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Born To Give Pain	By : Lyssiej Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 4184 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters and the way in which I portray them have nothing to do with the actual people who play those characters. Also, the whole Kane/Lita thing never happened in my story.

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The next week Maria cautiously entered the arena. She'd promised herself to better watch where she was going and to stay away from the dark places. She wasn't too worried that Kane would have told anyone about what happened, about her aberancy, the way a normal man might have. He always kept to himself. Trish, Molly, Christy, Stacey and Candace were all already in the women's locker room when she arrived. She'd showered at the hotel and waited until the last minute to get to the arena, so there would be less of a chance that she would run into Kane. Christy bounded up and said, “Look what you got!” The other divas were all looking at her with interest, even Molly. Maria saw a very large vase of flowers and a white box on the table in front of the mirror. “Those are for you,” said Christy, “We opened the box and found a card with your name on it. It was sealed, though, so we didn't get to peek and see who sent them. Hurry up and open it. We're all dying to know who they're from! You been seeing someone and not tell me?” “No, I don't know who they're from,” Maria replied as she walked over to the flowers. They were truly lovely, a dozen full-blown red roses. All the divas crowded around her, looking on curiously. She opened the box to find a small nosegay of little white flowers, with five petals and a yellow center, then she located the card in the box, nestled at the bottom in the tissue paper. It was thick, heavy cotton paper. Expensive paper. Maria had gone with her sister to order her wedding invitations, and that was the only time she'd seen paper like this. The creme-coloured outer envelope was blank but for her name written on it in large, elegant letters. This envelope contained another with a “K” engraved on it in an intricate calligraphy style with black ink. Maria angled the card away from them to read it. The moment she'd seen the “K”, she had known who sent the flowers.

Maria,

Join me for dinner tonight. I will come for you after the show.

Kane

Unbeknownst to Maria, Christy was reading the note backwards in the mirror. “Oh my God! Kane?” she blurted. The other divas were shocked into silence. Trish snatched the note from Maria's suddenly nerveless fingers and she quickly scanned its contents. “Love how he doesn't ask, just tells you he'll be here,” she snarled, taking issue with the implicit assumption of obedience, or, at least, compliance with his wishes. “What am I going to do?” whispered Maria, as much to herself as to the other divas. She knew why he was doing this, but how could she explain that to the other women? It was impossible. The WWE writers had shown her it was easy for her to play dumb, and that's exactly what she decided to do. “Pretend to get sick! We'll all cover for you, say you've been in the bathroom throwing up. Go back to the hotel right now,” said Christy. “I wouldn't do that, if I were you,” said Molly, slowly. Everyone looked at her, wondering why she would want to help Maria. “He likes it when people show they're afraid of him, right? So wouldn't it amuse him to know he'd sent Maria running with only a note and some flowers? Seriously, it seems like a bad idea. I may have a problem with the way Maria and some of the rest of you were brought into this company, but I'm nothing compared to what Kane could do to her.” “Molly has a point,” said Candace. “The flowers make sense now,” said Stacey, “I don't know if any of you know about the Victorian meanings of flowers, but the big bouquet are Provence roses. Provence roses mean 'My heart is in flames' which definitely sounds like Kane, and the small corsage, those are Rosa canina, which mean pleasure mixed with pain, and they're white, which means secrecy. That sounds like Kane, too. I wouldn't have pegged him for a flowers kind of guy, but that cannot be a coincidence.” Maria felt all the blood drain from her face at Stacey's words. What if she guessed? But, Stacey seemed to be focusing on what the flowers meant about Kane, not the message he was sending to Maria. “What are you going to do, Maria?” asked Candace. “Well, I can't go to dinner with him. He terrifies me,” she said. “We'll think of something,” said Trish.

