"Today is the day the big dog gets his bone."
Mark's P.O.V.
I stepped out of the shower, a towel around my waist. Thankfully the WWE accommodated for us larger men. I saw Kane lacing up his boots as I grabbed my bag, opening it up. Kane glanced at me and finally stood up, ready to go. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, a kiss on the back of my neck. I smiled and stood up, turning around.
"You just don't want me to get dressed do you?" He smirked and shook his head. I rolled my eyes, slapping him upside his head.
"Do you ever not think about sex?" He tilted his head to the side, causing me to laugh a little. That always got me to smile. I hurried and got dressed, tying my bandana around my head, slipping on my sunglasses. I pecked Kane on the lips before he slipped his mask on, us heading out to the ring. "Rollin" by Limp Bizkit hit as we walked out, the crowd on their feet. We made our way down to the ring, thousands of fans chanting our names. We got in the ring, pandering to the pumped up audience. It was then that Regal's theme hit. We both turned and stared at Regal with cold glares as he made his way down the ramp, his sick smile on his face, microphone in hand. He got in the ring and stared back at us as he raised the mic to his lips.
"Kane, how are you? How's that ankle of yours doing? I'm sure you felt wonderful as the paramedics took you out of here on a stretcher like the weakling you are." I put my arm out in front of Kane to stop him from attacking.
"Hey, take it easy." I whispered, not taking my eyes off Regal. He turned to me, my rage boiling to the point of explosion.
"And what about you, Taker, huh? Your ribs getting any better? I'm surprised you're still able to walk. How about...we show Kane the little event he missed while he was recovering, eh?" This time, Kane had to hold me back as I shouted curse words at Regal.
"Kane, don't look." Kane nodded and kept his gaze on me. I panted heavily, my brows knitted together in an angry stare.
"Come now, gentlemen. Surely you know why we attacked you?" I grabbed the mic from him, getting in his personal space.
"You better start talking while you still got teeth in your mouth." I warned, the crowd eating the tension up like crazy. Regal then began laughing.
"It was simple, really. You see, this was all planned out. By Kane." My heart hit my stomach as I turned my head over my shoulder to glance at my brother. He shook his head violently, grabbing at his head.
"No, no, no! He's lying!" He screamed through his mask, tears filling his baby blues. I approached him, putting my hand on his shoulder.
"Mark, I would never—" I shook my head.
"It's okay, calm down. I now that snake in the grass is lying. He just wanted us to fight." I patted Kane on the back, my attention turning back to Regal.
"You know what gentlemen? How about I introduce you to the men who did this?" Stone Cold's music hit as he and Triple H walked down the ramp. A lump formed in my throat as I watched them climb in the ring.
"We're going to finish what we started." Austin and Hunter then jumped up us, landing punch and kick after punch and kick all over our previously injured bodies. I tried to cover up as cries of pain left my throat, agony shooting through my ribs. I opened my eyes momentarily to see Austin hitting Kane's bad ankle with a chair. I reached out to him, my trembling hand trying to pull him towards me.
"You can't save him, Deadman!" Hunter shouted, hitting me over the back with a chair. Suddenly, the crowd went nuts as two familiar faces came racing down the ring. The Hardy's. Austin and Hunter immediately retreated up the ramp, not wanting to fight four on two. I heard Matt at my side, asking me if I was okay. I tried to sit up, but groaned at the pain in my ribcage. I looked over to see Kane on his side, clutching at his ankle.
"Check on Kane." I demanded. Matt nodded and joined Jeff at Kane's side. I rolled out to the floor, limping over to where Matt and Jeff now had Kane on the floor mat, wrapping his tree like arms around their shoulders.
"You alright, bro?" I asked as I tried to hold Kane's head up to keep him from passing out. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, collapsing to the ground. I caught him, his head landing in my lap. Two referee's joined our side, asking if Kane needed medical treatment.
"He's fine. Leave him alone." I turned to the Hardy's, a serious look on my face.
"Get the cameras away from us." They nodded and did their best to get the cameras off us as I removed Kane's mask, the crowd begging for a glimpse of what Kane looked like. I helped him flip over on his stomach, a towel being placed over his head to shield him from view.
"Kane, say something."
"Austin and Triple H...who would've guessed?" I smiled at his sarcasm and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"C'mon. Let's get you to the back." He looked at me, the towel still covering his face.
"You gonna take care of me?" I chuckled and nodded, wrapping my arm around his back to help him steady himself.
"Of course." He smirked and leaned his head against my shoulder.
"Good. You can give me something to help take the pain away." I glanced at him for a minute before smiling.
"I don't think I have pain killers with me, bro." He looked up at me, a glint in his eye.
"I didn't mean that kind of medication, big brother." I shook my head and helped him up the ramp and to the back. Now that we know who our assailants are, it's time to get some serious payback.
