Chapter 2: Animal Plays Games

The following Monday, Kane entered the arena to whispers. He snarled at several people as he made his way to the locker room. Batista was changing when he walked in, with his back to Kane. Kane just stood in the doorway, watching the champion with a glazy look in his mix-matched eyes. Batista straightened up and gave a little smile that Kane could not see.

"Hello Kane." He said, in a low, rumbling voice.

Kane straightened up as Batista turned slowly around.

"How did you know it was me?" Kane asked, shocked and a little embarrassed at being caught oogling the champion.

Batista gave a small chuckle as he unbuckled his belt. "Just a hunch." He said, shrugging.

Kane walked to his locker and put his bag down. He sat down and took his shoes off. Kane ignored the fact that he felt Batista watching him, and concentrated on changing his clothes. The two men got changed into their wrestling gear (Batista's is less than Kane's) in silence. After he had changed, Kane sat there admiring Batista's physique as he laced up his boots.

"So Kane, who are you fighting?" Batista asked, peering over his shoulder at him.

Kane shook his head and gazed into his deep brown eyes. He felt his knees begin to shake, so he put his hands on them to try and stop them.

"I'm not fighting anyone, but you are facing Edge and I have a bone to pick with him."

"So technically, you will be in my corner?" Batista asked, sitting down next to him.

This caused Kane to break into a sweat and his knees began to shake even more. Batista looked at them, smiled and placed his hands on Kane's. Kane stiffened (A/N: His back straightened. Not the other…thing. BTTS. JB) up and his knees calmed a little. He swallowed.

"Yeah. I-if you want to be technical." Kane said, avoiding Batista's searching gaze.

What if I didn't want to be technical?" Batista whispered, leaning his face close to Kane's.

Kane swallowed. He gave a very weak chuckle. "I think I'd actually be in your corner, technically or untechnically." He said, leaning his face closer to Batista's.

Kane kept leaning in. Batista followed suit. But before their lips met, Batista stood up.

"Well, I'd better go and get pumped and psyched for my match. See ya at ringside."

Kane sat there and stared at Batista as he left the room. Batista paused as the door shut behind him, and an evil grin spread across his face.