The Undertaker and Kane charged at each other as the people on the street scattered in a panic.

As the two built up speed, the Undertaker was hard at work trying to formulate a battle plan, but nothing came to him as Kane slammed into him. He grabbed the Undertaker in a bear-hug and continued to charge, slamming through every obstacle in his path. The Undertaker lost count of the debris that smashed against his head as Kane continued his momentum.

At last, the Undertaker managed to wrench one of his hands free, and reached for his grapple. It was a small, hand-held object that somewhat resembled a crossbow, and it was capable of launching a chain that the Undertaker could then retract. The Undertaker launched the chain grapple around a passing building and pressed the retract trigger, using it to pull himself free from Kane's steel-like grip.

Suddenly, Kane realized what the Undertaker had done, but it took him a while to stop his charge. The Undertaker took advantage of it, lifting a parked car over his head and launching it at Kane. Kane swatted the car aside like a tennis ball, but the Undertaker was already pressing his advantage, charging at Kane and hitting him in the solar plexus with a lightning-quick series of punches.

Unfortunately, Kane was slightly quicker, and grabbed the Undertaker's fist mid-punch. He then launched him over his head and let go, sending the Undertaker flying through the window of a nearby apartment complex. As the Undertaker hit the floor and reeled, trying to get his bearings back, he could hear the thump, thump, thump of Kane slowly stalking toward the building. The Undertaker knew he needed to get to the shadows fast. H e wasn't making any headway taking Kane head-on like this, especially with that serum pumping through Kane's veins.

Kane's fist smashed through a nearby wall as the Undertaker headed up the stairs and out of sight. As he heard the sound of Kane making his way through the wall, the Undertaker focused his concentration and called upon his supernatural abilities.

One by one, the lights of the building started to go out from the top floor down, until the entire complex was engulfed in complete darkness. Kane let out an animalistic roar, letting his frustration known to everyone within earshot. He felt around, trying to make contact with something, anything, but he had no idea where he was, or where his opponent was.

The Undertaker, however, could see just fine in the darkness, and moved silently down the stairway directly above Kane, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As soon as Kane's back was turned to him, the Undertaker leapt down onto his back and grasped at the tube that was connected to Kane's mask.

Kane felt the impact, and immediately realized what the Undertaker was trying to do. He grasped behind him, trying to get a hold of the Deadman, but the Undertaker was able to stay out of reach. Unfortunately, he still couldn't disconnect the tube. It was welded to the mask to well, and 'Taker realized that he was not going to have this window for too long.

He dodged another blind blow from Kane, and then delivered a strike of his own, and then another. Kane continued to swing out at wherever he thought the Undertaker might be, but the Undertaker was moving too fast and timing his strikes too well, trying to keep Kane guessing in order to keep his advantage. He needed to buy time to get the tube out.

But Kane had had enough. He thrust his fist down, slamming into the ground and grasping the floorboard. Wrenching up, he tore the floorboards up, causing the Undertaker, who was about to make another attempt at the tube, to lose his balance. Kane heard the sound of the Undertaker hitting the ground and struck, bringing his fists to slam into the Undertaker's body as he lay disoriented on the ground. Kane then brought his fists down again, and again, and again, and the Undertaker could feel every impact to his very core. He was pretty sure some of his ribs were broken.

As Kane began to bring his fists down again, the Undertaker managed to kick up, striking Kane in the fast as 'Taker rolled away from him. Kane grabbed the Undertaker's cape, and used it to fling him back outside onto the street. The Undertaker slammed into a streetlamp and slumped. He managed to pick himself up, just in time to see Kane charging out of the building like a mad bull, heading straight for him.

This time, however, the Undertaker executed a leap-frog over Kane, and Kane smacked into the street lamp. As his opponent reeled, the Undertaker ripped another streetlamp out of the ground and smashed Kane with it. Kane roared out in pain as the Undertaker went in for another strike.

This time, Kane grabbed the streetlamp and wrenched it out of the Undertaker's grasp, and then charged again. Once again, the Undertaker was able to side-step him, but Kane still managed to take him down with a clothesline that 'Taker had not seen coming. The Undertaker was able to recover quickly and rushed at Kane.

