After a wild disastrous night trying to get to the burger joint, Krystal, retired wrestlers, Undertaker and Kane drove back to their home in Memphis.
"Feels good to be home," said 'Taker.
"No kidding," Kane said, "I think I'm going to take a shower."
"Yeah, you smell like shit, dude," 'Taker said.
Kane looked at him.
"Aren't you the slut calling the skank a whore?" he said. "You're not so lemony fresh yourself, Grandmaster Funk."
"Yeah, yeah," 'Taker said. "Get in the shower, Uncle Fester."
Kane lumbered into the bathroom. 'Taker took off his trench coat and collapsed on the couch. He was exhausted. He wanted to get some shut eye. But then he felt a pain traveling from his stomach to his intestines. Those French Vanilla shakes were coming back to haunt him.
Taker quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. He didn't care whether Kane was in the shower. When Natured called, you just had to take care of it.
"Hey, what're you doing?" Kane said from the shower as Taker plopped down on the toilet.
"What does it look like?" Taker said.
"Aww man!" Kane exclaimed as some unpleasant odors began to permeate throughout the bathroom. Make sure you spray when you leave!"
The smells got stronger and the sounds got louder. It was impossible for Kane to enjoy his shower.
"My God, Mark!" Kane said. "You need anal cleansing!"
"Shut the hell up, Glen," Taker said between strains. "I've smelled your shit before, it doesn't exactly smell like roses you know."
"But mines don't smell as bad as yours." Kane said. "Something's wrong with your bowels"
Taker flashed his middle finger at Kane's silohuette..
After Taker was done, he waited for Kane to get out of the shower so he could take his. Kane was worse than a woman when it come to his hygiene.
Sure enough, thirty-five minutes later, Kane emerged in nothing but a towel and a shower cap.
"Boy, why the hell do you have a shower cap on?" Taker asked, "you don't have any hair!"
"What's it to you?" Kane said.
Taker shook his head as he walked into the bathroom. As he ditched his clothes, he sniff the air and realized it still stank in there.
He got the Febreze from under the sink and sprayed until the odor was eliminated. He then turned on the radio and hopped in the shower.
They were playing a new song by Kelly Clarkson called 'Already Gone'. Though he didn't admit it to Kane, Taker secretly liked that song. 'Taker mumbled the song at first, but then when they got to the chorus, 'Taker poked his head out of the shower, made sure Kane wasn't in the bathroom and began singing a little louder.
"I want you to know that it doesn't matter where we take this road, but somebody's gotta go. You couldn't have loved me better but I want you to know you to move on so I'm already gone."
After he was fresh and clean, 'Taker dried himself off and wrapped a towel around him. He opened the door to find Kane standing there, a wicked grin on his face.
"What the hell?!" 'Taker shouted. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough," Kane said. "Dude really? A six foot eight, heavily tattooed motorcycle driving badass singing Kelly Clarkson? Aw man, wait til I tell Ron and Bradshaw!"
"Boy you tell anybody about this, I'll kick your ass" Taker said.
"Whatever Undercover Kelly Clarkson lover," Kane said. "I should search your room to see if you have her albums."
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Sometime in the evening, the two men played some Monopoly.
"So, Mark," Kane started as he moved 5 spaces and landed on Chance. "You're really serious about getting back into the ring again?"
"Serious as death," 'Taker said. "As a matter of fact, let's call Vince now."
'Taker pulled out his cell phone and dialed Vince's number. After a few seconds, Vince picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Vince, it's the Deadman," 'Taker said.
"Why, what a surprise!" Vince said. "How have you been?"
"Great," said 'Taker, "how're you and Linda?"
"We've never been better," said Vince. "So what do I owe this rare occassion?"
"Me and Glen have been talking," Taker said. "We want to get back into the ring. We're coming out of retirement."
"Oh, that's great news," Vince said. "When and where?"
"We want to return in a month at the next pay per view, SummerSlam," Taker said.
"That sounds good," Vince said. "Tell you what, fly over here to Connecticut next Wednesday, we'll discuss business then."
"Alright, that's cool," 'Taker said. "I'll see you then."
He hung up
"We're back on," Taker said excitedly. "C'mon, let's finish this game. You landed on Chance, pick up a card."
Kane pulled a card from the Chance pile and looked at it.
"Oh dammit!" he exclaimed. "I've got to go to jail!"