Chapter 4 - Main Event
Austin and Triple H were in their locker room and looked at each other, both of them very angry that they had to face Kane and the Rock tonight.
Austin looked at Triple H and frowned. "We didn't hit him with enough chair shots. We should have crippled the son of a bitch."
Triple H looked to Austin. "Who? Kane or the Rock?" He was putting on his equipment. If he was at all intimidated by the duo of the Rock and Kane, he didn't look like it.
Austin looked up at him and growled. "Both. We can't let those sons of bitches humliate us before Summerslam? I have too much to lose tonight."
Triple H looked at Austin, his 'running buddy'. He had to admit, as an ally Austin was useful, but it kept Hunter from reaching his goal to be the World Wrestling Federation Champion. The disappearence of Vince McMahon since the return of Foley had delayed his plans, but Austin was but a pawn in this game, and Triple H was the master of the game. He looked at Austin, smiling as he thought about nailing Austin with a sledgehammer at Summerslam. Like always, he wouldn't expect it.
Hunter just smiled to Austin. "Don't worry, I have your back. Besides, I'm talked to X-Factor. And I'm sure they would love to get a bit of revenge for X-Pac."
Austin smirked a bit. X-Factor would take care of Kane.
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Justin Credible had just finished getting his gear on for their match tonight. He smirked to himself as he thought about the 300,000 he and Albert were getting paid for the night's activities. First they would beat the Hardy Boyz, and then they would make a run in tonight to get revenge for X-Pac. All too easy. That big red retard Kane was going to pay for what he did.
"Hey Albert...you ready?" Credible asked, looking around the empty X-Factor locker room as he exited the bathroom. However, there was no answer.
"Hey big bad and bald, come on man, we got a match! Lets go!" He yelled, but Albert wasn't in the room. 'Where the fuck is the bald bastard?' he thought. He looked around the room some more, scratching his own head. "Albert?" He continued walking around and then shook his head. Well if Albert wasn't going to wrestle then he sure as hell wasn't.
Then he opened the closet door and screamed as he saw a mirror coming towards his face held by a figure wearing black gloves.
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Albert entered the X-Factor locker room looking for his partner. "Hey Justin? You ready?"
He looked down on the floor to see Credible on the ground, unconscious. His head had been split open badly, a large pool of blood surrounding his head.
'Fuck' Albert thought. He looked around the locker room for any sign of an intruder, and he heard a noise from the closet. 'Son of a bitch' he thought as he walked towards the closet.
He walked up towards it slowly, creeping as silently as he could. He reached slowly for the doornob, sweat pouring off the top of his head.
Quickly he opened the door and charged in there, only to be hit with a broom and come clothes. He walked out of the closet throwing the clothes off his body onto the ground.
"FUCKING GODAMNED MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT SHITHEAD!" Albert yelled, not noticing the door to the bathroom slowly open. A person slowly emerged with a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire. He smiled under his mask as he walked towards Albert.
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The Rock sat in his locker room staring into the mirror. It had been months since he was suspended. He bid his time, waiting for the right moment to go after Austin and Triple H. They had trouble with Undertaker and Kane for a long time, but had managed to keep their titles. Now it was the Rock's turn to take them out.
He looked into the mirror, keeping himself psyched up. That was when he heard the knock on the door. He walked towards the door, grabbing a baseball bat. Had Triple H and Austin decided to try to take him out before the match? He was prepared for the jabroni's. Then he opened the door only to see Kane.
The Rock raised an eyebrow as he saw the big red machine and then gestured for Kane to come in. Kane nodded back to him and walked in, and the Rock noticed blood on his mask. He raised an eyebrow and then grabbed a towel, handing it to Kane. Kane accepted it and began to whipe it off. The Rock kept waiting for an explaination until Kane looked at him. "It's not my blood."
The Rock smiled a bit and then began to speak. "Well Kane, the Rock would like to wish you luck in tonight's match. You here to talk strategy with the Rock?"
Kane shook his head. "No." He sat down in a chair and looked directly at the Rock. "I'm here to give you a message. Tonight, we are allies against Austin and Helmsley. That's all fine and good. But I realize you are here for a bit more than payback."
The Rock looked at him and crossed his arms, looking right into Kane's eyes. "And what exactly is the Rock looking for besides payback?"
