Chapter 3- Observe and prepare.
I learned a thing or two over the years of watching WWE. Especially with Kane and the Undertaker. Triple H taught me a thing or two as well, one being, don't give your enemy a chance to strike you down before a serious match. As for Kane and the Deadman, I learned how to make myself vanish. I watched Stephanie and Hunter laugh aloud to my challenge, they tried to get Kane to snicker along with them. He refused to crack a smile or twisted grin. "What the hell is your problem? You have nothing to worry about! It's a joke of a match." Said Hunter.
Kane's disposition remained unchanged. "Do you know what she is capable of?" he asked aloud. "What makes you assume Miss Lee has no one at her side?"
Stephanie stared at Kane oddly. "Is there something you know and we don't?"
Kane stared down at her. "No." he growled. "I just don't underestimate anyone I am not familiar with."
He left the room, Stephanie turned to Hunter. "What's his problem?"
The feed cut shortly after. Either this is a sigh of great respect on Kane's behalf. Or he is just casting an illusion of taking someone like me seriously.
Either way, he's good. He's damn good.
As I thought over this situation, I heard something move behind me. Oddly enough, turning around, I saw the familiar dark shadow lingering in the room. I stood before the monster once again, but this time, I kept hidden as he stood in what little light the room had to offer. "I know you are there." He said lowly. "Answer me this, do I need to be concerned about someone like you?"
Slowly, cautiously, I approached. "That depends." I said to him. "How much of a threat do you take me for?"
A small smile came over him. "Too much perhaps."
"No" I said calmly. "Your concern is valid. Question for you is, why is a monster of talents and wisdom ignorned? Is that truly what is good for business?"
His smile vanished, his left hand latched into the metal mesh once more. "I have my reasons."
"You are entitled to them."
Silence befell us. Kane turned and looked into the shadows. I swore he could see me where I stood. "Have you asked yourself, why I haven't attacked you yet?"
"Many times, but, I think I may understand why."
"Let's hear it." He listened closely
"I think you wish to see what I am capable of doing. If I truly am a threat, or perhaps I am a damn good liar."
His smile returned, Kane began to laugh aloud as both of his hands latched into the fencing. "We'll know by Monday. Won't we?"
I watched him leave. Still, my heart raced in my chest. He could easily take down the fencing, he could find me and ensure Stephanie and Hunter that I will no longer plague them. He could you know, yet he takes his chances and risk that I am only bluffing my way through the locker room.
I felt sorry for him. I maybe a creative storyteller.
But I am no liar.
