{Title}- CRAZY in Love
{Author}-PsychosLiveOn-WWErox a.k.a. Brittany
{Chapter}- 4 / ?
{Rating)- PG-13 (soon R)
{Pairing}- Victoria/Kane
{Email}- FutureWWEdiva_PsychoPyro@hotmail.com (feel free to email me or add me to your Msn Messenger )
{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}- Thanks For the reviews everyone! Ok this story is DEFINATLY going to change to 'R' soon for gruesome stuff, Also changing from Drama/Romance to Angst/Romance soon. Not gonna tell you why though. You're just gonna have to read.
Ok sorry again for the long wait again! I have been grounded so I couldn't get on the computer. (So much for updating once a week) And I've also been thinking up some new ideas. Oh and School Sucks! During The Thanksgiving Break, I'm going to type all my chapters so all I have to do is upload them.
Please review. Good or bad I don't really care, suggestions are welcome just don't be an asshole.
Now onto Chapter 4...
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I am headed to Kane's locker room. It's a good thing I got rid of Stevie for the night. Kane's Survivor Series match seems like it will be over quickly. My monster is tearing Shane McMahon apart. What my baby is doing to Shane-O-Mac out there is just an example of what is going to happen to all those people who made fun of us. Once we take over everyone who laughed at us will be demolished. I approach the door that reads 'Kane' and slowly turn the handle. Luckily he left it unlocked. As I walk in I immediately smell him. This room is filled with his manly scent. I breathe in deeply.
Once I am released from my 'trance' I shut the locker room door and turn on the television set that is sitting in the corner. I pull up a steal folding chair and sit close to the T.V. monitor. The first image I see on the screen is Kane tomb stoning Shane. I squeal with delight as I watch the lifeless McMahon being tossed into the back of the ambulance and the doors slam shut. A huge grin appears on my face. My baby has won, and now its only a matter of minutes until I come face to face with my beloved one again. I am becoming very anxious. I am not a very patient person. But come on how long does it take to walk up a ramp, backstage, then into your locker room?
OK I can't take this anymore, so I stand up and begin pacing. I am starting to get frustrated even though it has only been less than 5 minutes since the end of the match. I see the door handle turning. It's Kane finally. I see the door open then Kane appear from behind it. I noticed the blood still on his lips from his brutal fight. Oh how I want to taste that blood. But now I see a surprised look on the Big Red Machine's face. Did he forget that I would be waiting for him?
"Oh Victoria you're here because...?" I sense the confusion in his tone, so I finish the sentence for him.
"I'm here to talk about our partnership, remember?"
"Yes I know I just wasn't expecting you to actually go though with this. I thought you'd realize what a horrible and disgusting monster you were dealing with." I sense disappointment in his voice.
"Oh Kane, your not horrible nor disgusting, but yes you are a monster. And that's not a bad thing." I hesitate before speaking again "But we should get down to business." We both sit in steal folding chairs facing each other. Kane begins.
"You seem to be the only person who-who understands my pain, and" I notice him struggling with every word. "And that's why I-I agreed to this. I can't trust anyone. And I still don't quite trust you but-" Kane says
"But there is no reason for you not to trust me." I get up from my chair and stand behind him. I place my hand on his massive shoulders and begin massaging. At first he flinches from my touch but then relaxes. I continue speaking. "You understand me, I understand you. We feel each others pain." I start rubbing harder. "We can take over..." I crouch down so my mouth is very close to his ear. And I whisper. "together." I bring my mouth closer and bite his ear lobe, lightly at first, but then I clamp down harder. I release as he speaks.
"I like how that sounds." He replies in a husky voice. He seems to be much more comfortable now. I walk in front of him, and lean close to his face, I can feel his breath. I see there is fresh blood coming out of the small cut on his lip. With one swift movement, I lick his lip clean.
"Mmmm, Tasty." Kane gives me a grin, but then his eyes dart to the television.
"Oh Vic, I got to go, I promised I'd help some one with something, I have to go NOW, We can finish talking tomorrow, I'll call you." Kane hurriedly rushes out the door. What the hell was that all about? I turn my attention to the TV screen to see what made him leave. Ok it was the Undertaker/Vince McMahon Buried Alive match, so what? Oh wait it totally slipped my mind, Undertaker was his brother. He couldn't be helping his brother! Could he? I return my attention to the match, and now Kane was there. Where the hell did he come from? I really need to start paying attention. But it wasn't his brother who he was helping, it was Vince!
No, This is all wrong! I thought he understood how we are supposed to take over the WWE, not help out the boss! No, No, No! One day of being partners and he already had done something wrong.
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Ok I'm sleepy. Me? Tired? NEVER! Um yeah ok I'm going to stop now. I'll have more up as soon as possible. R&R everyone!
