A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone you recognize, just those you don't. Also I don't own Stan, he owns himself, even though HBK might've scrambled his brains. This chapter has been revamped, mainly due to the fact that it wasn't heading the way I wanted it to it gave a whiny Kane to deal with and I already have Vince in there so I don't need another whiny muse rattling around, so most of this is the same, but there are some changes. As always, loves to all my readers and Hugz and Cyber Cookies to my reviewers. On with the Fic.

He didn't know when it happened, but Dallas was soon the acting handler of the Brothers of Destruction. He walked each on down to the ring, hell he even got in the ring to stop some of the more mindless violence that had a way of breaking out. Not that he did that all the time, in fact he found that he liked the fear that the others had in their eyes when they looked at him. It gave him a sense of power having some of the biggest or the baddest casting their eyes to the side or moving out of his way for fear of pissing him off. It had been a month and half since Twisted disappeared and Kane had gone on a hell bent rage to cause as much damage as he possibly could. Kofi had been put on medical leave for injuries from a match with Kane, as had Jimmy, Miz, CM Punk, Dreamer, Burke, even Batista had been put down by Kane.

They were standing in the gorilla waiting for the all clear for them to go down. A stage hand nervously approached the trio and let them know that it was ok to down before he scurried away quickly. Kane's music hit and Dallas lead the little group down the ramp, Taker and Kane walking side by side slowly, neither looking to the side as they approached the ring. They slid in under the bottom rope and stood on each side of Dallas, identical frowns marring their faces as Dallas raised the mic to his lips.

"Bam! You cowardly sonofabitch, where is my sister?" He yelled, noticing that the crowd was echoing him with "Where's Twisted?" chants. "What's the matter big man, afraid to show your face? Afraid to face three men your own size?" Dallas started pacing around the ring as he spoke. "Ah, I get it, you're such a big man that you can only handle small and defenseless females..."

"Dallas, you must not know your sister too well if you consider her defenseless." Bam countered as he stepped out on the stage, showing why he was only hired muscle.

"Where is she?" Kane growled into Dallas's mic, his body fairly vibrating with the need to cause bodily harm to the moron up on the stage.

"Let's just say, she's enjoying some southern hospitality." Bam smiled as Kane went for the ropes but was hauled back Taker. "And for your information Kane, she came to me. Begging me to take her away from you, she said she wanted a real man. It was a preplanned plot for me to come and get her using Chavo as a decoy."

"You lie." Dallas breathed into the mic, his eyes scanning the man looking for some sort of sign that would give him away. "All we want is my sister back."

"Too bad, I'm thinking that I'm going to keep her. And Kane, I must say, you have trained her well." Bam grinned again as he walked back off the stage.

Taker still had a hold of Kane but the sudden right hand from him broke the hold. Before Taker could recover or Dallas could get a hold of him, he was out of the ring and heading back up the ramp. Dallas and Taker looked at each other and followed suit, Dallas sliding under the ropes and Taker climbing through them. They rushed up the ramp and cleared the curtain, only to stop when they seen the destruction that littered the back stage area. Speakers were turned over, wires strewn about and Stan, poor Stan was laying on the ground holding his throat and writhing in pain. Dallas walked over and bent down, placing a hand on Stans' shoulder watching as he recoiled from the touch.

"Hey man, it's cool, just tell us where he went." Dallas spoke soothingly, the poor man had been through enough already.

"T-t-that way." Stan pointed off to his left.

"Thanks man."

Dallas and Taker started down the hallway checking each room they came across, hoping that they found the two men before Kane killed him, after all they wanted a piece of him as well. A loud bang from the last door on the right made them jump and they hurried down and pushed the door open. Only to find Kane alone in the room and attacking the poor defenseless lockers, a picture lying on the floor by his feet. Taker approached Kane and grabbed him a bear hug, struggling to hold his arms at his sides, and Dallas bent down and picked up the picture.

"Is he retarded? You would think that Noble would know better, especially after what had happened last time." Dallas exploded as he showed the picture to Taker. "Let him go, we have some planning to do for SmackDown."