Kane narrowed his eyes as he spoke. "The Championship. You want it back. But there is a big problem here. I want it as well."
The Rock nodded to him, he knew where Kane was getting at, but he didn't say anything. Kane looked to him. "So here is the deal, you don't get in my way, and I won't get in yours."
The Rock nodded. "And if you end up going against the Rock?"
"Then may the best man win." Kane said and then he stood up. He walked towards the exit, not looking back towards the Rock.
He closed the door and walked down the hallway, his mind focused on the match he was in tonight.
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The Undertaker stood by the locker room, leaning against the wall. He saw Kane approching and walked towards him. He nodded to his younger brother, smirking. "Heard you are a bit pissed at me."
Kane glared back at him, right in the eyes. "Go away." He growled as he continued to walk down the hall.
The Undertaker looked towards him and spoke. "I got some bad news for ya bro." Hearing that, Kane just stopped in his path, waiting for the Undertaker to speak. "Seems the Big Show just got a new manager."
Kane turned around and looked towards him, staring into his brothers eyes. The Undertaker looked as he did always, unintimidated, invincible. Kane didn't think anyone could really stop him if they wanted to. But Kane was just as good, if not better than his brother. He was hoping they would be able to settle the issue of who the best was soon. But his brother lately had been too helpful and interfering in Kane's business, as if Kane needed the help and protection. That, above everything, pissed Kane off. He was tired of living in his brother's shadow. However, the Undertaker was still his brother, and he would give him the benefit of the doubt...this time. "Who?" Was all Kane said in responce."
The Undertaker turned his head to the side and spit on the floor, his eyes narrowing. "Bearer. Paul Bearer." He looked to Kane, who was chuckling darkly.
"Bearer...good." Kane said under the mask as he walked away from the Undertaker. Undertaker just looked at his brother, shaking his head. "Don't do anything stupid bro!"
Kane smiled. He knew Bearer would raise his fat head in his business sooner or later. When either he or the Undertaker got sick of his company, he moved on and teamed up with their enemy. He was manipulative that way. But hey, at Summerslam he could settle both his issue with the Big Show, and his issue with Paul Bearer.
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Foley watched as both Justin Credible and Albert got taken away in a streacher by ambulence workers. He sighed, random acts of violence were occuring everywhere within the federation, but this was the first seriously violent incident he had seen backstage in a while.
It seemed Justin Credible was split open by a piece of glass in the mirror that was smashed over his head. Credible didn't even regain consciousness. Credible didn't even know what hit him. Albert had been split open with a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire, and then knocked out after several strikes from it. Then he was strangled with the barb wire. He shook his head. Albert had a lot of a large gashes in his head and in his neck. They would be out of action for the night.
But the most distrubing thing had been the phrase written in Albert's blood on the floor. 'Those who betray all must fall'. A lyric from the Black Sabbath song, Iron Man. A song that perfectly described Kane.
He had a good idea as to who it was, but he couldn't prove that Kane did it, as neither Albert or Credible really knew what hit him. All that Credible could say was that he was attacked by someone using black gloves.
Foley sighed. Kane was beginning to get out of control. First Angle, then X-Pac and Buchanan, and now this. All being taken out for a long time because of injury's caused by Kane. However, until he proved something, he couldn't suspend Kane just because he suspected him without evidence. No one had seen him enter the locker room.
He sighed as he saw the coach walk towards him, microphone in hand. Foley looked at the cameraman who had followed him. He sighed. Now the fans knew about it, Linda was going to have his head for this.
"Commissioner Foley, a moment of your time please?" Coach said and Foley nodded.
"Yeah sure, go ahead." Foley said.
"Well, I know a lot of people are wondering who the third person is going to be for Summerslam. Many are saying the Undertaker, others are saying Jericho, or someone else. Who is it going to be?"
Foley just smiled. "Well Coach, if I told you who was the secret third person for the three way at Summerslam, then it wouldn't be a secret would it? There is no way I'm going to tell you that."
Coach nodded. "And one more question, do you think it was Kane who attacked Credible and Albert? And what was the message written in Albert's blood?"
Foley looked into his eyes, and then turned around to see that it had been mopped up by police. He looked to the Coach and shook his head, his mood compleatly changed. "No comment."
