Kane sat, one foot propped upon another chair, backstage at the Baltimore
arena, thinking, pondering, trying to solve a way for him to get Julie out
of the cold clutches of his brother, the Undertaker. But the more he
thought about it made his blood boil. "Dammit Taker, why did you have to
take her? If you had a problem you could have came after me." he yelled to
the cold locker room. Just then, the door swung open and a woman went
sprawling across the floor. It was Sara with DDP following closely behind
her, holding his cheek while blood trickled down between his fingers. She
was crying and scrambled towards the farthest corner of the room.
"That stupid bitch clawed my face," he removed his hand and showed Kane four long, nasty cuts. Not deep enough to involve stitches, but enough where it needed a little attention. Page started after her but Kane stopped him.
"Just go and get that," pointing to the cuts, "taken care of. She'll still be here when you get back." He thought for a moment then glared at her. "I'll take care of you when I get back." Page left then she started to cry.
"I really don't need this right now," Kane said, and leaned against the door. It has only been three days but her "capture" really hit close to his heart, "Julie, why did you have to mess with him and make me promise you I wouldn't give up?"
"Because she's stupid. Stupid for even trying to mess with my husband." Sara interrupted thoughts, wiping away the tears and getting up. Kane stared at her and in a split second, her throat was in his hands and her body slammed against the wall.
"Do not EVER talk about her in that manner. It's your fault that everything happened this way." he let go.
Rubbing her throat, "How is it my fault? I'm not the one who kidnaped his wife."
"You have to be stuck up don't you? You think that every time you can't fight for your self, you'll get Taker to help you. God you are such a bitch." She tried to slap him, but he effortlessly caught her wrist, twisted it so she was facing the wall, and shoved her face against it. "I have almost had it with you. If it wasn't for me, Page would have had his way with you from day one, you hear me? Now don't do that again or next time I won't stop him and I will be forced to hurt you." Then an idea popped into his head. He looked at her and smiled, while letting her go.
Later on that night, the Dudley boys were in a handicapped match against Rakishi, when it was interrupted by Kane bringning down Sara, with DDP in tow. He roughly threw her into the ring, got in and stepped on her ankle. Not enough to break it but just to hole her there. The ring announcer tossed him the M.C. "Taker, I know you can hear me, so Listen up. I am disgusted to have a brother like you. At first it was alright between us. But then you had to marry that bitch ass skank whore, "pointing to her, "She already scratched the hell out of Page. But rest assured, she hasn't been 'taken' yet. And if it was, it wouldn't have been by Page, Oh no. I would have had the pleasure of doing that first," and he looked down at her.
Just then, an image appeared on the titan tron. By the looks of it, it was being shot by with a home camcorder. There, on the ground laid a young woman, chained to the floor of a basement. As the camera drew closer, you could see her arms stretched out infront of her looked to an eye hook. She was in a kneeling position but her legs were chained as far apart as they would go. The only thing covering her was a pair of black thong type underwear so you could see the open scars on her back. Then the camera was set up on a tripod near by. Laughter started to fill the quiet arena, and the figure on the ground lifted her head. It was Julie. She was gaged, had a black eye, and by the looks of it, her eyes told them that she hasn't had an ounce of sleep in those three days away. Her arms had scuff marks and a trail of dried blood came down from her head. "My dear brother, I am glad to see that you have taken such good care of my lovely wife, and it was smart of you not to do anything to hurt her. Unlike the bad move you made a few nights back. You remember that don't you? Of course you do." Taker came into view of the camera, stood on the other side of her facing the camera. "Look at her Kane. She's tired, hurt, suffering, in pain. God I almost pitty her. "Kane's face under his mask went beat red in anger, hands clinched in rage as Undertaker kneeled down beside her. He took a remote out, and made the camera zoom in closer, "And those cuts look pretty bad. I should clean them up a little bit." he took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and poured it all out on her back. She writhed in pain and strained against the restraints that were making themselfs cut deeper and deeper. Julie started to cry when he stopped.
"Do you have no respect for women? How can you do all that to her?" Kane yelled.
"How could I? How could you, should be the question. You can end her suffering and pain right here, right now. All you have to do is send me my wife. Just think of it, if you agree, I will let her go, give her the best treatment that money can buy, and giver her back to you. It's just that simple. What do you say?" Kane could see the pain she was in, but she shook her head no. Begging him telepathically not to give in. As much as it hurt him, he told his brother no. "That is too bad," Taker placed a hand on her side and gently rubbed it, Sara couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her own husband, fondling another woman, let alone a women that she despised. She tapped on Kanes leg, and reached for the microphone. He dropped it and she caught it.
"Mark! What are you doing?" she never called him by his real name before, infront of the cameras. Taker looked up and glared at her.
"What have I told you before about using my name?"
"How can you do this? Do you know what type of torture I am going through here? Do you not care? Just give in so I can come home. Please."
He only shook his head, "You of all people should know I never give up." Sara was heartbroken, but taker continued to stroke Julies side. "I think we might have a little fun tonight," his had started to travel to her backside. She shuddered a little when his hand rested on her right cheek, "Remember, if you do everything I tell you, it won't hurt as much." he picked back up the remote, "I will talk to you later Kane, oh and don't do anything that I would do," and the picture was gone.
