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Out of the Fire	By : Boganwendy Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Out of the Fire.
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A/N: Thank you to the many people who have read and to those who have reviewed my other story. I wrote this story a few days after ‘Burning Revenge’.
Kyash is one of the original characters that I have created. I found that because of her nature, I tend to place her in different situations. I do enjoy placing her in a part where she is the revengeful woman. Kyash is also very egotistical and can be very protective of her emotions in her strange way. The T marking comes from the marking that the Undertaker uses and I’m quite fond of it, so I have it tattooed on my right arm.
We all do remember the storyline between Lita, Kane and Matt Hardy and how Kane and Lita wedded and soon enough, Edge comes along for the party. I did the unthinkable and made sure that in this story, Lita and Kane did NOT get married. Their vows are written as close as possible to what I remember from the storyline.
I did use a few scenes from WWE, which, by the way, I do not own.
I enjoy reviews, but please, don’t flame. I don’t have the patience to tolerate idiocy anymore especially when I watch WWE and see that Edge is holding the Undertaker’s title.
I dedicate this story to a close friend of mine who gave me the inspiration on Kyash’s character.
And yes, this is a bullshit story. Nothing after this is true. Except the Kane and Lita storyline that happened several years ago.

Out of the Fire.
~*~
2003. Possibly Kyash’s worst year. No, it was her worst year. All because of one man who had broken her in half. Tore her heart out, spat on it and threw it in the trash. Now that man was marrying Lita, her friend and rival for the Women’s Championship. She had felt the worse physical pain… now emotionally.
2004 came and no one knew when or if Kyash was to return to RAW. No one thought she would make her return due to the emotional and physical damage Kane had given her. Only one person knew Kyash and her whereabouts and that was Stephanie McMahon who, after much sneaking and asking around, found Kyash in a hotel apartment not far from where the wedding would be held.
The two women sat down together, Kyash on the bed and Stephanie beside her, watching the Monday night RAW telecast. Stephanie mused on how Kyash was so furious that Kane and Lita were getting married. Obviously the woman was in love with the… man. If that is what you can call him.
Kane had set Kyash on fire and buried her alive. The emotional and physical damage was clear when the druids had carried her out of the arena. She had been gone for nearly 13 months and built up rage and frustration were beginning to take its toll on Kyash.
“Damn it! She doesn’t love him! He can’t see that she doesn’t want him. She wants Matt!” Kyash snarled, black strands of hair obscuring her vision and she swept them aside.
Stephanie laughed to herself and leaned back, “Kyash. Don’t you think that you should return to ‘deal’ with these two? It is so obvious, even to someone who is blind, that you are in love with the Big Red Machine and you have been ever since you two had become friends.”
Kyash’s face turned bright red, all except for the T burn that was on her skin. “And get attacked AGAIN?”
“You’ve been gone for 13 months. My father wants you back in the WWE because the young female fans look up to you. And you’re a great person to work with, everyone is missing you.”
“But… Stephanie…”
“I know you’re scared but it is time. You’re ready and everyone else is. You just need to get your return ready.”
“Hmm. I suppose so… I could always trash their wedding and take over RAW.” Kyash thought, tilting her head back. “Alright. I’ll see you next Monday. Their wedding is in three weeks, right?”
Stephanie grinned. An excuse for destruction always got Kyash. “Yeah, three weeks. Be prepared though. We won’t let anyone see you.”
~*~
It was the night of Kane and Lita’s wedding and Kyash had quietly snuck into Lita’s room. There was a white wedding dress, obviously Kane had picked out, and a black dress. Lita was behind the screen and was getting into the black wedding dress. Kyash took a flower and held it out for her friend.
“I agree, black is the right for this kind of thing. I wouldn‘t call it a wedding though.” Kyash grinned, watching Lita’s face look up and brighten.