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Kane walked towards the ring, not even waiting for his pyro to go off or to get his name announced. His eyes stared right towards the ring, never blinking, never taking his attention off the ring. He entered the ring and looked towards the lights, his arms going above his head, he put them down and fire exploded from all four corners.
He walked towards a corner and gestured for someone to give him a microphone. He was going to send out a message to anyone trying to do a run-in on any of his matches, when he saw Paul Bearer in the front row, waving to him as he sat beside the Big Show. They smiled to him and waved, both of them thinking of this as some kind of sick joke. Kane smiled underneith his mask. They had guts he had to tell them that. They were barred from interfering in this match, and that suited him fine. He would take out the Show at Summerslam.
He held the microphone and raised it towards his mouth. He pointed his index finger towards Bearer and the Big Show. "Bearer...you have a lot of guts, taking the spot of Big Show's manager. But you don't seem to have a lot of brains. I'll see you both at Summerslam. And Bearer, you were the one who apparently told me to rest in piece after we parted ways last time. Well this time, when we part ways, you and the Big Show will rest in pieces." The crowd cheered and the smile quickly disappeared from Paul Bearer's face. The Big Show just grinned, looking forward to facing Kane at Summerslam.
Kane turned away from them and then stood in the middle of the ring and looked towards the curtain. It was time to provoke the champion. He knew of one thing that would piss him off more than almost anything Kane could do...he would spit on his legacy. He looked towards the crowd as they cheered. This would seem unusual. "Now, if you want me to beat Stone Cold Steve Austin to a bloody pulp just like I did X-Pac and Bull Buchanan, give me a hell yeah!"
"HELL YEAH!!!!" Yelled the crowd in responce. He smirked as he put the microphone down.
"IF YOU SMELLLLLLL, WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN'!" could be heard on the speaker as the People's Champion came down towards the ring. Kane nodded to him as he walked towards the ring. He was still in good shape, Kane noticed. Now it was time to see if the Rock shook off the ring rust.
Austin and Triple H were next, and Austin kept a steady glare in the direction of Kane. How dare Kane spit on his reputation like that. He was the rattlesnake, and he wasn't going to take something like that from some big red retard like Kane.
They entered the ring and the two teams began to brawl, with the Rock immedietly attacking Austin, and Kane attacking the Game. Kane and Triple H pounded each other, each punch hitting the other hard and loudly. All through the exchange, the two never broke eye contact. Kane took Triple H's intercontinental title from him a while ago, and Triple H never forgot it, even when Kane dropped the title and gave it to Chris Jericho out of respect.
Punch after punch, neither one of them relented until Kane gave Triple H an uppercut that caused him to staggar towards the ropes. Kane then gave him a big boot to the face, causing the Game to fall backwards and out of the ring. Kane then walked towards his corner and watched the Rock and Austin fight it out.
Neither one of them would relent, but the Rock seemed to be getting the upperhand with those powerful right's of his. If he had any ring rust, he wasn't showing it. While they fought, Kane watched Triple H grab Austin's title belt and stand by the corner. Kane smirked and shook his head. He knew they wouldn't play fair.
After a few moments, Austin and the Rock had knocked each other onto the ground, and both began to go towards their respected corners. However, Triple H got tagged first, handed the belt to Austin while the referee looked towards the Rock, and then grabbed the Rock's leg just before he could tag Austin. Kane sneered at Hunter under his mask and watched as Hunter began to pound on the Rock.
Triple H smiled as he watched the Rock reel in pain from his attacks. The Rock had always been second best compared to him, and the Rock knew it. Austin had softened him up for the kill, and Triple H smiled as he kicked the Rock in the gut. He put the Rock's head under his legs and grabbed his arm's preparing for the pedigree when he turned towards Kane. Kane just stared into his eyes coldly, and Triple H found himself frozen for a few moments by the intensity of the man's stare. Triple H could almost see what Kane was planning to do to him, but Triple H just smiled back.
