Bleed for Me Ch.3 by: HappyManiaKitty

"Of all the stupid low down people......." Victoria muttered to herself, angrily yanking one of the old metal folding chairs out of the corner and sinking down into it to watch the monitor. Stretching her right leg out, Victoria sighed, trying to get comfortable on the hard, cold seat. It was almost impossible in these old folding chairs they kept backstage. Shifting slightly in the chair, Victoria tucked her left leg under the chair, slouching a little deeper against the back of the chair. Victoria smiled slightly to herself, she might as well be comfortable while she watched someone else use her TV time. Victoria snorted, her brown eyes narrowed and focused on the monitor. It was no wonder Lita had looked so damn smug earlier. Victoria cursed to herself as a picture of the redhead's smug smile floated through her mind. Kicking at one of the empty packing boxes littering the backstage area, Victoria eased back in her chair, staring hard at the monitor, irritated by Vince's irrational rule that no wrestler could leave the arena until the event was over. After every event there was a staff meeting and every wrestler had to be present and accounted for or be fined. Victoria snorted. It might be worth the money not to have to look at that redhead's face. It really had turned out to be one hell of a long night. And it wasn't over yet.

She sat there, her long, tanned fingers fiddling with her little cup of coffee, only half paying attention to what was going on until she heard Lita's music hit. Her eyes narrowed as the red head bounced down the ramp and climbed into the ring. Hearing Matt's theme she lost interest, lowering her head to look down into the cup, wondering who they'd requested a match against.

Raising the cup to her lips, she heard the pyros explode. Victoria froze, the cup simply resting against her lower lip and her hot, glittering brown eyes were glued to the monitor, unable to believe what she'd just heard.

"They requested a match against KANE?" She gasped, shocked that even they could be that stupid. She couldn't believe that. Nobody was stupid enough to request a match against Kane. That was like signing your own death sentence. Victoria had tried some crazy stunts in her career ...... but even she had her limits, and going against Kane in the ring was one she wouldn't even consider trying.

She watched Kane reach for the top rope and haul himself into the ring, causing Matt and Lita to scramble back to the opposite side and she tried to block out the little voices screaming at her from the dark corners of her mind. Vengeful little voices trying to rear their ugly little heads as she continued to watch the match.

Victoria couldn't help but give a bitter laugh as she thought back to her talk with Vince. 'Hell, if he wanted to boost ratings he should have paired the two freaks of the WWE together for this match to whip their asses,' she thought to herself. She grimaced, remembering how Kane had dealt with his ex-tag partner, Rob Van Dam. Somehow the thought of being handcuffed and doused with gasoline didn't seem like a fun pass time, even for her. Of course you get rid of the gasoline.....

She quickly squashed that disturbing thought as it took shape in her mind, tugging lightly on a strand of ebony hair absently. That was just a bit too freaky even for her, and she'd done a lot of freaky things in her life.

Finally gathering her scattered thoughts from that train of thought, she brought the coffee cup back up to take a sip, focusing her attention on the match that had already gotten pretty ugly. This should be very interesting.

The bell had already rung, and Matt was distracting the ref by trying to bring in a chair, while Lita retrieved another and slid back in from the far corner, sneaking up on Kane as he headed for Matt. Victoria grimaced, knowing what was coming, rubbing the side of her temple unconsciously as she watched Lita hammer the chair into Kane's head when he spun around to face her.

Victoria winced sympathetically when she saw Kane hit the hard canvas of the ring. Doesn't matter who you are, a chairshot to the head hurts like hell.

Lita had dropped the chair and taken a step towards the ropes when Kane sat up. He simply sat up. Victoria's mouth dropped open. Damn, she knew he did that and all.......but it was still unnerving to see. Rather zombie like.... Not to mention you usually wanted to be far, far away when he did that, as it meant you were about to get yours.

The corner of her mouth twitched up as she watched, knowing Lita was about to be reduced to a greasy red stain on the canvas. She watched as the redhead, who had been taking a step to exit through the ropes, froze in her tracks as Kane sat up. That's exactly why you don't turn your back on someone like Kane, especially after you've just smashed them with a chair.

Kane slowly climbed to his feet, reaching up to feel his forehead, expecting to see blood when he drew his hand back down. None. That little bitch had mashed the chair right into his head, causing his ears to ring painfully. He blinked several times until he saw only one of Lita and the need to strangle her slowly faded, all the while eyeing her as she stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Giving her a final warning glare he slowly, very slowly turned around to face Matt. Matt he could beat the shit out of. Lita.....well he was just going to have to ignore her.

"Come here you little son of a bitch...." His eyes narrowed, an evil grin overtaking his face as he snagged him by the front of his shirt, holding tight as Matt tried to scramble away from him.

Victoria tightened her jaw, one fingernail tapping against the styrofoam in frustrastion as she watched Kane turn away from Lita. Damnit. He simply turned away from her. He'd had every oppurtunity tonight to hurt her, but no, he has to decide now to grow a conscience? Nothing was turning out like it should tonight....

