((Chapter 8 will hopefully be up by Friday Night!!! This one is a bit short, but the next one will be a kickass one. *S* Oh yes, and I would like people to e-mail me at snake_falcon@yahoo.com on opinions for the next story. I have four ideas:
An Undertaker story taking place after this one, which would be a little more far fetched, a bit darker, but with a retribution theme.
The next one is called Lionheart, about Chris Jericho and his quest to win the King of the Ring Tournament. It would have a lot of humor and be a lot more lighthearted than this one.
The third one is a Triple H story about him attempting to compleatly take over the world wrestling federation and destroy his opponents. A pychological look into the mind of the Game.
The fourth one would be a general story about a group of WWF Superstars (Havn't picked 'em yet) in a fued that involves many key WWF Superstars. Please e-mail me and let me know what you guys want. Thanks. enjoy!))
Chapter 7 - Legacy
Triple H sat in his locker room, staring at himself in the mirror. The Rock, Austin, Kane, The Undertaker, Jericho, Benoit, Stephanie, Stiner, all of them were just obsticals. Easily defeated and destroyed. They would be out of his way soon enough. They would learn to fear him, respect him, bow before him. It was his destiny.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes filled with hatred, rage, anxiety. All of those years of humiliation. The squash at a WrestleMania years ago. The slop bucket matches. His old persona, his old spoiled snob image. Then he began to get more confidence, more experience. He began to watch Shawn Michaels when they were in D-Generation X. He learned from him. He became his 'sidekick', but all along he was plotting against him. How many times had he seen Shawn get his ass kicked and pondered coming in and turning on him, taking control. Unfortionatly, the Undertaker injured Michaels and set him on the road to retirement. Austin's defeat of Michaels was the final nail on the coffin. They finished him before Triple H could. All the better, he got control of DX sooner. And then he began to play to the crowds, use popularity and a twisted sence of rebellion to get noticed. He fought with the Rock, who had always been a thorn in his side. Only now the Rock was the fan favorite.
Then there was the corporation, joining it with Chyna. Then they both joined the Corporate Ministry, only to become sidekicks again to the Lord of Darkness, the Undertaker.
Afterwards, he broke out on his own, became the leader. And he became Champion. He became the best by outthinking and outsmarting the rest of them. His hatred had been unequalled. His rage found no equal.
Until now.
While Austin and Stiner were more concerned with the Rock and Chris Jericho, Hunter knew better than to put them at the top of his concern list. Stiner had proven to be useful, but stupid. He was not even bothering to study tapes of Kane. That would prove to be Stiners undoing. All the same, one less pawn in his game.
But Kane...Kane had something Hunter had not seen in years. Kane had recently unleashed a rage and a will equal to his own. Kane knew how to destroy opponents and get away with it. It had been Austin and McMahon's idea to destroy the Undertaker, but Triple H knew it would be unwise. They had awaken a sleeping giant in Kane. And Hunter began to wonder if either Austin and Stiner knew what they were getting into. But it didn't matter anymore. Vince was out of the picture, taken to a hospital because of Kane. Foley was still in charge. It still didn't matter. He had Stephanie, his ace in his sleeve. She represented power. He was using her, and he was sure she was using him. He didn't care. Right now it was still a win/win relationship. But none of these things mattered now. All that Triple H could think about was Kane. The man who took his intercontinental title from him not so very long ago. Triple H was impressed then. Now, Triple H was doubly impressed. Kane would prove to be his greatest challenge ever now, though Austin didn't know it.
He looked at Austin, who was talking with Stiner about ambushing the Rock. Hunter smiled to himself and stood, walking towards them. He still had a use for the Rattlesnake.
"Okay guys, so here's the plan. Tonight Stiner, you are going to be in a match for the Intercontinental Championship. We'll run in and ensure you absolutely destroy your opponent. Who is it again?" Hunter said, though he allready knew every detail about the man.
Stiner smirked. "Some high flying pretty boy named Hardy."
Hunter nodded. "That's right. Well tonight, he's going to wish he was never born." With that, they walked towards the Hardy's locker room.
*******
Jericho and the Rock sat accross from each other in the commissioner's officer, staring into each others eyes with an intensity that made the room seem chilly. They respected each other, and they were allies because of necessity. But they both wanted the same thing...and they both knew they would have to go through each other to get at it.
Finally, Foley spoke. "Well guys, I just got off the phone with Linda. It looks like Vince will be okay, but he won't be the same for a long time. But he's out of the way. Won't be causing any trouble." Foley sat down and looked at them. "Now guys, we both know that Austin, Hunter and Stiner will stop at nothing to get the titles. And you two are the only guys who can really make clear decisions on how to deal with those two yourselves."
