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

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

A] Agree to marry him was in the lead when I last checked! Thank you, voters; it was a VERY close call!

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"Well?" Erik said, looking down at Fiona. She felt so small and weak, and Fiona Miller hardly ever felt small. "What's it going to be?"

"All right" Fiona whispered, barely audible.

"What was that?" Erik said, a sadistic smile across his face.

"All right!" Fiona yelled. "I'll marry you!"

Hall and Nash turned to look at where Fiona and Erik were crouched in the corner. They snorted with triumphant laughter as Erik pulled Fiona into a rough kiss. "Come on, man," Scott said, "We've got to get going. Odds are, David's already snitched by now!"

Erik gave a menacing grin, and pulled Fiona up roughly by the hand. "Doesn't matter to me anymore, I've got what I've come for." He told the two guys. "I knew you would see sense, Fiona!"

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Undertaker looked down at David Flair, who was tied down to a chair in Undertaker's locker room. "I've asked you a hundred times already, boy, where are they?"

David smiled up, despite his bloodied and bruised face. "Getting to you, is it?"

Undertaker paused slightly. "No"

"Funny, it looked like it was" he said.

"Undertaker!" Kane yelled from the other side of the door. "Let me in!"

Undertaker let his brother enter the room. They were keeping the door locked. "Has anyone seen Flair? Anyone at all?" Taker asked his younger brother quietly, and Kane shook his head. "Well, boy, it looks like we're just going to have to wait until you speak up or your dad comes and makes you."

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Despite his promise, the ordeal hadn't ended, it was just beginning. Sure, she wasn't tied up in some hotel room somewhere, but she was forced to spend all her hours in some hotel. She wasn't going to be forced to sleep on the floor anymore, Erik told her. She would share his bed.

Fiona's brown hair was a mass of tangles, so when Erik brought out her old hairbrush that she had left at his place, Fiona wasn't so creeped at relieved. He even had brought along her dress; his favourite one. It was red, and it was fitted out the top, and a floaty red skirt that barely reached her knees.

No doubt about it, Erik was still the freak she had left over a year and a half ago. But she didn't really have any choice, did she?

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Taker was starting to loose it with David, who was far from breaking. In fact, seemingly, he was enjoying it. Flair hadn't turned up at the arena, and there was only 30 minutes of show left. It all looked very bleak.

"Taker!" Kane said, from the other side of the door. "I've got someone who wants to see David!"

"Let him in, then," Undertaker said, and was slightly surprised when he saw who entered. It was Trish Stratus, wearing a low cut top and a high black skirt.

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"Well, lovely to see you, David, such a shame the conditions of our meeting are so poor," Trish said sweetly. She was sitting on a chair opposite him. "Fiona's my friend, you know, and I… would be… so… GRATEFUL…. For her…. Safe return." She leaned forward slightly, letting him get a good glimpse of cleavage.

Meanwhile, Kane was whispering to Undertaker in the shower. "We've tried the stick theory, now Trish suggested we use the carrot. Her"

Undertaker looked around the wall, to check everything was going ok, and looked back at Kane. "She's a smart little one, isn't she? And if David doesn't crack from this, he won't crack."

"True," Kane said. "I would've cracked, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," Undertaker said. "I guess I would've."

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Vince McMahon was really angry. Not only had he lost the new girl, but he had lost most of the nwo, and two developmental students. All because of… what? He hadn't heard why.

When Undertaker knocked on the door, Vince opened the door in a furious mood, until he saw what was in front of him. There was Trish in the tiniest of outfits, and Undertaker and Kane looking smug. In between them, was a battered, bloody David Flair.

"We know where to get Chrissie, Vince," Kane said. "Young David here told us."

"Well, what are you waiting for, damnit? I'm loosing money here!" Vince said.

Undertaker, Kane, David and Trish walked out of the frame, and the audience cheered wildly.

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David pulled his mobile out. Luckily, it wasn't smashed, but it had a few new scratches on it. "Scott!" he whispered down the phone, under the supervision of Undertaker. "I got free… I've been waiting for you to return for three hours. Where are you?"

David eyed Trish, and continued on with the conversation. "Where's that? Uh- huh… uh-huh…. Uh-huh… See you there, then"

"So?" Trish asked David. "Where are they?"

"Registry Office, about five miles from here." David said.

Undertaker started to head to the car, but Trish stopped him. "Registry Office?" she asked. "Isn't that where people get MARRIED?"

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Erik was standing at the front, wearing black trousers and a black vest- top. He smiled, waiting for Fiona to walk down the aisle. She was standing in front of the open door, wearing the red dress, her hair pulled back from her face, and a small posy of flowers in her hand. The music cued, and she started strolling down the aisle gracefully. Scott and Kevin sat in the congregation's seats, sneering. It was so… strange. This shouldn't be happening, Fiona thought, as she procrastinated down the small aisle.

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"I can't believe this!" Undertaker said, furiously as the car grinded down to a halt. "We're not going to get anywhere like this!"

Kane looked at Undertaker. "What's wrong?" he asked his brother.

Undertaker shot a look into the back of the car, where David was sitting with Kane. "You all right, Trish?" he asked the girl beside him.

"Yeah… how long is this going to take?" she asked.

"Don't know."

"Oh"

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"And do you, Fiona Miller, take Erik Newman to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Fiona looked at Erik, who was smiling triumphantly at her, nodding his head slowly, his eyes fixed and staring in a creepy way. Everything about him was creepy. Everything. A shiver ran down Fiona's spine.

"No!"

Kane ran down the aisle, and clotheslined Erik. He then started beating on him, with Fiona staring in surprise. She turned to see Undertaker single handedly taking on Hall and Nash. She walked forward to Kane. "See to Hall!"

Kane ran across the room, and helped Undertaker. Chrissie looked down at Erik, and pulled him up by his hair. She looked directly into his eyes, and slapped him. Erik held onto his jaw as pain seared through it, and Chrissie took her opportunity, and kicked him squarely in the strudel.

Erik fell over, doubled over in agony, and Christine Calaway walked off, triumphant. Undertaker and Kane had finished Hall and Nash with a Last Ride and a Chokeslam. The trio left the registry office, leaving three motionless bodies, a huge mess, and a scared Registrant hiding under a table.

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Undertaker saw Trish and Chrissie back to Trish's hotel room. They had left David outside the registry office with his friends. Undertaker could still remember the anger in his face that he didn't get Trish's "gratefulness".

Kane looked over at Undertaker. "You like her, don't you?"

Undertaker coloured slightly. "Don't know what you mean, Kane."

Kane smiled. "Yes you do. You fancy her, don't you? I know these kind of things." He said. "So do you, then? Like…?"

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A] Trish

B] Chrissie

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I'm not influencing the voting here *cough*, but I vote A, because… ew! Incest! No! But ignore me and vote A… I mean, any way… *cough* ;)

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