Kane opened up the locker room door, and looked down at me. I was so nervous, and yet, I didn't know why. It's not like I had a major crush on him. Right? I smiled up at him, before speaking.

"Umm...hi. May I come in?" I forced a smile.

He didn't say anything, just stepped out of the way, and let me in. He shut the door, and sat down on the couch. I sat down next to him, and stared at him for a long minute, wondering what he was thinking. I looked at the ground.

"Umm...Kane. Listen, earlier today, I'm sorry if you thought that I was afraid of you. I mean, I'm not. Unless you want me to be, that is. See, Lita, Trish and myself were all fulling around and stuff, and well then I saw you, and then a mask, and it reminded me of a slash movie. You know, where all the hot babes get killed. Not that I'm hot...I mean, well..." I stopped, having totally screwed up my planned speech.

Kane turned away from me, I could tell that he was hurt. I don't know what I did wrong, but I knew it was something. I placed my hand on Kane's big shoulder, but he pulled away from me. I felt like I did something wrong. I didn't know why, he just sorta gave me the cold shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked, very concerned.

"Nothing. It's just...why are you here? Why did you feel the need to come and talk to me? Don't I scare you?" He asked in a very soft whisper.

"No!" I shouted. "I think that you're very...sweet, and I want to be your friend. You're just like everyone else, right? Only you wear a mask. Right?"

He laughs, "Yes, but you're the hottest Diva here. Shouldn't you be going off hitting on Jeff Hardy, Billy Kidman and them? Not me. No one wants me, after all, I'm the Big Red Machine." He looks down at he floor.

"Yes, and what's wrong about that? What's so wrong about the fact that I, Torrie Wilson, wants to get to know you, Kane, and not some Jeff Hardy, or Kidman. Huh? Well? What's so wrong with that?" I found myself shouting.

Kane stands up and looks down at me, "Look, you're just like everyone else! Willing to be my friend, right? Ha! You don't even know anything about me. You just want to feel sorry for me. You want to be my friend out of pitty, and that's all. Well I don't want yours, or anyone else's pitty! You and everyone else just need to leave me alone! I try and come to the arena early to be alone, and it still doesn't work! I can't win!" Kane shouted.

I winced. I was scared. No, horrified. I never saw this side of Kane before. Shoot, I never saw him period. But he was right. I was trying to be his friend out of pitty. I thought he didn't have any friends, so I thought I'd be there for him. I was wrong. Wrong once again. He could have friends. But he choose not to.

"I'm...I'm sorry!" I yelled, as tears streamed down my cheeks. I took one good look at him, and then ran out of the locker room, scared, not knowing what to do.