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Born To Give Pain	By : Lyssiej Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 4183 -:- 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.

Ch.1
As she walked into the arena, she still stared around in amazement. Sometimes it was hard to believe that she was really here, really in the WWE. Maria knew she was beautiful. People had been telling her that all her life. Like it or not, it was important to be hot if you wanted to work in the WWE. She finally had her dream job and nothing was going to stand in her way.

Maria made her way to the women's locker room. Several of the guys tried to catch her eye on her way there, but she just smiled at them and kept walking. She needed plenty of time to shower, change, and transform herself from regular Maria to WWE Diva Maria. Several of the other girls were already there and they greeted her. Everyone was discussing their roles in the show tonight, who was doing what with whom, and where the storyline would lead. She noticed that Lita wasn't talking or being talked to. “Serves her right,” thought Maria, “Carrying on with a married man that way”. Maria stripped and turned the shower on very hot, just the way she liked it. She took her favorite sweet pea-scented shower gel out of her bag and hopped in. As she gently lathered her body, she thought about her role tonight. She was going to be doing interviews, of course, in her best bubbly air-head voice, asking the dumbest questions imaginable. “That's okay, though. I can pretend to be an idiot to keep this job!,” she mused. She shampooed and conditioned her hair, then got out and reached for her towel. It wasn't where she'd left it. She stepped out of the shower and glanced around. No towel. “Someone thinks she's funny.” She strode completely naked into the main part of the locker room. “I believe someone has my towel,” she stated. The only other person in the locker room was her friend Christy, who giggled and tossed the towel out the door into the hall. “I can't believe you just did that!” said Maria, shocked, “Get it now! I'm not going out there!” “You must not want the towel very badly then,” said Christy, as she stepped out, leaving Maria alone. Maria searched the rest of the locker room, but there was not a towel to be found. She cracked the door and looked both ways. The coast was clear. She quickly ran out, grabbed her towel, and hurried back into the locker room, unimaginably happy that she hadn't been seen. “I'll get her for that!,” she thought. Maria dried herself and blow-dried her hair, then began putting on her make-up. When she finished, she put on a black g-string and then slipped the itsy-bitsy sparkly black halter-top mini-dress she was wearing that night over her head. “Very nice,” she thought as she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were outlined with dark kohl, and her lips with a light pink shimmery lipstick. She walked out of the locker room to stop by the office and find out what kind of spot they had her in that night.

“Hi, Maria,” said Jericho, as she walked up to the table to grab a bottle of water.
“Hi, Chris,” she replied.
“So, you're interviewing me tonight?”
“Am I? I was just on my way to check the schedule now.”
“Yeah, they'll probably have some utterly asinine questions for you to ask.”
Maria rolls her eyes in a most exaggerated fashion. “Probably so.”
Chris laughs and says he'll see her later.

Maria winced at the stupid question she was to ask Jericho after his match, in which Batista was going to interfere. “So, did it hut when you got Batista-bombed?” The writers were certainly doing a good job of making her sound like a ridiculous fluff-brain. Still, she knew that she would ask the question in her perkiest, most empty-headed voice, with her eyes wide and innocent.
“Ready for your match tonight, Maria,” Bischoff said as he walked up to her.
“Huh? My what?” asked Maria. She remembered last week when Bischoff made an inappropriate request and she turned him down flat.
“Oh, you have a match tonight, yes, you do,” said Bischoff, still smirking.
Everything about the man was slimy.
“What kind of match, Mr. Bischoff? Lingerie Pillow Fight or Bra and Panties?”
“No, you misunderstand. You have a real match, a wrestling match, against Molly.”
Maria couldn't believe her ears. She had no real wrestling training, as much as she'd like to. “I can't wrestle Molly! She hates all the Diva Search competitors! She'll kill me!”
Bischoff snickered and said, “Good Luck,” as he sauntered off.

Maria fled back to the women's locker room. Christy was still there and she immediately asked what was wrong. Maria told her about the match and Christy was just as surprised as she had been. “He can't do that to you!” Christy cried. Then, who should walk in but Molly herself. “Ah, Maria! Just the person I was hoping to see!” said Molly in a fake-perky voice, “I'm finally going to get my hands on one of you little sluts tonight!”
“Molly, I don't want to wrestle you! We both know I am not a wrestler and you are.”
“Exactly. I've trained and paid my dues and you just waltz in here with a pretty face, flashing your boobs around and you get more air time than me!” screeched Molly. Molly reached out to grab Maria, but she quickly ran out of the dressing room with Christy close behind. “What am I going to do?” Maria wailed. “I can't wrestle Molly and I certainly can't wrestle in this,” she said, gesturing to her dress and high heels. “I have my work out gear and sneakers with me. You can borrow them. They aren't pretty, but they're clean and cover more than your dress,” offered Christy. Maria hugged Christy, “Thank you so much!” Just then, a stage-hand came running up, “Maria! It is time for you vignette with Jericho. Get a move on!” Christy tells Maria she'll wait and watch for Molly to leave the dressing room, then sneak in and get her work out gear for Maria to use.

Maria straightened and put on her best air-head look. When Jericho walked through the curtain, she asked, “Mr. Jericho, did it hurt when you got Batista-bombed?” blinking her wide eyes. Jericho looked at her as though she'd grown another head.
“Did you just ask me if it hurt when Batista attacked me during my match?”
“Yes, did it?”
“Are you an idiot? Of course it hurt! The man's an animal!” snarled Jericho as he walked away toward the trainer's rooms.

