A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone you recognize, just those you don't. As always loves to all my readers and Hugz and Cyber Cookies to my reviewers. On with the Fic.

Curt and Ken were standing in catering, waiting for Twisted and her entourage to enter. Shawn had come up with a good idea, they were going to say that creative wanted to use the 'girlfriend' angle that they used at the club as a story line. Thus allowing Ken and Curt to get Twisted away from the brothers for awhile and try to get her back to the girl that they first met. However, Curt really didn't think that it was going to work, he had spent too much time with her and the brothers to know that she was of the same mind set if not worse than Taker and Kane. Ken swallowed when the door opened and the foursome walked into the room. Twisted was wearing blue jeans and an old Taker shirt and looked thoroughly angry with her traveling companions. She headed over to a table in the back, neither looking right or left and not talking to anyone.

Curt shoved Ken forward and the two made their way over to her table by going around the room, hoping that they could avoid dection right off the bat from Kane and his brother. When they reached her table Ken cleared his throat and put on an apologetic face as he sat down. When she did nothing but glare at him, he coughed and began to talk.

"Hey Twist. I don't supposed you heard about the new storyline did ya?"

"What story line?" She bit out, causing Ken and Curt to flinch.

"Apparently someone told creative about the whole 'you're my girlfriend' thing that we did at the club and they think that a love interest would really give me a push. We're supposed to go and talk to Vince about it here in a little bit. I just wanted to know if you knew anything else about it." Ken preceded cautiously, he'd heard what she could do when angry and didn't want to go through any of that.

"Nope, this is the first I've heard about it. But the only thing, is what are they going to do with my involvement with Kane and Taker?"

"I think that's what he wanted to talk about." Ken was relieved when her voice lost it's sharpness and she seemed to calm down some.

That relief was short lived as the others joined them at the table. Kane sat down on her right side and Dallas sat down on her left, leaving Taker the odd man out. With a snarl he sat next to his brother and looked over at the two with cool eyes.

"What can we help you two with today?"

"Uh, well. I was just telling Twisted here about the new storyline that Vince has lined up for her." Ken said, taking a deep breath and turning his eyes away from Taker's piercing gaze.

"Really, we haven't heard about a new story line."

"Well, it's a romantic angle..." He started, but trailed off as Kane turned his attention to him.

"Go on, who's supposed to be interested in her, I mean she's been the property of Taker and I since Backlash. So who is their right mind is going to want to interfere with that." The threat was hardly veiled and Ken gulped, not liking the predatory gleam in Kane's eyes.

"Well I am...for storyline purposes only mind you." He finished quickly when Kane looked like he was going to get to his feet.

"But that doesn't make sense. If anyone would be coming after Twisted it should be someone as equally dark and dominate, some one like Kevin, or someone looking to further their own means of living, like Edge or Chavo." Kane said, his voice dropping into the danger level of calm.

"Exactly, they want to give me a push, either as a face by saving the poor beauty from the beasts." He said as he motioned to Taker and Kane. "Or as a heel, for enticing the woman away from her lover, or rather lovers in this case, causing her to go behind their backs for trysts and what not." He finished, taking a deep breath.

"Either way I'm not going to allow it." Taker said with an air of finality as he picked up his bottle of water.

"You're not going to allow it?" Twisted asked, now her voice dropped into the dangerous depths of calmness.

"That's right. I'm not going to have our wife, " He stressed the word as Ken and Curt looked at one another, this wasn't something that Vince had told them. "Going behind our backs on public television and playing my brother and I for fools."

"I don't have to do that Mark. You and Glen do damn fine jobs of it yourself." She turned and looked at Ken, a new fire burning in her eyes as she continued to speak. "When did Vince want to see us?"

"Around noon or so." He said faltering.

"Well it's ten til noon, lets head over and see what he wanted." She said getting to her feet.

"Now you listen here Raelynn..." Kane started, but she just turned on her heel and began walking towards the exit, only pausing to call over her shoulders.

"Ken, Curt are you coming?"

Without a second thought both men got to their feet and headed towards her, not wanting to be left at the table with the two disgruntled brothers. As they walked out of catering, Dallas turned and looked at Taker evenly.

"Looks like Vince made his move Mark. Now what are we going to do?"

