Monster - By Snake Falcon
NOTE: I do not own any of the characters used in this fanfic. They are all the property of WWFE.
Warning: This story contains scenes of violence and foul language. People offended by this kind of thing can click the back button on their browser now. This is my first fanfic so please be honest and let me know if it's good thus far.
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Prologue
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He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes glaring, hating. His breathing continuously got heavier. With every moment, with every memory, every betrayal, every drop of blood, every loss, every gain, every love..nothing had changed. He was still on his spot on the food chain. He was still himself. He was still 'the Undertaker's brother'. The Big Red Machine. The Monster...Kane.
Yet it wasn't what he wanted to be called at all. Yes he and his brother had fought each other for years. Yes, even though they were tag-teaming now and had settled their differences, they would fight each other in the future. Yes they had both held the tag titles together for a time. But he was still the Undertaker's brother. And he was that...but he needed to become more.
Fighting his brother wouldn't do it. He had talked to Mark about it the night before, and they talked long and hard. After a few hours of argument and a short fistfight, Mark agreed that Kane would have to what he had to do. They shook hands and wished each other well. A few minutes earlier on Smackdown, they announced that the brothers of destruction would go seperate paths. Once again, Kane would be going solo. Undertaker would go solo for a while as well.
It wasn't the fact that he would be alone again that bothered him. It wasn't the fact that he was going to have to put himself through hell to get where he wanted to go. No. It was the fact that he would be proving that he truly was the monster people percieved him to be.He smirked a bit as he put his mask on. Hell...he'd been there. Now he would have to introduce certain cowards in the locker room to it.
"Kane...you're up in 5." Yelled a man from outside of the locker room. It was time. Kane nodded and turned towards the door. He looked around the locker room at the others. Edge and Christian were doing their usual routine, spending more time cracking jokes about their opponents than making gameplans about their match. Raven was sitting in the corner, brooding to himself. Grand Master Sexay was trying to convince Blackman to do the robot during a dance sequence after their match. Blackman, as usual, wasn't intrested. Bradshaw and Farooq were talking to Kaientai about protection. The usual locker room bullshit.
And there was Mark, the Undertaker, his brother. He knew that Kane was going to do what he felt he had to do, and he knew Kane could possibly suffer because of what he was planning. Hell, he had done the same thing a few years ago with Foley. But, that was the way Kane was going to do his thing. The Undertaker walked towards Kane and looked him in the eye. Kane looked back, his eyes filled with a determination that reminded the Undertaker of himself years ago...that hunger to be the best. They did the only thing that made sence at the moment.
Undertaker and Kane shook hands with each other as the Undertaker looked Kane straight in the eyes. "Knock 'em dead bro."
Kane nodded to him and smirked. "Yeah."
He then walked towards the exit of the locker room, not looking back.
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Chapter 1
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Kane could hear Angle's theme begin as he stood behind the curtan, watching as the olympic pretty boy began to walk towards the ring to a chorus of boo's. Kane snickered as he thought about Kurt. Angle was an olympic gold medalist. A great athlete, and a good wrestler. However, he was a man who Kane considered to be the biggest whiner in the history of professional wrestling. He shook his head as the music stopped. Angle would do his usual. Insult the town, talk about his opponent, and in Kane's case make some burn jokes. Kane chuckled to himself, a very dark chuckle that made the pyro-engineer nervous. Well it should, for today is going to be the worst day of Angle's life.
Kane looked to the man in charge of the pyro and explosions. He spoke to him. "You know what to do. Do not fail." That was all he had to say.
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In the ring, Kurt Angle picked up a mike from Lillian, and smiled to himself. Kurt always loved these little promo's. He always enjoyed the taunts and heat that came from the peon's he insulted. He was above them. After all, he had worked so hard to become the olympic gold medallist that everyone see's today. Who were they to boo him? He had accomplished more than any of them had done in their entire lives. He was above all of these peon's. And as for Kane? Kurt smiled a bit as he raised the microphone to his lips. He would let the world know what he thought of Kane.