The Rock looked at Foley. "What about Kane? The Rock thought he was on our side."
Jericho looked at him and nodded. "I mean, isn't he after them?"
Foley shook his head. "Kane is out for revenge and the title. And he isn't exactly a team player. A few months ago I would have thought that Kane would join us. But he's not the man we knew anymore. He's different now. Something made him lose it. He's a wild card, but I can't blame him for doing what he is doing."
The Rock nodded. "Well what happens next?"
Foley looked to them. "Well, you two are going to be in a tag team match against Austin and Triple H, but you will have to watch your backs. Stiner is in an IC match. Not one I made, but Jeff Hardy challenged him earlier. I have to be compleatly fair here guys. NO run ins unless Hunter and Austin do a run in as well."
Jericho nodded. "Well, I'm going to go add some fuel for the fire." He stood up and walked out, a cocky smirk on his face.
The Rock looked at Foley and smiled. "Well there is no way that candy ass Chris Jericho is going to steal the Rock's spotlight tonight. If you'll escuse the Rock, he has a promo to make."
Foley watched the two leave. They were as talented as anyone he had seen in the federation. But they were both more concerned with their spotlight than their winning. That would be bad. "Have a nice day..." He shook his head, wondering if Kane took his advice.
Kevin Kelly walked in and looked at Foley. "Bad news Commish. Looks like someone took out the Hardy Boyz. They are being sent to hospital right now. Doesn't look good."
Foley shook his head nad cursed. "Fuck, who did it?"
Kelly looked at him. "Looks like Stiner did it."
Foley looked at him and frowned. "That's not good. First the Undertaker now this..." He shook his head. "Well, I'll come up with a suitable punishment."
*****
The countdown for Y2J started, and fireworks exploded, and Jericho walked towards the ring, microphone in his hand. All of these years, all of this time, he was close to the WWF championship. He could feel it. All of the beatings, all of the handicapp matches. All of them would lead towards this.
He stood in the ring, smirking to himself. He would let his enemies know what he was thinking. He picked up the microphone and began. "Well, it seems that the two man power trip has got a new member. Well on behalf of all of the jerichoholics in this arena, let me be the first to welcome our new muscle bound moron, Captain Scotty!" The audience in attendence laughed as he smirked. "Anyway, that's not why I'm out here. I'm out here to first address something. It seems that Snott Stiner began to get a bit impatient waiting for the Hardy Boyz. It seemed like he wanted to fight him. But you know, that's okay. Because Y2J doesn't really care for them that much. But what you did do, was put the Intercontinental champion out of action."
"Now, seeing as you have a match with Kane at No Mercy, I'm afraid that you won't live long enough to make it to another type of title shot. However, seeing as you don't have a match tonight because of this, I would like you to come down here, and get a Y2J beating that you will never....EEEEEVER...forget!"
But Stiner didn't come out. He didn't come down. Jericho shook his head and walked back and forth. "Well, if you don't come out now, I'm going to ask my tag team partner to come out, and join me in calling out Triple H and Austin so we can take care of the main event right now!"
The Rock's theme hit and the Rock walked down the ramp towards the ring in his wrestling gear. He was ready for a fight. The People's Champion entered the ring and looked around, waiting for the opponents.
Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking filled the arena as Austin and Triple H appeared by the titantron. They walked towards the ring, prepared for their match.
The Rock and Jericho then ran out of the ring towards them and they all began to brawl with each other, until Stiner ran down with a lead pipe and hit Jericho over the head from behind, then repeatedly nailed him in the back with the lead pipe while Austin and Triple H ganged up on the Rock.
The whole attack was over before it begun, but then the sound of a car crash filled the Arena as the commissioner appeared by the Titantron.
"Well Austin, Triple H, Stiner. You guys just made a big mistake. You took out Jeff Hardy, who will be dropping the Intercontinental title due to an inability to defend it. You three previously took out the Undertaker. Now you guys are going to try to take out the Rock and Chris Jericho? Well I'm saying no more. If you guys even hit them one more time tonight, you will all be fired from the World Wrestling Federation. And there is nothing Vince can do about it now, since he's out of commission."
Triple H growled and yelled at him. "Foley, you are going to regret this."
