Disclaimer: This is a Fan Fiction. The character portrayed in this story is completely fiction. I am in no way affiliated with the WWE and their crew/cast/owners. This was written before the merge, and is currently being changed to match the timeline of the WWE – although the timing may not be completely accurate to date. Those superstars written into this story are sole property of the WWE. Some Rights Reserved. KjD 2006

Chapter One
Just Another Day

The WWF – 5 years ago.

"Kay?? KAY!"

There was an earthquake, it seemed. Someone was shaking me and when I opened my eyes to see who it was, they were going to pay.

I groaned, as I woke up completely buried in a pillow. "What?"

"Wakey-wakey! We're going to head down to Hershey tonight for tonight's taping." It was a woman beckoning me to sit up and get ready; the usual alarum that made me roll out of bed in the mornings with a heavy groan. Her claims about the Chocolate city made me confused. Where the hell was I?

"Joan?" I yawned, sitting upright. I looked down rubbed my eyes, seeing a woman in my blurred view.

"Who's Joan?" Came the irritated retort.

Rubbing my eyes, I noted my error and kicked myself inside. It was definitely not Joanie. "Er…Trish. Sorry. Morning." I replied, using the excuse of grogginess to replace the embarrassment. Joanie hadn't been around for months and it was quite humorous that I'd even mistake the short and petite Trish as the towering Amazon.

"Ohh...Do I have to?" I yawned. The traveling was taking a toll on my body; it was something I hadn't quite gotten used to in my few years of moving from hotel to hotel with the company. We'd just finished taping a RAW in Washington D.C., and it was now Tuesday: the day for SMACKDOWN.

"YES! Now get up!" She scolded, throwing one of her make up brushes at me. It lightly pegged me in the side, but I feigned ultimate pain and rolled out of bed, tumbling to the floor. I looked up at her with squinted eyes, and she apathetically shook her head - now standing at her usual perch near the sink and counter, brushing herself up for the morning drive.

Crawling into the bathroom, there was a banging on our hotel door. "Rise 'n' Shine ladies! Let's get moving!" It was, of course, one of the Dudley brothers making his annoying wake-up call. Man, was this all becoming routine.

"Alright!" I replied, shaking my head. Trish laughed.

I pulled out a pair of baggy jeans and a white and blue baseball tee and commenced the systematic drone of morning preparations to leave. My long hair that was somewhat matted from the night before was pulled into a couple of sloppy pigtails, and then I started to brush my teeth when there was a knock at the door. "Just a sec!" my mouth was full of toothpaste and water as I rinsed and spit into the sink.

The knocking continued, and the annoyed Trish screamed at the suspect. "Cut it out! We're coming!" It was mainly because we were almost always the last to leave the hotel, and Vince never really liked it when we were late to the next meeting.

The knocking kept on.

I, being easily agitated, threw my stuff onto my open make-up bag and reached for the doorknob. I gave one last look to Trish and we both shook our heads, irritated as could be. I quickly threw the door open. "I swear, Mark - YOU--" I took a deep breath, swallowing it in with a deep sigh to see Mark LaMonica standing there with his hands up in surrender.

"Whoa there...SOORRRY!!" Mark apologized with a big smile, amused at my anger.
I laughed nervously in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, hon. We're done now, alright? We'll be at the car as soon as possible!"

He pulled me in for a hug. "It's ok...I was just letting you know that we're all checked out, and your dad went to get the car."

"Okay." I nodded, heaving a bit of a sigh before retreating back into the room. "See you downstairs."

"Ohhh yeah." He winked jokingly. It was always a good laugh when Mark was parting ways with me…it actually brightened my mood over being so mopey and aggravated from being awakened from my ever-so-pleasant dreams.

"Well, are we ready to go?" the somewhat silent diva in the room had finally spoken up, looking around at the completely packed room.

"Yup. Let's do this." I sighed, shutting the door behind us.

And, we were off. It was just another day. Downstairs was our destination, to the rental car we'd retrieved last night after the show to go to the event everyone in Pennsylvania was talking about, or so we'd hoped. Why was I so tired? I was traveling with the company run by the titan, Vince McMahon, that's why. My name is Kaylin and the man Mark claimed to be my father was Glen. He's better known to you fans as "Kane", or the Big Red Machine. My mother died when I was born and he had me really young so I stayed with my mother's family in California for a while so he could go through school and eventually fulfill his dream.