"So...here I am...again, in Florida. You know, the last time your olympic hero was here, I tried eating some of your 'famous'...and I use that term lightly, Florida cuisine. And I have go to tell you, it made me sick to my stomach. I mean, the food, for one thing, was burned...quite like my opponent tonight." He stopped talking for a few moments, hearing a hiss of boo's coming from the crowd. He smiled, and continued on. He thought the crack was funny, but everyone else thought it was lame.
"I mean, it made me so sick to my stomach, that I had to wrestle my match while experiencing sharp stomach pains. It was almost as bad, as hearing some of your music. I'm sorry, but while Florida may be a great place for old people to go to die..." And he smiled as he recieved even more heat from the crowd. "It is hardly the right place for your olympic hero to go." He looked around the crowd and smiled. "Oh it's true, it's true."
"Now, this brings me, to your olympic hero's opponent tonight...Kane." A few cheers came from the crowd at t he mention of his name.
"Now, I know that florida is full of 'burnt out' people, way past their prime. But hey, Kane was champion what...a year ago? And for how long? one day. I mean come on, can you say one hit wonder? I mean, he's the Vanilla Ice of professional wrestling. ONE championship please? I mean..."
And Angle was cut off by the sound of Kane's pyro. Kane walked towards the ring, he had more than he could stomach of Angle's bullshit. His walk was quicker than usual, as he smiled in anticipation under the mask. Angle himself was standing in the ring, waiting for Kane. Kane could see the sweat coming off Kurt, he could see the fear...and he liked it. Kane entered the ring and Kurt Angle continued to use those pathetic right hands of his in an attempt to punch him. As far as Kane was concerned, Bradshaw through the meanest right in the entire federation. It actually hurt. Angle's punches merely stung him.
After taking a few of Angle's punches, Kane gave Angle a powerful uppercut that knocked Kurt Angle backwards towards the ropes. Kane walked towards him and kicked him in the gut. Angle backed up a bit and then tried to tackle Kane desperatly, but Kane responded by preforming a particular snap suplex he learned from Tazz. Kane could see Tazz in the corner of his eye, commenting from the announce table, and he knew Tazz liked what he saw. He smiled and stood as Kurt tried to recover from the suplex. Kane responded with a powerful right hand, which Angle suprisingly blocked. Angle tried to use a cheap shot at Kane's throat, and that sent Kane staggering backwards, his throat in a bit of pain. 'Well he finally managed to hurt me. Good boy.' Kane thought as he backed off, acting like he was in pain. Kurt then clotheslined Kane and he flipped backwards over the ropes.
Kane smiled under the mask as he pretended to be in pain. Kurt Angle did his 'whoo' thing as he jumped in celebreation. As if he just won the fucking olympics or something. Kane walked towards the announce table and leaned on it as if he was in pain. Angle walked out of the ring and towards Kane. Kane just smiled as Angle reached for a chair and attempted to hit him over the back with it. Kane just let it hit him and then turned around, acting as if it didn't effect him. The look on Angle's face was priceless. Kane chokeslammed him onto the mat. He watched as Kurt Angle twitched cried out in pain.
Kane felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned around to see referee Earl Hebner trying to tell him to get back in the ring. Kane just looked at him and spoke. "Leave." That was enough. Earl Hebner's face turned white and he stepped back. Kane then looked to the entrance, waiting for Edge and Christian to do their usual run in. He saw them approaching him as they appeared by the titantron, ready to run towards him. Oblivious to the little suprise he had waiting for them.
Suddenly, the Kane pyro's went off all around Edge and Christian, causing them to fall to the ground and roll around in pain. The noise from the pyro hurt Edge and Christian far more than a chokeslam would. Maybe they could still hear after this, but Kane didn't care. It was his revenge for all the double teams they did on him. Kane's little 'arrangement' with the pyro technician worked well. His firework pyro by the titantron was a very good entrance, but here it proved to be a very useful weapon.
