"You've messed with the wrong set of brothers. And now, you'll pay the price."

Mark's P.O.V.

I took in a slow breath as my eyelids fluttered open, my vision foggy and glazed over. The sound of a constant beeping slowly reached my ears as my eyes glanced to my left to see Kane in the chair, fast asleep. His mask was on the floor, his hand wrapped in mind, his grip tight. I gave a small smile before I let my eyes close.

Kane's P.O.V.

My eyes opened as I inhaled deeply, sitting upright in the chair I had passed out in I looked to see Mark still sleeping. I smiled and let go of his hand to stand up and slip my mask back on.

"I'll be back soon." I kissed his forehead before walking out, silently closing the door behind me. I looked up to see Regal walking towards me.

"Hi, Kane, how are you?"

"Could be better."

"How's your brother?"

"He's sleeping soundly." Regal smiled and nodded.

"Good. Listen, I'd like you to go to the arena. An officer will meet you in the parking lot to discuss some things with you." I nodded and walked off, turning my head over my shoulder to see Regal going into Mark's room. I sighed and pressed the elevator button. I took out my cell phone and stared at the screen. The background was a photo of Mark and me, holding up championship gold. I shook my head and stuffed my phone back in my pocket as the elevator doors opened. I looked up. Lights out.

"Hey, be careful."

"Oh, dude, don't start. He's out cold."

"Yeah, right. An elephant tranquilizer can't even take this guy down." I tried to open my eyes but only saw red clouding my vision. I felt blood trickle down my temple as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, rendering me unconscious. I was suddenly met with a cold bucket of water being thrown at me.

"Wake up, sunshine." I panted heavily, the temperature of the water almost freezing me solid.

"Hey, man. How ya feeling?" I opened my good eye to see Austin and Hunter. I hung my head in shame. Should've known.

"You and your brother should be more careful, you know." Hunter's voice echoed off the cement walls as he paced in front of me, lead pipe in hand.

"I wonder if Regal's gotten his job done yet." I slowly lifted my head, my heartbeat in my ears.

"What?" I muttered through clenched teeth. My blood was beginning to boil.

"Oh, nothing. Just...Regal's with your comatose brother right now. Probably smothering him. Or injecting something into his I.V. You know...whatever kills him the quickest." My body was shaking. Not from the freezing water, but from adrenaline.

"What's the matter, Kane? Worried about your brother? Heh...I knew you were too stupid to figure out this out. You see, Kane. We're not the only ones after you." I raised my head to see a garage door opening, bright light shining in. I hid my face from the blinding light only to see the entire WWF roster, crew members, Board of Directors, and F.B.I. agents walking in. I felt my stomach do a backflip.

"This..." Austin smirked and laughed.

"You damn right it is, boy! Everyone is out to get you two! Everyone! You don't have friends anymore! Only enemies wanting to exterminate you like the cockroaches you are!" I let my head hang as everyone joined in on a hard laugh. Veins began to force up against my biceps. My gums began to bleed. The handcuffs crackling. I stood up despite having my Achilles' tendon ripped open. My eyes shut tightly, blood flowing from my left eye.

"All we want...is to be left alone...And you torture us...Try to murder us...Try to take everything we have, everything we've strived for..." Austin and Hunter began to back away, "oh shit" looks plastered on their faces.

"You've...stolen our freedom..." I lifted my head, my mask cracking in two and falling at my feet, my wrists breaking the cuffs.

"And we're going to get it back."

"That makes two of us." Everyone sharply turned to see Mark with Regal's corpse over his shoulder. He dropped it to the ground, Regal's throat slashed wide open. Mark and I smirked an identical smirk in unison as everyone began to back away. I was tossed a sledgehammer, Mark gripped onto his two-by-four wrapped in barbwire tightly in his fists.

"You okay, big brother?" I asked as we approached our victims.

"I'm fine. Nothing a little shot of Morphine couldn't fix." We both stopped side by side, staring our prey right in the faces. We both turned to one another, leaning forward, pecking our lips together. A groan of disgust reached our ears as we slowly broke, turning our attention back to the line of meat in front of us.

"You all want to kill us so badly? Over our dead bodies." We both charged, the war beginning.