Those few moments gave the Rock just the time he needed to punch Triple H in the groin. Hunter had delayed for some reason, but the Rock didn't care. It bought him time. Hunter then got up and ran towards the Rock attempting to attack him with a jumping knee strike, but the Rock stepped aside just in time to avoid it, causing Triple H to hit the referee. The referee was knocked out cold, giving Austin the chance he needed. He tagged Triple H, then ran into the ring and nailed the Rock right in the head with the title belt, knocking him out.
In the meantime, Kane walked out of his corner and clotheslined Hunter out of the ring. He then turned towards Austin, who ran towards him with the title belt. Kane smirked and lifted his boot, knocking the belt right back into the head of Austin. Kane then pulled his glove onto his hand tighter, waiting for Austin to get up. As soon as he got up, he grabbed Austin by the throat and chokeslammed him onto the mat. He looked down, seeing that Austin was knocked out.
He turned around, seeing Triple H trying to get back into the ring. Kane smiled and grabbed the title belt from the ground. Triple H then thought twice about entering the ring and backed off. Kane then dropped the title and picked Austin up, then turned to stare towards Triple H as he prepared Austin for the tombstone. He smirked to Triple H. "Game over."
After that, he tombstoned Austin right onto the title belt, knocking him out. He grabbed the Rock and pulled his body over Austin. He grabbed the referee's arm and then counted for the ref. "One...two...three!!!" The bell rung and the victory went to Kane and the Rock. Kane smiled and then grabbed the title belt, walking towards a corner, and then climbed it.
He looked down towards Triple H, who stared right back at him. Austin rolled out of the ring once he regained consciousness and left the arena quickly with Triple H.
Kane watched them both walk away, then he looked towards the Big Show and Paul Bearer. He smirked and then held the title high above his head for everyone to see. His pyro's by the titantron went off and his theme began to play. People began to get the impression that Kane would be the next World Wrestling Champion. They chanted his name and all began to make a noise in the arena that almost literally shook it. Kane grinned.
But before he became Champion, he would first have to get through the Big Show and Paul Bearer to become Number One Contender. Easy enough.
Kane then threw the title to the ground and walked towards the titantron while the Rock got up and stood in the ring, staring at Kane and then the title belt. The Rock knew that he and Kane would run into each other soon enough for the belt, but for now, the Rock was glad to have Kane as an ally.
Austin and Triple H were in their locker room and looked at each other, both of them very angry that they had to face Kane and the Rock tonight.
Austin looked at Triple H and frowned. "We didn't hit him with enough chair shots. We should have crippled the son of a bitch."
Triple H looked to Austin. "Who? Kane or the Rock?" He was putting on his equipment. If he was at all intimidated by the duo of the Rock and Kane, he didn't look like it.
Austin looked up at him and growled. "Both. We can't let those sons of bitches humliate us before Summerslam? I have too much to lose tonight."
Triple H looked at Austin, his 'running buddy'. He had to admit, as an ally Austin was useful, but it kept Hunter from reaching his goal to be the World Wrestling Federation Champion. The disappearence of Vince McMahon since the return of Foley had delayed his plans, but Austin was but a pawn in this game, and Triple H was the master of the game. He looked at Austin, smiling as he thought about nailing Austin with a sledgehammer at Summerslam. Like always, he wouldn't expect it.
Hunter just smiled to Austin. "Don't worry, I have your back. Besides, I'm talked to X-Factor. And I'm sure they would love to get a bit of revenge for X-Pac."
Austin smirked a bit. X-Factor would take care of Kane.
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Justin Credible had just finished getting his gear on for their match tonight. He smirked to himself as he thought about the 300,000 he and Albert were getting paid for the night's activities. First they would beat the Hardy Boyz, and then they would make a run in tonight to get revenge for X-Pac. All too easy. That big red retard Kane was going to pay for what he did.
"Hey Albert...you ready?" Credible asked, looking around the empty X-Factor locker room as he exited the bathroom. However, there was no answer.
"Hey big bad and bald, come on man, we got a match! Lets go!" He yelled, but Albert wasn't in the room. 'Where the fuck is the bald bastard?' he thought. He looked around the room some more, scratching his own head. "Albert?" He continued walking around and then shook his head. Well if Albert wasn't going to wrestle then he sure as hell wasn't.
Then he opened the closet door and screamed as he saw a mirror coming towards his face held by a figure wearing black gloves.