He looked down towards Kurt Angle as he started to get up. He kicked him down again. Then he looked towards Tazz and Cole as they sat at the anounce table. He spoke to them. "Move." Tazz sat back, a huge smile on his face. He knew what was coming. Cole stepped back, scared shitless. Kane smiled to him. 'You should be'. He thought.
He turned back towards Angle and kicked him a few times for good measure. He could just imagine good old JR speaking. 'oh my god, what is he gonna do next?' Kane smirked, and then picked up the ring bell. He lifted it high over his head, and then it Angle in the head with it, causing him to bleed. He hit him once more, causing him to bleed more. The 'ding' sound made caused Kane to chuckle. He then threw the bell onto the ground. Then he picked up two chairs and set them on the table. Then he grabbed Kurt by the throat and lifted him high above his head. Kane chokeslammed Kurt down onto the ground again. Something was missing.
Kane looked towards the side of the ring, seeing the ringsteps. Yes...this was it. He walked towards them and picked them up. He walked towards Angle, and then set the steps down onto the mat. He picked Angle up by the throat, and then climbed up the steps. Kane looked around at the audience, some of the more sadistic fans yelling at him. 'Do it Kane' 'nail the crybaby' 'put him through the fucking table'. Kane was more than willing to oblige. He lifted Angle high above his head in a military press slam, and he held him for what seemed like forever...and then he threw Kurt Angle's body onto it, through the two chairs and through the table. The chairs bent and twisted, the table fell to pieces.
Kurt Angle squealed like a pig and twitched. He was almost unconscious. He had landed on the monitor's what were on the table, seperating his shoulder. Cole began to say something about stopping the damn match. 'Not yet' thought Kane. He picked the olympian up and threw him back into the ring. He slowly entered the ring, Hebner not interfering.
"Please Kane...don't hurt me. I'm sorry for all of the burn jokes. I'll do anything you want...anything. Please..." cried Angle, tears mixing with his own blood which streamed down his face. Kurt Angle was desperate. he had never been in this kind of pain before...and he was scared of Kane...more scared than he had ever been in his life.
He looked down at Kurt Angle, watching him cry for mercy. He watched him bleed, he watched him beg while he struggled to get up. Kane kicked him down onto the ground. Kane ignored his plea's for mercy. Instead, Kane went down on one knee and preformed Angle's own ankle lock onto him, watching him scream in pain. He could see referee's running towards the ring out of the corner of his eye. He smiled under the mask and looked to Angle, yelling. "What goes around comes around." He then snapped the ankle like a twig, just like Kurt Angle had snapped Scotty Too Hotty's ankle.
Kurt Angle screamed louder than anyone Kane had seen scream before. Kane then stood and walked away as the referee's ran towards Angle. Medics would come down to the ring to check on him. Kane exited the ring and stood on the mat, not looking back towards Angle. he didn't look back over the damage he caused. And he didn't care.
Lifting his arms into the air, he then threw them down, causing the 4 ringposts of the ring to light up in a blaze of fire.
Afterwards, Kane then walked towards the locker room, hearing mixed reaction from fans. He looked at the WWf staff as they watched him walk by. They did not try to stop him. They did not ask him why. They simply got out of his way. He saw Edge and Christian recieving medical attention for their ears. In a month they would probably be as good as new, and come back to competing in the federation. But they would be scared...and they would never look at the pyrothetics the same way again.
As Kane entered the locker room, he saw the looks from the people there. Matt and Jeff Hardy didn't speak a word. They were too scared to talk. The Acolytes looked at him, wondering what had caused him to snap Kurt's ankle. They were used to beating people down, but what Kane had done was sadistic. Raven smiled to Kane, admiring his handiwork.