Basically, I'm the daughter he doesn't really talk about, for privacy's sake. I didn't mind, really…though the past five or six years has been simply getting to know him. My backstage life with him for the time has been a lot of fun – and seeing him experience my sweet 16 through my twenties (I'm actually 20 at the moment)…it's been quite the ride. I've been in the shadows for quite sometime, aspiring to be just like him – athletics wise – and seeing this excitement in my eyes, Vince decided to help me to train with some of the agents, and eventually hire me. Currently (in the Federation) I run some of the storylines with the writers and had been doing some work with The Rock and posing as his niece, and the occasional run-in and valet. It's been quite exhilarating, doing the work for the people…which makes me curious to see what's going to happen in the next few weeks. Vince, and his promises, I always say.

"Is this everyone?" My dad tried to take roll from the driver's seat. There were 5 of us lined up for the suburban, including Mark and me. Mark, Paul, Devon and Dad littered the front half of the car. Trish decided to take the car with Andrew and the lot so I was free to have the backseat on my own.

"Yep." Mark nodded. "That's all of us."

"Good. Wake me when we get there!" Taking the pillow I snagged from the room, I set it against the window and quickly fell back asleep.

"Kaylin?"

O – the soft and gentle voice was pulling me from my slumber. As I opened my eyes, the blur soon clearing and the face peering down on me became clear: it was my dad in the open door of the suburban, waiting patiently for me to get up and move out of the car. By the looks of it, we'd already made it to the Hotel and were going to get ready to unpack before rehearsal. "Yeah?" I stretched out and hopped out of the car, smiling at him as I did.

"Have a nice sleep?" He smiled.

I grinned with a light nod. "Yeah... Morning Daddy."

"Hey honey, how was your night?" he asked, taking note of the bruise forming on my forearm that I hadn't even noticed. I was quick to shrug it off; I had a high tolerance for pain anyway.

"Tiring." I was recalling the moments of my night at RAW, trying to remember when it was possible that could have happened. Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I slammed the door shut and began to walk with him through the doors of the hotel and up to my room. "What's up for tonight anyway?" Though this was all so routinely, I felt the urge to ask numerous questions, a hopeful measure that things may change at any moment.

"Well," My dad gave an exhausted sigh. "Paul's calling up Vince right now, and we're going go down to the arena for rehearsal and have a little meeting to discuss our angles for tonight."
I shrugged. "Alright, sounds good to me."

"I'm going down to get something to grab some food or something. Did you want to come with me?" My dad offered kindly.

I turned to my dad, and shrugged. "Nah…I'm gonna check out my room and take a quick shower. A nice cup of coffee would be amazing, though!" a childish slip, but a sly one at that. Surely, he couldn't refuse.

"Alright, I'll get it to you as soon as possible. Here's your key, sweetheart." As he handed me my keys, I couldn't help but notice that Andrew and Trish were becoming a little friendlier than I expected. I wasn't quite sure I was bothered by it, because Trish was my friend – and Andrew and I had only been on one date. Nothing more. However, it did dawn on me that she was acting really strange…maybe she was hiding it from me? I sighed and made a bee-line for the nearest elevator, and made my way upstairs to just unpack and try to let it slide.

DING!

The elevator doors came apart and I quickly stepped into the lift, finding myself alone in the confined space. Good. It's just what I needed. However, on my way up to the 7th floor, I was interrupted at about the 3rd floor by someone who was apparently messing with the buttons. Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms and watched the doors open -- only to discover the Hardy Brothers and their pals Adam and Jason. There were a couple of girls standing there with them, but I couldn't put the names to their faces if I tried.

"Sorry!" One of the girls exclaimed, as I just smiled and waved to amuse them, and pushed 7 on the panel once more.

Kids, I shook my head. It was quite ironic to say something like that, mainly because I was the youngest person in the Federation, and I actually wished I had friends to hang out with, that were closer to my age. I sighed. Maybe I'd never get to know the "childish" troupe, and maybe I'd never find a happy spot where I was. God. I needed a shower.