Foley smiled. "Well guys, I think you all will regret it. Because your matches for No Mercy? You can forget them. No Mercy is two weeks away, and right now I think I'm going to change some things. For instance, next week on Smackdown, you Triple H, will be facing the Rock. You, Austin, will be facing the team of Chris Jericho and Matt Hardy in a handicapped match. And as for you Stiner, your Last Man Standing match with Kane? It's being moved to Smackdown. Now, why Smackdown do you guys ask? Because we'll be in a different city, and I'm saving the big match for Raw because Raw will be held RIGHT HERE, IN DALLAS TEXAS!!!" The crowd began to yell for the cheap pop. Foley smirked and gave them a thumbs up. "Because you all will be in the main event, which will be a ladder match. But you see, there's a stipulation for the ladder match." The crowd went wild hearing that there would be a ladder match next week, that enough was going to make the crowd fill up the entire arena...again.
Triple H smirked, allready forming a plan for the ladder match.
"In that match, it will be Triple H, Austin, Stiner, Jericho, the Rock...and Kane! You see gentlemen, the winner of the Ladder Match will decide what the Main Event for No Mercy will be. And he will include all of you in it, if all of you are still in fighting condition of course. And in that main event, the World Heavyweight Title will be on the line. But if you guys so much as ambush anyone anymore, and that goes for all of you, including Kane, then you lose your shot at the ladder match, and you will lose your shot at the WWF Title. Have a nice day!"
*****
Kane stood just outside of the Undertaker's hospital room, not moving inside. He had been standing there for half an hour now, wondering what to say, what to do. He was loyal to his brother and admired his brother, but at the same time he hated certain aspects of his brother. And he was sure it was the same for him.
It was his attitude. He always acted more like his mentor or something more than his brother or his tag team partner. And he hated that. The Undertaker and others seemed to think of him as some mentally disabled...boy. And Kane was far from that.
But the hardest thing would actually be looking at his brother. Kane didn't want to see him like that. He didn't want to see his brother hurt like that. He didn't want to see his brother facing the prospect of never wrestling again. He couldn't bear it.
Finally he heard a familiar voice from inside the room. "You just gonna stand there all day or are you gonna come in and hang with your brother?"
Kane shook his head and opened the door, looking down at him. He saw the Undertaker sitting in a wheelchair, wearing some street clothing. He seemed more pale than usual, and he had stitches on his forhead. But Kane saw something on the Undertaker's face that he never saw before...a smiled.
"I got some good news bro." He wheeled himself backwards towards the desk, grabbing a television controller. "It's not as bad as it looks." He smirked a bit.
Kane looked at him, not really wanting to speak. Finally, he spoke. "Foley said you were crippled." He didn't say it with emotion, he just said it as he usually said things.
Taker just smirked. "Well the doctor screwed up. Apparently, it's some knee damage and bruised disks. I'll be back in 6 months and I'll be ready to take that title from you." The Undertaker laughed and shook his head. "Damn Kane, you are sure on your way."
Kane looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Taker just smirked and just shrugged. "You're becoming something I always knew you were."
Kane growled. "And what is that? A monster?"
The Undertaker just smiled a cruel evil smile. "Nope. You are the big dog running the yard." He looked into Kane's eyes. "Hell, I knew you just needed a bit of motovation, a bit of killer instinct if you will." He sat back and looked up at his brother. "Kane, you remember when you first came back? Pretty much trying to kill me?"
His brother nodded, shaking his head. "Too well..."
"You had this look in your eyes man, a look I had never seen in a long time. You were hungry, you were angry. You were filled with a desire, to beat me, to beat everyone. To make them pay for what was done to you. You went through everyone, including me at times. You were a fucking man to be feared. A man to be watched out for. You were on your way to being the big dog in the yard."
The big red machine looked at him, raising an eyebrow under his mask. "You serious or are the drugs effecting your brain?"
The Undertaker grinned. "I see you've gained a sence of humor." He shook his head and then his face got serious. "But you lacked dicipline for your anger. You lacked control man. And you screwed up sometimes. And then, you lost it. You got hurt. You got betrayed. Some of it is my fault I'll admit. Neither of made exactly the right decisions in those years. Then we'd team up, we'd betray each other, it was all the same party, just a different place. But in all of the other times I fought you, I was looking for that look ing your eye. That fury, that spirit. I never saw it. You were never the same opponent until recently. You have that look in your eyes again man, and this time, you have a bit more control...and you threw your boss through the ring. Man I have to admire that."
Kane crossed his arms, some of what he was saying beginning to make sence. "Your point being?"
