What Could Have Been VII
Immediately following what he had seen on Heat, Kane tried to call the Undertaker's cell phone. Only getting the message service, he grudgingly left an urgent message for his brother, explaining that he had realized his mistake and asking the Undertaker to call him back as soon as possible. By the next day, however, the Undertaker still had not gotten back to Kane, and the Big Red Machine was worried. He called Taker six more times, leaving messages similar to the first. As evening approached, he still had not heard from the Undertaker.
Kane settled in to watch Raw, hoping to hear at least some news regarding the Undertaker. The very second that the pyrotechnics finished exploding "No Chance in Hell" came over the sound system and Vince McMahon made his way to the ring.
Getting a microphone from one of the ringside production crew members, Vince waited for the usual chanting of 'asshole' to subside before he began to address the crowd. "I can understand your jealousy," the owner of the WWF told the crowd. "Unlike all of you, I can say that my life...my very person is something worth being jealous of. Especially of late. HHH, Austin and I have the perfect alliance. The Intercontinental Title is in our hands, the WWF Title is in our hands, the Rock has been removed as a threat," here Vince had to pause as the chorus of boos that assaulted him couldn't be overcome even with the aid of the sound system. Eventually the crowd quieted, however, and he continued gloating, "and the entire WWF roster cringe in terror-stricken obedience to our rule."
Then Vince's expression darkened, his eyes bulging out of their sockets and the veins on his neck straining as his anger came to the front. "Except, apparently, for two irritating thorns on our collective side. Kane and the Undertaker." Once again, Vince was forced to pause, this time due to the overwhelming cheers that mentioning the Brothers of Destruction had elicited. "Yes, Kane and the Undertaker decided to stick their noses where they didn't belong. They decided that they wanted a piece of HHH and Stone Cold Steve Austin. And so they came out here and ran their mouths. They DARED to threaten my dominance, my control over the WWF. And where did it get them? NOWHERE!" Vince told the crowd, his voice little more than a feral growl.
"That freak of nature Kane was beaten to within an inch of his life and even now is still in the hospital. And in spite of his surprising success on Heat yesterday, the Undertaker will soon be JOINING HIM."
Then the lights went out.
As the crowd hummed in anticipation, a single bell toll was heard, followed by "Dead Man walking." The cheers from the crowd erupted at the same time that the Undertaker's entrance pyrotechnics did. With Limp Bizkit's 'Rollin' playing, the Undertaker appeared in the entryway and slowly made his way to the ring. He was dressed in his usual black leather 'Dead Man Inc' pants along with a matching, tight fitting t-shirt. Overtop of it all he had on a long black trench coat. A black bandana and sunglasses completed his ensemble.
The Undertaker marched purposefully towards the ring and Vince McMahon, who had backed up until he was against the far ropes and taken a huge swallow, trying to calm his nerves. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to come out here before HHH and Austin had arrived at the arena. Then he shook his head slightly, he was Vincent K. McMahon, dammit! He wasn't afraid of anybody. Even the Undertaker wouldn't dare to touch him!
The Undertaker glared at Vince for a long moment, and the WWF owner began to fidget nervously. Then, finally, Taker brought his microphone up to his mouth and spoke...not in the almost amused Texan drawl that everyone had recently become accustomed to but in a far deeper...more menacing...tone.
"You're either very brave, or very stupid," the Undertaker told Mr. McMahon, "I know that neither of your boys are here yet, but you still came out. Bragging about how HHH and Austin put Kane in the hospital. As if it were that hard to do. Hell I've put Kane in the hospital more times than I can count. And then you THREATEN ME?!" All this time Taker had been in motion, moving back and forth in front of Vince as he talked. Finally Taker stopped directly in front of the owner of the WWF and slowly advanced upon him until Vince had pushed himself back as far into the ropes as he could.
"No one threatens me, little man," the Undertaker said to Vince in a cold, threatening voice. "No one." Then Taker backed up slightly and looked at McMahon. "You know, Vince," he spoke, "I've changed my mind. You're not brave and you're not stupid. No, what you are...is suicidal!" so saying, Taker's hand flew to Vince's throat with the speed of a striking snake. Taker lifted the man by the throat until they were eye to eye, holding him there for almost a full minute before ordering the man in a dark tone, "When HHH and Austin get here...tell them their next." Then the Undertaker lifted McMahon high over his head and slammed him with bone rattling force onto the canvas. Not even sparing another glance for Vince, the Undertaker left the ring and made his way up the ramp. At the top he paused and turned around...once more striking the pose of the Lord of Darkness before disappearing behind the curtain.
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And back in his hospital room Kane, stinging slightly from Taker's disparaging words, despaired as he realized he might never get his brother back.
