"Get up." Kane pushed lightly on Freyja's shoulder. "We have to be at the rental place in 45 minutes."

Freyja sat up, rubbing the side of her head, willing her body and mind awake. She looked over at Kane, already fully dressed and doing his final sweep of the hotel room. "You are going to drive to Seattle?"

Kane grunted, but didn't look towards her. "I try to avoid flying at all costs."

"Afraid of heights?" Freyja teased daringly. She stood and threw on what she could find clean in her suitcase.

"Try being seven feet tall and 300 pounds on an airplane." he scoffed. He wasn't keen on planes, mostly having to be curled up in the fetal position, if he fit at all. Driving was a bitch, yes, but at least he could pull over to stand whenever he wanted, instead of having to vault over someone's grandma and stay at attention in the world's smallest bathrooms.

"Fair enough." Freyja went into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her.

The water started running behind the closed bathroom door, and Kane breathed, bringing a large paw down the side of his face. He wasn't looking forward to spending 10 hours in a car with someone else. Lita had always flown, and he'd gotten quite used to the solitude the highways offered him.

When Freyja exited the restroom, she looked like a new woman, makeup done, hair brushed, and she was chatting on the phone quickly and softly.

"Ondo egongo da, Andone, Minneapolis-ekin bilduko naiz." She hung up, looking at Kane's puzzled, bulbous face. She smiled uneasily. "It was Andone. He'll meet us in Minneapolis, no need for him to come, I'm not fighting."

Kane inclined his head, throwing his bag over his shoulder, waiting as patiently as he could for her to get her shit together. "Ready?"

"Ready." Freyja said as she got what was left of her things and shoved them in the bag. To her suprise, Kane took the bag right from her hands, throwing it over his shoulder before ushering her out the door.

~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~

Freyja watched as the pine trees whirred past the SUV Kane had rented. According to the rental guy, it was damn near the only car they had he would fit in comfortably. This was fine, and Freyja kept ironing out details of what exactly she was going to do. Lita had to offer retribution, Vince had to pay. They had conspired against her, against Kane. They had been decitful and meddling, and the best anyone could do was say, 'sorry that Kane is your husband'? No, Kane was not the problem. They were the problem, and they would admit it by year's end.

Kane was okay. He hadn't hurt her or spoken overly crossly. He was quite adamant about the fact that she was his property, but she would tackle the respect issue when she had less on her plate. Just because things could be worse, with Kane, didn't make any of this right.

"Kane?" Freyja whispered into the passengers seat window, endless green rushing past. Kane, forgetting Freyja was even awake, snapped his attention to her a little faster than he would have, she had startled him.

"Hm?" Kane hummed.

"Do you resent me for what happened with Lita?" She rested the back of her head against the door, her eyes not looking at him.

Kane huffed. He didn't want to have this conversation. But, he was under some sort of obligation to be honest with his own wife. "No."

Freyja shifted. It was an answer, at least, even if it wasn't much of one. She'd hoped he was as angry as she. She prayed he'd listen to her.

"I'm trying, Kane."

"I know."

Freyja pinched the bridge of her nose. He wasn't giving her anything to work with. "But, haven't you ever been angry about it?"

Surely he had, they were only married a few days ago. She still didn't know anything about him, and she was almost afraid to ask about him. He certainly never asked about her. All he asked from her was obedience, ownership, and a warm body to lie in his bed.

"I haven't stopped being angry since Monday." Kane gritted his teeth, whiting his knuckles on the steering wheel. Freyja was just a distraction, something to keep him from being too angry. Something to keep him from setting out on a revenge quest through the WWE. Little did he know his distraction was going to press him to do just that.

"They aren't going to get away with it, I'm going to make damn sure." Freyja's biting words piqued Kane's interest.

"Oh? And I suppose you're going to stop them?" he laughed bitterly. What was this woman? 5'2? She wasn't going to make damn sure of anything.

Freyja turned her body to better face him, hands folding on the center console. She stared at the side of her husband's face as his attention was fixed on the highway before them. All she uttered was, "Yes."

"And just how do you expect to do that?" Kane didn't believe her. She was just angry, and soon, she'd get over it. She'd just be a timid, subjugated wife for him after the dust settled. He wasn't sure if he wanted that, he kind of liked an angry woman.

