Today was the day. Tonight, Tristen would have her Hell in a Cell with Kane, and she was more than ready. She looked over at her roommates, who had taken to watching her every move.
"Hey, Zack. How are ya?"

Zack grinned.

"I'm cool, Broskette. You ready for tonight?"

"Oh Hell yeah. I can't wait to kick Kane's ass."

"Be careful out there, Mini-me. It's a Bring Your Own Weapons match."

Tristen turned and rolled her eyes at him.

"I made the damn match, Brooks. I'm fully aware of the stipulations!"

"What are you taking, Broskette?"

"Brass knuckles, bitch! I'm gonna kick ass!"

Punk laughed.

"I'll bet ya are, Tris."

"Hey guess what?"

"What?"

Tristen leaned over, so close to Punk that he thought she was going to kiss him.

"I get the shower first!", she screamed, causing Punk to fall over, clutching his ears.

Zack rolled on the bed in laughter as Tristen grabbed her suitcase and darted into the bathroom.

"Damn, Punk. She's a crafty little thing, isn't she?"

Punk glared at the closed door, then smiled.

"That she is, Broski. That she is."

Punk, Zack, and Tristen walked through the halls, talking excitedly.

"Damn it I can't wait! It needs to be time!"

Zack laughed.

"Don't get too excited, Broskette."

"I can't help it! Hey I gotta go check the match card. Catch y'all later?"

Punk frowned.

"Tristen."

"What?"

He shook his head.

"Nothing. Have fun in your match."

Tristen skipped away, leaving the two men alone.

She soon found herself pulled into a dark room with a hand placed over her mouth.

"Don't struggle."

She didn't listen, but kicked Kane's ankle, causing him to let her go.

Turning, she slapped him with all the force she could muster.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You think you can just throw me against a wall, threaten me, and then drag me in here without getting hurt?"

Kane did something then, something that shocked Tristen immensely.

"I'm sorry about that. I never wanted to hurt you."

Tristen stepped back, not sure what he was doing. Kane looked almost, hurt at the action.

"I understand your fear, but I promise not to hurt you anymore. It wasn't my intention to hurt you, Tristen."

"What the hell are you playing, Kane? What mind games are you trying to pull?"

"None. I just, I want to apologize for what I did."

Well this was a change.

"Why?"

"Because I-care about you," he said.

Tristen smiled slightly.

"Ya do? Really?"

Kane looked up at the change of voice.

"Yes. I've realized that hurting you wouldn't make you care about me."

She walked to him, hugging him around the waist.

"I care about you too, Kane. I don't know why, because of all the shit ya've done, but I do care."

Kane smiled.

"I know I can't take back what I did, but I pray you forgive me."

"I do."

"Thank you. Now let's go out there and have a good match," he said as his grin turned evil.

Tristen gulped.

"Damn. I feel like I'm gonna die."

"Don't worry. Mark kills everyone. I just scare the shit out of them."

It was time. A hush fell over the locker room as Tristen sat down and tied her black, silver-starred boots. She was ready to prove herself to everyone.

"Hey Baby Straightedge!"

"What, Randy?"

Randy smirked.

"Be careful out there, alright? I don't wanna have to carry your ass outta that cage."

Tristen grinned, slipping on her black brass knuckles.

"Don't worry about me, Snakeboy. I can handle this!"

John walked up and slapped her on the back.

"Stay loose, hit low, and land Sleep in Hell. He's a sneaky bastard, Colden."

"Thanks, Johnny boy!"

Kane sat in his locker room, breathing slowly. It was time.

He grabbed the chain by his feet and slung it over his shoulder.

"Little Brother."

"What, Mark?"

He turned to meet his brother's green eyes, which were filled with a warning.

"Don't hurt her too badly, alright? She's a cute little thing."

Kane grinned.

"I'm not gonna hurt her that badly, Mark. Just enough to make it look good."

Times are looking grim these days
Holding onto everything
Its hard to draw the line
And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space
Tortured by my memories of what I've left behind

Shut the fuck up! Get up!
Shut the fuck up! Get up!
Shut the fuck up! Get up!

"And now, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 115 pounds and bringing a pair of brass knuckles, Hellaena!"

Tristen stalked down to the ring, which was presided over by the deadly steel cage.

She looked up, smirked at the cage, and climbed into the ring.

The wonder of the world is gone I know for sure
All the wonder that I want I found in her

As the whole becomes a part I strike to burn
And no flame returns

Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around I'm back again

Finding I'm more lost and found when she's not around
When she's not around I feel it coming down

"And her opponent, weighing in at 323 pounds, bringing a chain, Kane!"
Kane walked slowly to the ring, a snarl on his face as he grabbed a microphone from a terrified technician.
He gave a sadistic grin as Tristen glared.
"There is still time to change your mind, little Hellaena. You can back out now, with no consequences."
Tristen brought the mic to her lips.
"I may be new, but I don't back out. Let's get the damn thing done."
The cage was lowered, the bell rang, and Tristen slipped on her brass knuckles, immediately jumping onto the turnbuckle and trying for a 450. Kane caught her in midair and slammed her to the mat.
Tristen arched her back in pain, and Kane grinned savagely.
Slowly, the girl got up and baseball-slid into his legs, causing him to fall and allowing her to get a few shots in with her weapon.
Kane shoved the small girl off and quickly wrapped the chain around her throat.
"Time to lose, Hellaena."
Tristen pulled frantically, trying to find some give in the steel cobra crushing her throat. Finally, she drove an elbow into his ribs and rolled away, grabbing a steel chair that someone had placed inside the cage and driving it into his stomach.
Kane went down and Tristen climbed to the top of the cage. She looked down at Kane.
Oh come on! You know you can't resist a good GTS.
Tristen grinned and jumped down, landing beside Kane neatly. "Naptime!", she screamed, pointing toward the ground. Then she pulled Kane up, gripped his head, and gave him Punk's signature move. With that, Kane was knocked out enough to be pinned.
"1, 2, 3!", the crowd cheered. Tristen stood over Kane's body as they raised the cage.
Punk's music sounded, and he ran out to the ring, sliding in and kissing Tristen hard.
"You did it! You beat Kane!"
The Big Red Monster sat up, infuriated at Punk's kiss with his girl. He stalked over, grabbing the man's throat.
"Don't you touch her!"
Punk looked at Tristen for help, but she simply smirked.
"Sorry, Punky. I hope Hell is a nice place, because that's where you'll be sleeping!"
Then she looked at Kane and nodded. He chokeslammed Punk through the mat, then pulled Tristen close and kissed her in the middle of the ring.
They had pulled off the ultimate betrayal.