"Oh, I have news on your angle tonight." My father was droning on about the news he'd heard from Paul Levesque about my story. He seemed so interested in what was going to happen with me, I was beginning to worry if I was interested enough. As much as I was dozing off, he was lucky to have gotten me the coffee I requested, or I'd be passed out by now…but, you gotta love daddy.

"So what's up for me then?" I asked, the warm liquid sliding down my throat. I sat, completely curled up in the chair across from the luxurious couch my dad had sat on; my hair was pulled up in a towel and my clothes consisted of black velour's and an Edge and Christian tee.

"Well--since recently--Vince went with the amnesia angle, right?" My dad led on, at my request.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Tonight, you're with Brian and you're going to backstab them--" he paused, leaving me itching for more.

"yay!" I clapped, quickly backing down as I realized that I sounded like a giddy five-year-old.

"--Backstab DX in a handicap match up they have with me. Apparently, Vince is discontinuing the angle since the fans want to see you back with me." He smiled. His eyes were pretty much glistening, seemingly full of joy at the mere fact that I would be returning to his side as his valet.

"Great." I smiled with a nod. My angle was that I had been hit by Vince and Triple H (Paul Levesque) had brainwashed me into joining DX and all of the enemies of my father to become escort to Road Dogg, Jesse James. It was actually a lot more fun than I'd expected. The guys welcomed me into the angle with open arms, and I was glad. It was my first heel turn to note and the best one I've seen written so far. That all aside, I took in what my dad told me and actually liked the fact that I'd be hanging with him on angles again.

Should be fun.
Should be.

As we pulled up to the arena, there were already fans waiting outside. They were so excited to snap pictures of me and those who traveled with me, and my dad was quick to cover me from the prying eyes of unwanted cameras. We quickly entered the building and I could already hear the tech-crew setting up the arena; making sure everything was in place (prop-wise) and reinforcing the stage and ring to make sure everything was as sturdy as could be. It was more comforting than annoying, the simple additions to the drone of systematic functions around here. I was home. I hauled my duffel bag into the women's locker room and tiredly plopped into a chair. I couldn't figure out why I couldn't stop yawning, and why I was feeling so tired even after the jog around the hotel and the refreshing shower – and the coffee? I sighed.
"Hey babe, what's wrong?" Trish looked over from the mirror. It was almost like déjà vu from the morning. It wasn't a wonder why she looked so damn good on television; she was always fixing herself up. Not like she needed it, I mused.

"Hey." I greeted. "Nothing, really – I'm just exhausted. I rode down here with the ever-impatient Mark, Devon, dad and Paul Wight. Oh my God, Trish – Thanks for leaving me behind!" I rest my head on the concrete wall. "He yapped and yapped on and on about Bess the WHOLE TIME!!!!"

Trish couldn't help but let out a giggle. She was actually chewing on some of a muffin she'd grabbed from the concession table before coming in here, and she nearly spit it all up from the reaction I'd given her. "Aw, girl I'm so sorry! It's just that Andrew asked me to go with him and Sean, and…well--" She paused. "Well, you know him. I couldn't resist!" There was a bit of a quiver in her tone. Was she scared to reveal to me the fun she has on her quest to Hershey? Part of me wanted to get to the bottom of it, and the rest of me – once again, digressed.

"It's okay." With a shrug, I stood up and pulled out my wardrobe--or--half of it. I was going to wear a pair of black pants and she tossed me the doctored-up DX tee that was tight fitting as well as flattering on my female figure. "Thanks."

"No problem. I heard your angle tonight." She smiled. "Your dad has been going on about it since he got here. Seems like he'll be very happy to be with his baby girl again, eh?"

True. He'd gone MIA since I was born and it wasn't until five years ago he had the guts to come take me under his wing. With a shrug, I just sighed and went with it. "Yeah, yeah..." Nodding slightly, I gave her a snooty grin and began to strip down – when the door to the locker room opened and the entrant was definitely not female. I quickly ran for cover. "Brian!" I recognized who it was and the fully-dressed Trish ran to cover me up. "Haven't you heard of knocking?!"

"Sorry!" he laughed, embarrassed and entertained by my blushing and Trish's tactics to keep me covered. Sure, we were all used to "deck changing" and stripping out in the open, but when your dad is Kane and you can help being shaded – it counts. "Kay, when you're finished, go ahead and come on out here. I wanna talk about tonight."

