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Destination Darkness	By : Boganwendy Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1631 -:- 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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A/N: After watching Survivor series from 2005, I got the idea to do this story during once of McMahon’s money giveaways.
I’ve switched the timelines a bit so that Wrestlemania 24 would take place five weeks after Vickie and Edge’s wedding. The Undertaker will be reuniting with Kane and Kyash in a match against Edge, Vickie and Chavo. I’ve watched Wrestlemania 24 over and over again to perfect The Undertaker’s entrance and also add Kane and Kyash in it
It will be something different. Please review and rate so I can fix up any mistakes I’ve made throughout the story. This story has one main pairing which will be made obvious in the first chapter. I also have a lovely little idea for a story consisting of Kyash and Stone Cold Steve Austin.
This is purely for fan entertainment. I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment, its characters and storylines. I do own Kyash. If this story offends you, please do not read any further than you already have.

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The beginning of the end.
Pity those to take the brunt of their power
And worship those who stand by their side.
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Destination Darkness.
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Chapter 1: A Dangerous Mind.
As quiet as the snow falling in winter, a single figure appeared in what looked like a druid outfit. The figure gave out a soft giggle and positioned itself behind the large dollar note that had Vince’s face upon it. The druid’s hand rose to pull down the hood of its outfit. Kyash’s head appeared underneath, her green eyes scanning around to make sure no one had seen her. No, they were too busy watching the draft to give a damn.
Slowly, Kyash began to unscrew each of the bolts of the sign, leaving only one to hold up most of the weight of the sign. Throwing a rope around the base, Kyash motioned for two druids to come over.
“You will hold this sign up. When I come out of the covering and motion for the sign to drop, you let go of it.” Kyash breathed. “Don’t you dare ruin this for me or it will be hell to pay.”
The druids nodded their understanding and began to hold up the sign. Kyash exhaled a breath and pulled the hood back over her head. As she disappeared backstage, Kyash looked back in the ring.
It was nearly time. She thought as she climbed up the small ladder and squeezing into a small part of the RAW stage.
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Vince McMahon stood behind a case of money. A million dollars he would give away each and every RAW night to those who he rang up and had given him the password. Millions of RAW viewers from around America had signed up in hope to win some of McMahon’s money. Tonight was special. It was the draft and after the main event of over the top match between RAW, ECW and Smackdown, Vince would give away $500 000 dollars of his own money.
He watched as competitors from RAW entered the ring, followed by ECW then Smackdown. When the bell rang, the superstars began to attack each other, save for their team mates to win the last two draft picks for their brand.
Vince had the strangest feeling that something big was going to happen after he gave away the money.
After several minutes, Edge was left in the ring and captured the two last draft picks for the Smackdown brand. Mr Kennedy and Triple H were the two that would move to Smackdown.
Vince cleared his throat. It was time to give out the half a million dollars…
A loud bang and an explosion had diverted Vince’s attention. What the hell was that?
Vince looked up and found that part of the RAW stage had fallen down. How strange. That looked like it was tampered with.
Another explosion came and the lights were out. The only lights that were on were shining directly onto the fallen piece of stage that laid on the ramp.
Smoke filled the arena and a strange sound came from the speakers of the arena. The druid’s music was playing. As the druids circled the small stage part, Vince was beside himself. How dare someone tamper his precious equipment! This was his show and he would have control of it.
The druids froze and there was another explosion. Appearing out of the small stage part was Kyash and the crowd burst into cheers and howls of delight.
Kyash looked around the arena. The sounds of her fans from all around were like music to her ears, save for the gasps and shocked stares from Vince and other superstars that were around the ring. When she looked down at the superstars, her lips curled to a twisted grin.
Her left hand pointed to the large money note that was above Vince and motioned her hand down. A creak followed by a scream of terror came from Vince as he was crushed beneath the weight of the sign.
Superstars and officials surrounded the sign and began to move it away form Vince. His legs were trapped beneath and he was unconscious for the time being. Kyash, however, was still staring at the ring, her eyes fixed upon certain competitors in the ring.
Kyash turned her head away from ring and stared at the crowd surrounding Vince. He was finally awake, yet he kept yelling that he couldn’t feel his legs. When Vince was carried away by paramedics, eyes were all on Kyash as she took hold of the microphone.
“That was the first part of my revenge. Vince had to be punished for what he did to me and there is more to come.” Kyash turned away from the crowd and stared towards those in the ring. Each superstar’s eyes were wide out of pure shock and perhaps a small amount of fear. The coldness in her voice, the pure and raw hatred was clear as she spoke again. “No superstar is safe from me until my revenge to Smackdown is complete.”
