*Ding Ding Ding* The winner of this match is Star!

My music blared through the arena and the crowd cheered. I went over to help Kelly Kelly up and out of the ring. I had always hated when i was set to face one of my friends. Friends in this business were hard to come by, real friends at last, and the last thing that I wanted to do was lose one over some pointless match. I offered my hand and she took it with a half smile. I quietly apologized and she forgave me. I was glad that she understood unlike some of the other divas who were complete bitches about the whole thing. I told her that i would call her later and make plans for lunch and that we'd try to find a gym to workout at. With that she exited the ring. I played to the fans for a few seconds long while she made her way to the backstage.

I got out of the ring and started toward the screen. The pyrotechnics went off for the next match. Kane's pyrotechnics nearly blinded me because I was stupid enough to look straight into them. The heat off of them was overwhelmingly hot and I paused to give them time to die down a bit. I went to the one side of the ramp to give him plenty of room to pass by. I, like many others were pretty frightened of him. After what happened with him and Kelly Kelly all the divas watched what they did around him. I just tried not to look at him or make eye contact. There were though much worse things that you could do around him. like, for example, run into him. Which is exactly what I did.

It was a lot like running into a brick wall because it didn't give way at all and i fell flat on my ass. I looked up at him and he simply had a smirk on his face. He didn't seem mad that I had just run into him, in fact he look almost pleased with himself. I could have swore that he was on the other side of the ramp, that i was surely no where near him. Could he have meant for me to run into him? I pushed all of these thoughts out of my head for the time being and started to my feet. But, before I could he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet

He had pulled so hard that I was surprised it wasn't dislocated. When hadn't let go though after a moment I tried to yank my arm free of his grasp, which I might add wasn't the smartest thing ever, especially after the match I had just had, he held fast and seem to not even notice. I shot him an accusing look while i tried to pry my arm free with my other hand. "What the hell do you think your doing!" I yelled at him, but it seemed to get lost in the din of the crowd. His large frame started shaking with laughter as I struggled harder to get free. His other hand encircled my other wrist and put both of my wrist in one of his huge hands.

"Let me the fuck go!" I screamed as loud as I could. I no longer cared who heard me, I was really starting to panic. My stomach was doing sickening flips, which didn't help anything. I had the horrible habit of crying when I got really scared , but I tried very hard to stifle them. He took my face in his hands and tilted my head up to look him right in the eyes. His mismatched eyes were cold and cruel, they made me want to look away as soon as our eyes meet. I lost it for just a moment and a stray tear ran down my face. He caught sight of it and brought his lips to where it was running down my face. I tried to move my head away from him, but his hand would let me move anywhere. At this point I was a complete loss for words and any idea what to do. I was mentally freaking out and starting to shake a bit. He brought is lips to my ear, "I'll see you around, little one." With that he let go of me and I ran, almost tripping up the ramp and straight to the backstage area without a single look back. Kelly Kelly and I were definitely going to have something to talk about tomorrow over lunch.

A/N: I published a different version of the yesturday (11/25), but I decided that I really didn't like it at all so I edited it big time. Sorry for any confusion. I'll update soon. Happy thanksgiving!