Kane huffed out a long breath, crossing one foot over his knee and looking out at the Milwaukee skyline. He ashed the Newport, bringing it up to his lips again, he took another regretful drag. He hadn't smoked in years, and all it took was just a little bit of stress and suddenly he was off the wagon. To be fair, this qualified as more than a little bit of stress.
He heard the door click open from the balcony, ashing the cigarette and hearing his wife set her handbag on the dresser and reset a few peices of furniture. He'd left the door cracked open, and he heard it creak farther as Freyja slipped out into the late summer heat with him. She'd been gone a long time and he should be angry, but he couldn't even bring himself to care at this point. He'd burned off all his steam at the hotel gym and trashing the hotel room. It didn't matter, he had the money to pay for it, and it felt good to wreck someone else's shit.
She didn't say hello. She didn't ask about the trashed hotel room and he didn't offer an explanation. She said,
"You smoke?" she lowered herself onto the patio chair next to him.
"Not since 1987." he replied.
She held her hand out, looking at him and studying his faced. He seemed calm, at this moment anyway, almost at peace. For now. He even handed over the cigarette. She put it up to her lips and breathed in deep. She herself hadn't smoked since she was a teenager. It was strong. And cheap.
Freyja wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer, but she couldn't stop herself. "How old were you in 1987, anyway?"
Kane took it again. "20."
Freyja's turn again. He heard her puff, and mutter, "Jesus Christ."
"Hm?" He hummed as she handed back the smoke, he had a feeling he knew where this was going.
Freyja laughed bitterly and shook her head. "I was 7."
In return her husband took a drag so long it burned right down to the filter. Kane flicked it into the ashtray with a groaned, "Fuck."
He knew he was older, but damn, he was an adult by the time she'd learned to 'Swanton off the chickenhouse' or whatever. The man shook his head vigorously. He didn't want to think about it.
"You were out late." He remarked. She'd left in the morning and now, it was the late afternoon.
"Yeah, I-" Freyja stuttered nervously, she was pretty sure he was going to freak out again. "I went to meet Hurricane's little posse, and then I figured I should go ahead and get the rest of my stuff and check out of my hotel, no sense in paying for two rooms. But then Andy found me and made me train, which is probably for the better, and I would have told you but I actually have no idea how to get ahold of you so I-" Freyja's anxious rambling was interrupted by Kane throwing his phone into her lap, while he dug for another cigarette.
"Whatever, just don't let it fucking happen again." He grumbled, not interested in her excuses. Freyja picked it up to put his number in her phone, resisting the urge to remark that she was suprised he even had one.
Don't be an idiot, Freyja, he's a working man in 2006, of course he has a cell phone.
"So, what about this plan?" He pressed.
Freyja finished programming Kane's number in her phone and turned her body towards him, taking a deep breath to start in.
"Well, we uh, are planning on announcing that we're going after Lita next RAW, but the guys decided we needed to draw it out a bit... few weeks maybe."
Kane cocked an eyebrow, "Why can't you just take a baseball bat to her in the parking lot?"
Freyja laughed, and for once she seemed at ease. She relaxed a bit, turning to face him entirely. "You know, I asked the same question, and they said we needed theatrics."
Kane gave an amused huff, letting Freyja snatch the Newport from his mouth. "Theatrics are overrated."
"Right?" Freyja took a drag and leaned over the table between them to put the cigarette directly back in Kane's mouth, forcing herself to relax a bit. "But, Hurricane's been in the business for longer than I have. I trust him."
They stayed like that, for at least a half hour. Freyja had so many ideas. In all honesty, he was going to have fun terrorizing his ex-wife before going in for the kill.
It was almost normal.
~O~O~O~O~O~O~
Lights flashed, cameras reeled around the ring. It wasn't the right time the week before. No match for Kane, only a Highlight Reel segment, an outright disastrous one.
Like a 4th grader in the bedroom. Pfft. At least Freyja knew that one wasn't true. Her husband was tense, ready for a fight, she could tell. But there wasn't any reason to be. He'd make quick work of Viscera, and soon she'd have the mic in her hand. Ready to announce their intentions, Freyja was itching to get out there. The first indication the young woman received that she'd been bouncing on her heels was Kane's hand set on top of her head. Just his palm covered the entire top of her head. God, sometime she forgot how massive he was.
"You're annoying me." He hissed.
Freyja stopped bouncing. Viscera already stood in the ring, ready to throw down. Freyja's own personal Monster was more than ready to return the favor. The time was fast approaching, and Freyja looked up at her husband, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
"United front?" She blinked up at him.
His eyes darted down to her hopeful face, his grip tightening ever so slightly when his music ticked on, pushing her forward.
The crowd cheered at the sound of.Lane's guitar riff. It was pretty much their only option after damn near booing the roof off the place at Viscera's entrance. She came out with him to fire and fury, walked confidently by his side as the world blazed around them. They were angry, and who could blame them? The roar of the crowd almost drowned the announcer as he cried,
"Accompanied by Freyja Kutlass, Kaaaannnne!"