Kane looked towards Grandmaster Sexay...and all he could do was nod. Sexay had not expected Kane to care about Scotty suffering a smiliar fate at the hands of Angle. But Sexay nodded to Kane.
Kane began to pack his things and head towards the next taping. The other guys in the locker room kept their distance. He prepared everything, and packed his bag. Next week he would explain his actions to the fans, most of which who probably approved of what he did.
"You're gonna get in deep shit for this you know." Said Undertaker, standing behind Kane. Undertaker wanted to help Kane out with what was going to happen after this, but Kane wanted to do this all on his own. It was the only way he saw necessary. All Kane could do in responce was nod.
"KANE!!!" Yelled a voice in the hallway. He turned around to see Commissioner Mick Foley, who got recently re-enstated a few months back. Foly was furious, and Kane knew why. Foley walked right up into his face, and looked up towards Kane's eyes. "Kane, why did you break his ankle? What the hell happened out there Kane? What's going on?"
Kane looked down at Foley, thinking about the proper responce. Kane had respected Foley, and had even tag teamed with him on a few occassions. Kane respected the job he preformed as commissioner. Foley was a sadist...at least Cactus and Mankind were.
"Well?" Asked Foley, watching Kane.
Kane looked him directly in the eyes and spoke very quietly. "Because I felt like it." He then walked out of the locker room, closing the door behind him. He would drive up to the next town to wrestle his next opponent. He believed it was going to be Jericho. Kane would go easy on him, go for a simple defeat.
As he walked towards the exit, he noticed the roster list, as well as the list of people who had the titles. He looked at the top of the list, smiling to himself under the mask.
"WWF Champion." He said to himself, laughing as he looked at the name beside it. Austin. Kane beat him for the world title before, and Kane was going to do it again. Only this time, the reign wouldn't last a day only.
He walked out into the parking lot, entering the car that would take him to the airport where he would fly with the rest of the superstars.
This was only the beginning.
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(So what did you think? Please R&R and remember this is my first fanfic.)
NOTE: I do not own any of the characters used in this fanfic. They are all the property of WWFE.
Warning: This story contains scenes of violence and foul language. People offended by this kind of thing can click the back button on their browser now. This is my first fanfic so please be honest and let me know if it's good thus far.
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Prologue
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He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes glaring, hating. His breathing continuously got heavier. With every moment, with every memory, every betrayal, every drop of blood, every loss, every gain, every love..nothing had changed. He was still on his spot on the food chain. He was still himself. He was still 'the Undertaker's brother'. The Big Red Machine. The Monster...Kane.
Yet it wasn't what he wanted to be called at all. Yes he and his brother had fought each other for years. Yes, even though they were tag-teaming now and had settled their differences, they would fight each other in the future. Yes they had both held the tag titles together for a time. But he was still the Undertaker's brother. And he was that...but he needed to become more.
Fighting his brother wouldn't do it. He had talked to Mark about it the night before, and they talked long and hard. After a few hours of argument and a short fistfight, Mark agreed that Kane would have to what he had to do. They shook hands and wished each other well. A few minutes earlier on Smackdown, they announced that the brothers of destruction would go seperate paths. Once again, Kane would be going solo. Undertaker would go solo for a while as well.
It wasn't the fact that he would be alone again that bothered him. It wasn't the fact that he was going to have to put himself through hell to get where he wanted to go. No. It was the fact that he would be proving that he truly was the monster people percieved him to be.He smirked a bit as he put his mask on. Hell...he'd been there. Now he would have to introduce certain cowards in the locker room to it.
"Kane...you're up in 5." Yelled a man from outside of the locker room. It was time. Kane nodded and turned towards the door. He looked around the locker room at the others. Edge and Christian were doing their usual routine, spending more time cracking jokes about their opponents than making gameplans about their match. Raven was sitting in the corner, brooding to himself. Grand Master Sexay was trying to convince Blackman to do the robot during a dance sequence after their match. Blackman, as usual, wasn't intrested. Bradshaw and Farooq were talking to Kaientai about protection. The usual locker room bullshit.
