Well, I wrote this story awhile ago… and I decided to tweak it a little and change the pairings and all. Enjoy. As usual, I disclaim. All the characters/people belong to WWE and themselves… Though I would gladly accept Mike Chioda under my Christmas tree this year. - looks at Katy -
This is based of the Kane storyline in 2003, right after he was unmasked.
The pyrotechnics went off, the familiar heat of Kane's fire hitting Lilian Garcia full force. She all but leaped out of the ring, not wanting anything to do with the seven foot monster, especially with the warning earlier in the night that he was going to find a victim.
Kane scared her. She didn't want to be within 10 miles of the ring when he was in there, much less the ten feet that her ring announcing position enabled her.
The Big Red Machine gestured for the microphone, his evil eyes roaming over Lilian for a few seconds before he snatched the mic away, causing the little blonde to jump and scurry back to the 'safety' of her seat.
"I'm going to make this short and sweet," Kane said, his soft voice eerily ringing out through the arena, the sound sending chills down Lilian's spine. "I lost to Edge last night because I've lost my touch. I've lost the evil nature that's made me the monster that I was. Tonight, I pick one victim that will be a sign of the evil that is to come."
With that, he looked at Lilian, his eyes glistening with excitement at the prospect of finding another victim in his sick world. Lilian stared back, wide eyed. She stood up, unsure of where she was headed. She considered jumping the barrier to run through the crowd, but realized that Kane could easily catch up to her in what would quickly become a crowded area if a WWE star were to jump over the barrier...
She shrieked loudly when she saw Kane in front of her. 'How the hell did he get in front of me so fast?' Lilian asked herself in a panicked thought. Realizing that she needed to get away to save herself, she moved to the left.
Kane followed her movements, laughing when he saw the fear in her eyes. Lilian moved to the right, her breath catching when Kane followed her movements once again. She faked to the left, only to dodge quickly to the right. She was barely able to squeeze past Kane. Lilian actually felt the air from his hand as he missed grabbing her shirt.
Lilian knew that by going around the ring she had a slim chance of getting away from Kane… for a big guy, he was pretty fast. Therefore, the little blonde slid under the bottom rope, crawling across the ring with the intention of getting to the other side and running up the ramp. She didn't care how foolish or comical this may have looked; her only intent was saving herself.
She grabbed the edge of the ring, prepared to use every bit of strength she had to pull herself to the outside of the ring and then run for the hills. A small scream escaped her throat when she felt Kane's hand close around one of her black boots, pulling the little blonde less than gracefully back to the center of the ring.
"No. Please, no," Lilian begged, briefly glancing over her shoulder, meeting the eyes of the cold monster… trying to pull away from him and to the outside of the ring. Kane only seemed to become angry at her struggles, and he bent down, lacing his fingers around the long blonde strands and pulling her up by the hair. Lilian struggled to stand, pain prickling at her scalp as she tugged fruitlessly on the hand entangled in her hair.
Before she could blink, Kane wrapped his hand around her throat, Lilian's hand reaching up to grasp his wrist. He easily lifted the little blonde up and chokeslammed her hard into the mat. Stars formed behind her eyes when her head hit, dazing the ring announcer.
Seeing that she was still conscious, Kane reached down, pulling her up by the throat before chokeslamming her again.
"Jesus Christ," Lilian murmured, the stars multiplying as her head hit the mat again. She rolled to the side, trying to control the nausea that churned in her stomach. 'It might be smart to pretend to be knocked out,' Lilian realized, closing her eyes and praying that Kane would just leave the ring.
She heard people entering the ring, trying to control Kane and end his attack. Lilian opened her eyes long enough to see several referees get thrown aside easily.
Kane laughed at their futile attempts, going outside to the outside of the ring. Lilian dared to breath a sigh of relief, only to whimper when Kane reentered the ring. Her fear was legit, especially when she saw what Kane was holding.
The red gas can was enough to paralyze the blonde but she knew that if she didn't get away… if she didn't escape, he was going to set her on fire.
She used her remaining energy to try to move away from Kane, desperately pulling her sore body across the ring as Kane stalked her.
Kane easily grabbed her by the hair once again, drawing a soft whimper from the blonde and dragging her over to the gas can.
"You see that, honey? Pretty soon all your troubles will be over," Kane whispered, ducking low so he could kiss Lilian on the cheek. Ramming her face into the metal can, Lilian fell face first to the mat, barely conscious as she waited to be doused in gasoline.
The crowd erupted, and Lilian briefly wondered if they were cheering Kane on. She felt the ring shaking as someone entered. She managed to roll out of the way as a pair of boots flew by her head, blood from the small cut on her forehead stinging her eyes.
Seconds later, she watched numbly as Kane retreated up the aisle, glaring at the little blonde and whoever saved her. She shuddered slightly at the wild look in his eyes, the glare he was sending letting the ring announcer know that this was not over.
Lilian shook slightly, the adrenaline wearing off as a dull ache settled across her back from the two chokeslams Kane had delivered on her tiny frame. She was barely aware of the fact that several referees and the trainer were now kneeling by her.
"Lil, are you okay?" referee Mike Chioda asked, favoring his jaw as he asked this question. Lilian brought her eyes up, seeing a bruise forming along the referee's jawline… obviously another victim of Kane's demention…
"I… I don't know," Lilian finally replied. "My head hurts… my back, too."
"Okay," Mike replied. "We're gonna get you out of here, okay?"
"Kay," Lilian replied, her eyes darting to the other referees in the ring. However, her eyes locked on a man who she wasn't expecting… a man that she hadn't expected to care…
But he was here… apparently her savior for the night…
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked, looking down at the little blonde with… dare Lilian think, concern, in his eyes?
"I think so," the trainer replied. "It looks like she may have a concussion and a sore back... there doesn't look to be any broken bones, but we need to do x-rays to be sure of that."
He puffed out his cheeks, shaking his head. "I need to go," he whispered. "I'm sorry, Lil."
"Wait," she called weakly, but it was too late.
Randy Orton was gone.
End Part 1