The two brothers exchanged thunderous blows, neither one giving an inch or gaining an advantage. To the observers who had managed to find a safe place out of danger and where now watching the fight in awe, it was as if there was nothing but pure hatred being projected from both men. But one particular observer had a different viewpoint.

Hidden in one of the alleyways as he watched the fight continue, Mankind watched his plan in action, mentally considering the possible outcomes. So far, Kane was doing his job to perfection, distracting the Undertaker, weakening him to the point that he would be ripe for the final blow. Mankind could see the toll that the fight was taking on the Undertaker. He could see the effects that Kane's super-strong blows were having. The longer this fight continued, the more the Undertaker would lose his advantage. And Mankind knew that the Undertaker knew that, too.

However, the outcome was of no consequence to him. More than likely, the Undertaker would best Kane, as he often had before. But by that time, Mankind would be ready. He would be prepared for the endgame, and he would be set to deliver the killing stroke. Now, all he needed was one last player in this game, and he would be ready for the final battle. As the fight raged on, Mankind stalked off to find his one last element.

IN THE STREET…

The Undertaker was not gaining any headway here, and he knew. He needed to shut Kane down and fast, which meant he needed to get that tube out. As long as the serum was continually flowing through Kane's system, this fight would continue to favor Kane. The Undertaker needed to take a drastic measure.

An idea popped into the Undertaker's mind. It was not something he relished, as he was above using such cheap tactics in a fight, but he needed to end this fight quickly. He ducked another swipe by Kane, and then dropped down and delivered a low blow to Kane's groin. Kane roared in pain and dropped to his knees, holding his lower region. It was quite obvious that Kane had not expected this move, and the Undertaker wasted no time in taking advantage. Grabbed the space between the eyeholes of Kane's mask and bracing his book against Kane's chest, the Undertaker summoned every single ounce of strength he could muster and pulled as hard as he could.

CCCRRRRRRSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!

The Undertaker pulled the entire front of Kane's mask off, and then nailed a huge right cross to his brother's scarred face. Kane roared out, even louder than before. He was now in overwhelming pain, but the Undertaker wasn't done. He grabbed the tube attached to the back of the mask and ripped it out. There was a disgusting gurgling sound as the serum that fed Kane his strength spewed out on the ground. The effects on Kane's body were immediate. As his body began to shrink down and his muscles began to contract back to their original size. Soon, Kane was back to his original form.

He tried to crawl away as the Undertaker angrily stalked toward him and grabbed him by the neck.

"I have one question, and if you want to live through this, you will answer it" the Undertaker stated, his rage apparent in every word.

Kane only glared at him.

"How did you get out?"

Kane reached down and pulled something out of the waistband of his tights, and the Undertaker snatched it out of his hand.

It was a card, and on the card, there was a familiar emblem. The Undertaker knew it well. It had been an endless source of torment for him several years ago.

It was Mankind's logo.

The Undertaker did not respond, but simply lifted his boot and brought it to slam into the side of Kane's head, knocking him unconscious. The Undertaker could hear the sounds of police sirens and helicopter units approaching now that the battle was over. Right now, he would love nothing more than to dispose of Kane once and for all, but Mark Calaway's conscience wouldn't let him. This was his brother, the only family he had left, even if he was a raging psychopath, So for now, the Undertaker would have to be content with getting Kane ready for his trip back to prison.

LATER…

The Undertaker watched from a nearby rooftop as a special unit arrived to take Kane into custody. The local police had been more than happy to stand guard while Kane was unconscious, contrasting with their earlier attitude to stay hidden when he had been battling like the Undertaker. 'Taker didn't blame them, of course. They were not prepared for someone like Kane, and they would have been slaughtered had they been foolish enough to interfere. But now Kane was back in custody, and the Undertaker was on the trail of the man who had facilitated Kane's early release.

He knew that this new Mankind impersonator was behind this. He had wanted the Undertaker to know it was him.

And now he knew where he was. He knew where Mankind had kept his little calling cards.

The Undertaker was going to find this man, and he was going to send him to meet his mentor.

One way or another, this was going to end tonight.

TO BE CONTINUED…