Maria left the locker room a few minutes later, leaving the other women to continue their elaborate plans to get her out of the “date” with Kane. Each plan was more outrageous and implausible than the last. She needed to go check and see what she'd be doing that night. An interview and stupid question and a promo with all the other ladies in the ring, for their newest DVD. After seeing the idiotic question she'd be asking, Maria just shook her head. She wondered how she was going to keep a straight face while asking The Hurricane and Rosey if they felt that having super powers gave them an unfair advantage over their opponents. As she was heading back to the women's locker room, she saw Chris Masters approaching her. Unfortunately, she had nowhere to duck into and get away. He was annoying, didn't know when to back off, and honestly talked about himself in third person half the time. “Maria,” he said in his repulsive manner, “I thought you might be out looking for The Masterpiece. You look mighty fine tonight, but you'd look even better on my arm at the club later. How about it?” He was completely invading her personal space, but she refused to back away from this lowlife. She was frantically wracking her brain for and excuse not to go out with him when someone said, “She can't, Masters. She has plans. With me.” It was Kane. How could a man that big move so quietly, she wondered, as he was suddenly standing next to her. Chris Master's eyes went wide and he raised both his hands, open, palms forward, to his chest. “Oh, man, sorry, I didn't know,” he stuttered. With that he turned and walked away very quickly indeed. While glad he was gone, Maria was also terrified of the man standing next to her. She could feel him looking down at her, waiting for her to acknowledge him, so she looked up. “Thank you,” she said quietly. He seemed somewhat confused.
“Thank me for what?”
“Maybe now he'll stop pestering me.”
“You can thank me by not making me come looking for you after the show tonight. That would make me very angry.”
“I...I wont,” she promised.
“Good.”
He lifted his hand and moved the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. She felt a shock of warmth pass through her at his touch. She'd always known she liked things a little rough, but she'd never responded to anyone's touch this way. She both desperately wanted him to touch her, to hurt her, and she wanted him to leave her alone. Her eyes looked into Kane's pleading with him, for what, she did not know. As though he could read her mind, he smiled wickedly and tangled his hand in the back of her hair, drawing her body flush with his and angling her neck upward painfully, so her eyes still met his. She felt as though she couldn't breath and her body ached. He smelled wonderful, he felt wonderful. Her heart beat fast with fear and desire and pain
“Wear your hair up.”
“Where are we going?” she barely managed to whisper.
“That is a surprise,” he said, pushing her away abruptly and stalking off.

Maria hurried back to the women's locker room, shaking. Had Chris Masters already run his big mouth in the men's locker room? she wondered. Christy looked up as she walked in the door, “We think we've got a plan.” “It's no use,” Maria replied stonily, “I just ran into Kane in the hall when Masters was hitting on me. He said he'd be angry if he had to come looking for me. It was like he knew we were trying to find a way to get me out of it. I have to go.” “Maybe it wont be so bad?” said Christy, hugging Maria, “Maybe this is all some kind of elaborate joke.” The other divas looked at her dubiously, but said nothing. Maria quietly put on her make up and changed into her interview outfit, yet another little black dress. This one was black satin with split flutter sleeves and a plunging neckline with a little black satin flower sewn at the bottom of the plunge. It clung, skimming her body to mid-thigh where it flared to a short godet hem. She slipped her strappy black high heels over her pedicured toes, painted bright red to match her nails and lips. She was dramatic WWE Diva Maria now.

“Excuse me? Hurricane? Rosey?” Maria asked, wide-eyed as the tag team champions came backstage from another stunning title defense. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Most certainly, Citizen Maria,” said Rosey, striking his best superhero pose.
“Do you think that having super powers gives you guys an unfair advantage over your opponents?”
“Oh, certainly not, Citizen Maria!” cried the Hurricane, “Rosey and I would never use our super powers in the ring. They're only for saving the day.” He seemed hurt that she would even suggest such a thing.
Maria was then pushed aside by the new tag team contenders, Maven and Simon Dean, so that they could challenge The Hurricane and Rosey.

