Paul Bearer paced back and forth
in the wrestling ring, the boos and the name calling could be heard throughout
the arena, it was no surprise that the fans did NOT like Paul Bearer, the
fact that they liked Kane and Paul Bearer had done unspeakably evil things
to him, definitely didn't make him a crowd favorite. But tonight Paul Bearer
didn't care what the crowd thought of him, tonight was about to releasing
a truth to Mark and Kane that would destroy their bond, once the truth
came out, things would never be the same, this was a wonderful plan, Paul
was going to have to call himself a genius later for coming up with the
plan.
Paul looked up for what seemed to
be the millionth time, he had already called out the brothers of destruction
two times and there was no sight of them; He knew that they were here tonight,
Kane was going to do a promo about the Triple H injury, so he knew that
they were here...
"Kane... Mark..." Paul took in a
deep breath for drama, letting the suspense cut into the audience.
"I demand that you two come down here, I got some very important news,
that will prove to be very interesting to you two..."
Still nothing. Paul was becoming
aggravated, where the hell were they? Paul waited a few seconds more, but
he still got nothing from neither Mark or Kane, it wasn't like Mark and
Kane to miss out on a chance to confront him, they were usually out here
in less then a second. The sweat droplets were dripping down his face,
Paul wiped them away quickly trying to make sure he showed no weaknesses,
but the truth was he was scared out of his mind, he was about to make not
only Kane but Mark VERY upset, and it was liable if he wasn't fast enough,
he would be in a whole lot of pain, but there was no way he was going to
back down, if it was the last thing Paul Bearer did, he was going to destroy
Kane and Mark and their bond.
Paul looked up, he raised the microphone
once more. "Do you boys not hear me? Get the hell out here! Unless you're
scared..." Paul stopped, his eyes froze in place.
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin'
rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin'
rollin'
Yeah
Paul felt his heartbeat slowing down,
his eyes were still frozen in place and more sweat droplets were dripping
down his face, as Mark's theme music played; Mark walked just outside the
titatron, not going into the ring, he just stood there for a few second
and then Paul felt more fear enter his body as the whole arena seemed to
be on fire, indicating Kane's pyro; Kane came walking out and stopped where
Mark was and they stood tall, with smirks on their faces, both of them
had chains resting around their necks. The fire stopped and so did the
music and the arena went back to it's usual lighting; Mark glared at Paul,
a intense, fiery look in his eyes, Mark lowered his head and brought it
back up, his long red hair wiping back, Mark brought the black microphone
to his lips.
"I'm sorry Paul, see it's pretty
loud back there, but did you just say that me and Kane were scared?" Mark
raised his eyebrow up in questioning, the cocky grin/glare still on his
face. "Because I know that you are NOT that stupid, as to call me and Kane
scared, unless you got a death wish. Me and Kane aren't scared of shit,
you got that? We ARE the brothers of destruction, and right now you are
a ..."
Mark stopped talking and raised his
hand and an echo could be heard throughout the arena:
Dead Man Walking...
Mark grinned and handed the microphone
to Kane, Kane nodded and raised the microphone to his mask. "Me and my
brother are NOT scared of anything... and we can prove that!" Mark nodded
and waited for Paul to respond.
Paul stood in the ring, still for
a second, that echo was still ringing in his ears, he shook his head, remembering
that Kane and Mark were like dogs, they could sense fear, they pick up
on that scent and they would use it to their advantage, and he could NOT
let that happen.
"Well before you boys do anything
hasty I think you should hear me out, you might find what I have to say
very interesting..." Paul stopped and smirked, getting his edge back.
Mark and Kane looked at each for
a second and then turned back to Paul, Mark grabbed the microphone from
Kane and laughed into it, Mark's laughter sent chills up Paul's spine.
"Oh really? Well do tell... the suspense is killing us." Mark grinned,
he leaned over and whispered something to Kane which Kane nodded to. "Well?"
Mark asked Paul, a cocky tone in his usual deep voice.
Paul started pacing the ring, stalling
what he had to say for as long as he could, adding to the drama, he wanted
to make this hurt, he wanted the truth to cut into Kane and Mark, and once
the wound was opened, he wanted to pour salt on it, and watch Kane and
Mark wither in pain. "Well as we all know, you and Kane are half brothers."
Mark rolled his eyes, and laughed,
he raised the microphone again. "Yeah, we already knew that..."
Paul turned to Mark and Kane, he
raised his hand up, still smiling. "Well I got a little secret that you
two boys don't know..." Paul stopped, he leaned over the ropes and laughed
sourly, his face scrunched up.
Kane turned to Mark, as if to ask
what Paul was talking about, Mark turned to Kane and shrugged, he didn't
know and that was actually the truth, he didn't even know why Paul was
here; Kane and Mark turned away from each other and stared at Paul, Mark
spoke into the microphone again. "And that would be?"
Paul stared into the dark eyes of
Mark, trying to intimidate Mark, but the look in Mark's eyes were unreadable,
Mark raked his fingers through his wet hair, as he awaited an answer; Paul
then advanced his gaze over to Kane, he stared at his 'son', Kane eyes
were not as cold as they used to be but they definitely had a dangerous
edge to it; Paul smiled. "That would be that you two are NOT half-brothers..."