“Kyash! Oh my god! Thank god you’re here.” Lita cried out, wrapping her arms around Kyash and cupping the woman’s face. “Oh god, look what happened to you. Does it hurt? Oh god, you shouldn’t be here, Kane will kill you if he finds out that you’re back.” she gasped, pulling Kyash behind the screen.
“Relax Lita, me and Steph have everything worked out. You’re gonna say your vows and say I do but I’ll come in.” Kyash spoke quietly, her green eyes unusually cold and dark as she looked down.
Lita sighed, wrapping her arms around Kyash’s neck. “I know you love him. I’m sorry.”
Kyash flinched and shook her head. “I don’t love him.”
“Yes you do Kyash. You can’t hide it.”
Kyash scowled and she reached for her bag, pulling out a druids outfit. “You go get ready, I’m going to put this on. Just play along and you’ll be fine.”
~*~
Kane stood at the middle of the ring, watching his beloved Lita walk down the ramp. His face was contorted with rage as Lita was wearing the black wedding dress and not the one he had picked out. She was his now, it didn’t matter. She stood in the ring, opposite of Kane, her face blank and pale.
“We’re gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony. Lita and Kane have both made their own vows. Kane, would you like to say yours?” The priest asked, turning to Kane.
Kane turned to Lita, that deranged smirk appearing on his face. “Lita, I knew the moment I first saw you that you were going to become mine. You’ve given me your body, your mind and your heart and tonight, you will give me your soul. You are mine, Lita. You will never escape.”
Lita shivered, looking down at her feet. It was nearly time, Kyash would be outside of the curtains, preparing for her return.. She just had to saw her vows.
“Lita, your vows?”
Lita shivered and looked up into Kane’s eyes, hatred flaring for the man. “Kane, you are a horrible human being. You are a freak, a monster and the most disgusting person on this planet. You are evil, sick, twisted and I refuse to be with you. But alas, you have forced me into this relationship and I cannot escape. I hate you Kane, I will always hate you and I will always love Matt Hardy.”
Kane’s eyes narrowed before he spoke. “That was lovely.” He laughed, turning back to the priest. Just as the man was to speak again, the lights dimmed and focused on the entrance. There, a single druid was standing.
The druid slowly began to sway, its voice strangely soothing. Lita smiled, yanking out of Kane’s grasp. It was time. Kyash was here!
The druid froze before its robe slipped off as the lights turned off. As soon as the lights returned, the crowd began to scream and cheer as Kyash stood in the druid’s place, her eyes fixed on Kane as he stood, dumbstruck. Lita took this opportunity to leave the ring, passing Kyash and running backstage.
Kyash stepped into the ring, taking a microphone and standing in front of Kane. Her voice was cold as she began to speak.
“Just over a year ago, Kane. You burnt me alive, you buried me. You ripped out my heart and spat on it like it was trash. Whilst I was in the depths of the cold, cold earth, I thought to myself ‘Why would my friend, my best friend do that to me?’ Then it hit me… It was because I was in love with you and you didn’t want that. You could have told me instead of attacking me till I was nearly DEAD.”
Kane stood there, blank. Everything was swarming back to him, she was back, she was… back..
Kyash rose her hand, slapping Kane across the face. “I hate you.” She breathed into the microphone and turned to leave.
A hand gripped her wrist tightly and yanked her back, both Kane and Kyash barely inches from each other. Kane’s face was contorted with anger but soon calmed and relaxed as the two stared at each other.
Kyash’s arms slipped up to wrap around his neck and Kane thought she was going to kiss him… she was so close to him.
Her lips were bare inches from his and she rose the microphone between them, speaking into it. “You are nothing, Kane. You were my friend, and now you’re nothing. It.. It is so pathetic of me to be in love with you despite the burns you‘ve left me with… emotionally and physically.” And she dropped the microphone, quickly leaving the ring and taking a small white rose. Raising it up, she dropped it on the floor, stomping on it and kicking it away.