Dallas waited until Kane calmed down then the three of them left the destroyed room, heading back to their locker room to change back into their street clothes, leaving the arena shortly after.

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Twisted had lost all sense of time, she figured that she had been gone a few weeks but she really couldn't be sure. The only thing that she knew for certainty was that she had lost the baby, she had bled too much not to have lost it. The only thing that helped her through was the kindness from Jamie. He brought her aspirin for the pain and made sure that she had food when ever she seemed hungry. He went and bought her shower gear and new clothes, knowing that at one point she would want to clean herself and change out of the clothes that she had been abducted in. The entire time he never touched her other than the first day when he had to help her to the bathroom. They were sitting on bed watching some local channel when the door bust open and Bam came in, laughing.

"What?" Noble asked, Twisted hadn't said a word after she came too the second time.

"I'm in his head, soon that title will be around my waist." He walked over and trailed his finger down her cheek, laughing as she glared at him. "Come now little girl, I'm not that bad."

Twisted turned her head and went back to watching the t.v., ignoring Bam altogether. That only made him mad and he pushed her down onto the bed, his face mere inches from hers. Her eyes were cold as she looked back at him, she didn't even move when he kissed her even though her body was revolted by the feel of his lips on hers.

"Come on now Bam. You don't want this on your head too, it's bad enough that you kidnapped her to begin with. Kane's gonna tear you apart for that alone, but if he finds out that you slept with her too, there won't be enough of you left to bury." Jamie jumped in, pushing the bigger man off of her.

"Ya know Jamie, I don't think he'll mind all that much. He didn't seem to worried that she was gone, hell her little brother was more tore up than Kane."

Bam watched as his words hit home, Twisted lowered her head and turned over onto her side, sobbing quietly. Grinning he left the bed and walked into the bathroom, whistling some tune off key. Jamie went over and laid down besides her, pulling her against his chest and stroking her hair, letting her cry until she fell asleep. Jamie wasn't stupid, the only reason that he even threw his lot in with Bam was to be the "good" kidnapper in the scenario. Bam didn't have enough brains in his head to even make the plan work. Had it been up to him, she would have still been bloody, hungry and bound at wrist and ankle. He knew that Bam was lying about Kane's reaction, hell he had been overly protective before they even started seeing one another, and then the beating that he had taken in the ring at the hands of both of them spoke louder than words ever could. But Jamie wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste, he still had feeling for Twisted and he was going to take his time and win her over, after all a monster like Kane didn't deserve a beauty like Twisted. And if nothing still didn't come of it, he could always use his niceness to her as his ace in the hole for protection against the Brothers.

Bam came back out and seen the two of them curled up on the bed together.

"Let him have her, there's no telling what diseases she has after sleeping with Kane and his brother." He thought as he stretched out on the other bed, falling into a sound sleep.

She laid awake and waited until Bam's breathing slowed down and evened out, she quietly pulled herself out of Jamie's grasp and slid off the bed. Her feet were whisper quiet as she walked over to the door of the room. She didn't bother with shoes as she slipped out the door, pulling it slightly shut so that she could slip back in without making too much noise. She sneaked over to Bam's car, at least she hoped it was Bam's car, and opened the passenger door as quietly as she could. She opened the glove box and looked around for the trunk button, she found it towards the back and pushed, wincing at how loud the trunk releasing sounded in the still of the parking lot.

A noise to her right had her looking up, thinking that Bam had heard it and was coming to get her. She laughed nervously when she seen that it was just a stray cat darting into the bushes at the corner of the hotel. She walked around to the back of the car and started searching the trunk for something heavy. She found it a few minutes later when she found a 4-way tire iron. She closed the trunk quietly and walked back to the room, slipping in as quietly as she had left. She hid the tire iron under the bed and climbed back in next to Jamie, sucking in a breath as the mattress complained. She drifted off to sleep plotting about when and where she was going to strike.

