{Title}- CRAZY in Love

{author}-PsychosLiveOn-WWErox

{email}- FutureWWEdiva_PsychoPyro@hotmail.com (feel free to email me or add me to your Msn Messenger )

{Rating)- PG-13 (soon may be R)

{Pairing}- Victoria/Kane

{Disclaimer}- I don't own WWE or any of these wrestlers that I use in my story. I am not Vincent Kennedy McMahon DAMN IT *Lightning appears*

{Author Notes}- This story is pretty much Victoria's thoughts in first person.

This story has NOTHING to do with that dumb ass song by that ugly chick that left that "Destinys Baby's" or something, singing group. I hate that song, but I thought the title would fit the story.

Please review. Good or bad I don't really care, suggestions are welcome just don't be an asshole.

Oh yeah, this message is for you know who you are: Dan you are still my bitch! (just wanted to get that off my chest)

Now onto the Fic…

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I sit in my locker room watching Kane destroy helpless Shane McMahon. I smile to myself. I have been watching Kane very closely ever since he unleashed the "monster" from inside him. I always knew it was in him.

Kane always had seemed like he was hiding something, besides his face, and now the world and myself know what it was. It was his dark and evil core. It was all of the anger and frustration that was eating him alive from his insides out. But now the true Kane is here. You can call him a man or a monster, I prefer man (Kane is defiantly a man), but whatever you call him just know that the real demon named Kane is here and I absolutely love it.

I plan on talking to Kane tonight after his match, and convincing him what a great team we would make, in and out of the ring. We would be perfect for each other. We both get called crazy by those who don't understand us, we both live to inflict pain on others and we both have, I guess you could say twisted minds.

"Victoria!" My thoughts are interrupted as I hear my 'boyfriend' call for me from out in the hallway until he busts through the door.

"Victoria, There you are, I have been looking for you everywhere."

"Stevie I have been in the locker room the entire time" Wow he is an idiot

"Oh yeah I should of known that. Anyways," He began until he relized who I was watching wrestle on T.V.

"Why are you watching that Kane guy again. It seems like you have been paying very close attention to him lately."

"I'm just watching Raw, its not a big deal. Don't make it out to be some big thing." Poor gullible idiot he'd believe anything I'd say.

"Ok then lets get going to the hotel"

"NO!" I lash out. "I mean, no let me just finish watching Raw, you go." I say much more calmly.

"Be we're supposed to play lonely robber gets caught by the frisky police officer" Steven whined referring to a sexual game that just about makes me sick.

"Stevie I never agreed to that, now just go and take my bags with you!"

"Ok Vic, but I'll be waiting" Steven says with a wink and a smile as he left. I cringe. Finally he's gone.

A lot of people notice how bitchy and domineering I am towards Steven and wonder why I'm with him. Its simple really, everybody needs someone to fuck. But soon enough Kane will be that someone and little Stevie will be out of the picture.

I rushed out of my locker room as soon as Kane's match was over. I search for Kane every where. Where the hell is he? I know who can help me find Kane. I go to the General Manager's Office and barge in.

"Haven't you ever heard of kn," Eric Bishoff starts but stops when he realizes its me. "Oh Victoria its only you, sorry. Now what can I do for you?"

"Do you know where I could find Kane?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he went to his hotel room, why?"

"I just need to talk to him, Thanks" I say as I'm about to leave, but Eric grabs my arm.

"Wait a second, I gave you what you wanted , now give me what I want." I obviously realize what Eric wants but I'm sure as hell not giving it to him.

"Oh Eric you know I'd love to give you what you want but I really need to talk to Kane, it's about business, maybe another time."

"Well I know business is really important so ok we'll defiantly do this another time" He lets go of my arm and I leave without another word. Bishoff makes me sick, but I had to lie, he is the one who has the power to give me title shots, and the matches that I want. Not to mention he signs my pay check and has the power to fire me. But I would never screw Eric. I quickly get these disturbing thoughts out of my head as I head to the hotel.

I remember seeing Kane going into his hotel room today before Raw as I was trying to find my hotel room, and I memorized his room number, 427. I arrive at the hotel and quickly get in the elevator and press the button to take me to Kane's floor.

"Why is this damn elevator taking so fucking long." I scream as I kick the elevator wall. A little old lady, who is also in this damn elevator, stares at me and seems terrified by me. I just flash her a wicked smile as finally the elevator doors open at the floor I had been waiting for. I step out and walk to the door that reads 427.

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{A/N} Ok this is all I'm writing for now, review and tell me if I should continue or how I could improve