"Julie? JULIE?????" Kane raced out of the ring and back up the ramp. Page stood there, dumbfounded as was Sara. He knew she must have been hurt by Takers words, so he gently helped her out of the ring and led her back stage.
"That stupid bitch clawed my face," he removed his hand and showed Kane four long, nasty cuts. Not deep enough to involve stitches, but enough where it needed a little attention. Page started after her but Kane stopped him.
"Just go and get that," pointing to the cuts, "taken care of. She'll still be here when you get back." He thought for a moment then glared at her. "I'll take care of you when I get back." Page left then she started to cry.
"I really don't need this right now," Kane said, and leaned against the door. It has only been three days but her "capture" really hit close to his heart, "Julie, why did you have to mess with him and make me promise you I wouldn't give up?"
"Because she's stupid. Stupid for even trying to mess with my husband." Sara interrupted thoughts, wiping away the tears and getting up. Kane stared at her and in a split second, her throat was in his hands and her body slammed against the wall.
"Do not EVER talk about her in that manner. It's your fault that everything happened this way." he let go.
Rubbing her throat, "How is it my fault? I'm not the one who kidnaped his wife."
"You have to be stuck up don't you? You think that every time you can't fight for your self, you'll get Taker to help you. God you are such a bitch." She tried to slap him, but he effortlessly caught her wrist, twisted it so she was facing the wall, and shoved her face against it. "I have almost had it with you. If it wasn't for me, Page would have had his way with you from day one, you hear me? Now don't do that again or next time I won't stop him and I will be forced to hurt you." Then an idea popped into his head. He looked at her and smiled, while letting her go.
Later on that night, the Dudley boys were in a handicapped match against Rakishi, when it was interrupted by Kane bringning down Sara, with DDP in tow. He roughly threw her into the ring, got in and stepped on her ankle. Not enough to break it but just to hole her there. The ring announcer tossed him the M.C. "Taker, I know you can hear me, so Listen up. I am disgusted to have a brother like you. At first it was alright between us. But then you had to marry that bitch ass skank whore, "pointing to her, "She already scratched the hell out of Page. But rest assured, she hasn't been 'taken' yet. And if it was, it wouldn't have been by Page, Oh no. I would have had the pleasure of doing that first," and he looked down at her.
Just then, an image appeared on the titan tron. By the looks of it, it was being shot by with a home camcorder. There, on the ground laid a young woman, chained to the floor of a basement. As the camera drew closer, you could see her arms stretched out infront of her looked to an eye hook. She was in a kneeling position but her legs were chained as far apart as they would go. The only thing covering her was a pair of black thong type underwear so you could see the open scars on her back. Then the camera was set up on a tripod near by. Laughter started to fill the quiet arena, and the figure on the ground lifted her head. It was Julie. She was gaged, had a black eye, and by the looks of it, her eyes told them that she hasn't had an ounce of sleep in those three days away. Her arms had scuff marks and a trail of dried blood came down from her head. "My dear brother, I am glad to see that you have taken such good care of my lovely wife, and it was smart of you not to do anything to hurt her. Unlike the bad move you made a few nights back. You remember that don't you? Of course you do." Taker came into view of the camera, stood on the other side of her facing the camera. "Look at her Kane. She's tired, hurt, suffering, in pain. God I almost pitty her. "Kane's face under his mask went beat red in anger, hands clinched in rage as Undertaker kneeled down beside her. He took a remote out, and made the camera zoom in closer, "And those cuts look pretty bad. I should clean them up a little bit." he took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and poured it all out on her back. She writhed in pain and strained against the restraints that were making themselfs cut deeper and deeper. Julie started to cry when he stopped.
"Do you have no respect for women? How can you do all that to her?" Kane yelled.
"How could I? How could you, should be the question. You can end her suffering and pain right here, right now. All you have to do is send me my wife. Just think of it, if you agree, I will let her go, give her the best treatment that money can buy, and giver her back to you. It's just that simple. What do you say?" Kane could see the pain she was in, but she shook her head no. Begging him telepathically not to give in. As much as it hurt him, he told his brother no. "That is too bad," Taker placed a hand on her side and gently rubbed it, Sara couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her own husband, fondling another woman, let alone a women that she despised. She tapped on Kanes leg, and reached for the microphone. He dropped it and she caught it.
"Mark! What are you doing?" she never called him by his real name before, infront of the cameras. Taker looked up and glared at her.
"What have I told you before about using my name?"
"How can you do this? Do you know what type of torture I am going through here? Do you not care? Just give in so I can come home. Please."
He only shook his head, "You of all people should know I never give up." Sara was heartbroken, but taker continued to stroke Julies side. "I think we might have a little fun tonight," his had started to travel to her backside. She shuddered a little when his hand rested on her right cheek, "Remember, if you do everything I tell you, it won't hurt as much." he picked back up the remote, "I will talk to you later Kane, oh and don't do anything that I would do," and the picture was gone.
"Julie? JULIE?????" Kane raced out of the ring and back up the ramp. Page stood there, dumbfounded as was Sara. He knew she must have been hurt by Takers words, so he gently helped her out of the ring and led her back stage.