Kyash returned backstage musing on her verbal attack. It was a success, of course. Everything that she had planned went along smoothly. Her green optics lingered on Kane in the far end of the hallway and the two stared at each other. Kyash shrugged and made her way forward, once in his range, she passed by him without a second glance and turned the corner.
Sitting outside, watching the audience members leave after the show, she placed her chin on her hand. She wondered when she had fallen in love with him, when she had devoted her soul to the Big Red Machine.
Perhaps it was when she was comforting after he was forced to remove his mask. Then there was Wrestlemania XX when Kane had to deal with his older brother returning.
The beautiful, devious Kyash. That was no longer so. Kane took that and ripped it apart. Now she was just the vengeful Kyash, the only one who had the guts to stand up to that monster. Even while she was buried in the dirt, she was already plotting her revenge towards him. Now she had succeeded and she could go on with life, perhaps even try for the Women’s Championship.
Unlikely. Only beautiful, robust blondes can go for the championship, her mind taunted and Kyash twisted a few black locks around her index finger. True, but there were other things to do rather than go for some belt.
Other things… No there wasn’t any other things to do. She had achieved her goal and now she would leave the WWE and vanish for good.
Tears suddenly streamed down her face and she buried her face within her hands. Images of Kane and his relationship with Lita were burning into her mind. He should have be the one kissing her, not Lita. Then there was the memories of telling him that she was in love with him. She remembered his face went cold, dark and he set her alight. After that, she didn’t remember much. The last thing she remembered was Kane’s smiling face as he covered her body with dirt.
Standing up, she walked back inside. Perhaps she could ask Vince if she could transfer to Smackdown or to ECW. There were a few good looking men in ECW, but Vince would probably tell her to stay in RAW until the drafts and that wouldn’t be for a few more months.
Kyash reached for her bag and lifted it onto her shoulders. She walked down to the WWE tour bus where she was greeted by William Regal, Randy Orton and Edge who were waiting in line for the bus.
“Well, if it isn’t the beautiful Kyash, making her long awaited return to RAW in hope of ruining Kane’s life.” Regal smiled, patting the diva on the shoulders. “We missed you, girl. It’s so glad to have you back.”
Orton looked up and down at Kyash, a smug smirk on his face. “I certainly missed seeing your pretty face walking around backstage.”
Kyash’s eyes narrowed angrily towards Orton and she rose her hand. Edge stood in between and wrapped an arm around Kyash’s shoulders. “Babe, don’t worry about him. You have me, the ultimate opportunist and your soon to be boyfriend, right?”
Laughing, Kyash shook her head and brushed Edge off. “I’ll think about it for the moment, Edge.” She smiled warmly to him until a shadow appeared behind her and she spun around, now face to face with Kane.
“I doubt she would lower herself to your standard, Edge.” Kane grunted.
Kyash’s eyes flared and she folded her arms. “And since when did you become my fucking master, hm?” she spat.
Kane met her gaze with an angry one of his own. “I think since you need to give me some respect before you make your own decisions.”
“Oh yes, because you are what makes the world turn, you are the core of the WWE, the pride and joy of your family.” She retorted, turning her back to him and pushing past to enter the bus. She took a seat in the far back but Kane sat down beside her.
“You aren’t escaping so easily this time, Kyash.”
“I wasn’t aware I was running away from you.” She snapped, placing her earphones in her ears and turning her Ipod on. The first tune that came to her ears was Kane’s theme song and she quickly turned the Ipod off and stuffed it back in her bag. “Fuck, first you get into my head, then into my heart, NOW in my Ipod.”
Kane snorted. “Unintentional, I’m sure.”
Kyash’s eyes flared again and she folded her arms. “I hate you.”
Kane smiled, leaning down so his lips were inches from her ear. “You’re a bad liar. You always were.”