And there was Mark, the Undertaker, his brother. He knew that Kane was going to do what he felt he had to do, and he knew Kane could possibly suffer because of what he was planning. Hell, he had done the same thing a few years ago with Foley. But, that was the way Kane was going to do his thing. The Undertaker walked towards Kane and looked him in the eye. Kane looked back, his eyes filled with a determination that reminded the Undertaker of himself years ago...that hunger to be the best. They did the only thing that made sence at the moment.
Undertaker and Kane shook hands with each other as the Undertaker looked Kane straight in the eyes. "Knock 'em dead bro."
Kane nodded to him and smirked. "Yeah."
He then walked towards the exit of the locker room, not looking back.
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Chapter 1
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Kane could hear Angle's theme begin as he stood behind the curtan, watching as the olympic pretty boy began to walk towards the ring to a chorus of boo's. Kane snickered as he thought about Kurt. Angle was an olympic gold medalist. A great athlete, and a good wrestler. However, he was a man who Kane considered to be the biggest whiner in the history of professional wrestling. He shook his head as the music stopped. Angle would do his usual. Insult the town, talk about his opponent, and in Kane's case make some burn jokes. Kane chuckled to himself, a very dark chuckle that made the pyro-engineer nervous. Well it should, for today is going to be the worst day of Angle's life.
Kane looked to the man in charge of the pyro and explosions. He spoke to him. "You know what to do. Do not fail." That was all he had to say.
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In the ring, Kurt Angle picked up a mike from Lillian, and smiled to himself. Kurt always loved these little promo's. He always enjoyed the taunts and heat that came from the peon's he insulted. He was above them. After all, he had worked so hard to become the olympic gold medallist that everyone see's today. Who were they to boo him? He had accomplished more than any of them had done in their entire lives. He was above all of these peon's. And as for Kane? Kurt smiled a bit as he raised the microphone to his lips. He would let the world know what he thought of Kane.
"So...here I am...again, in Florida. You know, the last time your olympic hero was here, I tried eating some of your 'famous'...and I use that term lightly, Florida cuisine. And I have go to tell you, it made me sick to my stomach. I mean, the food, for one thing, was burned...quite like my opponent tonight." He stopped talking for a few moments, hearing a hiss of boo's coming from the crowd. He smiled, and continued on. He thought the crack was funny, but everyone else thought it was lame.
"I mean, it made me so sick to my stomach, that I had to wrestle my match while experiencing sharp stomach pains. It was almost as bad, as hearing some of your music. I'm sorry, but while Florida may be a great place for old people to go to die..." And he smiled as he recieved even more heat from the crowd. "It is hardly the right place for your olympic hero to go." He looked around the crowd and smiled. "Oh it's true, it's true."
"Now, this brings me, to your olympic hero's opponent tonight...Kane." A few cheers came from the crowd at t he mention of his name.
"Now, I know that florida is full of 'burnt out' people, way past their prime. But hey, Kane was champion what...a year ago? And for how long? one day. I mean come on, can you say one hit wonder? I mean, he's the Vanilla Ice of professional wrestling. ONE championship please? I mean..."
And Angle was cut off by the sound of Kane's pyro. Kane walked towards the ring, he had more than he could stomach of Angle's bullshit. His walk was quicker than usual, as he smiled in anticipation under the mask. Angle himself was standing in the ring, waiting for Kane. Kane could see the sweat coming off Kurt, he could see the fear...and he liked it. Kane entered the ring and Kurt Angle continued to use those pathetic right hands of his in an attempt to punch him. As far as Kane was concerned, Bradshaw through the meanest right in the entire federation. It actually hurt. Angle's punches merely stung him.