2 Days Later

Twisted's quiet vigilance paid off, Jamie had ran into town for some odds and ends, giving Twisted the perfect opportunity to strike. Bam was laying on the bed watching t.v. disinterestedly, his eyes fluttering closed every once and a while. She watched as he finally fell asleep, his breathing deepening and finally slowing. As quietly as she could she tiptoed over to the bed and knelt down, feeling around for the iron. Panic ceased her when she couldn't feel it, she flattened herself against the floor and peeked under thinking that Bam had found it and gotten rid of it.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she seen it only been pushed alittle further under the bed. The minute her hand wrapped around the cool steel she felt her darker side take over. Rising to her feet she turned and advanced on Bam's sleeping form, a grim smile on her face. The first strike hadn't connected all that hard and Bam's eyes flew open. The second one landed with a satisfying crack to his arm. He yelled out and lunged at her from the bed. In her surprise she dropped the iron and put her hands up to defend herself. Bam's momentum toppled them onto the other bed, and snarling he started swinging on her with his good arm.

Twisted brought her hand up to block him, but accidentally raked him from forehead to chin with her nails instead. Blood started flowing down his face and dripped steadily onto her chest. Using his temporary blindness she pushed against his chest with both her hands to semi standing position and then used her feet to send him sailing backwards onto the other bed. She jumped to her feet and grabbed the dropped iron, swinging viciously as she towered over him. She knew that she had connected with his hands repeatedly and hit his chest, but she couldn't remember if she had gotten his head. She stopped when she realized that he was no longer defending himself, his arms lying limply at his sides.

"I killed him." The statement was said without emotion, and she checked his pulse just to make sure, "Nope, bastard is still alive."

She thought about finishing him off, but a second more blood thirsty thought entered her head. She'd take his half dead carcass to SmackDown and leave him to the mercy of Taker. She dug through his pockets until she found his cell phone. She kicked him as she sat down on the bed and dialed the only person she knew would help her and not ask too many questions.

"Hey Kevin...yea it's me...I need your help."

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SmackDown

Taker stood in the ring by himself, Dallas had removed his cape and was seated at the announcers table, Kane sitting quietly by his side. He looked around before he raised the mic to his lips and held it there, making the fans and those in the back wait.

"I'm here tonight to demand the return of my brother's valet. She had been taken against her will by two cowardly men." Taker paced as the footage from Tuesday played on the Titantron, the fans booing and hissing at Bams' speech. "Now normally it wouldn't be that big of a deal, valets come and go, but this one was more than a valet, she's my valet's sister, which makes her family, and she's carrying my brothers child." The silence that greeted that last statement made Taker smile. "That's right, she's carrying the future of sports entertainment in her womb, a new generation of domination..." He was cut off by the lights going down and Twisted's original music blaring from the speakers.

The Titantron flickered to life as the lights came back up and Twisted appeared on the screen sitting in an empty room.

"Undertaker, you flatter me with your words, family? That means alot coming from you seeing as we all know how you treat family. But before we talk, here I have a present for your brother." The lights went down again and Taker felt the ring rebound as something heavy was dropped on it, the lights went up and Bam's bloody, unconscious body lay before him. "I figured that it took the two of us to make the life that he stole from me, so it is only fitting that it take two of us to end his miserable existence. Sorry there isn't much left, a mothers rage is a scary thing. Now I come to you tonight to request a match. I want a No DQ Handicap Tag Team Match with you and your brother, as the main event tonight. A stage hand will be waiting for your answer. And Taker, good job in the TLC match you were in, you preformed well for an old man."

"Twisted, why wait for my answer? I'll give it to you now, we accept."

"Foolish old man." She hissed. "So be it, until our match boys."

The Titantron blinked off and Taker was left in the ring staring down at Bam's carcass, if she hadn't of given him a clue as to who he was he wouldn't have known. His face was covered in blood, there were long gashes, fingernail like, on his cheek over his eye. A long cut was on his forehead and was steadily bleeding, his arms were cut and bruised and his fingers looked like they had been broken. The mat dipped and Taker knew without a doubt that Kane had joined him, and probably Dallas as well. Bam groaned and moved slightly, only to have a boot ribs from Kane, there was sickening crack and Bam stopped moving, his breathing became labored and EMTs swarmed the ring, but they didn't get there quick enough. Kane picked him up and choke slammed him, staring at the blood on his hand when he let go in a dazed sort of way. Finally they got the broken man out of the ring and to the back, Taker and Kane still standing in the ring, staring at where he had been.

