked up at her father. He said nothing just pushed away from the desk.

Kali went to follow him, but Eric grabbed her by the arm. "If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, you can just come and ask me," He smiled seductively at her, she gave no response.

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"Oscar, you seen the new girl? Pretty cute!" called Billy Kidman from the showers. Rey Mysterio laughed at his best friend. "You oughta hook it up!"

"You forget, married man," Rey flashed his wedding band. Billy pulled a towel around his waist, and shook his head, "Not for much longer, from what you've been saying," Billy said. " Dude, don't remind me, we're goin' to counseling. It'll all be alright," Rey reminded him and pulled of his ribbed black tank top. " Whatever, just don't let your hopes get too high and don't let that ring strangle you," Billy said as he pulled on his trunks and head for the door.