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The Prodigy's Revenge	By : Boganwendy Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Prodigy's Revenge
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The Prodigy’s Revenge.

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They all saw the druids carry her lifeless body away. Her arms spread out and hung down, her body bruised and bloodied. They were carrying away a fallen angel; beaten by the hands of her former friend and secret love. Every superstar saw her and they didn’t think she would ever return.

Kane thought he had gotten rid of her. He thought that if he sent Mark Henry after her, he would destroy her. But when he saw the state that Kyash was in afterwards as the druids carried her out, he felt a pang of guilt and worry. He felt bad in dealing out punishment towards his friend… his only friend. He couldn’t handle the confession she had given him; that she had slept with Stephanie McMahon in a drunken night.

Even after the attack, the superstars directed their rage towards Kane. The Undertaker had his stern words towards his younger brother and even the Great Khali had verbally attacked Kane. Surprisingly, Khali showed his affection for the fallen superstar that was his tag team partner for several matches.

The fallen superstar, named Kyash, was one of the popular superstars on the WWE. Beauty, strength and brains combined had formed her and she was admired for her talent and her strong minded views on other divas wearing clothing that was exposing too much skin. She found it wasn’t a good look.

It was also known that Kyash had feelings for Kane since the two became close friends. But Kane chose to ignore it and continued his friendship. It was confusing for Kane that when she admitted she slept with Stephanie McMahon in a drunken state, Kane was put into a jealous rage and attacked her verbally.

After Kyash’s match with Lita the next evening, Mark Henry came out, and on orders from Kane, had attacked Kyash to unconsciousness.

It had been one year since Kyash had disappeared… Everyone thought she was gone. But there was one person that knew she would be returning…

Paul Bearer pointed down to the grave in Death Valley, druids circling it and digging up the sands. The Undertaker stood beside Paul, his green eyes staring down to the grave. His voice was cold, dead as he turned his gaze to Paul. “What is buried here?”

Paul smiled, staring at the large hole with the druids still digging at it. “Kyash’s urn. Her power lies in that urn. If we get it, we can gain control of Smackdown once again, my dear boy.”

The Undertaker frowned for a moment then turned back to the grave. “This urn… can it control her? She was exceptionally strong; Vince couldn’t even control her, let alone DX.”

“The urn controls her power, she’ll follow it. You, my dear boy, could even get your World Heavyweight Championship belt if she returns.”

A flash of greed appeared on The Undertaker’s face and a wicked smile appeared. “A title belt, eh? This will be interesting.” He watched as Paul leaned down to look into the grave.

A druid stopped digging and picked up a small box that its shovel had hit. Paul reached for the box, taking it in his meaty grasp and placed it on the sand. Opening the box, he pulled out the small urn and smiled. “I believe we’ve got her now.” Paul laughed as the earth began to rumble slowly.

The Undertaker could feel the power emit from the urn and the ground beneath him and soon spotted a hand burst from the sands of Death Valley. A black haired female would rise, sand falling off her thin, slender frame as she pulled herself out of the hole in the ground and stride gracefully towards Paul and the Urn.

Kyash looked from her urn, to Paul, then to The Undertaker and back to Paul, her eyebrows rising. “You found my urn?”

Paul, a twisted grin on his face, would hold out the urn. “We seek your return to Smackdown. We know you wish for revenge on Kane and we want control of Smackdown. Only you can get it.”

Kyash would muse for a moment, her arms folding. “What will you two give me?” Her eyes then lingered to The Undertaker and he immediately swallowed thickly. He knew what she wanted.

“We understand that being in the desert for so long hasn’t be pleasurable,” Paul looked towards The Undertaker and smiled. “I’m sure my boy here wouldn’t mind making you happy?”

The Undertaker nodded and held out his hand to Kyash. Quickly leading her to the waiting Limousine, Paul would carry the urn close to his chest as The Undertaker and the new Prodigy Kyash settled comfortably together in the back seat.

~*~

It was a nice feelings to return to the city of New York. Whilst Death Valley was beautiful, it was also very hot and very boring; it was a desert after all.

Kyash blinked out of her gaze and gently poked The Undertaker, who was napping quietly beside her. “Taker.. Wake up. I need to ask you something.”

He grunted softly and opened his eyes. Tired green eyes fixed upon Kyash’s ice blue and he sat up. “What is it?”

“Don’t you have a name? I can’t keep calling you Taker all the time.” Kyash whispering, making sure not to wake up Paul who was fast asleep, still clutching her urn.

“Call me Mark. It was my name…” He murmured, his eyes closing once more. “I still don’t understand why you liked Kane…”

Kyash flinched at the word ‘Kane’ and Mark’s eyes opened, staring curiously towards Kyash. “You still love him, don’t you?”