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Albert entered the X-Factor locker room looking for his partner. "Hey Justin? You ready?"
He looked down on the floor to see Credible on the ground, unconscious. His head had been split open badly, a large pool of blood surrounding his head.
'Fuck' Albert thought. He looked around the locker room for any sign of an intruder, and he heard a noise from the closet. 'Son of a bitch' he thought as he walked towards the closet.
He walked up towards it slowly, creeping as silently as he could. He reached slowly for the doornob, sweat pouring off the top of his head.
Quickly he opened the door and charged in there, only to be hit with a broom and come clothes. He walked out of the closet throwing the clothes off his body onto the ground.
"FUCKING GODAMNED MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT SHITHEAD!" Albert yelled, not noticing the door to the bathroom slowly open. A person slowly emerged with a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire. He smiled under his mask as he walked towards Albert.
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The Rock sat in his locker room staring into the mirror. It had been months since he was suspended. He bid his time, waiting for the right moment to go after Austin and Triple H. They had trouble with Undertaker and Kane for a long time, but had managed to keep their titles. Now it was the Rock's turn to take them out.
He looked into the mirror, keeping himself psyched up. That was when he heard the knock on the door. He walked towards the door, grabbing a baseball bat. Had Triple H and Austin decided to try to take him out before the match? He was prepared for the jabroni's. Then he opened the door only to see Kane.
The Rock raised an eyebrow as he saw the big red machine and then gestured for Kane to come in. Kane nodded back to him and walked in, and the Rock noticed blood on his mask. He raised an eyebrow and then grabbed a towel, handing it to Kane. Kane accepted it and began to whipe it off. The Rock kept waiting for an explaination until Kane looked at him. "It's not my blood."
The Rock smiled a bit and then began to speak. "Well Kane, the Rock would like to wish you luck in tonight's match. You here to talk strategy with the Rock?"
Kane shook his head. "No." He sat down in a chair and looked directly at the Rock. "I'm here to give you a message. Tonight, we are allies against Austin and Helmsley. That's all fine and good. But I realize you are here for a bit more than payback."
The Rock looked at him and crossed his arms, looking right into Kane's eyes. "And what exactly is the Rock looking for besides payback?"
Kane narrowed his eyes as he spoke. "The Championship. You want it back. But there is a big problem here. I want it as well."
The Rock nodded to him, he knew where Kane was getting at, but he didn't say anything. Kane looked to him. "So here is the deal, you don't get in my way, and I won't get in yours."
The Rock nodded. "And if you end up going against the Rock?"
"Then may the best man win." Kane said and then he stood up. He walked towards the exit, not looking back towards the Rock.
He closed the door and walked down the hallway, his mind focused on the match he was in tonight.
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The Undertaker stood by the locker room, leaning against the wall. He saw Kane approching and walked towards him. He nodded to his younger brother, smirking. "Heard you are a bit pissed at me."
Kane glared back at him, right in the eyes. "Go away." He growled as he continued to walk down the hall.
The Undertaker looked towards him and spoke. "I got some bad news for ya bro." Hearing that, Kane just stopped in his path, waiting for the Undertaker to speak. "Seems the Big Show just got a new manager."
Kane turned around and looked towards him, staring into his brothers eyes. The Undertaker looked as he did always, unintimidated, invincible. Kane didn't think anyone could really stop him if they wanted to. But Kane was just as good, if not better than his brother. He was hoping they would be able to settle the issue of who the best was soon. But his brother lately had been too helpful and interfering in Kane's business, as if Kane needed the help and protection. That, above everything, pissed Kane off. He was tired of living in his brother's shadow. However, the Undertaker was still his brother, and he would give him the benefit of the doubt...this time. "Who?" Was all Kane said in responce."
The Undertaker turned his head to the side and spit on the floor, his eyes narrowing. "Bearer. Paul Bearer." He looked to Kane, who was chuckling darkly.
"Bearer...good." Kane said under the mask as he walked away from the Undertaker. Undertaker just looked at his brother, shaking his head. "Don't do anything stupid bro!"
Kane smiled. He knew Bearer would raise his fat head in his business sooner or later. When either he or the Undertaker got sick of his company, he moved on and teamed up with their enemy. He was manipulative that way. But hey, at Summerslam he could settle both his issue with the Big Show, and his issue with Paul Bearer.