Mark's eyes widened, he turned to
Kane who had a confused look in them, Mark then turned back around and
stared at Paul, who had a cocky look in his eyes. "What the hell are you
talking about? Of course me and Kane are half brothers!" Mark's voice thundered
throughout the whole crowd.
Paul shook his head teasingly. "Nope
Mark, you and Kane are NOT half-brothers." Paul stopped and laughed.
Mark looked at Kane warily, and then
he shook his head, finally laughing. "It's a trap, he's trying to trick
us."
Paul shook his head again, he raised
the microphone slowly. "No Mark I am not lying, you and Kane are not half
brothers. I am not Kane's real father, you and Kane are full brothers."
Mark gripped onto the microphone
tightly, his knuckles were turning white, his eyes had a very faraway look
in them but the shock was still in there, Mark raised the microphone to
respond but couldn't find the words.
Him and Kane were full brothers?
100% blood brothers? Same mom and same dad? No this couldn't be, Paul was
Kane's dad, it had been declared, it had been a huge spectacle, it had
torn him and Kane apart, but Paul was Kane's dad!
Mark shook his head, he looked down
at the microphone for a long time, he cleared his throat and began to speak.
"You're lying..." Mark wanted to say more, but couldn't find the words.
Paul shook his head slowly, loving
the look on Mark's face. "No. Kevin was Kane's dad as well, when your father
died in that fire, I lied and said I was Kane's father so I could have
Kane under my control, but no Kane was never my son. All these years, all
the years in the basement, all the torment, has been happening to your
full brother!"
Mark growled, the growl rumbled under
his breath, his eyes now held a dangerous look in them, a deadly look,
he dropped the microphone to the ground but had not moved yet, he just
stood at the top of the titatron next to Kane. Mark lowered his eyes, but
then he raised his hand and grabbed the chain, he looked up and glared
at Paul, who was now cowering back in the ring in fear, looking for a weapon.
Mark wrapped the chain around his left hand and ran down the titatron,
and slid into the ring. Paul fell over and was struggling to get up, he
let out a high pitched scream when he was picked up by Mark. Mark dropped
Paul to the mat floor, as Paul was trying to run out of the ring Mark raised
the chain and let it whip across Paul's back; The pain had shot through
his back immediately once the metal chain cut through his shirt and then
slice his back, Paul screamed out in agony, he went to get up but the chain
was brought back down on his back. His back was throbbing with pain, and
the scent of blood was overwhelming, he could feel the blood trickle down
from the cuts the chains had made, Mark dropped the chain and picked up
Paul, who had a begging look in his eyes.
"Stop! Please! No more!" Paul's voice
sounded so pathetic, Mark's anger was getting to him, he raised Paul's
body up above his head, he pulled at his pants using them as leverage and
then he threw Paul into the mat, grinding his body into that mat floor,
performing his finishing move "The Last Ride".
The crowd start cheering loudly,
louder then Mark thought it was possible, he swore he could feel the ground
underneath his feet vibrating, but right now it didn't matter, what mattered
was taking his anger out on Paul. Mark looked up and saw Kane slide into
the ring, they both nodded at each other, they both grabbed Paul by the
throat and performed the double chokeslam on Paul, once Paul got back up
Kane did the big boot on him and then Mark grabbed Paul from the behind
and did a german suplex. Paul crumpled onto the mat floor, his eyes shut
tightly, blood rolling down his face and back; Mark and Kane turned to
each other.
The silence was becoming deafening...
Mark needed for someone to say something, but he knew he wasn't going to
get that from Kane, Kane now had *that* look in his eyes. The look he always
gets right before he goes into his unusual silence period, sometimes it
wouldn't be that long, sometimes it only lasted for an hour or so... but
god sometimes... Kane wouldn't talk for days, that was when Mark got really
freaked out. Kane wouldn't eat, sleep or do anything in those times, he
would just sit down in a chair, or lay down on his bed, and crawl into
a corner and just stare at anything, Mark could never reach Kane when he
was in one of those moods. He would try to get Kane to eat something but
Kane would just continue to stare, it would really get to Mark, it wasn't
healthy for Kane to do that, not healthy at all.
"Let's go..." Mark climbed out of
the ring, he proceeded to go up the titatron but he stopped when he didn't
feel Kane walking behind him, Mark turned around and saw Kane standing
in the middle of the ring, his eyes glazed over, not moving.
"Shit Kane!" Mark climbed back in
the ring, and grabbed Kane by the arm, dragging him out of the ring, he
sighed when Kane started to walk up the titatron on his own; Once they
got backstage, Mark turned to Kane.
"You're not doing that thing you
do right now are you? I need you to be stable here Kane..." Marcus waved
his hand in front of Kane's face and sighed, he led them into their locker-room
and shut the door, he pushed Kane down to the couch and began pacing.
NO this was not happening! First
the news Paul gave him and now Kane going off into his own land for god
knows how long, he had to be the strong one...
"Kane? Are you with me over here?"
Mark asked with his back turned to Kane, after a few seconds of silence,
Mark turned around to find Kane asleep on the couch. Mark walked over to
him and put a blanket on him.
"Full brothers huh? We'll have to
see about that tomorrow."