After filming, Maria walked back to the women's locker room, where Christy still stood outside, waiting. She shook her head. Molly hasn't left yet. It's an hour until the match. Maria decided to find a quiet place to sit alone for half an hour, to contemplate her match. She slipped around corners and down halls, going further away from everyone. She found a dark, empty room and walked in, hopping up on a table to sit with her legs tucked beneath her. She sat quietly, wondering how much Molly is going to hurt her. “What are you doing here?” a voice asked her from the shadows. Maria jumped, startled that someone was there and she hadn't known it. “I'm sorry,” she said in the general direction from which the voice had come, “I didn't know anyone was here.” She gasped as Kane stepped out in front of her, closer than the voice had sounded. “You don't belong here,” he stated. She almost fell off the table trying to get down as quickly as possible, nearly flashing him due to the shortness of her skirt. She pulled her dress down, standing with her back pressed against the edge of the table. “I'll go right now,” she said, glancing at the faint light outlining the door. He smiled that evil, sadistic smile and stepped toward her. She had heard from the other divas to give the big man a wide berth and had noticed most of the male wrestlers did the same. People said he liked it when people showed they were afraid of him, especially women. People said he liked causing pain a little too much. She squeaked when he suddenly closed the short distance between them, too afraid to move. From the smile she could tell he liked her fear, but she couldn't look away. There were mere inches separating them, no chance for escape. He let his eyes drift downward and she shivered slightly. He lifted one hand and traced a finger down the side of her face to her exposed collarbone. She was very, very still, barely breathing. Suddenly, the hand grabbed her throat, half encircling it and squeezing. The smile was gone, replaced by a look of pure menace. He lifted her off her feet and slammed her back into the wall next to the table. It was hard enough to knock the breath out of her, but definitely not as hard as he could, as nothing seemed to be broken. The hand at her throat was still squeezing as desire replace the fear on her face. Kane dropped her in surprise and she collapsed to her knees. “Go away now,” he said quietly. Maria got to her feet and walked shakily to the door.

When she got back to the locker room, Christy pulled her inside and shoved the clothes into her hands. “You okay?” “Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about my match with Molly,” Maria lied. “Get a move on. It is nearly time. I know you're scared. I would be, too.” Maria put on the clothes, which fit her perfectly. Just a plain light pink baby doll t-shirt, a pair of black athletic pants and black sneakers, but it accentuated her curves nicely. She walked to the curtain and was shortly waved through. She walked toward the ring, with Molly in it, letting her uncertainty show on her face. Molly attacked as soon as she got in the ring. She didn't even try to make it look like a real contest. She just beat the crap out of Maria. Finally, it was over and Molly pinned her. She whispered venomously in Maria's ear, “Not such hot stuff now, are you?” A couple of the trainers helped Maria from the ring when RAW went to commercial break. When the trainers finally released her, almost everyone had left the arena. It had taken a lot to convince them that she didn't need to go to the hospital. As she got to the women's locker room, Christy was walking out. “Maria! I thought the trainers sent you to the hospital!”
“No, I convinced them not to.”
“You should have gone. You look awful. Molly really hurt you badly.”
“I hate hospitals. Besides, I have six days off to rest. No promotions or signings. I think even Bischoff was shocked by the beating Molly gave me.”
“You want me to wait for you? I'll give you a ride back to the hotel.”
“No, you go on. I'm going to take a long shower, then I'll call a cab.”
“Well, okay, if you're sure.”
“I'm sure. I'll launder your clothes and bring them back to you on Monday, okay”
“Sure, don't worry about it!”
“I guess this just lets me know that I always need to bring something like this with me, just in case.”
“It is a good habit to get into,” said Christy over her shoulder as she left.

Maria got back in the shower, grateful for the warm water's soothing effect. For several minutes, she just stood there, then washed and stepped out, drying off with her fluffy white towel. She rubbed floral-scented lotion into her skin. It was amazing how drying two showers in one day could be for her skin. She changed back into the street clothes she'd worn to the arena, a knee-length gray wool skirt and a dark blue satin button down shirt with rhinestone buttons. She walked into the hall, feeling in her purse for her cellphone to call a cab, but didn't feel it. She kept walking, looking down into her purse. As she walked past one of the darkened hallways, someone stepped out in front of her and she bumped into them. She looked up as she said, “Oh! Sorry!,” but the words trailed off. It was Kane, leering down at her. She involuntarily took a step back as her mouth dropped open. “What...What do you want?” she asked. He advanced toward her and she backed slowly away. “I was thinking about our meeting earlier.”
“And?”
“It isn't every day that a woman looks at me with lust in her eyes.”
“I didn't!”
“Yes, you did.”
In this manner they'd traversed the length of the hall, him slowly walking forward and her backward. Her back hit the wall. She could back away no further. Kane stepped into her, placing one hand on the wall beside her head. He watched her face and saw only fear. With his other hand, he gently covered her throat again, recreating their earlier meeting. As he began to squeeze, rather than fighting him, her body relaxed and the same look of desire burned in her eyes. He leans down, positioning his lips millimeters from hers, but holding her against the wall, keeping that tiny amount of space between their bodies. In that space, just beyond touch, she could feel the heat of his body. She made a sound deep in her throat. The lack of blood flow to her brain was making the edges of her vision start to darken. He closed those last few centimeters and she kissed him. He leaned back abruptly, releasing her, and she fell into a crumpled heap on the floor. He laughs bitterly. “So, you like pain, Maria. How very...interesting.” She kept her eyes on his boots, not looking up, feeling the passion ebb and the horror and shame fill the void it left. “I can give you pain,” he whispered insidiously. “No,” she said quietly. “We shall see about that,” he laughed evilly as he walked back into the shadows. Maria cried quietly, still sitting in the floor.
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