'This is so stupid.' Lita thought to herself. 'Why am I even doing this to myself.' She was fighting her teenage acting mind from thinking about Kane while she was alone once again. It was becoming a job to keep him away from her thoughts. She remembered once feeling this way about a teenage crush that she never admitted to. Except this was on another scale than that. She wouldn't say that she felt somewhat obsessed, but she was definitely enamored by the big guy. 'This is insanity.' Lita threw another top across the room. She wanted something that would catch his eye but would be to revealing. 'Maybe a red top?' Lita pulled out one of the tops that she'd just bought. She threw it across the room before flopping onto the bed. The springs of the bed squealed from the sudden action. 'Why do I even care. Didn't I basically brush him off?' She slapped her forehead in frustration. She was with Matt, had been for years now. What she'd done with Kane was out of sadness and desperation -- at least she needed herself to believe. She was going to hurt someone either way it went, and she wasn't really ready for that part. But it was more than just sex between them. She knew that, and it was what scared her the most. She had a connection with him. Something that no one would understand if they found out. Lita could already imagine the looks of shock and disgust that would be directed towards her. Lita sat up again, looking over at the bag of new clothes she has bought a few weeks ago. She took out a black shirt that was divided in the middle, it would expose her without actually exposing her breast. She tried it on, and almost jumped in delight at how perfect it was on her. Hopefully, Kane would like it enough.

"It's really pretty." She heard a familiar voice say. He'd frightened her even though she knew it could only be him. Matt put down his bag, his hair messy as it usually was after a night with his brother. "When did you get that?" He said rubbing his hair back.

"Oh you know, when you were out with your brother getting wasted like usual." She shit back, before putting the shirt back down.

"Don't get started with this jealously thing gain, Lita. Jeff needs me just like you do."

"That doesn't mean to get wasted with him." Lita shook her head. "You are supposed to be getting him clean."

"We just have fun together. That's all. That doesn't always include alcohol."

"And coke?" Lita snapped back.

"Stop it." Matt shot back to her in a louder than usual tone. She knew that she caught him red handed. It wasn't a secret that Jeff had gotten into a few drugs while he was out of the ring for a time. Hell, the way that life was on the road she had to smoke a joint or two from time to time. It was stressful. She understood that part, but that didn't mean to make that the only thing that you cope with. There was more to life than getting high everyday.

"I'm just telling you the truth. You don't have to become a product of his mistakes. He's a grown ass man. I love him, but dammit I hate that you are getting dragged down with him."

"Stop Lita!" He screamed again, catching her by surprise at the threatening tone. He noticed her reaction and softened his voice. "Stop it, baby." He reached out and pulled her into his arms after she finally gave into his silent begs. His kissed her cheeks. "You know that I'm not doing that stuff." He lied though his teeth. Lita wanted to actually cry. The most painful part of watching someone fall is when you are forced to watch it no matter how hard you are trying to catch them. She knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere with him. This is what he did. He covered for his brother every time. She remembered the days that they smoked pot together and listens to rock bands all times of the night. They danced until the run came up just because they could do that. That enjoyed the beauty of life together. Now it all seemed like it was falling apart. She missed the both of them, even though they were still present in her life; it felt like they couldn't be any further away. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on to whatever this was now.

"You have to put your back into it man." Taker said as his brother's weight hit the floor hard with a thud. Half of the people inside the gym were looking into their direction now, some mesmerized and some annoyed by the show of strength.

"I'm not trying to have back problems like you old man." Kane shot back, swear dripping from his face now from the two of them going at it in the best way.

"Yeah yeah." Taker squatted down to pick up the weight. He looked forward, balancing himself and taking a deep breath before he heaved. He picked up the heavy weights with ease before throwing it back down. "That's how you do it, little brother." He said breathing hard.

"Okay. You think you bested me don't you?" Kane said before adding a significant amount of weight to the bar.

"You got to be kidding me? There is no fucking way you can lift that."