That made her snap. “If you don’t love me, or never did love me, fucking say so and get the hell out of my life!” She yelled, stand up despite the bus moving. The superstars turned to look at the two and Kane frowned.
“I don’t...” Kane struggled to find the words as he saw the destroyed look upon her face. It was a look he had never seen upon her face. It was almost…
“Fine.” Kyash spat and she turned her Ipod back on. When the bus stopped at their hotel, she was the first to get her bag and walk into the hotel lobby. Kane watched her closely as she waited for the lift, then hopped on when the doors opened. He ran to the doors, but she had already pressed the button, her eyes fixing on his face as the golden doors shut in front of her.
~*~
Kane sat upon the balcony of his hotel room. What he had told her wasn’t true, and immediately as the words came out, he regretted them.
Of course, he loved her. He fell in love with her as soon as he laid eyes on her when she had first debuted. She was his best friend, his only friend. She was there whenever he was injured or in emotional distress. But then he had to ruin it with his words, his manner of speaking. No one could love a monster like him… He was, a big red machine as everyone put it.
He only went with Lita to fill Kyash’s void. When he had injured Kyash, he regretted it but couldn’t admit he was at fault. So he continued to destroy her, to bury her alive. Lita was only a filler, he never did love her or want her. He wanted Kyash and now his former best friend was gone. So many regrets that he couldn’t fix…
He was positive he could see her on the balcony next door, he could hear her voice.
“Mother, I’m fine. Really, I am. I’m not hurt or anything.” He could see and hear her speaking into the phone.
“No Mother, I won’t do anything stupid. Yes I know I’ve been depressed lately but I promise I won’t do anything rash.” Kyash sighed into the phone and she began to pace around on the balcony.
“Mother, don’t be stupid. I wouldn’t hang myself over him. No.” She snapped into the phone. “Mother, you’re over-reacting. Go back to bed. I’ll call you later.” She hung up and turned.
Kane and Kyash’s eyes fixed on each other. Kane could see the raw emotion evident on her face, in her eyes, in every feature…
“Kyash, wait!” Kane called out as Kyash broke the eye contact and walked into her hotel room. “Wait!”
His attempts to speak to her were fruitless as she shut the door behind her and pulled the curtains across. He had to speak to her somehow. He had to admit that he was wrong. He was in love with her!
~*~
Kyash munched quietly on her apple, watching the telecast of Smackdown being aired on TV. She sighed, throwing the apple core in the bin and making her way into the bathroom to make herself a bath.
As the water began to pour into the bath, she pulled off her shirt and stood in front of the mirror. She stared coldly into her reflection as waiting for it to leap out and attack her.
The bath filled with hot water and she stripped the rest of her clothing off and slipped into the water. She sighed again, dipping her face into the water and leaned back, relaxing her body.
She didn’t know Kane was peering through the door, watching as she laid in the water.
God, she looked so beautiful, so peaceful, Kane thought as he admired her from the door. It was so rare to see her completely relaxed, oblivious to any dilemmas and people outside of her mind. He could just watch her all day and not --
“Kane, I know you’re there.” Her lilting tone broke his thoughts and he immediately stepped back. How the fuck did she know?
He watched her eyes open and peer at him, a curious look appearing on her face. “What do you want?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. He noticed that she didn’t curl up or scream at him to leave…
“I.. I came…here.” Kane spluttered. It was so unlike him to be nervous. He was a machine, he wasn’t mention to be nervous!
Kyash’s eyes trailed down to the tent that his erection had formed in his pants. “No, you didn’t come but you seem to be pretty damn close.” She scoffed and stood up. “You’re here for something. So what do you want?”
He could just fuck her against the wall if he could. But he couldn’t seem to move his arms or legs.
“I came here… to see you.”
“Why?”
Kane swallowed thickly. Damn her, why did she have to be so gorgeous? “I came here to say… I..” His voice trailed off and he couldn’t muster the words. Damn it, his brother could say it…
“You what, Kane? I already know you hate me, now you come in and spy on me while I’m in the bath. Are you trying to fucking make me insecure?”
