Hi everyone!
This is my first time writing anything for the internet or also anything WWE based so I would be really grateful for all feedback!
The story idea is slightly random so apologies for that!
I guess I'd better say that everything mentioned is owned by WWE and hopefully I do them justice. Thank you!
The Veterans Realisation.
Kane peeled back a third plaster to overlay the swollen and bloodied line that had persistently sewn its way above the hold of the veteran superstars worn ring boots. The superficial maze of scars and bruises once proved to be the business card of the superstars toughness yet, now at the age of 45 were aesthetic reflections of Kanes growing nonchalant attitude to his profession. Slumped against the metallic coldness of the dressing room tiles Kane questioned what had led to this point? Why did he punish every element of his taut body for the equitable words of congratulations from Vince in the gorilla position?
Whilst packing his ring gear into his suitcase, he reflected on his 20 year fight to reach the top, from the indies and Smoky Mountain to his debut in WWF in 1995. In his time, he'd compromised his principles, mentions of Katie Vick still unconsciously produce beads of uncomfortable sweat to form on his forehead, but that was the attitude era. The era that made Raw, made his name, made his life.
Sighing, Kane lugged his case through the maze of corridors, picked up a final coffee from catering, burst deliberately through the exit door, looked menacing for the fan photo op and settled into his usual seat on the tour bus flanked by Chris Jericho and Big Show.
'Solid match with Bryan and Punk tonight, hows your knee holding up?' Jericho directed his question to Kane in response to the acute wince that escaped his lips the instant he sank into the tired upholstery.
'Fine, fine you know how it is.' Jericho acknowledged his agreement to the statement before adjusting his headphones to emit another set of heavy metal.
Kane took this opportunity to scrutinise the current roster of superstars and divas packing their huge frames into industrial seats. Zack Ryder was entertaining the divas at the front of the bus by badly lip syncing to Carly Ray Jepson, the British contingent discussed the latest Euro 2012 football tournament whilst the pushed wrestlers of Punk, Cena and Sheamus shared in hurried whispers proposals for new angles. They embodied enthusiasm and optimism.
Kanes thoughts were interrupted by the lolling head of Big Show dropping like a demolition ball onto Kanes shoulder. The veterans holding fort at the back of the bus were not only separated physically from their colleagues but divided in age, eagerness and intensity. The scene of antithesis high lightened the realisation that a transition was happening in the business and finally Kane approached this concept with content. Wrestling can be reduced to the circle of nature and for now, Kane was the ageing Lion just waiting to migrate home and let the stronger thrive.