"You want to bet?" Kane grinned before getting into position. He rubbed his hand on his shirt, then rubbed them together. Kane took at deep breath before lowering down to the ground and heaving at the weight. He grunted and pulled harder and harder until he felt the weight give. It began to come off the ground finally, he lifted it to his hips and now all he hand to do was get it over his head. Kane took another breath before he skillfully, in one motion, swiftly threw the weight over his head. He looked over to his brother with a toothy smile before letting the weight fall to the ground with a heavy thud. He could see that Taker was even surprised. He heard the gym begin to clap at the show before his brother spoke.

"You dick." Taker said, not even attempting to best his little brother at this point. He would probably hurt himself from the strain of muscles as it was.

"Learned from the best." Kane replied smoothly. He nearly laughed at the eye roll he got from his brother in response.

"Let's meet back up for dinner. I have to go take care of some stuff." Taker said.

"Sure. It's not like I have anything to do."

"Sarcasm?"

Sadly, no." Kane replied with a indifferent expression.

"I'll call you." His brother said, ignoring the expression.

'Alone once again.' Kane thought to himself as he shut the door to his hotel room. The sweat from the workout had dried, making his skin sticky and itchy. He started the shower. This was the part he hated, being alone. ALONE. It's funny to dread something that you used to beg for once before. Those times when he used to be bothered by most of the locker room for being different. It made him hate people a lot more than he probably should have. He still has a hard time speaking to others. It was like he existed on his own back then. Nobody wanted anything to do with him because of his past. Women did find his muscular frame and silent stare mysterious but tempting. He remembered the innocent flirting that would make his heart nearly burst from his chest. It didn't dawn on him -- until he heard a few of the women joking about it -- that they only wanted to see his reaction. They were simply curious to see if the burnt side show was actually able to show emotions. Kane didn't blame them. He basically walked around like a robot, too shy and uncertain to actually try to flirt back. They basically thought he was mentally challenged to put it simply.

Then there was one person that actually caught his interest. She played around with him plenty of times, in a joking manner -- which he enjoyed. She wasn't like the other women that toyed with him. They actually built a friendship somehow. Even with him being mute at the time, she knew how to communicate with him. Terrie Wilson, she was his first crush that he gushed all over. He remembered how his brother would pick at him about it. Kane would only shake his head, blushing each time her name was brought up. One day, he was inside his locker room that he shared with his brother alone. He's just gotten out the shower and had the towel one his waste, mask thrown off on the couch. He was tired and ready to go to the hotel after his brother got done with his match. He was surprised to see Terrie sitting on the couch, mesmerized by his mask. She had placed it on, making him chuckle at her. It got her attention, but he wasn't afraid of her seeing him without his mask. That was the first time he could admit it to himself. Terrie had turned around, simply smiling at him.

"You have always been handsome to me." She joked before walking over to him. She still had his mask on, being playful like she always was. He was surprised though, when she dropped to her knees and removed his towel. She placed her tongue on his dick, making him afraid of the unknown feeling. Then she engulfed him with her mouth. It felt so good that he had to sit down, or he was sure he would fall over. It was the most amazing feeling, but there was one thing in the way of it. She still had his mask on her face. When he full it off, he saw her face flushed and so so beautiful. He wanted to see her eyes, her nose, and every part of her. That's when he knew that he didn't need the mask anymore. It hid so much beauty. She allowed him to have all of her that night. They probably would have had sex all night if it wasn't for him brother knocking to be let into the locker room. He remembered how big Taker's eyes got then he saw her walking out of the room along with how messy his brother's hair was. He had loved Terrie, but she had eyes from someone else. He couldn't hate her for it though. They stayed friends and remembered what had occurred between the two of them forever. He missed her sometimes, wondered who was fell for. He had hoped she found love, something he didn't know if he'd ever know. He was the idiot that feel in love with someone that loved someone else. Something Terrie would have never allowed him to do.

Kane threw the old memories out of his head and showered. He felt every bit of pain in his muscles when he got out. He smiled, knowing that it was worth it just to best his brother at something. Kane looked at himself on the mirror, rubbing his bald head. 'Damn, why did I ever do this? Oh yeah, McMahon needed me to look more demonic.' Kane made the creepiest face he could in the mirror. He early jumped at his own reflection. 'You're fucking scary.' He thought to himself. He threw on some clothes after he scared himself enough. 'You're fucking stupid.' Kane said to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror once more. He connected his chain to his wallet and placed it in his back pocket. No one had ever tried to take his wallet before, but it was something that Taker gave him so he used it as much as possible.