{Author}-PsychosLiveOn-WWErox a.k.a. Brittany
{Chapter}- 4 / ?
{Rating)- PG-13 (soon R)
{Pairing}- Victoria/Kane
{Email}- FutureWWEdiva_PsychoPyro@hotmail.com (feel free to email me or add me to your Msn Messenger )
{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}- Thanks For the reviews everyone! Ok this story is DEFINATLY going to change to 'R' soon for gruesome stuff, Also changing from Drama/Romance to Angst/Romance soon. Not gonna tell you why though. You're just gonna have to read.
Ok sorry again for the long wait again! I have been grounded so I couldn't get on the computer. (So much for updating once a week) And I've also been thinking up some new ideas. Oh and School Sucks! During The Thanksgiving Break, I'm going to type all my chapters so all I have to do is upload them.
Please review. Good or bad I don't really care, suggestions are welcome just don't be an asshole.
Now onto Chapter 4...
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I am headed to Kane's locker room. It's a good thing I got rid of Stevie for the night. Kane's Survivor Series match seems like it will be over quickly. My monster is tearing Shane McMahon apart. What my baby is doing to Shane-O-Mac out there is just an example of what is going to happen to all those people who made fun of us. Once we take over everyone who laughed at us will be demolished. I approach the door that reads 'Kane' and slowly turn the handle. Luckily he left it unlocked. As I walk in I immediately smell him. This room is filled with his manly scent. I breathe in deeply.
Once I am released from my 'trance' I shut the locker room door and turn on the television set that is sitting in the corner. I pull up a steal folding chair and sit close to the T.V. monitor. The first image I see on the screen is Kane tomb stoning Shane. I squeal with delight as I watch the lifeless McMahon being tossed into the back of the ambulance and the doors slam shut. A huge grin appears on my face. My baby has won, and now its only a matter of minutes until I come face to face with my beloved one again. I am becoming very anxious. I am not a very patient person. But come on how long does it take to walk up a ramp, backstage, then into your locker room?
OK I can't take this anymore, so I stand up and begin pacing. I am starting to get frustrated even though it has only been less than 5 minutes since the end of the match. I see the door handle turning. It's Kane finally. I see the door open then Kane appear from behind it. I noticed the blood still on his lips from his brutal fight. Oh how I want to taste that blood. But now I see a surprised look on the Big Red Machine's face. Did he forget that I would be waiting for him?
"Oh Victoria you're here because...?" I sense the confusion in his tone, so I finish the sentence for him.
"I'm here to talk about our partnership, remember?"
"Yes I know I just wasn't expecting you to actually go though with this. I thought you'd realize what a horrible and disgusting monster you were dealing with." I sense disappointment in his voice.
"Oh Kane, your not horrible nor disgusting, but yes you are a monster. And that's not a bad thing." I hesitate before speaking again "But we should get down to business." We both sit in steal folding chairs facing each other. Kane begins.
"You seem to be the only person who-who understands my pain, and" I notice him struggling with every word. "And that's why I-I agreed to this. I can't trust anyone. And I still don't quite trust you but-" Kane says
"But there is no reason for you not to trust me." I get up from my chair and stand behind him. I place my hand on his massive shoulders and begin massaging. At first he flinches from my touch but then relaxes. I continue speaking. "You understand me, I understand you. We feel each others pain." I start rubbing harder. "We can take over..." I crouch down so my mouth is very close to his ear. And I whisper. "together." I bring my mouth closer and bite his ear lobe, lightly at first, but then I clamp down harder. I release as he speaks.
"I like how that sounds." He replies in a husky voice. He seems to be much more comfortable now. I walk in front of him, and lean close to his face, I can feel his breath. I see there is fresh blood coming out of the small cut on his lip. With one swift movement, I lick his lip clean.
"Mmmm, Tasty." Kane gives me a grin, but then his eyes dart to the television.
"Oh Vic, I got to go, I promised I'd help some one with something, I have to go NOW, We can finish talking tomorrow, I'll call you." Kane hurriedly rushes out the door. What the hell was that all about? I turn my attention to the TV screen to see what made him leave. Ok it was the Undertaker/Vince McMahon Buried Alive match, so what? Oh wait it totally slipped my mind, Undertaker was his brother. He couldn't be helping his brother! Could he? I return my attention to the match, and now Kane was there. Where the hell did he come from? I really need to start paying attention. But it wasn't his brother who he was helping, it was Vince!
No, This is all wrong! I thought he understood how we are supposed to take over the WWE, not help out the boss! No, No, No! One day of being partners and he already had done something wrong.
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Ok I'm sleepy. Me? Tired? NEVER! Um yeah ok I'm going to stop now. I'll have more up as soon as possible. R&R everyone!
