The next week on RAW Abbie had just finished getting changed when she heard a knock on her dressing room door. She opened it to find Goldust standing there in all his golden glory.

"Is it true sweet Abigail? Have you found yourself in the clutches of a great red monster? What was it like? Was he gentle with you," The golden man asked as he rubbed his chest provocatively.

Abigail scoffed at her friend's words but couldn't stop a smile from lighting up her face. "It wasn't like that Goldust and you know it. That's just what you wanted to happen."

Goldust faked a hurt expression and placed his hand over his heart. "How could you say such a thing? I would never want you to be in harm's way. Unless that's what you're into."

"You are such a mess, you know that," Abbie replied, motioning for him to come inside.

He sauntered in and she closed the door behind him. Goldust and Abbie had been friends since she first joined RAW, she had always felt drawn to the strange gold man. They began doing pranks to the other superstars together and it wasn't long before they were inseparable.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do Abigail, we both know you'll do what you want in the end anyway. Just be careful, for my sake," Goldust said turning back to face her with a pouty expression, "I don't know what I'd do without you. Doing pranks on my own at this point would be so dull."

"You worry too much Goldie, I'm going to be fine. Kane just wants my help in the match, and seeing as I have no plans to screw him over I should be perfectly fine."

"My dear, sweet, innocent Abbie, do you really think he will let you go so easily," Goldust came towards her and placed both his hands on her upper arms, "Once he has you, he isn't going to want to let you go. Trust me I know."

She snickered at him and placed her hands on his arms as well, "Listen to me, I am going to be just fine. I know he has a bad streak with women, a very bad streak, but I think I can handle one match with the guy."

At that moment she heard a loud pounding on her door and her and Goldust slowly turned to face it.

"That's probably him now, oh my poor Abigail. Try not to get caught in his flames, you may only burn away."

Abbie rolled her eyes at her dramatic friend before she walked over to her door and pulled it open. Goldie hadn't been wrong, there he was all seven feet of him standing in her doorway. He barely even registered Goldust's presence as his mismatched eyes landed on her.

"Let's go."

Abigail leaned to the side and grabbed a hair tie from her bag, then waved at Goldust as she followed Kane through the stadium. It wasn't a long walk but she did manage to get her brown hair in a braid before they reached the gorilla position.

"So we're going out to your music right," She asked moving her braid to fall over her shoulder.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Abigail looked up at the big red monster and smiled, "No I was hoping for it, your theme music is one of my favorites."

Kane huffed at her but smirked at her response. Trish and Jericho were already down in the ring. The match was a joke to Jericho, stating that there was no way Kane had managed to find a diva who would stand with him in the ring. Abigail smiled up at Kane and nudged him.

"Let's go shut him up."

Kane looked pissed and nodded his head as his music came blasting through the speakers. It quickly made Jericho go quiet as Kane came out and started walking to the ring with Abigail close behind him.

"And now coming to the ring Kane and Abigail," Lilian Garcia announced before stepping out of the ring.

The crowd was going nuts and Abigail was feeding on that energy, getting pumped up for the fight she was about to have. Kane climbed over the top rope and Abbie took the stairs, climbing over the ropes before taking a seat on the turnbuckle.

The music cut off and Jericho started laughing, pointing over at Abigail, "This is who you got?! The annoying prankster from backstage who's always running around with Goldust?!"

He stopped for a moment to try and control his laughter while Trish stood next to him frowning at the young woman. Abigail didn't take it to heart and instead raised her eyebrow at Kane, and motioned at the two with her head and Kane seemed to take the hint.

Kane stepped forward and gripped Jericho by the throat and Abigail stood up on the turnbuckle and jumped down drop kicking Trish onto the ring canvas. Kane lifted Jericho up and choke slammed him down next to Trish and the crowd went wild. The match had officially started.

Trish rolled out onto the mat so Abbie moved over to the other side of the ring and stepped out, allowing Kane to have his fun with Jericho. The big red monster had the upper hand for a while till he went to kick Jericho and Chris pulled the referee in the way. The ref went down hard and rolled himself out of the ring so he could recuperate. They were lucky he didn't just pass out.

As Kane was distracted by the Ref getting hit, Trish threw Jericho a steel chair. Jericho picked it up and slammed it into Kane's back hard. Abigail gripped onto the ropes and glared over at Trish who was busy cheering on Jericho. Abbie dropped down from the side of the ring and carefully snuck over to where Trish was standing and then speared her onto the mat. Sorry Trish, nothing personal.

Trish's head hit the ground hard and Abbie was pretty sure she was knocked out. She picked up the woman and threw her into the ring. As she climbed over she saw something that just made her snap. Kane had been beaten into a corner of the ring with blood pouring down his face from a head wound.

Abigail stalked over to Jericho and when he raised the chair to hit Kane again she pulled it right out of his hands. Before Chris could even turn around she slammed it into the side of his head and Jericho dropped like a pile of rocks. Without missing a beat she raised the chair above her head and slammed it down on Jericho again and again and again.