Her jaw dropped open and she scoffed. “No. I wouldn’t waste my time with him.” She flinched again when Mark laughed softly.

“I can see it in your pretty little eyes. You still love Kane despite the fact that he sent Mark Henry after you and nearly killed you.”

“You’re full of shit. I do not love Kane. What he has put me through after being attacked has only made me notice that romantic feelings are pointless in life. I’m better off without having anyone.”

“Oh yeah? Once you get your revenge on Kane, what is gonna happen? You’ll hit him a few times, smack him then fuck him into oblivion? No, I doubt you’ll do any of that. You’ll just go right up to him and kiss him.” Mark then scowled. “He’s with some red head now named Lita.”

Kyash sighed lightly and turned her head away, her eyes closing. “I don’t love him. I will get my revenge, make sure you and Paul get Smackdown and then I will take my urn and leave the WWE.” She muttered. “It’s pointless to stay.”

“And where are you going to go? You have nowhere to go. The superstars all miss you and even Khali wants you to return.” Mark’s hand settled on Kyash’s thigh, gently trailing up the limb. “I want you to return…”

Kyash shivered at the sudden touch and struggled to breathe. Such sexual and suggestive contact of the skin had immediately weakened her barriers she had up and her eyes snapped open. Her head turned towards Mark and she laid her head upon his lap, sighing. “Just let me think about it…” She murmured sleepily and she floated off to sleep.

~*~

Kyash laid comfortably upon her hotel bed, her legs and arms spread out as the cushioned comfort relaxed her muscles. Mark was standing above her, staring down at her relaxed form with a small smile. He had seen Kane earlier in the hotel and he was stunned to see Mark there with Kyash and a look of jealous rage appeared once more on his face.

Mark leaned over Kyash, brushing away strands of her black hair and listening to her breathing hitch at her throat. He lowered his lips to her ear, murmuring softly, “If you could only become mine, we’d take over Smackdown. You’d be rid of Kane and have the pretty Women’s Championship around your waist.” Mark smiled at Kyash’s look of thought.

Her barriers were still weakened after Mark touching her that afternoon, she was so close to submitting to him. All he needed to do was to touch her again and she would be his.

However that touch never came, with Kane pushing Mark away from her. Immediately, Kyash sat up, fear overriding shock and she sprinted out of her hotel door. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her onto a strong shoulder. Kane had closed the door behind him and carried Kyash out to his own hotel room and shut the door behind him with a swift kick.

Dumping Kyash onto the bed, Kane quickly tied her up with the rope on the bed and began bolting and shutting windows and doors. She was trapped.

“Kane! Let me go… Let me GO!” Kyash shrieked, struggling in her bonds when Kane drew close. His chest was rising and falling with heavy, deep pants, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared towards the female on his bed.

“I killed you… and I find you…with Mark.” Kane panted, his body leaning towards Kyash, watching her shrink up away from him. “You’re…alive. You have been alive… for a year. And for a year… I’ve been so… twisted about hurting you…”

Kane sat down in front of her, his hand gently travelling up her thigh. Kyash began to whimper, thrashing her legs side to side before Kane’s hands resting on her ankles, ceasing her thrashing. “Don’t make me hurt you again, Kyash.” Kane breathed, tightening his hold on Kyash’s ankles until she nodded her head, fearfully gazing up at him.

Kane’s look softened and he gently brushed his hand on her cheek, and Kyash turned her head to the side, away from his hand. She hissed angrily before whimpering when Kane’s hand twisted in her hair and yanked her head up inches away from his. She could smell the scent of ashes and his cologne.

“I’ll make sure… you never leave… me again… EVER.” Kane rasped, his hands cupping her face in his palms. “I’ll make you mine…” He breathed, crushing his lips against hers in a possessive embrace.

Kyash knew deep down she wanted him. She had loved him ever since she watched him as a teenager. But being forced into this… arousal had flared in her belly yet her body refused his touch. His hands were everywhere; brushing against her arms, her stomach and all the way along her breasts. Her arms were beginning to ache from being tied up, and the rope was digging into her ankles.

Kane pulled back, noticing Kyash’s discomfort and ran his hands over her arms. “Want me to untie you?”

Kyash nodded and whimpered. “Please…let me go…”

Kane shook his head, rising up Kyash’s arms and brushing his lips slowly over the ropes. “No. Not until…” He leaned back down, his tounge snaking out to brush along her wrist whilst he untied the ropes. Though her legs still tied, Kyash’s arms were free and her hand immediately connected with his jaw.

Kane reeled back, his hand touching his jaw lightly. Fury arose once more before he smirked and stood up. “I see you’re still the feisty little bitch that you always were…” Kane chuckled, his hands lowering to yank down Kyash’s jeans. Kane positioned his head between her legs, inhaling her scent and watching her breathing hitch and letting out a whimper.