Henson, still slightly afraid after Kane's attack on him, walked over and asked them to vacate the ring so that the matches could start. Without a word they left, Dallas joining them on the ramp.

MainEvent

The lights went down and Twisteds pyros and music hit, she walked onto the stage bouncing on the balls of her feet before she started down the ramp. She got in the ring and leaned back against the turnbuckle, waiting for Taker and Kane to make their entrances. The gong sounded and the lights went down as Kane's stage pyros went off, both men stood on the stage and stared down, taking in the woman that stood alone in the middle of the ring. As one they walked down, and Twisted could see that Kane was taking measured steps.

Kane stared at her, she was wearing black leather pants and a black leather bustier top that ended just under her breasts, her hair had been left down and it floated around her as she leaned nonchalantly against the turnbuckle, a sardonic smile on her face. He didn't want to do this, he wanted to rush the ring and pull her into a hug, to kiss her, to make her his once more. They reached the ring and stepped through the ropes, standing just feet away from Twisted. She smiled as she seen Kane's hands twitch, she knew what he wanted, but she'd be damned it she give in. She frowned as she thought about what Bam had been spouting off while he had her, she hadn't want to believe any of it, but after what Taker had said earlier, she had no choice. The ref rang the bell and Taker made the choice to be the first one out.

"What's the matter little girl, regretting your request?" Taker asked, as they locked up.

"I regret nothing." She ground out as she took him to mat by taking his legs out from under him.

Twisted rushed the ropes and rebounded, hitting Taker with leg drop driving the wind from him. While he was down she ducked out of the ring and pulled out a steel chair, sliding into the ring she raised it and waited for him to get to his feet, then she brought down hard on his back, knocking face first into the mat. She continued the assault on him with chair until it was pulled from her grasp. Whirling around she seen that Kane had grabbed it and had tossed it out of the ring, he stood there staring at her with fire in eyes, but not the fire that she wanted. She wanted his hate, his anger, not his desire, his desire made it harder to do what she knew she had to do to win. Without a second thought she low blowed him, then cold cocked him when he was down to her level.

She felt the mat vibrate and seen that Taker was getting to his feet, she speared him back to the mat and started unloading on his face and head, grinning when she connected with his nose, hearing it snap. A minute later she was dangling a few feet above the air, Kane had her in a belly to back bear hug and was wrenching her from side to side. He then flipped her around and pulled off a side walk slam, holding her higher than normal so that there wasn't that the impact wasn't as bad, big mistake. When he went to roll to the side to get to his feet, she reached out and grabbed his ankle, yanking hard and putting him face first back on the mat.

She then scrambled over and straddled his leg, wrenching his ankle to right. Her hold was broken by Taker, whom had made it back to his feet and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her high in air. Without missing a beat she kicked him hard in the groin, landing on her feet as he dropped her. Both men were on the ground, Taker rolling around and Kane just laying there, staring up at the ceiling. She walked over and started stomping on Kane's wrists, ankles, everything in her reach. She hadn't counted on him grabbing her and pulling her into roll up. She struggled but just as she kicked out the ref slapped his hand down on the three count.

Kane held on to her a moment longer, just staring down into her face, noticing the tiredness that just seemed to seep out of her. His heart wrenched as he watched tears leak out of the side of her eyes, leaving a glistening trail on the side of her face. He reached at hand down to wipe them away but pulled back quickly as she went to bite him. Even though she was still sobbing quietly he could feel the cold, hard edge of her anger that seemed to radiate out of her. He moved off of her and and she stood, head down between the brothers.

Out of no where Taker produced a choke chain and leash but before he could put them on her, she turned around and back flipped out of the ring, waiting only for Kane to join her before she walked up the ramp. She had changed again, going into her dark side, only this time Taker didn't think that was going to be a way back for her. And the was exactly the way he wanted it, with both Whispers under his dark influence he would be unstoppable.