"Son of a bitch!" Victoria howled, as Lita snuck up behind Big Red and low blowed him. She frowned, her nail now stabbing into the cup as she watched Kane drop to his knees hard, she smiled with a small bit of satisfaction as Matt dropped hard to the canvas, landing with a dull thump on the hard canvas.

She sat up abruptly, shaking the cup and sending coffee down on her leg. Glancing down angrily she brushed it off her thigh, thankful it had cooled down considerably, before turning her attention back to the monitor. Lita stood triumphantly over Kane, who was curled into a tight ball, hands cupped protectively around himself, his eyes shut and mouth tight. Victoria winced in sympathy, absently crushing her coffee cup and tossing it in the can against the wall, waiting to see what would happen next.

Hissing in a breath, Kane clenched his teeth so tight his jaw ached, desperately trying to keep from throwing up. Wouldn't that just be great? The Big Red Monster losing his lunch in the middle of the ring. He'd never hear the end of that, hell, the rest of the roster would just love a new reason to make fun of him. To laugh at him, and he'd be damned if he'd let them have it. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, taking another deep breath as the nausea started to recede. He didn't feel quite as light headed now. It wasn't fair that one little blow could bring a man to his knees just like that....

Gathering his strength, Kane opened his eyes, panic setting in when he realized his vision was obscured by intense red. Scrambling to sit up, he sucked in a breath and got a mouthful of Lita's hair. He quickly spat out the wet strands, gagging slightly on the bitter taste of her hair dye as she straightened to stand over him, laughing. He growled low in his chest. She was....laughing. Laughing at him. Nobody laughed at him.....

He lurched to his feet, his gaze intent on the couple standing before him. A murderous look in his gaze, he stalked forward, swatting Matt to the side as soon as he'd gotten to his feet, not even breaking stride as he slowly backed Lita into the corner. He quickly stepped to the side to block her attempt to escape through the ropes, laughing as the smug look slid from her face and fear crept in. Kane chuckled softly as he reached out and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, lightly tracing his knuckles against her cheek before quickly reaching down and wrapping his hand around her throat. As his fingers dug into her soft throat, he paused, feeling her pulse beneath his fingertips, like a tiny butterfly trying desperately to escape. His eyes narrowed. It would be so easy to stop that pulse..... all he'd have to do is squeeze a little..... and he'd stop it.....so easy....

Lita immediately grabbed hold of his wrist with both hands, fear dilating her eyes as she tried to wrench herself out of Kane's grip as he slowly walked backwards, dragging her struggling form to the center of the ring. She gave one last desperate tug before Kane's fingers tightened painfully, cutting off her air supply.

Feeling the soft skin of Lita's throat beneath his fingertips, Kane hesitated. Although he definately would have gotten a perverse satisfaction out of chokeslamming the living hell out of her, watching her soft body slam into the canvas, watch her face contort with the pain she'd caused him, maybe even a nice sickening crack of something breaking, he knew he couldn't do it. He couldn't risk losing what he'd worked so hard for, even if Lita wasn't yet aware of what she stood to lose. He could hear the inner demons telling him to do it, that she deserved it, but he squelched those thoughts. Damnit, as much as he wanted to he just couldn't do it! Muttering a curse he released his deathgrip on her throat and turned away.

"You goddamn freak....." Lita muttered, reaching up to rub the fingerprints on her throat.

Kane froze, whipping his head around to stare at her, his already labored breathing picking up in speed as he felt the rage building back up.

Her eyes widened and she stumbled back a step, meeting Kane's mismatched set of ice blue and hazel eyes as he turned and came back for her. There was something just utterly..... disturbing about looking into eyes like that.... almost as if you were looking at two seperate people. One half you could talk to and reason with, but the other one..... the other one made you simply want to turn and run, never looking back. The kind of eyes you expect to see looking at you from inside the closet when you were a child. Lita shuddered, unable to look away as Kane slowly advanced on her.

Victoria grinned as she watched the action in the ring. "Damnit...... I wanna know what she said! Well, whatever it was.....she shouldn't have," she sang to the monitor. Maybe now Kane would come to his senses, or lack thereof, and smash Lita into little itty bitty punk pieces. She couldn't understand why he hadn't done that yet. All throughout the match he'd been about to hurt her, then had calmed down and let her go. Right now though, he looked like he had no intentions of calming down. What the hell had Lita said to piss him off that much? She had an idea but..... Victoria chewed lightly on her lower lip as she caught movement in the corner of the monitor, knowing what was coming and helpless to do anything to prevent it.

Victoria watched in horror as Matt crept up behind Kane, winding up and letting go, catching Kane across the back of his head with a chairshot for the second time tonight. Kane's legs crumpled like overcooked noodles as the blow connected with the back of his skull. His eyes widened for a split second, locking on Lita before rolling up in the in the back of his head as his 320 pound frame bounced on the hard canvas. Lita stood there for a moment, staring at the fallen giant. A triumphant smirk curled her vividly painted lips as she saw Kane's chest rise and fall, not a muscle twitching on his big body. The Big Red Monster wasn't getting up again, not this time. Satisfied, she stepped over his prone form to Matt's side.