"You ready, Little Brother?" Taker was knocking on the door. "I'm hungry as shit." He was about to knock again when the door opened. Kane looked at his skull shaped pinky ring embedded with red diamonds for show. "About damn time."

"I hadn't even been thirty minutes since since we got here."

"Really?" He pulled his black button up's sleeves up to reveal a golden skull faced watch. Kane rolled his eyes at this. 'He loves to play dumb.' He thought to himself. His brother always picked at how Kane never flaunted his riches, never really bought anything for himself ; except maybe underwear and socks. Even then he would probably just wear to rugged, old pair to avoid the stares he gets from people.

"Let's go then old man."

"I hope you brought your bike, because I don't want you to ride bitch."

"Ha Ha, so funny." Kane knew his brother was just toying with him. "I've got it on the back of my truck."

"Just like I taught you. I'm so proud." Take replied. Kane lifted the big middle finger with as much exaggeration as he could muster to get into his phalange. This just got his brother laughing harder than he would have imaged. Kane couldn't help but grin before he closed his hotel room door.

They made it to one of the restaurants that was on their foodie list. They were both big men with bigger appetites. Kane took off his helmet, feeling like he would never stop fiddling with it with his big sausage fingers. Taker calmly hoped off his bike like a pro. This wasn't his first rodeo, and he wasn't afraid to ride his horse with gear. His brother rarely wore a helmet, even if it was required by state. Most police noticed who he was and let him go with much of a fuss. They got an autograph, and he got his record to not be added onto. He didn't have the best track record with a history of selling weed, cocaine, LSD, and whatever else, assault on an officer, battery, fleeing from the scene. The thing that got him busted was that he got caught coming back from Mexico with a car full of coke, and refused to snitch on any of his fellow bikers. Taker got prisoned in Louisiana, one of the worst places to be caught. He got out early for good behavior and selling a few possessions - which didn't make much since. From what I can tell, the cops were dirty as hell too. Now a days, all he gets in trouble for is smoking a little pot and speeding on his bike. Taker still had friends in high places that would visit now and then, but they just called him a "old man" meaning he was done trapping for now. Easy as that - at least I hope.

As they headed inside, Kane kept his hands tucked in his pockets, head down - hell, he was tall enough to still see everything just as he would if his head was up.

"Table for two?" A well dressed man asked.

"Yep." Taker replied.

"Follow me." The man walked them part a few tables. They got some stares and sucked in breathes at the sight of them. It wasn't anything to usual. They usually left them alone to eat before they asked for autographs. "Will this booth be okay?"

"Sure." Taker replied.

"Your waiter will be right with you." The man replied before walking away.

"After you, Little brother." Taker gestured jokingly.

"Such a way with words." Kane nearly bursted out laughing at his own response.

They both sat down, looking at the menu that was already placed at the table. Kane wasn't sure if he was really sure what he wanted. 'Maybe I should just get an entree. No, I'll get the sampler.' The sampler has an array of foods for him to try. 'Hopefully it will fill me up.' He looked up at his brother, about to asked what he was interested in order. He saw that his brother wasn't even half interested in the menu. Kane followed his eyes over to a young, cute pixie haired woman. She couldn't be over twenty five, but she seemed every mature and knew what she was t going. She was very petite, pushing her glasses up her nose. She seemed very reserved, smart, but not shy one bit.

"Seriously man?" Kane said in disbelief.

"Come on, she is so damn cute. You can't say she isn't." Taker replied.

"She's young."

"I know, I bet she's still a virgin?"

"Too young for you, you old pervert."

"Age ain't nothing but a number little brother." Taker replied. Kane looked back up and noticed her look back at them suddenly. He knew that he ended up blushing. Kane quickly turned away when he noticed that she was heading their way. Besides, he didn't want his brother to see him blush over a woman looking at him. 'But she is too cute.' He thought to himself.