Immediately following what he had seen on Heat, Kane tried to call the Undertaker's cell phone. Only getting the message service, he grudgingly left an urgent message for his brother, explaining that he had realized his mistake and asking the Undertaker to call him back as soon as possible. By the next day, however, the Undertaker still had not gotten back to Kane, and the Big Red Machine was worried. He called Taker six more times, leaving messages similar to the first. As evening approached, he still had not heard from the Undertaker.
Kane settled in to watch Raw, hoping to hear at least some news regarding the Undertaker. The very second that the pyrotechnics finished exploding "No Chance in Hell" came over the sound system and Vince McMahon made his way to the ring.
Getting a microphone from one of the ringside production crew members, Vince waited for the usual chanting of 'asshole' to subside before he began to address the crowd. "I can understand your jealousy," the owner of the WWF told the crowd. "Unlike all of you, I can say that my life...my very person is something worth being jealous of. Especially of late. HHH, Austin and I have the perfect alliance. The Intercontinental Title is in our hands, the WWF Title is in our hands, the Rock has been removed as a threat," here Vince had to pause as the chorus of boos that assaulted him couldn't be overcome even with the aid of the sound system. Eventually the crowd quieted, however, and he continued gloating, "and the entire WWF roster cringe in terror-stricken obedience to our rule."
Then Vince's expression darkened, his eyes bulging out of their sockets and the veins on his neck straining as his anger came to the front. "Except, apparently, for two irritating thorns on our collective side. Kane and the Undertaker." Once again, Vince was forced to pause, this time due to the overwhelming cheers that mentioning the Brothers of Destruction had elicited. "Yes, Kane and the Undertaker decided to stick their noses where they didn't belong. They decided that they wanted a piece of HHH and Stone Cold Steve Austin. And so they came out here and ran their mouths. They DARED to threaten my dominance, my control over the WWF. And where did it get them? NOWHERE!" Vince told the crowd, his voice little more than a feral growl.
"That freak of nature Kane was beaten to within an inch of his life and even now is still in the hospital. And in spite of his surprising success on Heat yesterday, the Undertaker will soon be JOINING HIM."
Then the lights went out.
As the crowd hummed in anticipation, a single bell toll was heard, followed by "Dead Man walking." The cheers from the crowd erupted at the same time that the Undertaker's entrance pyrotechnics did. With Limp Bizkit's 'Rollin' playing, the Undertaker appeared in the entryway and slowly made his way to the ring. He was dressed in his usual black leather 'Dead Man Inc' pants along with a matching, tight fitting t-shirt. Overtop of it all he had on a long black trench coat. A black bandana and sunglasses completed his ensemble.
The Undertaker marched purposefully towards the ring and Vince McMahon, who had backed up until he was against the far ropes and taken a huge swallow, trying to calm his nerves. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to come out here before HHH and Austin had arrived at the arena. Then he shook his head slightly, he was Vincent K. McMahon, dammit! He wasn't afraid of anybody. Even the Undertaker wouldn't dare to touch him!
The Undertaker glared at Vince for a long moment, and the WWF owner began to fidget nervously. Then, finally, Taker brought his microphone up to his mouth and spoke...not in the almost amused Texan drawl that everyone had recently become accustomed to but in a far deeper...more menacing...tone.
"You're either very brave, or very stupid," the Undertaker told Mr. McMahon, "I know that neither of your boys are here yet, but you still came out. Bragging about how HHH and Austin put Kane in the hospital. As if it were that hard to do. Hell I've put Kane in the hospital more times than I can count. And then you THREATEN ME?!" All this time Taker had been in motion, moving back and forth in front of Vince as he talked. Finally Taker stopped directly in front of the owner of the WWF and slowly advanced upon him until Vince had pushed himself back as far into the ropes as he could.
"No one threatens me, little man," the Undertaker said to Vince in a cold, threatening voice. "No one." Then Taker backed up slightly and looked at McMahon. "You know, Vince," he spoke, "I've changed my mind. You're not brave and you're not stupid. No, what you are...is suicidal!" so saying, Taker's hand flew to Vince's throat with the speed of a striking snake. Taker lifted the man by the throat until they were eye to eye, holding him there for almost a full minute before ordering the man in a dark tone, "When HHH and Austin get here...tell them their next." Then the Undertaker lifted McMahon high over his head and slammed him with bone rattling force onto the canvas. Not even sparing another glance for Vince, the Undertaker left the ring and made his way up the ramp. At the top he paused and turned around...once more striking the pose of the Lord of Darkness before disappearing behind the curtain.
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And back in his hospital room Kane, stinging slightly from Taker's disparaging words, despaired as he realized he might never get his brother back.