“No..”
“Then what is it Kane? Why do you have to come in here while I’m in the bath and ---.”
Kane rose his hands and cupped her face within them, his thumbs brushing over her bottom lip to silence her. “I love you. You’re a wicked, fickle, egotistical bitch, but fuck it, I love you. I love you more than fire, more than anything else I ever loved on this planet.” He muttered against her lips, his breath grazing her cheeks.
Kyash’s eyes widened. He loved her? “Kane, you said you hate me. You never loved me. How can I believe you?”
Kane sighed. She was right. He did say he hated her, but he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it.. “Kyash, please. Let me prove it to you.” He moved closer, his forehead pressed against hers, his eyes imploring her to allow him. Her eyebrows rose and she folded her arms, watching him closely with a curious glint in her eyes.
“Please Kyash…” He asked, “Marry me. Become my wife…”
Narrowed eyes widened again and Kyash took a step back. “W-Wait…What the fuck did you just ask me?” Kyash spluttered.
“Marry me, Kyash. I love you.” Kane whispered, lowering his form down until he was on one knee. “Please…”
She couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t be… proposing to her? He said he didn’t love her. He ADMITTED it. But there was something in his eyes, something in those beautiful, hypnotic eyes that seemed to win her over.
He loved her.
“Kane…” She breathed, leaning down over his form, her hands gently cupping his face within her palms. “I’ll marry you.”
Emotions swept over him and Kane stood up, pressing his lips firmly upon hers as he lifted her up. Carrying her wet, shivering body to the bed, Kane lowered her down, admiring her body as she laid beneath him in her natural glory.
As soon as he leaned down, stripping out of his wrestling attire, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, parting her lips with his tounge, tangling them together in a passionate embrace.
His touch claimed her, and she was his.
His fingers slipped down, gently brushing over breasts, down her stomach then to her hips. His hands rose back up, cupping her breasts within his palms, his mouth engulfing her right nipple while his hand cupped the other, his thumb and index finger rolling her left nipple between them.
Kyash let out a strangled cry, her back arching to get more of him, her nails digging deep into the skin on his back, though not deep enough to break the skin.
“You cruel son of a bitch.” She hissed, though a playful grin was on her face as he released her breasts. His hands slipped down over her stomach, shifting so his cock was positioned against her entrance. His eyes watched her chest rise and fall with shallow breaths, her lips parted to take in more air.
“I could say the same thing to you, dear.” Kane rasped, leaning down and pressing his lips firmly onto hers, his tounge slipping past her parted lips and brushed with hers just as he began to thrust into her.
She broke the kiss to let out a moan of rapture, her nails once again scoring into his back and dragging upwards. He thrust inch by inch into her, watching her face screw up underneath him as he entered her.
Once buried to the hilt, Kane stopped moving, giving her time to adjust before her eyes snapped open, flaring in shock.
“Why’d you stop?”
Kane chuckled, burying his face into the crook of her neck and slowly rocking his hips against hers, sliding his erection back and forth into her willing sex. He could feel her body quiver underneath his form, her small body contorting erotically and her bright eyes wide with delight.
Kane heard her voice begging for more and he picked up the pace, his arms curled underneath her and lifted her towards him, keeping his face buried in her neck, his cheek brushing against hers as he rocked.
Her legs wrapped around him, her feet pressing into his backside and locking him in place, clutching at him. “Kane…” His name passed her lips in such a sultry manner that Kane knew he would never let her go. He saw her face screw up once more, her walls contracting over him until she stiffened beneath him, a howl of pleasure escaping her as she gave into her orgasm. After a few more hard thrusts, Kane moaned her name as he climaxed, bursting into her wondrous body.
She remained underneath him, her arms still clutched at his back in fear he would leave her. But he never would.
~*~ Fin.
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