Kane's P.O.V.

My brother and I don't always see eye to eye. We sometimes beat each other senseless in order to prove a point. Waking up with broken bones and bruised skin always goes well when you sleep next to one another. That was sarcasm. Now, there's no denying we do have our moments when we put the bitterness between us and show a little compassion towards the other but that's on rare occasions when we don't have a hand around the others throat. And tonight, I just hope I get through the show without having it out with him. I don't think my body can handle another argument turned ugly. I entered the arena, duffel bag on my shoulder, passing by staff and co-workers, trying to make it to the locker room as quickly as possible. When I reached my locker room, I saw that the door was cracked. My eyes narrowed as I wrapped my gloved fist around the doorknob and walked in. The lights were off and it was completely blacked out. I heard breathing and I sat my bag down. I closed the door, now engulfed in the darkness. I felt a hand rest on my back and I knew who it was. It was obvious. The hand traveled up my spine, sending a hard shiver down my back.

"Cold?"

"Shut up." The hand then wrapped itself around my neck. Not firmly but rather gently, making me curious if it really was him or not. I felt a wet tongue slide across my jugular vein and I stiffened, my head rolling back a bit. His other arm snaked itself around my waist, his fingers teasing the waistband of my tights.

"S—Stop it, you asshole." I felt him smirk against my skin as he bit down, causing me to hiss.

"Why? You seem to be enjoying it to me." I growled and tried to get out of his hold but him having a hold of my throat, made it impossible. His grip on me tightened, constricting my airway a little more.

"You know you can't get away from me, little brother. You're too weak." My eyes widened as I turned around, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the wall, hearing his head crack against the wall he was pinned to.

"I am not weak." I seethe, almost whispering the words.

"Oh, yeah? You seem to turn into jelly when I do this." He then grabbed me between my legs. I inhaled sharply, almost dropping to a knee.

"See? You know how to surrender so well." I slapped him across the face and heard him laugh.

"If the lights weren't off right now, you know you're face would be as red as your temper." My fists shook with anger as I gave him a boot to the gut, sending him crashing to the floor. I loomed over him, my lips near his ear.

"These games we play are getting old, you know." I could hear Mark let out a laugh as he grabbed my wrist and crashed my body against his. Violence always got us going for some odd, weird reason.

"So who's going to be on top tonight?" He asked, licking my earlobe, rendering me moaning.

"I think I got my answer." I smirked and pinned his hands above his head.

"Oh, we'll see about that, big brother."