After taking a few of Angle's punches, Kane gave Angle a powerful uppercut that knocked Kurt Angle backwards towards the ropes. Kane walked towards him and kicked him in the gut. Angle backed up a bit and then tried to tackle Kane desperatly, but Kane responded by preforming a particular snap suplex he learned from Tazz. Kane could see Tazz in the corner of his eye, commenting from the announce table, and he knew Tazz liked what he saw. He smiled and stood as Kurt tried to recover from the suplex. Kane responded with a powerful right hand, which Angle suprisingly blocked. Angle tried to use a cheap shot at Kane's throat, and that sent Kane staggering backwards, his throat in a bit of pain. 'Well he finally managed to hurt me. Good boy.' Kane thought as he backed off, acting like he was in pain. Kurt then clotheslined Kane and he flipped backwards over the ropes.
Kane smiled under the mask as he pretended to be in pain. Kurt Angle did his 'whoo' thing as he jumped in celebreation. As if he just won the fucking olympics or something. Kane walked towards the announce table and leaned on it as if he was in pain. Angle walked out of the ring and towards Kane. Kane just smiled as Angle reached for a chair and attempted to hit him over the back with it. Kane just let it hit him and then turned around, acting as if it didn't effect him. The look on Angle's face was priceless. Kane chokeslammed him onto the mat. He watched as Kurt Angle twitched cried out in pain.
Kane felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned around to see referee Earl Hebner trying to tell him to get back in the ring. Kane just looked at him and spoke. "Leave." That was enough. Earl Hebner's face turned white and he stepped back. Kane then looked to the entrance, waiting for Edge and Christian to do their usual run in. He saw them approaching him as they appeared by the titantron, ready to run towards him. Oblivious to the little suprise he had waiting for them.
Suddenly, the Kane pyro's went off all around Edge and Christian, causing them to fall to the ground and roll around in pain. The noise from the pyro hurt Edge and Christian far more than a chokeslam would. Maybe they could still hear after this, but Kane didn't care. It was his revenge for all the double teams they did on him. Kane's little 'arrangement' with the pyro technician worked well. His firework pyro by the titantron was a very good entrance, but here it proved to be a very useful weapon.
He looked down towards Kurt Angle as he started to get up. He kicked him down again. Then he looked towards Tazz and Cole as they sat at the anounce table. He spoke to them. "Move." Tazz sat back, a huge smile on his face. He knew what was coming. Cole stepped back, scared shitless. Kane smiled to him. 'You should be'. He thought.
He turned back towards Angle and kicked him a few times for good measure. He could just imagine good old JR speaking. 'oh my god, what is he gonna do next?' Kane smirked, and then picked up the ring bell. He lifted it high over his head, and then it Angle in the head with it, causing him to bleed. He hit him once more, causing him to bleed more. The 'ding' sound made caused Kane to chuckle. He then threw the bell onto the ground. Then he picked up two chairs and set them on the table. Then he grabbed Kurt by the throat and lifted him high above his head. Kane chokeslammed Kurt down onto the ground again. Something was missing.
Kane looked towards the side of the ring, seeing the ringsteps. Yes...this was it. He walked towards them and picked them up. He walked towards Angle, and then set the steps down onto the mat. He picked Angle up by the throat, and then climbed up the steps. Kane looked around at the audience, some of the more sadistic fans yelling at him. 'Do it Kane' 'nail the crybaby' 'put him through the fucking table'. Kane was more than willing to oblige. He lifted Angle high above his head in a military press slam, and he held him for what seemed like forever...and then he threw Kurt Angle's body onto it, through the two chairs and through the table. The chairs bent and twisted, the table fell to pieces.
Kurt Angle squealed like a pig and twitched. He was almost unconscious. He had landed on the monitor's what were on the table, seperating his shoulder. Cole began to say something about stopping the damn match. 'Not yet' thought Kane. He picked the olympian up and threw him back into the ring. He slowly entered the ring, Hebner not interfering.
