Chapter 10- The mind games.

Kane had found himself sneaking into Raw just to mess with McMahon's head. Despite the fact that he had been banned from the arena, he could still get past security and allow the plans to go accordingly. John Cena helped where he could and provided the needed distraction for Kane. He pulled all of Taker's classic mind games, including the one where it rained on McMahon up the ramp way. The rolling mist in his office was a classic as he used the same method in the men's bathroom. He had never seen his own boss run out with his pants down at his ankles!

But it was a shallow victory to say the least. One night, as Kane was ready to unleash his latest mind game was he caught red handed by Bret Hart. Kane paused as he felt the Hitman's hand come onto his shoulder. "What are you doing with that box?" Bret asked.

Kane tried to look as innocent as possible. "What box?" he asked as he tried to tuck it out of view and gently nudge it under a table. "I don't see a box" Kane knew he was caught red handed, yet tried to play it off more as a joke. "Ok, so there is a box. Look I am doing this for you and the Deadman. Well, Taker and I are doing this for you…"

"Look, I appreciate your help and all. But if I am to get Vince to do a match with me, I will need to do it myself. He has to be a man and face me!"

Kane nearly had to bite his tongue, yet Bret caught the look in his eye. "What?" he asked the Big Red Monster.

He wasn't one to lie to the face of a friend. Kane was honest and told Bret how concerned the Undertaker and he were for him, after what they saw on Raw a few weeks ago, Bret took a bad fall after pulling a prop speaker. "It nearly fell on you Bret… We don't think you should go in it alone. A tag match is what you need, not to mention trick Vince to think he has the advantage"

Bret was stunned to Kane's words. "You don't think I can take him alone?"

"I think you are the best person to answer that question, not me or anyone else in the locker room" Kane replied. He turned his attention down at the box he tried to hide. "Man, that is going to go to waste"

Bret was nearly curious enough to peek, until Kane ushered him away from it. "It's best you don't look," He explained with a Devious grin on his face. It just so happen that Santino Marella was walking by. He paused to the box that was under the table. Kane saw just for the corner of his eye as the Italian ran off with the box, assuming there was something good within it.

"So… Kane.. what's in the box?" Bret asked of him.

There was a smile plastered over the face of the Big Red Monster as he counted down silently from five on his fingers. The moment he hit one, Santino came running out of his locker room screaming about snakes. Bret was confused. "Why snakes?" he asked.

"Taker's idea, you know how Vince is slimy like one? Not to mention he's been a conniving snake… theme?" Kane suggested, yet Bret wasn't buying it. Kane looked to the ground like a shy little boy. "Ok… So I wanted to use a snake, since Taker hadn't done it yet" he confessed. "Happy now?"

Bret smiled. "Yes, but what kind of snakes did you use?"

"Well, I got a friend who works at a local zoo, he handles the young anacondas…."

Author's note

sorry about the reposting of this chapter, I did it late at night and just realized some significant spelling errors. Sorry!