Freyja inhaled, on her breath out, she set in. "I don't hate you Kane. Not nearly as much as I expected to. But that doesn't make anything they've done right."

Kane nodded, but said nothing, grinding his teeth. Freyja watched the way his jaw clenched tight, then relaxed.

"I'm going to make sure they know. I'm going to make sure they regret the day they deceived us, Kane. I will tear the WWE and everything it stands for to the ground, I will burn every arena to ashes and I will kick the ass of every soul in that god-forsaken organization for a chance at retribution. They will have their comeuppance, because I will wreak havoc on RAW until they do."

Kane nodded again, "And I'll ask again, how do you expect to do that?"

"I'll tell you, but I need you to back me on this. I can't do it without you." Freyja hated to admit it, but it was true. She was going to need him.

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't?" Kane pressed, his attention now fully on Freyja. He smiled his gap-toothed smile, the smile that made spines chill, and Freyja laid out her plans to the Demon she shared a space with.

~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~

After Freyja had finished telling Kane her plan, conversation flowed a little easier. Kane had to admit, he was impressed with the sheer force of will in the girl. Her plan ended with getting Lita and Vince to admit something they never would, even if they knew it to be true. Which meant he and his new wife could continue to terrorize the other Divas and Superstars for as long as they physically could.

Finally willing to talk, Kane learned many things about his new wife. How she loved the cold, and was happiehappiest when RAW toured the North, he learned about her country, her language, her family. She lerned about his childhood, his family, his weird obsession/fear thing with fire. It wasn't anywhere near as well as they should know each other to be wed, but at least they knew each others favorite colors.

It was after dark during a quiet moment that Kane began to feel the almost non stop 8 hours of driving. His eyelids felt heavy and his arms were weak. The car was warm, and it was dark outside. He didn't quite feel when he began to space off, didn't really notice when the lines got blurry. He didn't feel the rumble strip and he definitely didn't hear it. What he did hear, was his wife's fearful voice screaming,

"KANE!"

Kane's eyes snapped open, jerking the steering wheel back onto the road in barely em ou ugh time to not run off it. He gasped, his breaths coming in ragged and shallow. He felt a hand on his arm, Freyja, gasping said,

"Why don't I drive for a while?"

Kane shrugged her hand off and cracked his neck. "I'm fine." he lied

He didn't want to trust her behind the wheel, in truth. When he drove, he could control where they went, and he liked to have control.

Of course, so did Vince McMahon, and that obsession was about to kick him in the ass.

~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~

"Accompanied to the ring by Freyja Kutlass, KANE!" the announcer's voice rang clear through the speakers as he led the way out to the arena. Freyja trailed after him, dressed in her ring gear, and they walked out to the guitar riffs and various pyro that Kane had orchestrated into an entrance. The crowd cheered, suprisingly, and she walked, tall and straight behind her husband.

Lita thought it was a little odd that Kane let Freyja come out to the ring with him, after all the shit she'd pulled being out there.

"Aww, look! They're already managing each other! That's so sweet!" Edge joked, wrapping his arms around Lita and resting his chin on the crown of her head. Lita laughed and relaxed slightly. She supposed she should be happy. She was free, and Freyja wasn't dead or hid in a torture chamber... yet.

As the pair neared the ring, Kane turned around to lift his wife and kissed her a little more passionately than was really necessary for live public television. Freyja wasn't expecting it, but it was a nice touch to their little performance, and she sold as best she could. She heard a few gasps and "Oooooooo"s and even a few "Gross!" remarks from younger fans as she made it very clear she had slipped her tongue into Kane's mouth. When they parted, Freyja smirked directly at the camera, and Lita, watching backstage, knew that little freakshow was meant for her. She felt herself throw up a little bit. How could she want to kiss that man?

Kane ascended the steel stairs, skirting the turnbuckle and stepping over the top rope into the ring with The Big Show. It seemed a pretty fair match, and Freyja desperately hoped Kane would win. She couldn't possibly deliver her message after a loss, and would have to wait yet another week. If he lost, her speech would fall flat, and this was not something she wanted to fall flat. From the floor, she saw the two men size each other up, before the ref pushed them back from each other and retreated a safe distance.