Taker didn't reply, he only stood and headed out of catering himself, slamming the door hard enough to shatter the window in it. Kane looked over at Dallas and rose to his feet, saying nothing as he too slammed out of the room, only he didn't break a window, he managed to take the door of it's hinges.

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Vince was sitting in office, grinning at Twisted and Ken. It seemed that his little ruse was going to go better than he planned. She was intrigued with the angle and was even thinking over some the possible ways it could go.

"So, are you wanting to make Ken a face or a heel Mr. McMahon? I mean he could go either way, or you could just keep him a tweener for right now." She asked, looking over some pieces of paper that Vince had jotted some things down on.

"Depends on how you want this go." He said in measured tones, waiting her reply.

"Me? You have the final say in the angles, this is up to you." She said pushing the papers back across the desk and sitting back in her seat.

"I think that Ken could go over well with the crowd as a face, but he has the mic skills to be a heel. So which would you rather work with. Loud mouth, heel Ken who plays dirty to get you away from the B.o.D. Or romantic face Ken who woos you over slowly?"

"Why don't we just blend the two together and go with that. I mean out in front of the crowds he can be the loud mouth that they have come to know and love and in the 'live feeds' and backstage moments he can be the romantic, soft spoken man who eventually gets the dark valet." She offered, looking over at Ken for some back up.

"Well what do you think about that Ken?"

"Sir, I like it. I mean, I love the heat that I get from the crowd when I'm cocky and loud, but then I would like them to know that I do have a normal side. And this blend that she's talking about would work. I wouldn't be a total heel like Edge and JBL, but I also wouldn't a face like CM Punk and Tommy Dreamer."

"I'll take that into consideration. This seems to be a soild start to what could possibly be a great storyline. I'll send it over to creative and let them finish fleshing it out and when we get the final copy I'll get some sent to you two." Vince said smiling as he jotted some more things down the paper in front of him.

"Just one question Mr. McMahon."

"Yes Ms. Whispers?" He asked looking up at her.

"Why me? I mean there are plenty of Divas he could choose from. So why would he want to set his mind on a lowly valet? And how is this going to work when Ken is on RAW and I'm on Smack Down?"

"Well, we could do a trade between RAW and Smack Down. Maybe Ken for Palumbo, or maybe Domino."

"That takes care of that, but why me? Again there are plenty of Divas to choose from."

"Twisted don't you see that you are a Diva? That's it!" Vince cried as he slammed his hands down on the desk top, scaring both Ken and Twisted.

"What's it Sir?" Ken asked, eyeing the chairman as if he'd lost his mind.

"Ken you want to make her see that she is a Diva, that she's more than just a valet or whatever the hell she's become to the brothers and in the process you begin to develop feelings for her. That's the perfect set up. Ken you can come across her in catering or in the hall and ask how the Diva division is treating her. But when she tells you she's not a Diva you make it your duty to point it out to her that she is one. Or better yet she's walking with either Undertaker or Kane and they do the talking for her and let you know that she's nothing more than a slave, in whatever terms they want and you decided to free her, thus thrusting her into singles competition." Vince began to scribble on the paper wildly, his eyes mad.

Ken looked over at Twisted and shrugged his shoulders as Vince continued to ignore them. After about five minutes Ken cleared his throat to get Vince's attention.

"Well what are you two still doing here. Twisted get to wardrobe and explain what's going to happen so that they can get you some decent ring gear to wear." Vince barked.

"But Sir, I don't know whats going on." She protested.

"Go!!" He roared.

Twisted jumped from her seat and headed out the door, not bothering to close it in her haste to leave the room. Ken sat back in his chair and eyed the chairman as he returned to his normal cool state. They sat quietly, each one thinking things over. A noise from the hallway brought them to the present and each other.

"So what do you think Ken?"

"It might work, but what about Undertaker and Kane. They're not going to participate in this willingly. They could bury this before it even gets off the ground."

"I highly doubt that, you seen how excited she seemed about the new angle, this maybe the perfect thing to drive them apart, and the brothers right into what I have planned for them."

"What do you have planned for them?" Ken asked, slightly worried about Vince's mental state.

"That my dear boy will come in due time. For now just concentrate on the angle, and leave everything else up to me." Vince said, malice coloring his words, making Ken shiver inwardly.