The Undertaker pointed at him. "The fact is this man, you are the big dog in the yard now. I want to tell you a few things to make sure you stay the big dog. You can't let your past control you. You gotta turn that bitterness into resolve bro. You gotta get over some shit. Yes you got burned as a child in that fire. Yeah your life has been a living hell. But you gotta move on man. You gotta keep that rage, but lose the self doubt, the bitterness."
Kane didn't answer, just looking into his brothers eyes. "You got a point."
Taker just nodded. "And I'm seeing signs of that happening. You ain't the pissed off guy who tried to destroy everything in sight. You are a calculating killer, a warrior. Just remember the right cause...I forgot that cause once."
Kane looked into his eyes, seeing the regret. He nodded. "The ministry."
The Undertaker nodded. "It seemed like a good idea at first man. Here I was, a man obcessed with death. I was a dark warrior, trying to make things right by myself man. And I figured I would go deeper into those dark magics and shit I'd been studying. Then, I got hungry for something. I lost myself. I got selfish." He looked at Kane. "Most of all though, I betrayed everything I believed in." He looked out of the window. "Sometimes I wish I could go back and be that Dark warrior, but I won't." He looked at Kane. "It took me a long time to find my true self. And it's going to take you one. But take a lesson from me man, always fight for what you believe in. And don't let anyone manipulate you into doing otherwise."
Kane nodded and looked out the window. "I'm going to cripple Stiner you know."
The Undertaker nodded. "Yeah, and more power to ya. Make that boy fameous." he looked at Kane. "Just leave a few pieces of Triple H and Austin for me will ya?"
Kane nodded. "Yeah."
"And remember who you are. You are the big red machine. Once you realize yourself...man...you will be unfuckingstoppable. Hell, I won't be able to take you down."
Kane looked at him, the Undertaker had just given him the biggest compliment he had ever heard. In fact, he and his brother never really had talked this personally before. It usually was just talk about their fights.
"And Kane...watch your six man."
Kane nodded to him. "What about you?"
The Undertaker looked out of the window. "I hate this fucking wheelchair I can tell you that much. My knee should be healed, then it's to rehab. But the worst thing? I'm gonna have to drive a fucking car. No motorcycle."
Kane laughed for a few moments hearing that, then looked at the Undertaker and offered a handshake. "If I'm champion when you get back, you and I are going to settle something."
The Undertaker looked up at him and shook his hand. "And what is that?"
Kane smirked. "Who the best is." Kane turned to leave and opened the door, then looked back to his brother. "And don't call me little brother anymore."
The Undertaker nodded and opened a bag. "Here...something I want you to use at Last Man Standing."
Kane picked up the bag and looked in it, seeing something he liked. "Seriously?"
The Undertaker nodded. "yeah, you'll know what to do. It'll scare the shit out of him."
Kane gave him a thumbs up and opened the door. "Take care bro."
The Undertaker nodded. "Knock 'em dead."
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(Please R&R)
An Undertaker story taking place after this one, which would be a little more far fetched, a bit darker, but with a retribution theme.
The next one is called Lionheart, about Chris Jericho and his quest to win the King of the Ring Tournament. It would have a lot of humor and be a lot more lighthearted than this one.
The third one is a Triple H story about him attempting to compleatly take over the world wrestling federation and destroy his opponents. A pychological look into the mind of the Game.
The fourth one would be a general story about a group of WWF Superstars (Havn't picked 'em yet) in a fued that involves many key WWF Superstars. Please e-mail me and let me know what you guys want. Thanks. enjoy!))
Chapter 7 - Legacy
Triple H sat in his locker room, staring at himself in the mirror. The Rock, Austin, Kane, The Undertaker, Jericho, Benoit, Stephanie, Stiner, all of them were just obsticals. Easily defeated and destroyed. They would be out of his way soon enough. They would learn to fear him, respect him, bow before him. It was his destiny.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes filled with hatred, rage, anxiety. All of those years of humiliation. The squash at a WrestleMania years ago. The slop bucket matches. His old persona, his old spoiled snob image. Then he began to get more confidence, more experience. He began to watch Shawn Michaels when they were in D-Generation X. He learned from him. He became his 'sidekick', but all along he was plotting against him. How many times had he seen Shawn get his ass kicked and pondered coming in and turning on him, taking control. Unfortionatly, the Undertaker injured Michaels and set him on the road to retirement. Austin's defeat of Michaels was the final nail on the coffin. They finished him before Triple H could. All the better, he got control of DX sooner. And then he began to play to the crowds, use popularity and a twisted sence of rebellion to get noticed. He fought with the Rock, who had always been a thorn in his side. Only now the Rock was the fan favorite.
