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What Could Have Been
The atmosphere in the McMahon-Helmsley locker room was incredibly tense following Raw. For the first time since their partnership began, HHH and Stone Cold Steve Austin were afraid. Afraid and very worried, because their despicable actions had finally drawn the attention, and ire, of the one team in the WWF who could possibly stop them, the Brothers of Destruction, Kane and the Undertaker.
"What the hell are we going to do now?!" Austin demanded, his always-short temper long past the breaking point. "Those two idiots just declared war on us, and I don't like our fucking chances!"
"Just calm down," his partner in crime, HHH, told him, "You always let your emotions get away with you. You need to just CALM DOWN!"
"Don't yell at me, you asshole!" Austin shouted, getting right up into the Game's face, "If it wasn't for you and you're damn infatuation with that title and with punishing Jeff Hardy for beating you we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Now hold on, Austin," HHH countered, his own temper starting to flare, "I wasn't the one who beat down JR during an interview last week, was I?"
"Will both of you shut-up!" Mr. McMahon shouted, as Stephanie tried to keep the other two men apart. "It doesn't matter whose damn fault it is! What we need to do is figure out how we're going to stop those two!"
"Stop Kane and the Undertaker?!" Austin exclaimed incredulously, "Are you fucking insane?! Nothing short of a nuclear holocaust could stop those two when they're fighting together!"
Suddenly HHH, that cerebral assassin, felt a spark of inspiration, and the angry glare that had been on his face slid into a self-satisfied smirk. "What did you just say?" he asked Austin.
Austin looked at HHH as if he had grown a second head, but repeated, "I said that nothing short of a nuclear holocaust would stop those two."
"No, that's not what you said," Hunter corrected him. "You said that nothing short of a nuclear holocaust could stop those two WHEN THEY'RE FIGHTING TOGETHER."
"Of course!" Vince exclaimed, catching onto the Game's meaning, "Divide and conquer! But how can we separate those two?" He asked, "They've been tighter than I've ever seen them ever since the Royal Rumble."
"Gather 'round," Hunter told them, a smug tone in his voice, "as usual, I have a plan."
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At Smackdown the following night, Stephanie was keeping a watch by the entrance to the arena while HHH and Austin waited near Kane and the Undertaker's locker room. Knowing that the Undertaker always arrived late to events, Hunter had decided to begin the first phase of his plan.
Soon Stephanie came racing around the corner, "He's right behind me," she told the two men as she caught her breath.
Nodding, HHH spoke in a voice slightly louder than his normal, "Is everything set with Taker?"
"Yeah," Austin replied, also speaking in tones just a little elevated from the norm, "Vince's talked it over with the dead man. Kane won't know what hit him."
"Serves that red retard right," Hunter continued, "I mean, how many times does Taker have to turn on the guy before he catches the hint."
"Well," Steve answered, "If things go as planned tonight, even HE'll have it figured out."
"Oh, they'll go as planned," HHH told him, "We've got everything too well organized for them not to. And now that we've got Taker's help too, there's no way we won't succeed."
"Yeah," Austin agreed, "And by the end of the night, Kane will be crying over his lost belt from a hospital room!"
"You got that right," HHH agreed, coming to the end of their little skit, "Come on, let's go run through things one more time with Vince and Regal."
Then the three conspirators moved off, heading towards the Commissioner's office. When it was apparent that they were no longer in the area, a very disturbed Kane rounded the corner and entered his locker room.
What Could Have Been
The atmosphere in the McMahon-Helmsley locker room was incredibly tense following Raw. For the first time since their partnership began, HHH and Stone Cold Steve Austin were afraid. Afraid and very worried, because their despicable actions had finally drawn the attention, and ire, of the one team in the WWF who could possibly stop them, the Brothers of Destruction, Kane and the Undertaker.
"What the hell are we going to do now?!" Austin demanded, his always-short temper long past the breaking point. "Those two idiots just declared war on us, and I don't like our fucking chances!"
"Just calm down," his partner in crime, HHH, told him, "You always let your emotions get away with you. You need to just CALM DOWN!"
"Don't yell at me, you asshole!" Austin shouted, getting right up into the Game's face, "If it wasn't for you and you're damn infatuation with that title and with punishing Jeff Hardy for beating you we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Now hold on, Austin," HHH countered, his own temper starting to flare, "I wasn't the one who beat down JR during an interview last week, was I?"
"Will both of you shut-up!" Mr. McMahon shouted, as Stephanie tried to keep the other two men apart. "It doesn't matter whose damn fault it is! What we need to do is figure out how we're going to stop those two!"
"Stop Kane and the Undertaker?!" Austin exclaimed incredulously, "Are you fucking insane?! Nothing short of a nuclear holocaust could stop those two when they're fighting together!"
Suddenly HHH, that cerebral assassin, felt a spark of inspiration, and the angry glare that had been on his face slid into a self-satisfied smirk. "What did you just say?" he asked Austin.
Austin looked at HHH as if he had grown a second head, but repeated, "I said that nothing short of a nuclear holocaust would stop those two."
"No, that's not what you said," Hunter corrected him. "You said that nothing short of a nuclear holocaust could stop those two WHEN THEY'RE FIGHTING TOGETHER."
"Of course!" Vince exclaimed, catching onto the Game's meaning, "Divide and conquer! But how can we separate those two?" He asked, "They've been tighter than I've ever seen them ever since the Royal Rumble."
"Gather 'round," Hunter told them, a smug tone in his voice, "as usual, I have a plan."
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At Smackdown the following night, Stephanie was keeping a watch by the entrance to the arena while HHH and Austin waited near Kane and the Undertaker's locker room. Knowing that the Undertaker always arrived late to events, Hunter had decided to begin the first phase of his plan.
Soon Stephanie came racing around the corner, "He's right behind me," she told the two men as she caught her breath.
Nodding, HHH spoke in a voice slightly louder than his normal, "Is everything set with Taker?"
"Yeah," Austin replied, also speaking in tones just a little elevated from the norm, "Vince's talked it over with the dead man. Kane won't know what hit him."
"Serves that red retard right," Hunter continued, "I mean, how many times does Taker have to turn on the guy before he catches the hint."
"Well," Steve answered, "If things go as planned tonight, even HE'll have it figured out."
"Oh, they'll go as planned," HHH told him, "We've got everything too well organized for them not to. And now that we've got Taker's help too, there's no way we won't succeed."
"Yeah," Austin agreed, "And by the end of the night, Kane will be crying over his lost belt from a hospital room!"
"You got that right," HHH agreed, coming to the end of their little skit, "Come on, let's go run through things one more time with Vince and Regal."
Then the three conspirators moved off, heading towards the Commissioner's office. When it was apparent that they were no longer in the area, a very disturbed Kane rounded the corner and entered his locker room.