When she was satisfied and breathing quite heavily she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "It was me, Jericho. It was just a tiny prank gone wrong. You should have kept your big ass ego in check."

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the referee crawling back into the ring. Abbie threw the chair back out on the mat and covered Trish. The referee slammed his hand down on the ring three times and it was over.

"Here are your winners, Abigail and Kane!"

Abigail quickly moved over to Kane and placed her hand on his shoulder, which earned his hand going straight for her throat. She placed her hand over his and leaned down so he could hear her.

"Hey, easy big guy, it's just me. Come on, let's get you out of here."

Kane released his hold on her throat but shook his head. "I can't see."

The blood from his head had gotten in his eyes. She could see where he had tried to get it out but instead had only smeared it.

"Alright, then I'll be your eyes," Abigail took his hand in hers and tried to pull him up but he only grunted and shook his head, "I know you have a hard time trusting people, but what other choice do you have right now?"

Kane huffed in annoyance but he stood up from the corner. She was careful to lead him down from the ring and up the ramp. All the while the fans were cheering behind them.

Once they made it backstage she stopped him at a nearby table. "Okay just sit here and I'll get you a doctor."

"No doctors," Kane growled as he once again tried to rub at his eyes.

Abigail caught his hands and carefully placed them back at his side, "You need to stop doing that, and if you won't go to a doctor then I'll try and handle it."

She noticed a stagehand standing near them and shouted at him, "Hey, how about you stop standing around and get me two rags, one wet and one dry, a bandage, and some medical cream."

He seemed surprised at her yelling at him and he started to stutter which only served to piss her off. "Look jackass, I told you what to do, if I have to ask again I'll be beating your ass with a chair next!"

The man quickly understood and ran off. Abigail let out an annoyed sigh and leaned down to look at the damage on Kane's forehead. She noticed his shoulders shaking and then started hearing him laugh. It wasn't one of his usual menacing laughs, it almost sounded like a genuine one.

"I think he might have pissed himself."

Abigail scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Well, he should have listened to me the first time then."

The man reappeared and handed her everything she had asked for before running off again. Kane was probably right, he did look a bit spooked.

Abbie picked up the wet rag and wrung it out on the floor. She didn't really give a damn if the floor was wet.

"Okay, I'm about to start getting the blood off your eyes. So do me a favor and don't open them until I tell you to, alright?"

Kane nodded at her words and she carefully took the now damp rag and started wiping the blood away. She did her best to get it all gone before she moved on to his head. He had a cut there but it wasn't too deep. She didn't think he was going to need stitches.

The young woman then took the dry rage and dried off his eyes and forehead before holding it on his cut.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now. Just don't move, I still need to get the cream and bandage on."

When he opened his eyes the first thing he did was look down. She gave him points for not moving his head when he did but she knew what he was seeing. They were both in a very intimate position. Abbie was on her knees between his legs doing her best to apply the cream to his cut.

When he looked back at her with a grin starting to form on his lips, Abbie smirked back at him.

"Keep it together big guy, I'm not even done yet."

Abigail placed the bandage on and wiped her hands on a clean part of the dry rag. "Alright, you're all done."

Without even thinking about it she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the bandage. When she looked back down at Kane he was staring at her with his mouth half-opened.

"If you don't close that mouth flies are gonna get in," She said standing up. Abbie was already starting to feel the soreness in her arms from beating Jericho with that chair. I'm gonna be feeling this for a couple of days.

"Why are you helping me?"

The question took her by surprise and she looked down at where Kane was sitting. His eyes were on the floor and she felt her brow furrow.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Kane looked up at her with an expression that clearly said, "You know why."

Abigail sighed and kneeled back on the floor in front of him, "Okay, let's get this out of the way. I'm helping you because I want to and this was all my fault, to begin with. No, I'm not expecting anything in return. I know the things you've done and I know that you think you can't trust people, but I want to be your friend."

Kane seemed to be searching her face for something, possibly if she was telling the truth before he started glaring at her, "I won't risk trusting you. It brings me nothing but pain,"

The young woman stood up and chuckled while shaking her head. Kane seemed to turn deadly serious.

"Are you laughing at me?"

Abbie smirked down at him and crossed her arms, "That's the real question, isn't it? You're worried this is some joke, whether I set this whole thing up just to mess with you, or if I want something from you."

Kane tilted his head and stood up, towering over her. "Everyone is out for themselves Abigail. When I least expect it you'll show your true colors. People always do."

"I already showed you my true colors. All I want is friendship," Abbie said shrugging and placing her hands in her pockets as she looked up at him.

"You can't have it, and if I were you, I would stay far away from me. Before you wind up hurt," He growled before stalking away further into the stadium.

Abigail watched him go before she heard a voice beside her.

"That was so anti-climactic, he could have at least said thank you."

She turned to see Goldust standing beside her and the young woman just shrugged her shoulders.

"Eh, he'll come around."