*****
Foley watched as both Justin Credible and Albert got taken away in a streacher by ambulence workers. He sighed, random acts of violence were occuring everywhere within the federation, but this was the first seriously violent incident he had seen backstage in a while.
It seemed Justin Credible was split open by a piece of glass in the mirror that was smashed over his head. Credible didn't even regain consciousness. Credible didn't even know what hit him. Albert had been split open with a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire, and then knocked out after several strikes from it. Then he was strangled with the barb wire. He shook his head. Albert had a lot of a large gashes in his head and in his neck. They would be out of action for the night.
But the most distrubing thing had been the phrase written in Albert's blood on the floor. 'Those who betray all must fall'. A lyric from the Black Sabbath song, Iron Man. A song that perfectly described Kane.
He had a good idea as to who it was, but he couldn't prove that Kane did it, as neither Albert or Credible really knew what hit him. All that Credible could say was that he was attacked by someone using black gloves.
Foley sighed. Kane was beginning to get out of control. First Angle, then X-Pac and Buchanan, and now this. All being taken out for a long time because of injury's caused by Kane. However, until he proved something, he couldn't suspend Kane just because he suspected him without evidence. No one had seen him enter the locker room.
He sighed as he saw the coach walk towards him, microphone in hand. Foley looked at the cameraman who had followed him. He sighed. Now the fans knew about it, Linda was going to have his head for this.
"Commissioner Foley, a moment of your time please?" Coach said and Foley nodded.
"Yeah sure, go ahead." Foley said.
"Well, I know a lot of people are wondering who the third person is going to be for Summerslam. Many are saying the Undertaker, others are saying Jericho, or someone else. Who is it going to be?"
Foley just smiled. "Well Coach, if I told you who was the secret third person for the three way at Summerslam, then it wouldn't be a secret would it? There is no way I'm going to tell you that."
Coach nodded. "And one more question, do you think it was Kane who attacked Credible and Albert? And what was the message written in Albert's blood?"
Foley looked into his eyes, and then turned around to see that it had been mopped up by police. He looked to the Coach and shook his head, his mood compleatly changed. "No comment."
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Kane walked towards the ring, not even waiting for his pyro to go off or to get his name announced. His eyes stared right towards the ring, never blinking, never taking his attention off the ring. He entered the ring and looked towards the lights, his arms going above his head, he put them down and fire exploded from all four corners.
He walked towards a corner and gestured for someone to give him a microphone. He was going to send out a message to anyone trying to do a run-in on any of his matches, when he saw Paul Bearer in the front row, waving to him as he sat beside the Big Show. They smiled to him and waved, both of them thinking of this as some kind of sick joke. Kane smiled underneith his mask. They had guts he had to tell them that. They were barred from interfering in this match, and that suited him fine. He would take out the Show at Summerslam.
He held the microphone and raised it towards his mouth. He pointed his index finger towards Bearer and the Big Show. "Bearer...you have a lot of guts, taking the spot of Big Show's manager. But you don't seem to have a lot of brains. I'll see you both at Summerslam. And Bearer, you were the one who apparently told me to rest in piece after we parted ways last time. Well this time, when we part ways, you and the Big Show will rest in pieces." The crowd cheered and the smile quickly disappeared from Paul Bearer's face. The Big Show just grinned, looking forward to facing Kane at Summerslam.
Kane turned away from them and then stood in the middle of the ring and looked towards the curtain. It was time to provoke the champion. He knew of one thing that would piss him off more than almost anything Kane could do...he would spit on his legacy. He looked towards the crowd as they cheered. This would seem unusual. "Now, if you want me to beat Stone Cold Steve Austin to a bloody pulp just like I did X-Pac and Bull Buchanan, give me a hell yeah!"
"HELL YEAH!!!!" Yelled the crowd in responce. He smirked as he put the microphone down.
"IF YOU SMELLLLLLL, WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN'!" could be heard on the speaker as the People's Champion came down towards the ring. Kane nodded to him as he walked towards the ring. He was still in good shape, Kane noticed. Now it was time to see if the Rock shook off the ring rust.
