Kane blinked at the paper in his hand, then looked up at the person who handed it to him. He looked back down at the paper, then back at the person. There was a few good minutes of this until he spoke.

“This is a joke, right?” Kane grunted.

“Nope”, Jillian Hall said brightly, twirling a strand of bleach blonde hair between her fingers. “Don’t worry, Kane, I’ll share the spotlight with you. I’m not THAT greedy, after all.”

Kane just blinked at her, his face a stone mask.

“I know, I know, you’re just SO thrilled at the idea that you’re speechless”, Jillian chirped, completely oblivious to Kane’s silence. Silence, which everyone else knew, WASN’T a good thing. “If you want, I can even sing for you…”

Before Jillian could open her mouth, Kane’s massive hand slapped over it. “Don’t. Even. THINK. About. It”, Kane growled.

Jillian blinked at him in shock. She continued to blink at him even though Kane had dropped his hand. She stared for a few minutes, before nodding in understanding. “Oh, I see now”, she said, thwapping herself in the head. “You want to wait until AFTER the show so you can get a…PRIVATE…concert.” With the last sentence, she started walking up to him, while he started to back away. Eventually, his back was against the lockers, while she was pressed up against his front.

Kane scowled down at her. “Your mammary glands don’t impress me”, he growled, firmly putting his hand on her shoulder and pushing her away, forcing her to plop her butt onto the bench.

Jillian blinked. “What’s a mammary gland?” she asked.

Kane’s hand came up, and his face was buried in it. Oh yea. This was going to be SO much fun.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jillian Hall was now his valet. Hadn’t he suffered enough in his life? Why in earth, heaven and hell did God see fit to pair him with this…this…BANSHEE??

“Heya, Kane”, Jillian said, skipping to keep up with his long strides. “Listen, I was wondering whether I should dye my hair red.”

“Shave it”, Kane said, keeping a straight face as she looked up at him in horror.

“S-shave it?” Jillian stammered.

“Yes. Shave it. Bald”, Kane said. He was fighting to keep an amused grin from surfacing on his face.

“Uh…I gotta go”, Jillian mumbled, ducking her head and hurrying off.

“You know…This might just be fun”, Kane said to the person who just wandered up.

“I still don’t know what the hell Vince is thinkin’”, Mark said, peeling the rind off an orange, and popping a piece of the fruit in his mouth. He held it up to Kane. “Want?”

Kane shook his head “Nah.”

Mark continued to eat the orange, looking thoughtfully after Jillian, who was hauling ass faster than she had when Ashley had been chasing her.

“Yeah…a WHOLE lotta fun”, Mark said, chuckling.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Now, Jillian, if I’m gonna be seen going to the ring with you, there are gonna be some changes”, Kane said, folding his massive arms across his equally massive chest.

“L-Like…WHAT changes?” Jillian asked nervously, fingering her hair, not about to forget Kane’s request for her to shave it.

Kane grinned evilly, then held up something, making her eyes widen.

“You’re not serious…” Jillian whimpered.

“VERY serious”, Kane said. “Because there is NO fucking way I’m going to be seen with you…IN PUBLIC…as you are.”

Jillian huffed. “Who are YOU to talk about-“ She snapped her mouth shut at Kane’s glare.

“Good”, Kane nodded, holding the object out to her. “Put it on.”

“Now?!” Jillian yelped. “B-but the show hasn’t started yet…”

“I’m only going to say it one more time: PUT. IT. ON.”

Jillian put on the garment with trembling hands, making Kane smirk at her with satisfaction in his features.

“You look good in it”, Kane said, snickering as she glared at him. “Come on.”

Jillian squeaked in horror.

“If you prefer me to DRAG you out, I can do that too…” Kane said, trailing off.

Without a single word of protest, she followed him out, glaring at him mutinously.

“Oh, and Jillian…” Kane said, his eyes sparkling amusedly.

Jillian glared up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t want to know what will happen to you if you try to take it off.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jillian couldn’t stand the snickers and the whispers of the people who looked at her, while she wore the thing that Kane had forced her to wear.

“Well, Jillian, that’s a good look for you”, Ashley said amusedly, leaning in the doorway of the Diva Locker Room.

Jillian just glared at her and walked off, Ashley’s laughter ringing in her ears.

Ken Anderson had just come out of the cafeteria, passing Jillian by…then did a double take.

And started laughing his blonde head off.

Jillian, furious, began stomping through the hallways. The loudest laughter she’d heard was John Cena’s.

“DAYUM, Jillian!!” Cena crowed, holding his ribs and leaning back against the wall. “That’s your best look yet!!!”

Shrieking wordlessly, Jillian ran down the hallway and into the women’s bathroom, pushing right by Kane, who was also laughing.

“Was that YOUR idea?”

Kane turned to see Paul Levesque, also known as Triple H.

“Yea, it is”, Kane said amusedly, folding his arms, and leaning on the wall outside the women’s bathroom.

Paul began laughing. “What was the purpose?”

“Maybe if I get her to wear it long enough, she’ll quit”, Kane said, smirking.

“Ahh, I see now”, Paul said, snickering as Jillian came out, wiping away furious tears. He tried to school his features into seriousness, but it was obvious to all that it wasn’t working. “You look great.” He tried very hard to stifle a snicker, but it didn’t work. He ducked his head and walked away.

They could hear his laughter all the way from the other end of the hallway.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The show started, and, incidentally, the first match of the night was Kane’s. He walked down the ramp, with Jillian at his side, looking positively humiliated as the crowd positively HOWLED with delight.

For, you see, Kane had made Jillian wear a gag, complete with red ball and black leather straps with the metal studs.

Every time Jillian went to take it off, Kane would glare dangerously at her, promising all sorts of painful, humiliating, and very nasty retribution if it was even partly unbuckled.

Jillian was forced to stand there, on national television, wearing this gag.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The storyline didn’t last too long…only for about three weeks. Because every time Kane and Jillian were seen together, she’d be wearing that gag. On the last night of the storyline’s run, Kane gave her a VERY serious warning:

“If you even THINK about singing again, I’ll shove that fucking gag down your throat so far that you’ll be shitting it for weeks. Am I perfectly clear??”

Needless to say, Jillian hardly spoke a word after that.