Kane's P.O.V.
I walked into Vince's office, not really in the best of moods. He called me in the middle of one of my rather intimate moments with Mark and let's say he ruined the moment. I got to his office and pounded on his door. He didn't answer so I began pounding again.
"Alright! Alright, hold on. Goddamn. Whoever the hell it—" He opened the door and I stood there, glaring daggers at him. He immediately turned white as a sheet.
"Oh. It's just you, Kane. Um, come on in." I walked in and Vince closed the door. He picked up a clipboard and handed it to me along with a pen. I looked over it and then up at him.
"Just what exactly is this, Vince?"
"It's a contact for your new storyline." I read over it and I suddenly broke it in half. Vince stared at me, his mouth gaping.
"No deal." I began to head for the door but he blocked my path.
"Come on, Kane. Buddy. This is a big deal we're talking about. Huge ratings! Think about it. The Undertaker V.S. Kane at Wrestlemania 27!" I glared and got in his face, pressing him against the door.
"And that contract also says I have to cowardly attack him and pretend I've gone psycho again."
"Well, I wouldn't put it like that."
"Oh, really? I sure as hell would. You know what, Vince? Since this was your brilliant idea…Let me call my brother in here and see how he likes it." His eyes went wide as I took out my cell phone.
"Kane, please, no!"
"Hey, big brother. Vince has an interesting storyline for the both of us. Why don't you come to his office and we can…discuss the arrangements."
"Sounds good to me." We hung up and I smirked at Vince who was standing there trying to not freak out. His face was white, sweat was dripping down his face, and his eyes were almost popping out of his head. Not two seconds later, Mark barged in and stared at Vince who had jumped about five feet in the air.
"So, Vince. I hear you have a little plan for me and Kane, here." Mark announced wrapping his arm around me. We both stare at Vince waiting for a response. He swallowed hard and loosened his tie.
"Um, you know what boys, h—how about we forget the whole thing?" I shook my head, laughing.
"Oh, I don't think so. You see, Vince. My brother and I…don't take kindly to those who try to separate us." I seethed getting in his personal space. Mark joined me and was now touching noses with our boss.
"Here's an idea for you, Vince. How about…you disappear and never come back…or we'll make you…disappear." Vince could only look down and see his pants soaked with urine. Mark and I stole a glance from each other and couldn't help but smile sadistically.
"S—Sure. If that's what you want." He then took off like a bat out of hell. I laughed as Mark walked over and wrapped his arms around me.
"So, what did that contract say anyway?"
"Nothing really. Just how you and I were supposed to be at each others throats about who the dominant brother is." I saw his eyebrow raise in interest.
"Oh, I see. Well, I have an idea that's something along those lines." He leans down and licks my ear causing a shiver to go down my spine.
"How about we go back to the locker room and find out who the dominant brother is in bed?" I can't help but grin and wink.
"Let the game begin, Deadman."