Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.

A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)

Very eternally sorry to all the readers, but I was away for a while and I couldn't update ;( But it's here now! :D

B] Stand Her Ground won! Thanks voters!

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"Hello, guys," Fiona said with a fake, confident smile. "Yes it seems to be that way, doesn't it?"

One of the men snorted with laughter. He was about the same height as her, but he had an aura of power about him "You aren't all that bright, are you Chrissie?"

"And you aren't all that polite, Mr Flair, My name is Miss Calloway." Fiona said, looking at Mr Flair intensely and he glared back at her.

Another one of the men spoke to him, "David, is it just me or is she disrespecting us?" The other man was slightly taller than her and very familiar. He had intense green eyes and black hair.

David Flair looked at his friend and said, "I think she's disrespecting us!" he announced. "And I don't like people doing that, do I Erik?"

Fiona looked deeply into the green eyes of one of the four men, Erik Newman, one of the developmental guys. They had a brief romance in her developmental days, before it broke bitterly, and then they had been feuding ever since. It had been a relief to get away from him, but now he was here, larger than life, and staring her down, with a pipe in his hand.

While Fiona was angrily looking at Erik, David started yelling again. "Hall, Nash, grab her!"

Fiona tried to struggle from the grasps of Scott Hall and Kevin Nash, but they were too strong for her. Fiona screamed, loud, and that seemed to just aggravate her attackers. There was nobody that heard her, or so it seemed.

David started yelling more instructions, "Erik, get her in the car!"

Fiona was helpless to do anything from the vice-grip of Kevin and Scott, and she felt the lead pipe hit the back of her head, and after that, she couldn't really remember all that much.

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Fiona woke up with an aching head. It was cold and dark, and she couldn't see a thing. Her arms and legs were painful, and it was incredibly tough to move. She sniffed the air, and the fragrance was unfamiliar. That ruled out her being in Undertaker, Kane or Erik's room, but that left a whole lot of options. Hell, thinking hurt. A lot.

Fiona heard a small creak coming from the darkness, and she used all of her resolve to not scream. She screwed her eyes up, and she jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, and heard the click of the light switch.

Fiona winced in the bright light of the room. She looked up at the figure, and gasped. The aching in her head intensified, and she could feel every streak of pain from her battered body. It felt like she had been run over by an army truck. A whole load of army trucks. And now, they were having drill practice in her skull. Could her life really get any worse?

"Well, Miss Calloway, I don't know what you were thinking, but what the hell were you doing?" he asked her, his hands on his hips.

"Look, Mr Nash, I don't want any trouble, ok?" she said, her voice quavering. Her life probably could get worse. Much worse.

"But what if I do, huh?" he asked her, and he put his hand around her throat, forcing her to look into his eyes. She tried to push him away, but she realised her hands were bound. "What if I do want trouble? What are you going to do then?"

He turned and looked over to the corner, where Erik was standing with a camera. "Flair!" Kevin yelled, and David Flair walked into the frame.

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The crowd at RAW started yelling loudly. They saw David Flair walk over to where Chrissie lay. Her clothes were all torn, and there was a trickle of blood coming from her nose. Despite the conditions, she still eluded confidence, and this seemed to irritate David, who hit her.

Scott Hall pulled Chrissie's hair so that her head jerked back violently. Chris was wincing in pain, but refusing to scream out. Nash grabbed her throat again. "Anything you've got to say to your daddy?" he asked, shoving her head to look into the lens.

She was about to say something, when Nash hit her. "Anything to say to us?" he asked her, jeeringly, and with all she could muster, she spat into his face. "Screw you."

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"Well, King, young Chrissie's been here only a week, but it seems to me that she may not be here much longer," JR said.

"I know, JR, But what will Undertaker and Kane do about this? We have no idea where they are or anything, and Hall and Nash haven't turned up for RAW today."

"I'm worried about how long Christine Calloway is going to survive with those three." JR said, "And how long those three are going to survive when Undertaker gets his hands on them!"

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Trish, Undertaker and Kane were all frantic with worry. Quite a few others were pretty worried for her safety, but these three were the worst ones.

Trish was still creeped out by Taker and Kane, so she pretty much kept herself to herself as far as it was concerned. All the Divas were shooting promos where they were worried what would happen next, if it was just because of her dad, or because she is a Diva, and if they would harm them next.

Nobody backstage knew what was happening. They didn't get any contact with them except from being sent tapes that had instructions to air them or else.

Until Undertaker got a call from Fiona.

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"Hello?" Undertaker said.

"Taker, help!" he heard Fiona whisper on the other end of the phone.

"Chrissie, where are you?" he asked. "Are you ok?"

"Look, I'll be fine. I just have to warn you that they're planning to get you next. Tomorrow, in fact. You've got to share a hotel room with Kane, do NOT be by yourself." Fiona said quickly.

"My priority right now is getting you back. Where are you?" he asked her again.

"I'm at…" she started.

"What the hell are you doing? I thought I told you to stay where you were!" Undertaker could hear a strange voice on the other end of the phone; he had never heard Erik before. "Guys! *bang* I told you, but you didn't listen, did you, Fi! *slap*"

The last thing Undertaker heard before the phone cut off was Fiona yelling in pain.

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"What are you going to do about it?" Kane asked, furiously. "And who was it, anyway?"

"I-DON'T-KNOW!" Undertaker said. "All that I do know is that they are going to be in the area tomorrow."

"So what are you going to do about it then, brother?" Kane asked him…

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A] Tell Vince/ Other WWF official

B] Search hotels in area

C] Tomorrow, keep Kane near and wait to get jumped (then attack them)

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