Kane stood in the ring and stared at AJ. She showed no fear as he stood there, eyes locked on her.

Why had she kissed him?

Frankenstein and the Bride by Blood on the Dance Floor blared through the arena as a black-haired woman bolted down the ramp and speared AJ, screaming.

Punches were landed on the brunette Diva before she was put in a sleeper hold and suplexed to the mat.

The ref counted to three and raised the woman's hand.

Kane grabbed a mic and put it to his lips.

"Only one woman alive knows that combination," he growled. "You better be that woman."

She raised her head and grinned up at him.

"I am."

He fell to his knees and stared up at his girlfriend, who smiled.

"Miss me?"

Kane picked Tristen up and kissed her deeply, burying his face in her neck.


"I'm back, Boo. I'm back."

"My Princess."

She slid off him and ran to the turnbuckle, jumping up on it and screaming.

"I'm back!"

Jumping off, Tristen's face turned angry.

"I'm back, but I'm not happy. Happy to be back, yes. Happy to see chicks crawling all over what's mine, no. You see, I may have left because of an injury, but that's no excuse to be touching what's mine."

She looked over at Kane when she said this.

"So AJ, I have a challenge for ya. You, me, and a Hardcore Match. Winner gets Kane."


Tristen turned to him with a grin.

"What, you doubt my ability to beat this puffball?"


"Relax, Kane. I know I can beat her."

"And if you don't?"

"The stakes are high, but you forget that that's where I thrive. I beat you with high stakes and I can beat her!"

Kane nodded.

"I know."

"Then don't worry."

Tristen rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp, turning and giving him a smirk.

"See ya later, Big Red."