"Please Kane...don't hurt me. I'm sorry for all of the burn jokes. I'll do anything you want...anything. Please..." cried Angle, tears mixing with his own blood which streamed down his face. Kurt Angle was desperate. he had never been in this kind of pain before...and he was scared of Kane...more scared than he had ever been in his life.
He looked down at Kurt Angle, watching him cry for mercy. He watched him bleed, he watched him beg while he struggled to get up. Kane kicked him down onto the ground. Kane ignored his plea's for mercy. Instead, Kane went down on one knee and preformed Angle's own ankle lock onto him, watching him scream in pain. He could see referee's running towards the ring out of the corner of his eye. He smiled under the mask and looked to Angle, yelling. "What goes around comes around." He then snapped the ankle like a twig, just like Kurt Angle had snapped Scotty Too Hotty's ankle.
Kurt Angle screamed louder than anyone Kane had seen scream before. Kane then stood and walked away as the referee's ran towards Angle. Medics would come down to the ring to check on him. Kane exited the ring and stood on the mat, not looking back towards Angle. he didn't look back over the damage he caused. And he didn't care.
Lifting his arms into the air, he then threw them down, causing the 4 ringposts of the ring to light up in a blaze of fire.
Afterwards, Kane then walked towards the locker room, hearing mixed reaction from fans. He looked at the WWf staff as they watched him walk by. They did not try to stop him. They did not ask him why. They simply got out of his way. He saw Edge and Christian recieving medical attention for their ears. In a month they would probably be as good as new, and come back to competing in the federation. But they would be scared...and they would never look at the pyrothetics the same way again.
As Kane entered the locker room, he saw the looks from the people there. Matt and Jeff Hardy didn't speak a word. They were too scared to talk. The Acolytes looked at him, wondering what had caused him to snap Kurt's ankle. They were used to beating people down, but what Kane had done was sadistic. Raven smiled to Kane, admiring his handiwork.
Kane looked towards Grandmaster Sexay...and all he could do was nod. Sexay had not expected Kane to care about Scotty suffering a smiliar fate at the hands of Angle. But Sexay nodded to Kane.
Kane began to pack his things and head towards the next taping. The other guys in the locker room kept their distance. He prepared everything, and packed his bag. Next week he would explain his actions to the fans, most of which who probably approved of what he did.
"You're gonna get in deep shit for this you know." Said Undertaker, standing behind Kane. Undertaker wanted to help Kane out with what was going to happen after this, but Kane wanted to do this all on his own. It was the only way he saw necessary. All Kane could do in responce was nod.
"KANE!!!" Yelled a voice in the hallway. He turned around to see Commissioner Mick Foley, who got recently re-enstated a few months back. Foly was furious, and Kane knew why. Foley walked right up into his face, and looked up towards Kane's eyes. "Kane, why did you break his ankle? What the hell happened out there Kane? What's going on?"
Kane looked down at Foley, thinking about the proper responce. Kane had respected Foley, and had even tag teamed with him on a few occassions. Kane respected the job he preformed as commissioner. Foley was a sadist...at least Cactus and Mankind were.
"Well?" Asked Foley, watching Kane.
Kane looked him directly in the eyes and spoke very quietly. "Because I felt like it." He then walked out of the locker room, closing the door behind him. He would drive up to the next town to wrestle his next opponent. He believed it was going to be Jericho. Kane would go easy on him, go for a simple defeat.
As he walked towards the exit, he noticed the roster list, as well as the list of people who had the titles. He looked at the top of the list, smiling to himself under the mask.
"WWF Champion." He said to himself, laughing as he looked at the name beside it. Austin. Kane beat him for the world title before, and Kane was going to do it again. Only this time, the reign wouldn't last a day only.
He walked out into the parking lot, entering the car that would take him to the airport where he would fly with the rest of the superstars.
This was only the beginning.
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(So what did you think? Please R&R and remember this is my first fanfic.)