The arena was packed when they got there, but Jason had secured them some special tickets, courtesy of his contacts at the stadium and they were led right to the front. Tahni banged her hands on the barrier and jumped up and down, barely able to contain her excitement. She got out one of her cameras and took some shots of the arena, before turning to Michael and tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, pointing excitedly to the ring. "Look, Mikey! Look!" Michael peered in the direction she was pointing, then lifted his eyebrows. "It's a wrestling ring." This earned him a swift slap upside the head and Tahni shook her head in an exasperated way. "It's the wrestling ring, Mikey! Oh just look at it! It's so pretty." Michael looked at her like she was insane, but she was just gazing at the ring as if it were the most beautiful painting she had ever seen. "O..kay." He smirked and sat down on one of the seats they had been allocated. Tahni didn't sit. She was too excited.
She screamed and started bouncing again as the show started. Michael found her enthusiasm very amusing. Of course, he loved the WWE as well, but he was a dedicated Raw fan. Tahni just loved it all. She wasn't the only one. Most of the crowd were on their feet right from the start. Tahni was momentarily fascinated by the many banners that people had made, laughing at some of the things written on them. She wished she'd made one. She pouted a little, but focused again as the first match started. She was clapping and booing along with everyone else and Michael briefly wondered if she might lose her voice. The thought made him laugh. He couldn't imagine Tahni without her voice. She never shut up.
The night went by far too quickly and before they knew it, it was the last match. Tahni had really been looking forward to this one. For weeks, Kane had been stalking Chris Jericho, trying to send the other man mad and tonight was their first one-on-one match. As was mentioned previously, Tahni had trouble telling the difference between the superstars in the ring and when they were backstage. She was terrified of Kane, but followed him avidly none-the-less. For some strange reason, that Michael couldn't quite understand, he was one of her favourite wrestlers. When the sound of Slow Chemical came on and the pyros went off, Tahni almost fainted. She was just so excited!
The match was a no DQ so there was plenty of action. Up to this point, the night had been fantastic, but it was about to take a very strange twist. One that no-one, not even the superstars in the ring were expecting. Tahni was frantically taking pictures, but was also completely absorbed in the match. She gasped and winced every time Jericho went down. She jumped back suddenly when he came flying towards the barrier where they were, courtesy of Kane. Her camera dropped out of her hand as Kane advanced on Chris with a chair raised above his head. They were both within touching distance. Tahni forget herself, she was so into the moment. She was screaming, leaning over the barrier a little. "No! No, stop! Kane, stop! Don't hurt him!"
That's when it happened. Kane's eyes met hers. He saw the frantic, frightened green orbs, so impossibly big, looking out at him from a face that was pretty in the most innocent, pixie-like way. She was breathing hard, her hand outstretched towards him and behind the fear, the absolute terror was something…tender? This was bizarre. People were starting to notice. He'd been looking at her for too long. Chris noticed as well and quickly took advantage. He smacked Kane over the head with his own steel chair, knocking him down. He then dragged him into the ring and got the pin. 1...2...3!
Here is your winner; Chris Jericho!
Tahni was reeling. She'd just looked into the eyes of a monster! Jericho swiftly left the ring, but Kane remained where he was. He snatched the mic and then turned his eyes on the crowd. They searched for a moment, only a moment, before landing on Tahni. He had an idea. One that was probably going to get him into a lot of trouble, but he was curious. "You." His voice was a growl, furious and menacing. Tahni squeaked and cowered, frozen to the spot. Kane thundered out of the ring and bore down upon her. "You cost me my match!" Tahni screamed when his hand suddenly found her hair. It didn't hurt, but it was a firm grip. She felt his lips near her ear and then a frantic whisper. "Grab my wrist, follow my lead. Don't worry. I wont hurt you." She stared at him and hand no idea what was going on, but felt him tugging her hair slightly and automatically followed his instructions. She was terrified. At this point she'd have done the funky chicken dance if he'd told her to. She grabbed his wrist in both hands and held on. She was light so he was easily able to lift her by the hold on his arm and put no pressure on her hair. He dragged her over the barrier and up, into the ring. He pulled her head back, her hand still wrapped around his massive wrist. "What's your name?!" He bellowed into the mic, then held it near her mouth.
"T-Tahni Cauldwell." She stammered, utterly and completely on the edge of passing out from fright. Kane pulled the mic away again and now addressed the crowd. "This…woman, cost me my match. That distracting little face.." His face came dangerously close to hers, his voice sounding on the edge of sanity. He snapped his head back up again. "And that means, she has to be punished! So all of you out there with a mind to distracting me, bear this in mind! I always win in the end!" He then threw the microphone down and dragged Tahni from the ring. He wasn't hurting her, but she was still shaking with fear. He picked her up as she stumbled and threw her over his shoulder. She kicked and scream and fought as he took her up the ramp and backstage.