Austin and Triple H were next, and Austin kept a steady glare in the direction of Kane. How dare Kane spit on his reputation like that. He was the rattlesnake, and he wasn't going to take something like that from some big red retard like Kane.
They entered the ring and the two teams began to brawl, with the Rock immedietly attacking Austin, and Kane attacking the Game. Kane and Triple H pounded each other, each punch hitting the other hard and loudly. All through the exchange, the two never broke eye contact. Kane took Triple H's intercontinental title from him a while ago, and Triple H never forgot it, even when Kane dropped the title and gave it to Chris Jericho out of respect.
Punch after punch, neither one of them relented until Kane gave Triple H an uppercut that caused him to staggar towards the ropes. Kane then gave him a big boot to the face, causing the Game to fall backwards and out of the ring. Kane then walked towards his corner and watched the Rock and Austin fight it out.
Neither one of them would relent, but the Rock seemed to be getting the upperhand with those powerful right's of his. If he had any ring rust, he wasn't showing it. While they fought, Kane watched Triple H grab Austin's title belt and stand by the corner. Kane smirked and shook his head. He knew they wouldn't play fair.
After a few moments, Austin and the Rock had knocked each other onto the ground, and both began to go towards their respected corners. However, Triple H got tagged first, handed the belt to Austin while the referee looked towards the Rock, and then grabbed the Rock's leg just before he could tag Austin. Kane sneered at Hunter under his mask and watched as Hunter began to pound on the Rock.
Triple H smiled as he watched the Rock reel in pain from his attacks. The Rock had always been second best compared to him, and the Rock knew it. Austin had softened him up for the kill, and Triple H smiled as he kicked the Rock in the gut. He put the Rock's head under his legs and grabbed his arm's preparing for the pedigree when he turned towards Kane. Kane just stared into his eyes coldly, and Triple H found himself frozen for a few moments by the intensity of the man's stare. Triple H could almost see what Kane was planning to do to him, but Triple H just smiled back.
Those few moments gave the Rock just the time he needed to punch Triple H in the groin. Hunter had delayed for some reason, but the Rock didn't care. It bought him time. Hunter then got up and ran towards the Rock attempting to attack him with a jumping knee strike, but the Rock stepped aside just in time to avoid it, causing Triple H to hit the referee. The referee was knocked out cold, giving Austin the chance he needed. He tagged Triple H, then ran into the ring and nailed the Rock right in the head with the title belt, knocking him out.
In the meantime, Kane walked out of his corner and clotheslined Hunter out of the ring. He then turned towards Austin, who ran towards him with the title belt. Kane smirked and lifted his boot, knocking the belt right back into the head of Austin. Kane then pulled his glove onto his hand tighter, waiting for Austin to get up. As soon as he got up, he grabbed Austin by the throat and chokeslammed him onto the mat. He looked down, seeing that Austin was knocked out.
He turned around, seeing Triple H trying to get back into the ring. Kane smiled and grabbed the title belt from the ground. Triple H then thought twice about entering the ring and backed off. Kane then dropped the title and picked Austin up, then turned to stare towards Triple H as he prepared Austin for the tombstone. He smirked to Triple H. "Game over."
After that, he tombstoned Austin right onto the title belt, knocking him out. He grabbed the Rock and pulled his body over Austin. He grabbed the referee's arm and then counted for the ref. "One...two...three!!!" The bell rung and the victory went to Kane and the Rock. Kane smiled and then grabbed the title belt, walking towards a corner, and then climbed it.
He looked down towards Triple H, who stared right back at him. Austin rolled out of the ring once he regained consciousness and left the arena quickly with Triple H.
Kane watched them both walk away, then he looked towards the Big Show and Paul Bearer. He smirked and then held the title high above his head for everyone to see. His pyro's by the titantron went off and his theme began to play. People began to get the impression that Kane would be the next World Wrestling Champion. They chanted his name and all began to make a noise in the arena that almost literally shook it. Kane grinned.
But before he became Champion, he would first have to get through the Big Show and Paul Bearer to become Number One Contender. Easy enough.
Kane then threw the title to the ground and walked towards the titantron while the Rock got up and stood in the ring, staring at Kane and then the title belt. The Rock knew that he and Kane would run into each other soon enough for the belt, but for now, the Rock was glad to have Kane as an ally.