Victoria bit down lightly on her knuckle, wondering why the hell Matt wasn't even bothering to pin Kane. Hell, where was the damn ref? Maybe the ref was counting Kane out, she just couldn't hear him over the booing of the crowd. She wouldn't be able to tell unless the damn camera would pan away from Lita and Matt.

Matt leaned down so Kane could hear him. Grinning, he spat out, "The pain's just beginning, retard."

Kane rolled his head towards the voice above him, trying to make his eyes focus but they just refused to and he gave up, letting them close, his head thumping back against the canvas. He could hear voices, but whether they were Matt and Lita or just the usual voices he heard in his head, he couldn't tell. He could feel the mat shaking as they moved around, but couldn't figure out what was going on around him. He knew he needed to move, needed to get up, but his head was still spinning, and he was about to give up until he felt something icy cold splash all over him.

"Son of a bitch!" Kane sat up, his eyes wide and breathing harsh, searching for a target as he wiped the water off of his face. Little droplets trickled down his chest, glittering under the lighting in the arena as Kane got to his feet, only slightly unsteady from the shock moments before.

His eyes honed in on Lita as she stood there laughing, holding the now empty bucket tauntingly infront of him.

"Look who woke up. Come on now, we wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun," she taunted him as Matt came up behind her, his arms sliding around to rest on her stomach. "After all, you had your turn terrorizing me, it's only fair that it's our turn now."

Victoria bit down harder on her knuckle. This was a No DQ match, but still, was no one going to interfere and help Kane? She snorted. Of course not. They were scared of him, just like they were her. You don't help what you don't understand. Her eyes narrowed, brown bits of fire snapping in her gaze as she concentrated on the action playing across the monitor. "Come on, Kane," she whispered, leaning forward in her chair as she watched Lita saunter closer and closer to the dazed looking Kane. He was sitting up in the ring, water dripping down his face and chest. Victoria's breath caught in her throat as the camera panned at just the right angle and the water glistened on his chest, as bright and tempting as any diamonds. Her fingers curled into fists with the temptation to reach out and touch. Her heart thumped hard, her mouth went dry. What the hell was the matter with her all of a sudden? Why now? Why this man? Victoria shifted in the uncomfortable chair, trying to ease the feelings roiling inside her as the action rolled across the screen. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on a bead of water that started at the top of his shaved head and slowly—Victoria licked her lips—the bead of water slowly made its way down his cheek, working its way to his pale chest, trickling across his nipple and . . . Victoria shifted again, tugging at the loose hair at her temple, making a low keening sound in her throat. What the hell was the matter with her? Why him? Victoria shot out of the chair, grasping the monitor as Lita slammed the empty bucket up side Kane's head. "You bitch," she hissed, her breathing ragged, eyes narrowed and focused in hatred on the red head gloating on the screen. Victoria felt her stomach clench, felt the nausea trying to take hold and fought the sickness back, forced herself to think.
Reaching up, she ran shaking hands through her hair, tugging at the loose strands at her temples, the keening cry coming from her throat automatically. No one was going to interfere. Why would they? Who was going to help the monster, the freak? A sly, sadistic smile came over Victoria's face as she stood there, her gaze locked on the monitor. Anyone watching would have ducked and run for cover. Perhaps even the Big Red Machine himself.

Lita stepped away and behind Matt as he swung the bucket at Kane yet again to deter him as she made a hasty exit from under the bottom rope. Lifting up the apron, she shoved the various items out of her way, reaching out for another chair when she spotted something else. Something better. She smirked and grabbed the Singapore cane, standing back up and pushing the cane in the ring and sliding it across to Matt, who had evidently managed to take down the angry giant again with the bucket and was now standing above him, waiting for her.

Victoria took a shaky breath, one hand reaching up to pull at the dark hair at her temples. This wasn't her fight......this wasn't her fight..... Her gaze kept snapping back and forth between the monitor and the entrance ramp. She pulled a little harder on her hair. This really wasn't her problem, none of it was ......

As Matt picked up the cane and nodded to her, Lita turned around and slid her foot onto the turnbuckle and grabbed the ropes. She took a moment to balance her weight and slide a triumphant smile at Kane's still prone form stretched across the canvas, before straightening and preparing to do her finisher off the top rope.

Without so much as a warning, Victoria's hit, blaring over the speakers, causing Lita to jerk back, her rear hitting the top turnbuckle hard as she reached to steady herself on the ropes, trying to regain her balance. She quickly looked over her shoulder, her face blanching as she watched the Women's Champion make her way down the ramp.

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Author Notes: It's been a long time coming, and I wanted to get this chapter up before Summerslam started. (Come on Kane! Kick Matt's ass!!!) Anyway, as usual, thank you Takersbeloved for all the help with this chapter, and you know everything you helped with. . And um......ok, I'm gonna head out and watch Sunday Night Heat. Yeah.

Jessy A.