Untying Kyash’s rope around her legs, Kane yanked her jeans off her legs, leaving her bottom half exposed to his deranged gaze. Kyash could only pray that she wouldn’t die. She was limp as Kane removed the rest of her clothing, yet arousal was still flaring and she began to breathe heavily.

Kane’s hand gently brushed against her opening, a knowing smile appearing on his features and he spoke softly, “You deny it, yet it’s so clear… you want me just as much as I want you.” Kyash couldn’t reply as Kane’s mouth lowered and covered her aroused flesh, his tounge pushing past her moist opening and into her, pleasure assaulting every part of her body.

“Ah… N-No!” Kyash mustered, her fingers twisting in the bed sheets, her head tossing side to side, trying to ignore what was happening. But she couldn’t, Kane’s finger drove inside before she could even think, the digit thrusting in and out, back and forth until another finger joined the first. The fingers stretching and filling her until his thumb caressed her clitoris.

Her body began to twist and contort as her orgasm washed over, her moans becoming screams of pleasure, howling out her ecstasy until finally, his fingers stopped and withdrew.

Her whole body was still shaking from Kane’s touch and he leaned over her, brushing his lips over hers. He let out a soft murmur, the words shaking Kyash to the core and changing her mind about leaving.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

Kyash’s eyes darted up to meet Kane’s gaze; his eyes glassy and sombre. Her heart began to ache for him, desperate for him as she replied. “I love you too Kane. I thought I could hate you, but I found I couldn’t.” Her hands rose to cup his face, fingers trailing along his bald head and down his cheeks. “It’s impossible.” She huffed lightly.

Kane chuckled and sat up from the bed, slowly inching down his pants to free his erection. Kyash let out a impatient growl when Kane lowered back down, teasingly nipping at her earlobe and nuzzling into her neck. When he looked back up at her, Kane smiled softly. He had finally found the woman of his dreams. His best friend, his workmate and now his lover.

He was shocked though, when she suddenly moved and Kane was pushed flat onto his back. Her hands were splayed over his chest and she leaned over him, smiling. Her voice was so sultry and seductive that Kane had begun to shiver, “So, I believe that it’s my turn, yes?”

Kyash’s head lowered, her gaze soon fixing to Kane’s erection that jutted out of his form. It was so big, Kyash could only wonder if she was able to handle him. She smiled back up and him and moved her body down, her chin gently bumping against his cock.

Her lips parted, Kyash covered the swollen head slowly, her tounge affectionately lapping and licking at the tip of his penis. She parted her lips more, taking a few more inches into her mouth, covering the organ with salvia then beginning to slide his penis back and forth in her mouth.

Kane let out a pleasured growl, his meaty hands gripping his lover’s black hair. He never had this experience before and he was glad that it was Kyash with him. When her fingers lightly brushed against the bottom of his penis, a much louder moan came from Kane’s throat and he heaved her back up, his face level with hers.

The two lovers looked at each other briefly then embraced once more, their lips locked in a fiercely passionate embrace, their tongues tangled together in the passionate kiss.

Slowly and gently, Kane eased Kyash onto her back and broke the kiss. His penis settled at her entrance, Kane panted at Kyash’s face. His voice was ragged and rasped when he spoke, “Kyash, are you sure you want…” He couldn’t find the breath nor the words to continue, since Kyash had claimed his lips once again, her legs locked around his waist so his arousal pressed firmly against her.

Kyash thrusted forward, urging Kane to enter her, and he implored, easing his massive erection into her. He felt her small body relax around him when he was fully in her and he looked down at her, his hands resting at her face, cupping her face.

He began to thrust into her slowly, listening to her intake of breath and her soft moan. Her hands had gripped his waist, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the stimulation spurring his hips forward. Her cry of pleasure had Kane driving deeper into her, increasing the pace and strength of his thrusts until her cries became more louder with each passing moment. He was desperate to pleasure her.

When he leaned down once again, Kane’s lips pressed onto Kyash’s, she moaned loudly against his lips when finally, her orgasm was reached and her hands clutched at his shoulders. Her small body curling and contorting underneath him, her tunnel had gripped tightly over Kane’s erection.

Kane groaned out loud and gave one more hard thrust, his own orgasm washing over and he emptied into her. He dropped on top of her body, her arms tight around him and her heartbeat pounding against her chest.

“Kane…” Kyash whispered softly in his ear, her lips pressed against the lobe. “Do you love me?”

Kane looked up, his face resting on her shoulder. She was looking back, her eyes glassed. “Do you?

“Yes, I do.” Kane murmured into her ear and his eyes closed. Kyash gave a delighted hum and she nuzzled close.

“I love you too, Kane. But if we ever have a fight, try not to bring Mark Henry into it…” She replied and Kane began to laugh.

“I promise.”

~*~ FIN.
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