The WWE Universe must have latched onto them as the "new underdogs", Freyja was expecting booing just by virtue of being seen with the Big Red Monster. Maybe he was right, she really didn't know how this industry worked. Kane let Freyja ascend the steps before him, so she could turn around and be on almost even ground with her monster husband. Kane approached her, trying not to act too suprised when she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in close. Their lips met, sounds of disgust and approval mixing in the crowd.
On the other end, Lita saw that the cameraman rushed to get a good shot. Freyja had noticed, too, and made sure to make it very obvious that tongue had been involved. When the newlyweds finally broke away, Kane gave Freyja his evil sneer, using the pad of his thumb to smooth her bottom lip. The young woman continued up the stairs, smirking directly at the camera. She knew Lita was watching, and Lita knew that luttle spectacle was for her. Sitting up on top of the top rope, she let her weight hold it down for Kane. Hell, it's the best she can do to hold the ropes open for someone who can just swing a leg over the top.
He did so, and the two giants in the ring circled each other, ready for a fight, while Freyja took her spit at the corner of the ring. The bell rang, and the two men proceeded to go out it.
Freyja was astonished to watch two people so large battling it out. She didn't think she'd ever get used to it, the size, the power. They exchanged blows heavier than she could even imagine and she made herself a mental not to no piss Kane off.
Kane had done some serious shit in his life, and although she wasn't sure if spousal abuse was one, she never intended to find out.
Viscera had Kane beaten back to the corner turnbuckle, his body getting laid into by the fists of his giant opponent. He needed help, but would she have the balls to interfere?
Yes. Yes she would. People needed to know that she wasn't going to take this whole Kane thing lying down. Well, she had, but that was a different thing entirely. Viscera was really doing a number on her hisband, and like any self-respecting wife, she climbed up to the apron, removed one shoe, threw it full force at her Kane's opponents head, bouncing out of the ring befor anyone saw. The projectile hit its mark with a hollow Thwack! and the man reeled about with great speed to find the one responsible. He whirled around so quickly, in fact, that his lumbering form collided with the ref and the smaller man stumbled backwards. The referee's cranuim collided with the corner turnbuckle, dazing him for a few minutes.
Freyja dropped from the apron as Viscera came for her, ready to make her pay for throwing her shoe at him. Quickly, the young woman located a steel chair and slid it over to where Kane sat, still getting himself together. He felt something tap the corner of his boot. He saw first the chair, then the unconsiou ref, and finally, Freyja taking a few steps from the ring as a gargantuan traveled towards her with nothing good in mind. The Demon connected the dots quickly, and like lightning he shot up, chair in hand, and bashed it against the back of Viscera's skull with such force that the seat dented, send his adversary over the ropes, and down to the ground below at Freyja's feat. Thenewlyweds shared a wicked grin, if only for the show of it.
Her husband got down out of the ring, the ref shouting out counts for the fighters to get back in the ring. Before picking up the unconsious Viscera, Kane stepped up on top of his body, holding out a hand for Freyja to do the same, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her aggressively and they stood on top of the massive man, a silent signal to all who would try to stand in their way exactly where they'd end up.
When the show was over and Kane running out of time, he finally threw Viscera back to the ring for the pin. Freyja slipped into the ring, skirting around the paramedics come to drag the out-cold Viscera from the ring. The youg woman lifted her husbands hand, his triumphant smirk drawing cheers from the crowd. They broke the rules, they should be getting booed, but if they were doing bad guy shit with righteous fury, that apperently made it okay. She motioned for a mic, and all but snatched it out of the stagehands paws, govong him a knowing wink.
"So I'm sure you all heard about what happened two weeks ago..." The crowd erupted in boos, remembering, of course, the Wedding From Hell 2.0. "How Lita signed, sealed, and delivered my fate with a bogus marraige contract and empty promises." The young woman circled the ring, never getting more than an arms length from Kane, even at times letting fingers brish over his exposed skin, still hot and slick with sweat from the fight.
"But I'm here to tell everone that if you thing that I'm just going to take this like its nothing, if you think Kane is going to take this. You're dead wrong.
"I will not be your sacrificial lamb, not your pitiable victim, not your... cautionary tale. No! I decide who I am. And if anyone is going to try to make me a vcitim of Kane's? Im telling you I flat. Out. Refuse. I am not a victim of Kane's. I think we all know who is the real villan here." The WWE universe set in on their chants and cheers. They knew who was responsible for this.
"You see, Kane and I? We've come to an agreement about this whole debacle. It isn't my fault. It isn't his fault. This is all Lita. And we are angry. And who can blame us? We want revenge, and we want a lot of it. It's time to pay the piper, Lita will regret the day she ever chose me to fill her shoes, I'll make sure of it. Lita, Edge, we are coming." Freyja turned towards the ramp, and a cameraman the shot up at her from below. She felt Kane press up against her back, heavy hands on either shoulder. Her finger came up to point at the camera. "And we are coming for you."
The crowd cried for blood, the newly weds came to the ropes. Kane held the ropes open for Freyja, which was a nice touch she must admit. She returned the favor and let him jump down first. He caught her as she jumped down, they played the part of the united front every minute.
And the theatrics were working.
