Mark's P.O.V.

I sat in my locker room, my eyes glued to the T.V. screen. I watched Kane give Kurt Angel a big boot to the face and raised his arm. I smirked as Kane flexed his hand, waiting for Kurt to get back up to a vertical base. Austin suddenly slid into the ring with a steel chair, cracking it across the back of Kane's head. I felt my blood begin to boil but waited to see if Kane took control. Kane tried to get back up but Austin gave him the stunner, Angle placing Kane's ankle in between the steel chair. He climbed on top the top rope and I felt my chest pounding, praying Kane sat up. Kane didn't move an inch. Angle jumped off the top rope onto the chair, the sound of Kane's ankle snapping echoing in my ears. I heard Kane scream and took off to the ring. I shoved staff members and fellow superstars out of my way, Kane's horrid screams ringing in my ears. I bolted to the ring, Austin and Angle sliding out as I slid in. I walked around the ring, making sure they didn't try to sneak back in to capitalize on the situation. They took off up the ramp as I walked over to my brother who laid there, clutching his ankle so hard, his knuckles were turning white. I took a knee beside him, placing my hand on his arm.

"Get away from me!" He tried to fight his way away from me by backing himself up into the turnbuckle. I placed my hands on his shoulders and stared at his tightly shut eyes.

"Open your eyes." Kane's two-toned eyes opened and I saw tears swimming in them.

"It's okay, man. They left." Kane then fell over, his hand over his ankle. I slid out of the ring and grabbed Kane by the arm, wrapping it around my shoulders.

"C'mon, bro." He didn't argue but tried to stand on one leg, keeping his injured ankle bent slightly to keep any pressure off it. He turned his head towards me, one of his eyes closed.

"Thanks." I smirked and bumped my head against his, something I did to him as a child.

"What are brothers for?" After getting Kane to the back, I knelt down in front of him and began to unlace his boot.

"Man, what are you doing?" I looked up at him and chuckled slightly.

"Taking care of you. You're my little brother, after all." He was about to protest but groaned as I pulled his boot off, revealing the extent of his hurt ankle. I grimaced at the sight and grabbed an ice pack from the medical kit.

"Here. Put this on it and keep it elevated. I'll be right back." He looked at me as I walked towards the door.

"Where you going?" I turned to him and smirked.

"I'm gonna have a talk with the boss. You stay put." I walked out, Kane rolling his eyes as he put his leg up on the bench. I headed to Vince's office, trying to calm down. I stopped outside his door and was about to walk in, but heard another voice besides Vince. It was Angle and Austin.

"Did you see that? Did you see how I just cracked Kane's ankle like a twig?"

"Yes, Angle, I saw. You know Undertaker isn't going to be happy about this."

"Oh, don't worry about him. We have something planned for him too." My eyes narrowed as I took a step back and kicked in the door, much to the shock of the three men in the room.

"You talk a big game for someone who had to use a chair to injury someone's ankle." I stated, getting in Kurt's face. Kurt's expression was not of fear, but of cockiness.

"Funny you mentioned your brother, Taker. Because—" I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, Austin being held back by Vince.

"You listen up and you listen good, Angle. This plan that you've got going on, you better put an end to it right now before I put an end to you, for good." He then let out a laugh.

"Sorry, Taker. I wish I could, really. But, I just can't. It's too funny." I dropped him, landing my fist in his face. I looked back at Austin, my eyes huge with rage.

"You two had better pray that Kane's ankle isn't broken. Otherwise you two little rats...will have to deal with Big Daddy Deadman." I walked out, my anger radiating off my body. I headed back to the locker room, the pit of my stomach churning in an odd sense. My feet suddenly picked up their speed and before I knew it, I was running back to the locker room. As soon as I ran in, I stopped on a dime. I fell to my knees beside Kane who was motionless. The locker room had been torn apart, the T.V. in a million pieces.

"Kane. Hey. C'mon, wake up." Kane didn't even bat an eyelash as I looked over my shoulder to see Austin and Angle, who's cheek was now the size of my fist. The two men smirked sadistically.

"See? Told you it was funny." Angle laughed as they took off before I could catch them. I cursed under my breath and looked back to see Kane slowly moving. I helped him sit up, making sure he didn't pass out.

"Mark, you better get those dead sons-a-bitches." I moved some of his hair away from his face as he clutched onto his ankle.

"Don't worry, I plan on it. Can you get up?" He shook his head no and I sighed, pulling my hair back into a ponytail.

"Alright, let me help." I swung his arm over my shoulders and helped him up. He tried to put weight down on his ankle and nearly screamed. I caught him under his arm as his ankle buckled.

"I'm gonna kill those two!" He raged as he tried to stand back up. I stopped him as he looked up at me.

"Relax, okay? Just take it easy for a little while. You're gonna get your revenge, I promise. But for right now, you need to stay off your ankle, alright?" He sighed heavily and nodded, sitting down, his ankle swelling up due to all the strenuous activity. I sat down beside him, handing him a beer and pulling off his mask. He looked at me and I smirked.

"Are you gonna—"

"Baby you like I did when we were 5? Yes, yes I am." He groaned and knocked the beer back, some of it dribbling down his chin. I grinned and leaned it, my tongue cleaning up the spill. He knocked me back, wiping his chin.

"Knock it off." I cocked an eyebrow curiously with a smug look on my face as I playfully smacked him upside his head.

"You know you like it." He glanced at me and chuckled.

"Yeah. So what?" We were now staring at one another and I moved closer towards him, my hand traveling up his thigh.

"Maybe I can help take your mind off your ankle for a while." He smirked as I reached the lining of his tights, noticing the slight change in air temperature.

"Well then get to it, Dr. Deadman." I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, our lips locking in a kiss.