The bell rang, and Big Show went right in for the kill, bull rushing Kane with a mighty roar. The smaller man simply side stepped and let his oppenent run head first into the turn buckle, turning to grab his head and ram it into the corresponding post, throwing Big show on the ground with force. He wanted to win, obviously, but not only for the win. He was never good with words and, after Freyja had relayed her plans to torment Vince and Lita, he had no doubt she would make an excellent mouthpiece to portray the fury the couple rightfully felt.

Big Show was subjected to a large boot, driving forcefully into the center of his chest. Again and again Kane stomped onto his torso, until Show was forced to roll out of the ring with very little grace. Kane was a dog on the hunt, not letting Big Show gain any sort of traction, he lept after the giant. Decsending from the ring, Kane kept his eyes locked on his target. Big show stood and took a few swings at him, landing a hard kick to the stomach and a few elbows before shoving Kane back into the retaining wall where fans gazed in amazement at the battle of Titans that raged on before them.

As the larger man began to rain fury upon the accursed body of her husband, Freyja felt a light sense of anticipation. He was starting to win, and she prayed Kane would do something soon. His foot connected with his opponents shin, but it hardly did any good as he was manhandled back into the ring. Big show rolled Kane over to face the heavens Fter making his own way in the ring, and dropped a heavy elbow before going for the pin.

1...

2...

Kick-out!

Freyja breathed a quick sigh of relief as Kane rolled up to stand, dragging Big show up by his head to bounce off the ropes for a clothesline. Kane's massive forearm connected with Big Show's neck and the superstar was back on the ground, flailing wildly, desperately gasping for air. Kane laughed at his adversary's suffering, circling like a hawk, taking pleasure in Big Show's failure to breath. He dragged Big Show up once more, only for his set up to back fire as a heavy uppercut landed in Kane's gut.

Freyja thought quick, reaching under the apron and grabbing a folding chair. She slipped a shoe off, while Big Show's attention was on beating Kane to a pulp. Carefully, she took aim and released, her boot pegging the side of his head. His attention switched over to Freyja, and he shoved the referee roughly into the turnbuckle on his way there. As the ref was writhing in pain, his head hanging low, she slid the chair past the Big Show, for it to skid to Kane's feet.

Kane's vision came back into focus at the suprising absence of Big Show's walloping blows to him. Looking around, he saw the referee, arms wrapped about the ropes, his body hanging limply and motionlessly on the turnbuckle. He felt a light tap on his boot, and saw beneath him a chair, looking up in confusion, he caught his opponent, his heavy frame lurching toward Freyja. Like lightning, Kane pucked up the chair he'd been given and brought its surface area around to slam into the back of Big Show's skull. His body fell forward, over the ropes, and dropped like a sand bag unceremoniously at Freyja's feet.

Kane tossed the chair aside, Freyja rounding the ring to shove it back under the ring before the ref came to. Shaking the buzz from his head, he looked up to see Kane lift a barely concious Big Show back into the ring amid a chorous of "Boos".

Big Show made a vain attempt to rise, but was caught quite by suprise by Kane's hand wrapped around his throat, gripping tightly as his body was held aloft and the slammed into the ground. As Kane went in for the pin, the ref willed himself with all his might to run to the shouders of the man pinned and count.

1...

2...

3...

And the bell rang. Kane was declared winner of the match. Freyja smiled wide as Big Show squirmed on the ground and Kane walked over to the ropes to reach above them and help his wife up into the ring. Now was the moment of truth. She was led to the center of the ring, lifting Kane's hand and showing him off to the people as his opponent rolled out of the ring, shamed and defeated. She made as big of a show as she could of Kane's victory as the announcer climbed into the ring to announce them off.

Before she got a chance, her microphone was ripped away quite forcefully by a demons hand, and placed reverently in the palm of his wife. Freyja finished putting her shoe back on after it's assault on her husband's adversary.

The war would start now. As the announcer protested, only to be silenced by a murderous stare from the monster in the ring, Freyja lifted the microphone to her lips. The arena was still erupting from the theft of the mic, yet all seemed to go silent as Freyja spoke to the WWE universe.

"So, I'm sure you all know what happened last week."