"Yeah, OKAY!" I shouted, as Trish ran up to him and pushed him out.

"Knock, next time – alright?" She laughed and slammed the door.

I quickly got dressed and left Trish to help out the other girls who weren't at Make-Up and Costuming to meet with the backstage crew and find the peeping tom formerly known as Brian.

-

"Hey Vince!" I had a huge smile as I hugged the Big Cheese. I didn't like to bother him when he was busy, and when he had time to stop and chat, it was always a great conversation; it was always great to stand in the presence of a man who had such a vision. He always treated me like I belonged.

"Hey there!" He quickly pulled away, looking over at the room that was to be "his office" on the set.

"Ahh, I don't wanna stop you from anything," I wanted to be polite – but I'd actually spotted Brian from afar. "See you at the meeting?"

"It's ok…I was just going to talk to one of the camera crews." He nodded with a smile, "Of course. Don't be late!"

As the fully-dressed degenerate walked towards me, I simply shook my head. Brian playfully put his arm around me. "Sorry about earlier. I didn't know you were getting dressed – and I thought you heard me knock."

"You ass! You never knock when you come in—" I giggled as he tickled me. "But I'll let this one slide…I know you don't want me telling Dad on you anyway!"

He put his hands up. "Whoa...Kay—don't be playin' around here -- !"

"Tell me what?" My father appeared behind us.

"Every time, man! Is he always behind me?" Brian's cheeks flushed a pale red.

I sighed and turned to my father who was watching Brian like a hawk. "Nothing daddy. Let's just gather around so we can get this straight."

I linked arms with both men and re-approached Vince once more and the rest of the gang who were involved in tonight's match. The rest of them were pretty much my father's acclaimed enemy Sean Waltman and his ex-stage lover Terri Poch.

"So tonight, Kay, you're with Brian and Terri's with Sean. Glen's in this match for a reason. He's fighting to get Kay back from you guys." Vince explained, acknowledging each of us accordingly. "Now Kay, your cue is when Sean bronco-busts Glen and while she's up on the apron distracting Tim, you go in the ring with a chair behind your dad. Brian accidentally clotheslines you, which puts you out for a moment, and then your turn begins. Just basically ad-lib from there. The main plot here is to get Kay to Glen. We're on a break now, so do what you got to do, 'cause you're out in ten."

My heart started to race. I was on in ten. I had to get used to hearing that, because I was beginning to dig the thought of this wrestling thing…I felt my neck and realized I still had my necklace on…it wasn't something I needed to wear out there so I quickly unhooked it and handed it to one of the techies that stood just beyond Gorilla Position. It was a locket from my mother that I knew didn't deserve to be lost in the wreckage of sweaty men and their weapons.

-

I made my way back down the hall and waved at Mercy who was dangling on her beau Matt Hardy, as she struggled to get down from him. Stepping aside, I managed to dodge a blow from Jeff who was doing somersaults by me – clearly pumped by the adrenaline and energy of their match.

I felt a nudge; Jason Reso, who was watching the current match on a monitor nearby gave us a passing glance, and a smile. "Hey Kay, good luck tonight! Brian, beware! She packs a mean punch!"

Narrowing my eyes in mock anger, I raised a brow at Jay who quickly disappeared as I was being dragged into Gorilla Position by none other than Terri. Taking a deep breath, I jumped up and down to get the blood flowing and shook out my limbs. It was go time!

DEGENERATION-X! The king of rock who, the king of rock what?!

Our music was blaring. Terri and I ran out to the stage, getting heat from the crowd almost immediately! We gave the guys a grand entrance, pointing to the curtain with smug grins on our faces. Brian came out with a water bottle and Sean did his crotch chops. Raising my arms, I pulled them to an X – and resumed my march beside Road Dogg. It was a traditional entrance for us, degenerates. A non-stop, action packed roller coaster ride it was...

"The following is a no disqualification handicap match. Making their way to the ring being accompanied by Tori and Kaylin, The Road Dogg Jesse James and X-Pac...DEGENERATION X!!!" Tony Chimmel stood in the middle of the ring, mic in hand. Hm. Lilian must have called in sick.