Kyash dropped the microphone and turned to leave. As quick as the whole thing had started, Kyash was gone, disappearing into the darkness that had engulfed the arena.
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Hidden away in a small alleyway, The Undertaker stood in front of Kyash. He couldn‘t help but be pleased at the plan that was unfolding. He had sent his best to the WWE to take his place whilst he healed. Now she would take her reward and allow her to continue to exact revenge on all the superstars that had taken both himself and her out.
The Undertaker could hear Kane shift behind him. He knew of his infatuation with the woman in front and perhaps he might give his brother the diva as a present when all of this was over.
“Kane, you want Kyash, don’t you?” The Undertaker spoke in his usual cold tone. Kane swallowed thickly, watching the gentle green eyes of Kyash stare at him, curiosity evident.
“Yes. I do.” Kane rasped, shifting once again when he spotted Kyash lick her lips. Oh, how he wanted to ravage her, pin her against the bed and fuck her into oblivion. At the thought of burying himself within body would be a delight.
Kyash cleared her throat. “Before we get to that business, may I ask who I have to go after?” Her eyebrow rose when The Undertaker pulled out a small list of two names. Kyash’s eyes fixed upon the two names.
Edge and Vickie.
Moistening her lips with a swipe of her tounge, Kyash pocketed the list and nodded. “I’ll look forward to seeing you two again in a few weeks at Wrestlemania.” She smiled towards Kane and turned upon her heel.
As she left into the dispersing crowd of WWE fans, Kane looked towards The Undertaker. The older brother looked back and smiled. “Relax, she knows what she is doing.”
“What if..” Kane swallowed hard. The thought to lose such talent to injury would ruin the plans that the trio had.
“Kane, listen to me. Kyash will do this because that is who she is. This will define her as the top female wrestler in the WWE and will also mark our return to once again take over the WWE. Have some faith in the woman, please.” The Undertaker admonished. Yet within the coldness of his eyes was fear.
The Undertaker was worried.
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The air was different when Kyash had returned to the WWE. There was the sense of fear that Kyash would be on a war path, but there was another sense of delight when the rumour of Kyash going after Edge and Vickie in Smackdown was passed around.
When Kyash had entered the Smackdown locker room, MVP stepped up to her and smiled. Kyash’s right eyebrow immediately rose when MVP placed his hands upon her waist.
“Baby, thank you so much. You’ll be saving Smackdown from losing their most talented wrestler here. Me.” MVP grinned from ear to ear.
Kyash’s eyebrow joined the first. “Oh certainly, Montel. Not only are you the most talented, you’re also the most egotistical, the most worthless and the only person who suffer such humiliation by having Matt Hardy vomit all over you.”
The cheers and laughter of the crowd outside was burning MVP’s ears and his grin faded. “You evil bi--”
“Temper, Montel. I don’t want to ruin your cute little face.” Kyash purred and left the locker room. She only had to take one step forward to be in the face of Vickie, the General Manager, and her fiancé Edge.
Once again, Kyash’s right eyebrow rose. “Can I help you two?”
Vickie’s face was filled with rage as she snapped towards the other woman. “Kyash, how dare you injure Vince that way. What would happen to the WWE if he was left to be in a wheelchair like me?”
And once again, Kyash’s left eyebrow joined the right. “I’m surprised you had emotions or even cared about anyone else, Vickie. After all, all you seem to be doing is giving your little toy boy here a bit of love during work. You don’t care about the superstars.”
Edge snapped. “That’s not true and you know it.”
“Not true? Last time I checked, Vickie had to use HER powers to make sure your worthless ass won the Heavyweight Championship because you knew The Undertaker would win it back. You had to have your trailer trash ‘La Familia’ help you win against Batista and also help you attack superstars who had expressed their dislike towards you and your… woman.” Kyash retorted. “You may be able to get rid of other superstars but you can’t get rid of me. And Edge, you may be able to fool Vickie into thinking you love her but you can‘t fool anyone else.”
Vickie was beside herself. “How… dare you…talk like that to me and to my fiancé like that.”
Kyash’s eyes narrowed. Vickie and Edge knew that they were in for it.
“How dare I? How dare you, Vickie, you worthless excuse of a human being. You were the one that banished me and The Undertaker from the WWE because you knew that we were better than you and you knew that we would oppose your sham wedding to Edge. Now, you get what you deserve and that is a one way ticket to your demise. I‘ll be damned if you let anything else happen.”