"What would you gentleman like?" She asked impatiently. She took out her small notebook from her apron.

"I'd like a big ass burger." Taker replied. "I heard you guys have the best burgers."

"You'd be right, we only use one hundred percent fresh beef. Which means a lot of protein for muscles like your guys." She gave Kane a wink, making him cover his face with the menu as if he was still looking. He knew that he was probably red as a tomato. He could feel his johnson was t nearly as shy. 'What the fuck is wrong with me.' He said, closing his eyes and calming himself.

"Well, I'll take a burger - all the way and a beer, beautiful." Taker said with his thick southern accent.

"Okay." She was busy scrubbing the order down before she looked at Kane again. He still had his face covered. "And for you?"

"Just a beer." He said quickly, cursing himself for it.

"Okay, I'll have everything for you guys as soon as I can." She reach for the menus. Kane swore that she purposefully touched his hand. When she finally left, his brother slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"And you called me the perv."

Fuck you." Kane said in a low voice.

"Hands off. Mine." His brother said with sudden serious face.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Kane replied honestly. She was much too small for him, and cute. He liked his women with muscle and spunk about them. 'Like Lita. She is the fucking best. So damn sexy and the way she looks at me when she's --'

"Yo! Earth to Kane." Taker said. "What the fuck's got your brain so taken from reality.

"You know, same old shit, just a different day."

"Mmm." Taker squinted his eyes at that. "You got a bitch, don't you."

"Bitch?" Kane raised an eyebrow at that.

"Okay, so I know you don't like that word." Taker rolled his eyes. "Girlfriend?" He tilted his head, waiting for the answer. Kane chuckled.

"I wish."

"So whoever we talked about last is just some ass you don't mind borrowing from her boyfriend?" Taker was actually curious now, considering his brother was always quiet when it came to his relationships. He had basically asked him for advice the last time that spoke.

"Don't do that." Kane couldn't stop himself from being offended.

"I'm just saying --" The waitress was back with their drinks. She sat them down one by one, before giving them both a smile. 'She's really really cute actually.' Kane said looking at her perfect teeth. 'Not cuter than Lita though.' He said. What the fuck was she always kn his head? Kane took a drink of his beer at that. His brother also took a sip before watching the petite waitress walk always.

"Damn," Taker said staring. He took a few gulps from the beer before putting it down. He always finished his beers in only a few gulps. "I'll be right back, little brother." He said before getting up. Kane shook his head at his brother's antics. This was typical Taker, couldn't stop the chase. He had always been like this from as long as Kane could remember. Kane sat there, drinking his beer until it was empty. A few minutes passed by before he saw his brother wondering back, fixing his belt. Kane raised an eyebrow at his brother.

"Don't tell me you did what I think you did." Kane said in a low voice.

"She was a virgin. I had to be the first one to pop that one. I may have to take her my girl -- she was so scrumptious." Taker said biting his lips as if he just had the best piece of candy in the world.

"With that being said," Kane stood up drinking down the rest of his beer before slamming it to the table. "I'm out of here bro. I'll leave you to it."

"Come on man, can you blame me?" Taker said. He was only replied to by a bird finger pointing back at his as he watch the back of his brother bald head walking away.

Kane shut the hotel room door and locked it before taking off his clothes. He was left only in his boxers as he laid onto the bed staring at the ceiling. He pinched the bridge of his nose before opening his phone to place a call. He was surprised that she answered. She hadn't even attempted to in weeks.

"Hello." He heard her voice and instantly felt himself become excited. "Kane?" She seemed to be trying to be quiet.

"Lita." He whispered.

"You can't keep calling me." She replied, which made his heart hurt more than it probably should have."

"I miss you." He ignored her pleas. "I really really do."

"No -- I can't keep doing this."

"I'm so in love with you. I can't help it." Kane could hear her hold her breath before the call ended. He instantly began to stroke himself. 'Her voice is so damn beautiful. I want to her, I want to kiss her, I want to love her, I want to be inside of her. I hate her.' He same hard, barely able to catch her breath.

'I hate her.'