Pulling myself through the top and middle ropes, Tori and I stood proudly in the ring as Brian and I did the X's with our hands and Sean did the pyro crotch-chops with Terri on her knees. Man – did I have the patented McMahon-Helmsley look down? It was so suitable to the moment, and I clearly learned from the best. Brian grabbed a mic as the lights came back on.

"Alright: Hershey – Pennsylvania!!!" He shouted as the entire arena burst in cheer. Even though we were playing heels, there was nothing like a good name-drop to pull a cheer from the crowd. "Welcome to the dog-house!!...Now the dog is out here with X to the P to the A to the C with his new beauty TORI and Kaylin my..baby--"

BOOM!

As expected, (or, unexpected by the crowd) Brian was cut off as the red pyros lit onstage and red light filled the arena. The audience boomed in uproar and cheers for my father as he made his legendary entrance through the flames. I noticed as he did his angry storm down the ramp and he adjusted his gloved right hand, and flipped the wet hair out of his face.

"Get back and remember your cue!" Brian warned me and Terri, motioning for us to get out of the ring.

The two of us nodded and quickly made a break for the apron and slid to the floor. Tony did the same. My father didn't need to be introduced, I laughed. Terri pulled me to her side as we stood by the announcer table. Funny as hell though, I kept hearing King's remarks about 'Tori' – oh if it was one thing King was known for, it was his subtly lewd quips about the divas. They didn't seem to mind, though – it was all in good fun! Terri was a great girl to hang out with. Not only did she and Trish support me, but they accepted me and we had so much fun on and off stage.

"Hey, I think Michael's checking you out!" she whispered to me, acknowledging Michael Cole with an in-character glare.

Turning my head, I saw in my peripheral view that he was indeed, checkin' out the goods. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh joy!" But the laughing had to stop quickly because the cameras were almost always on us, watching us to see if we'd make any stupid moves to make the boys lose by DQ. Damn, it was always expected! We watched for a while at ringside, cheering on Sean and Brian when finally, Sean had my dad at the turnbuckles. There was my cue!

"Good luck, girl." She winked at me, jumping up on the apron to distract the ref. "Tim! Get over here!" she shouted at the assigned referee.

The irate crowd booed the fact that the ref was so easily distracted but quickly moving past it, I knew it was my time to shine. Grabbing the chair from under Tony Chimmel, I jumped onto the apron and slid into the ring with a chair behind my dad. He ducked under Brian's arm and he came charging at me clothesline. With the wrestling skills I had obtained, I fell back and landed hard on the canvas to make it look as believable as possible. It wasn't that hard; with all the momentum he'd built up, I pretty much flew across the canvas! I rolled over to the side to give Brian and my dad more room to fight. Terri got down and ran over to help me, pulling me out of the ring to prevent me from being stomped on by the men in the ring.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, her hair tousled and in her face as she knelt above me.

I lay on the padded floor slowly 'regaining' consciousness. "Yeah. I'm going to do something, so go with it, and ahead of time: I'm sorry!"

"Hey--no apologies. It's all in the biz!" she laughed softly, trying not to get too much attention.

"Alright." I stood up, leaning on the apron. I acted hurt, when Terri tried to help me and I angrily ripped away from her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed.

"Get away from me, you stupid skank!" I yelled back, looking at her with confused and angry eyes. "What do I think I'm doing? Leave me alone!" Turning heel, I started to walk up the ramp, only to be yanked back by my hair. Thank God it was all in a ponytail.

"No! You get back here, we got to watch the boys in this match!" Terri pulled me back and I quickly turned and speared her. The crowd went wild. I know it was the cheesy phrase when things got going like this, but it was the only way to describe it. Looking up, I shook my head as the match went on between my dad and Brian (Sean, at this point, was nowhere to be seen) – and I knew what I had to go and do now. Grabbing the chair, I hopped into the ring and saw my dad fall to his knees under Brian's right hands. He motioned over to me and confusedly looked over at the fallen "Tori" and there was my moment. Chair-shot to the face!
I couldn't help but see the priceless faces of Michael and King as they nearly rose from their seats on the announce table. Dropping the metal weapon, I watched as Brian hit the mat and I raised my dad's hand in victory, beginning to showcase him to the crowd with pride.

But my moment was quickly ended by an unexpected spinkick form Sean.

I blacked out.