“That’s it. Kyash,” Vickie screamed. “Get out! Get out!”
Kyash’s laughter echoed in Vickie’s ears, and the General Manager sighed quietly. Edge frowned and knelt in front of Vickie. “Baby, relax. Put her in a TLC match with her. I’ll teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.” Edge rubbed Vickie’s shoulders soothingly. Yet Kyash was right. He didn’t love Vickie.
Kyash pulled away from behind the door and smiled.
~*~
Paul Bearer stood in front of Kyash, staring over the diva as she prepared for her match. A click of the tounge and Kyash’s eyes flashed towards Paul. “What? You think I can’t do this match, Bearer?” She snapped, folding her arms across her leather cased chest.
Paul flinched at her tone and shook his head. “No. But this is a TLC match. You could ether injure yourself again or you could lose your career by falling from the ladder and hitting the floor below.” Paul flattened his palms on Kyash’s shoulders, smoothing out the cresses. “I’ll be coming with you down to the ring.”
Kyash sighed and nodded. “Alright. My contract is up hanging, right?”
“Yes.”
Shaking her arms, Kyash shut her eyes. For a moment, Paul caught glimpse of the real Kyash. An exhausted, very wise young woman with a constant weight upon her shoulders. It was such a rare sight to behold.
Kyash opened her eyes and looked up to the ceiling. “Well, come on Bearer. We better get going.” With a soft grunt, Paul followed Kyash down to the curtains to await her signal to enter the ring. Kyash sighed quietly, her arms folded. Paul spotted the look of worry and he wrapped his own arms around the young diva.
“You’ll be fine. You’re in your element.” Paul rose his arms a little bit more and held Kyash’s face in his palms. The look of worry was still there. “Forget the past.”
Kyash shuddered. “Paul.. You forget. TLC was the type of match that I nearly died in.”
“Mark Henry isn’t here. He won’t kick out the ladder, don’t you worry.” Paul soothed, watching the worried look slowly fade.
Kyash nodded and pointed towards the signal for her entrance. “Robinson is calling for us. Let’s move.”
As she moved down the ramp, Kyash was stunned at the sight.
Tables, ladders and chairs were all around the ring and up the ramp. Kyash eyed her contract that hung above her. She didn’t care that ‘La Familia’ would be outside the ring, cheering for Edge. She just prayed to God that she wouldn’t die in this match.
As Edge entered the ring with ‘La Familia’ by his side, there was an unexpected appearance of several superstars. Kane, Big Show, Batista and The Great Khali stood in Kyash’s side and began to each cheer for Kyash in hope that finally, she’d ruin the grip Edge had on Smackdown. Even Kyash was startled to find that Khali had come onto her side.
The bell rang and Kyash focused back on Edge. The man was circling around Kyash, his grin widening with each cheer Vickie gave him. Kyash scratched the back of her neck and spotted the largest ladder near the ring.
Perfect.
Kyash’s attempt to run for the ladder was blocked by Chavo entering the ring and hitting Kyash across the back with a chair. The sudden contact force Kyash forward into Edge’s fist and was the first hit to draw blood from Kyash.
Noticing blood dripping from her lip and chin, Kyash gave an angry cry and lunged at Edge, her fists and knees hitting at any part of the man’s body. Damn the family and damn her fears. No one had ever made her bleed and she would be damned to have Edge take advantage.
As Edge laid reeling on the floor, Kyash dashed for the ladder. However, Edge reached out just in time and pulled Kyash back. He pinned her down to the ground, Kyash squirming beneath the bigger man. She could swear she felt Edge’s arousal press against her.
Kyash looked up, her eyes wide as Edge gave a soft thrust against her. The thing throbbing against her WAS his arousal. With a roguish grin, Kyash bucked her hips against Edge and kicked him off. Once again, she ran for the ladder and leapt for it.
“Stop her!” Vickie screeched. Her voice was the only signal needed for Kane, Khali, Big Show and Batista to enter the ring and stop La Familia from attacking Kyash.
Kyash pounced upon the ladder, clinging tightly to it as it rocked violently upon two legs. As it steadied, Hawkins and Ryder broke away from the group and moved to push the ladder towards the ring, in hope it might injure Kyash on contact.
It was all part of what Kyash wanted. She spotted her opening and jumped up, latching onto to chains that held up her contract. The ring of the bell and Vickie’s screams of anger echoed in the arena as Kyash clung onto the chain for dear life.
As she landed on the ground, Kyash pulled the pen out of the contract pocket and signed onto the Smackdown brand, signalling the reign of terror that she was bound to bring.
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