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

C] Tomorrow, keep Kane near and wait to get jumped (then attack them) won! Thank you, voters! Now, let's see what happened…

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"You know, I've only been around her one day, but it's kind of weird not having her here." Trish told Lita backstage one night. "And Nash, Hall and David Flair taking her! That just makes me feel so uncomfortable. Imagine what they could do to us next…"

"I wonder how Ric feels about all this. He must be so ashamed, it's his son and all…" Lita told Trish. "I hear Kane had 'words' with him."

"Well, it's all pretty hopeless if you ask me," said Nidia. She had come up from OVW to watch the show. "I knew Fiona… I mean, Chrissie, and she was such a great girl, but… I dunno, there's something not right."

"What do you mean?" Lita asked her.

"Well, when I arrived at OVW, Fi… Chrissie was feuding with one of the guys in and out of the ring. Apparently, they had been dating, and Chrissie had broken up with him." Nidia said. "He apparently kept getting drunk and causing her a load of heartache. And he watched her sleeping. He was a creep."

"So?" Trish asked. "Couples split up all the time."

"Not this one. They had a full-blown feud for over a year." Nidia told them. "And Erik Newman, the guy that she broke up with, was best friends with David Flair, and Erik's gone missing, too."

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Fiona sat in the room, nervously. The floor was cold and hard, and all she was wearing was her pink top and leather-look trousers, both extremely ripped and damaged. She sat there in the corner, shivering. Erik looked at her, from the chair where he was keeping watch.

"I would take you back, you know." Erik said, casually. "And it would put an end to everything. I promise"

"You were never one to keep your promises, Erry." Fiona said. She blinked, she had just used his pet name, Erry, and she had never called him that since before they broke up.

Erik stood up, and walked over to where she was sitting on the floor. He rested his hand on her face, and looked into her eyes. "What went wrong, baby? Huh? You know I never meant to hurt you. And I never laid a finger on you."

Fiona had nowhere she could move away from him, her hands and ankles were bound, and even if they weren't, Erik could turn nasty. "I don't know, Erry, I just don't know."

Erik leaned forward, and Fiona knew what was coming. She closed her eyes, and she felt Erik's lips gently touch her own. She could feel the passion that was behind his kiss, but she couldn't return that. A noise coming from behind Erik made them both open their eyes and look at it's source.

"Erik, what did I tell you?" It was David Flair.

"Sorry, David." Erik said. Honestly, all of the guys were just listening to David's instructions with not an ounce of inspiration between the rest of them. Fiona shivered slightly. "Perhaps we should get her some clothes. She's freezing."

"Or perhaps you can warm her up." David said dryly.

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"Are you sure this is the right thing to do, brother?" Kane asked Undertaker.

"Hell, Kane, toughen up! This is Chrissie we're talking about. Your niece." Undertaker told Kane. "And my daughter."

"Mark, you have known the girl for about a fortnight, you have been in her presence for a day." Kane said, trying to talk to the real-life Undertaker.

"So? She needs our help." Undertaker said. "Just remember to keep guard."

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Undertaker sat on his bike in the parking lot. Alone. Nash smiled at Hall and Flair in their hiding space behind one of the cars. "This is going to be easier than we thought!"

They had left Erik at the hotel with Fiona. David had been unwilling to leave the two of them, but he had no choice. He sat back, and grinned. "I'd say we're ready to increase our hostage count."

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Kane was ready and waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He started to grow impatient, when Undertaker gave him the sign. Kane crept forward, and sure enough, saw Hall, Nash and Flair behind one of the rentals.

Kane crept round behind where they were, and Undertaker stood up and got off the bike. He turned away from the trio, and, predictably enough, they ran forward to attack Taker. He pulled off the lead pipe, and hit Nash squarely on the jaw, and Kane attacked Flair. Undertaker swung the pipe at Hall, who fell over. Undertaker ran over to where Kane was with Flair, and he chokeslammed him. They turned around to see Nash and Hall running off.

"Leave them," Kane said. "We've got Flair to tell us where they are."

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Fiona had fallen asleep. Erik was watching her sleep. In the absence of his friends, he had given her some jeans and a t-shirt to put on. He had locked her in the bathroom, giving her the privacy to change, and no chance of escape.

The loud crash of two men stumbling through the door woke her up. She saw Scott Hall and Kevin Nash, but David was nowhere to be seen.

"They got him," Nash said. "Come on, we're moving out."

Hall and Nash stared getting the stuff together, while Erik was told to unbind her feet and her hands, they didn't want to appear suspicious.

"Just say that you'll take me back, Fiona, and then this nightmare will be over. Agree to marry me." He whispered to her as he was cutting off her bandages. "If not…" The knife he was using to free her ankles slipped, and her leg started bleeding.

What should she do?

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A] Agree to marry him

B] Refuse to marry him

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