Big Red Appetite

Summery: When Ashley hooks up with her friend and newest Diva Search winner Layla and her Extreme Expose members on ECW, she catches the attention of Snitsky, who's already had his evil, beady little eyes on the ECW Diva. A certain Big Red Machine, who has vowed never to let Snitsky hurt another woman ever again, doesn't like the attention Snitsky's been giving the Dirty Diva. He promises to protect her from the ECW monster, but when her theme song becomes his private anthem can he protect her from what he fears most…himself? This fic is rated M: You have been forewarned. Get ready for some Kane/Ashley lovin'!!

Waiting and traveling around for SmackDown! was pretty boring, but Ashley Massaro couldn't have been more excited if she was told she was going to meet the queen of England and hang out with Prince William. Squealing and shaking her blonde hair wildly, she danced around her Milan hotel room, her cell phone still clutched tightly in her hand. She'd just gotten off the phone with Layla, who had just asked her to be a part of the next edition of Extreme Expose in London, England! This was the first time in a few months that Ashley would actually get to see her friend face-to-face, and on top of that she was going to get to put on a sexy show? This was almost as good as Playboy™! She loved Milano and apparently Milano (and hopefully London) loved her too!

She flopped down on her bed, giggling. Flipping open her phone, she sent a text to her ex and good friend, Matt Hardy, who was currently one floor above her, "I'm going to be on Extreme Expose, aren't ya jealous?" When the message was sent, she sat up and tossed the phone down onto the bedspread. Peeling off her red and pink stripped socks, she padded into the bathroom and turned on the water in her walk-in shower. As the water heated she finished undressing and waited until the steam began to fog the mirror. Ten minutes later she was clean and feeling better than she had in weeks. With Khali attacking her, losing to that skank Melina at Wrestlemania and dealing with that psycho Jillian, she was beginning to loose her mind, but she saw the invitation from the current Diva Search winner as a good omen, and hoped that things were finally going to go her way. Shrugging into one of the hotel's emblazoned cotton bathrobes, she wrapped a towel around her damp head, enjoying the feel of the leftover steam and the smell of her body wash. Wiping the mirror off with a dry face cloth, Ashley brushed her teeth and blow-dried her hair. After pulling a thick black headband with a red rose glued to it over her freshly dried, currently dyed hair, she put on some eyeliner and lip gloss and shuffled back into the bedroom, where she found her phone lit up with a reply from Matt.
"Yeah, actually I am jealous…of you. I'd kill to be in the presence of Layla, Kelly-Kelly and Brooke too."

Snickering, Ashley sent a wounded face in reply, and proceeded to get dressed. After pulling on her pink, mid-drift baring tube top, fishnet sleeves, black plaid miniskirt, and pink fishnet stockings, she laced up her thick-soled black commando boots and stood to clean up the mess her wet feet left on the floor. Her phone then pinged with another message, this one from one of her best friends Paul London; "Ya ready to hit the streets, muffin?"
She sent back an affirmation then hung the towel and robe up behind the bathroom door. Grabbing her purse, she headed out the door, making sure it was locked behind her. She tucked her phone into her purse and zipped it up, only to have the zipper get stuck on something. She continued to fiddle with it, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Turning the corner down the hall, she found herself running into something large, hard and warm. Bouncing back a few steps she looked up and stared into the face of Kane.
"Oops," she flushed. "I'm so sorry Kane! I wasn't paying attention!"
He blinked, unfazed by the sudden contact.
"I hope my thick head didn't hurt ya," she said, giggling nervously and shifting from foot to foot.
He grunted, tossing his head nonchalantly. "Eh. What about you?"
"Oh, uh, I'm fine. I'm really sorry! Um…" her nerves tingled with worry. Kane was renowned for having a fiery temper, the last thing she needed with her leg on the mend would be to incur his wrath.
"I'm not going to eat you, you know," he said, and she could have sworn he was grinning.
Chuckling softly and mentally smacking herself, she smiled widely. Nodding, she slung her purse over her shoulder. "I'm really sorry again for running into you. See ya later!" she side-stepped him with a cheery little wave and continued on down the hallway. The Big Red Machine simply stared after her and shook his head before heading back to his room.

Downstairs, Paul and Brian Kendrick were sitting and waiting for her in the lobby, along with Matt. "Hey guys," she greeted, "ready to roll?" she asked as she came upon them. A twenty-something Italian guy and his buddy walked past, each giving the Dirty Diva a thorough look-over, but scurried away as they caught the looks her three male companions were sending their way. Laughing and shaking her head, Ashley grabbed both Matt and Paul's arms and dragged them out of the hotel, calling for Brian to hurry up. Grinning, he followed his team mate, manager, and friend out the doors and into the fashionable city of Milan.