It wasn't long until all the divas would be going out to the ring to promote the new DVD, so Maria headed over to catering to snag a bottle of water. She was too nervous to eat anything. All the other divas were at a table, so Maria went and sat down. They chatted about various things, purposely avoiding the topic they were all actually thinking about. Chris Jericho plopped down in the last empty seat at the table and said, “I just heard the strangest rumor and I had to know: What on Earth would make you agree to go out on a date with Kane, Maria?”
“Word certainly travels fast around here,” said Maria.
None of the other divas could meet her eyes. They all looked at the floor guiltily.
Trish spoke up, “He didn't exactly ask her, Chris. He just sent her a note and flowers telling her they were having dinner tonight.”
“I just don't get it,” Jericho mused, “I've been around Kane for years. He's antisocial. I've never seen him seek out any companionship, let alone female companionship. They had to threaten to fire him to get him to go through with that storyline with Tori a few years ago. I mean, you're hot and all, Maria, but why you? Why now?” Maria pretended to be as astonished as Jericho was. She was too ashamed to admit what had happened with Kane in that darkened room last week. “Maybe he's just tired of being alone?” Stacey suggested. “Could be, I guess,” Jericho said with a shrug, “With Kane, who knows?” A stagehand came it to tell the Divas it was time to go to the ring. Maria plastered on her best airhead look and smiled and waved at the crowd. Truthfully, as much as she usually loved the cheering and attention, she was glad when it was time for Muhammad Hassan and Daivari's “interruption” of the promo. She headed back to the women's locker room with the others. It was nearing the end of the night, only two matches left. All the other Divas were showering and changing into their street clothes. Maria had decided to wear the dress she had on. Kane had told her to wear her hair up, and that made her think she might need to look dressier than her street clothes would allow. She touched up the kohl around her eyes and reapplied her lipstick, then began putting her hair up. Stacey said, “Would you like to let him know that you understood the message behind the flowers he sent?” “What do you mean, Stacey?” asked Maria.
“If you wear them in your hair, that means 'Caution'.”
“It does? I never knew that. Thank you.”
“I'll help you with it, if you want.”
“I really appreciate it.”
Maria put her hair up into a soft, round french twist and curled a few loose tendrils around her face. Stacey opened the white box and untied the small nosegay. She expertly wove the small white Rosa caninas around the twist. Stacey suddenly hugged Maria from behind and whispered, “Good luck,” then left the locker room.

Maria sat nervously awaiting Kane's arrival. What if he didn't show up? Worse, what if he did? Was that really worse? Of course it was! What was she thinking? There was none of the usual locker room banter tonight. Everyone seemed subdued. Tension rose as the last bell sounded. Minutes later, a knock sounded at the door and the locker room went dead silent. “Christy, would you take these back to the hotel for me?” Maria asked quietly, gesturing to the flowers. Christy nodded. The knock sounded again, sure and unhurried. Maria stared across the room at the door, unable to move. As if sensing her paralysis, Trish bravely answered the door. There stood Kane, looking solemn in an expertly cut black European-cut suit. Trish knew about suits. She could size up a man's paycheck, a freeness with it, in under five seconds. That suit was Holland & Sherry, if she didn't miss her guess, and she rarely did. He was also wearing a black silk shirt and a black silk tie with small red stripes. Trish suddenly realized she was staring, and at Kane of all people. He grinned his maniacal grin at her and she shuddered. Those eyes of his just creeped her out. “I am here for Maria,” he prompted. “Yeah...umm...I...I'll get her,” Trish stammered. She ducked back inside and leaned on the back of the door. “It's him, Maria,” she said, even though there was no need. Maria swallowed hard and willed her feet into motion. She crossed the room and opened the door. Kane looked her up and down. “You look nice,” he told her. “Thank you,” she replied, staring at him, “So do you,” she added belatedly. Kane silently offered her his arm, at which she stared. “Come on, Maria. Take my arm. I don't bite. Hard.”
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