Maryse walked to her boyfriend's locker room. Today was their anniversary, and she was excited to give him his gift.
Mike had never been one to show affection, but he'd promised her that tonight would be different. Tonight, he'd give her what she'd been looking forward to.
Knocking on the door, she didn't get an answer. So she pushed open the door and stopped.
Mike was making out with Mickie James.
Maryse stalked over to her boyfriend, pulled him away from the Diva, and slapped him.
"Comment pourriez-vous? Je t'ai fait confiance, Michael, et vous faites cela? J'en ai fini avec vous. Nous sommes plus!", she said with tears in her eyes.
"Maryse, baby, wait!"
She turned to look at him with a deadly glare.
"Non, tout simplement pas. Je ne peux pas gérer ce droit maintenant."
"Fine, go! You were a damn burden anyway."
She ran from the room to the parking lot, looking for someone to ride with.

Kane threw his bag into the back of his truck. He'd had a bad night, and wanted nothing more than to go home.
As he put the trunk down, he heard someone crying and looked around.
He saw Maryse on her phone, obviously upset.
"Beth, just help me! I need a ride."
Kane tilted his head. Where was Mizanin?
She got off the phone and put her head in her hands, and he'd seen enough.
"Maryse? Are you okay?"
The French-Canadian raised her head to look at him tearfully.
"Non."
Gently, he raised her chin with his finger.
"Come with me."
"What?"
He grabbed her bag and put it in the back of the car, then took her hand and led her to the passenger side of the truck.
"Come to the hotel with me, Maryse. It'll be fine."
She looked back at the door of the arena, where Mike was yelling her name, then back at the man in front of her.
"I'll go."
Maryse got in the car after placing a kiss on Glenn's cheek.
"Merci, mon amour."
Glenn smiled.
"Pas de problème."
"I didn't know you spoke French, Glenn."
He shrugged.
"Just something I picked up."
She smiled.
"Interesting habit to pick up."
"I know. But hey, if I ever go to France, I'm good."
Maryse laughed, the sound filling the truck and making Glenn's heart warm. She was beautiful, he thought to himself.
"If you don't mind my asking, why didn't you go with Mike tonight?"
Her face fell.
"I caught him cheating on me with Mickie James."
Kane growled. That bastard.
"Why would he do that to you?"
"I've been asking myself the same question."

They arrived at the hotel in record time, and Maryse walked through the doors with a wave. Kane followed, carrying her bag. Maryse reached for it, but he shrugged her off.
"It's fine, Maryse. I can carry it."
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden."
He looked at her with something like a mixture of pity, anger, and sadness.
"You aren't a burden. If anything, I'm delighted to help the damsel in distress."
Maryse giggled.
"My knight in black and red tights, non?"
"Oui, Mademoiselle."
She stopped at the sight of her ex with his arm around Mickie's waist. Kane looked over and growled, starting to walk over before the French blonde pulled him back.
"He isn't worth it, Kane. Please don't."
He looked down, seeing the black streaks go down her face, and sighed.
"You're staying with me tonight."
"I don't want to be-"
"Damn it Maryse, you are not a burden! I don't know what Mizanin said to you to make you feel that way, but it isn't true!"
She looked up at him with teary eyes.
"I-I'm n-not?"
He lifted her chin with his hand so she could look him in the eye.
"Non, mon amour. You are beautiful, and I'm helping you because I want to."
Without thinking, she kissed him. She was so grateful for him at that moment, because Mike came near them and froze.
"So you were cheating on me with this freak? And you had the nerve to yell at me?"
Kane lunged for the man, tackling him to the floor and punching him endlessly.
"Keep your mouth shut, Mizanin! You don't deserve someone as perfect as Maryse, you bastard. Now get out of my face before I kill you!"
Maryse stopped breathing when he called her perfect.
"Glenn!"
He turned to look at her, then got up and walked away. She followed him to his, well their, room, and laid down on one of the large beds.
"It's perfect, chiot!"
"Glad you like it, sweetheart."
She sat on her knees and looked up at him.
"What does this make us?"
He tilted his head, looking too adorable, and thought for a moment.
"Whatever you want us to be, Maryse."
Maryse smiled.
"Can I, I mean do you care if I- Would it be okay if I-?"
He knew what she wanted, so he walked over and kissed her, crawling onto the bed.
"Don't ever ask to kiss me, sweetheart."
She winked up at him and flipped over as they shared a passionate makeout session.
After all, when was the next time Kane would save a damsel in distress?