Then there was the corporation, joining it with Chyna. Then they both joined the Corporate Ministry, only to become sidekicks again to the Lord of Darkness, the Undertaker.
Afterwards, he broke out on his own, became the leader. And he became Champion. He became the best by outthinking and outsmarting the rest of them. His hatred had been unequalled. His rage found no equal.
Until now.
While Austin and Stiner were more concerned with the Rock and Chris Jericho, Hunter knew better than to put them at the top of his concern list. Stiner had proven to be useful, but stupid. He was not even bothering to study tapes of Kane. That would prove to be Stiners undoing. All the same, one less pawn in his game.
But Kane...Kane had something Hunter had not seen in years. Kane had recently unleashed a rage and a will equal to his own. Kane knew how to destroy opponents and get away with it. It had been Austin and McMahon's idea to destroy the Undertaker, but Triple H knew it would be unwise. They had awaken a sleeping giant in Kane. And Hunter began to wonder if either Austin and Stiner knew what they were getting into. But it didn't matter anymore. Vince was out of the picture, taken to a hospital because of Kane. Foley was still in charge. It still didn't matter. He had Stephanie, his ace in his sleeve. She represented power. He was using her, and he was sure she was using him. He didn't care. Right now it was still a win/win relationship. But none of these things mattered now. All that Triple H could think about was Kane. The man who took his intercontinental title from him not so very long ago. Triple H was impressed then. Now, Triple H was doubly impressed. Kane would prove to be his greatest challenge ever now, though Austin didn't know it.
He looked at Austin, who was talking with Stiner about ambushing the Rock. Hunter smiled to himself and stood, walking towards them. He still had a use for the Rattlesnake.
"Okay guys, so here's the plan. Tonight Stiner, you are going to be in a match for the Intercontinental Championship. We'll run in and ensure you absolutely destroy your opponent. Who is it again?" Hunter said, though he allready knew every detail about the man.
Stiner smirked. "Some high flying pretty boy named Hardy."
Hunter nodded. "That's right. Well tonight, he's going to wish he was never born." With that, they walked towards the Hardy's locker room.
*******
Jericho and the Rock sat accross from each other in the commissioner's officer, staring into each others eyes with an intensity that made the room seem chilly. They respected each other, and they were allies because of necessity. But they both wanted the same thing...and they both knew they would have to go through each other to get at it.
Finally, Foley spoke. "Well guys, I just got off the phone with Linda. It looks like Vince will be okay, but he won't be the same for a long time. But he's out of the way. Won't be causing any trouble." Foley sat down and looked at them. "Now guys, we both know that Austin, Hunter and Stiner will stop at nothing to get the titles. And you two are the only guys who can really make clear decisions on how to deal with those two yourselves."
The Rock looked at Foley. "What about Kane? The Rock thought he was on our side."
Jericho looked at him and nodded. "I mean, isn't he after them?"
Foley shook his head. "Kane is out for revenge and the title. And he isn't exactly a team player. A few months ago I would have thought that Kane would join us. But he's not the man we knew anymore. He's different now. Something made him lose it. He's a wild card, but I can't blame him for doing what he is doing."
The Rock nodded. "Well what happens next?"
Foley looked to them. "Well, you two are going to be in a tag team match against Austin and Triple H, but you will have to watch your backs. Stiner is in an IC match. Not one I made, but Jeff Hardy challenged him earlier. I have to be compleatly fair here guys. NO run ins unless Hunter and Austin do a run in as well."
Jericho nodded. "Well, I'm going to go add some fuel for the fire." He stood up and walked out, a cocky smirk on his face.
The Rock looked at Foley and smiled. "Well there is no way that candy ass Chris Jericho is going to steal the Rock's spotlight tonight. If you'll escuse the Rock, he has a promo to make."
Foley watched the two leave. They were as talented as anyone he had seen in the federation. But they were both more concerned with their spotlight than their winning. That would be bad. "Have a nice day..." He shook his head, wondering if Kane took his advice.
Kevin Kelly walked in and looked at Foley. "Bad news Commish. Looks like someone took out the Hardy Boyz. They are being sent to hospital right now. Doesn't look good."
Foley shook his head nad cursed. "Fuck, who did it?"
Kelly looked at him. "Looks like Stiner did it."
Foley looked at him and frowned. "That's not good. First the Undertaker now this..." He shook his head. "Well, I'll come up with a suitable punishment."
*****
The countdown for Y2J started, and fireworks exploded, and Jericho walked towards the ring, microphone in his hand. All of these years, all of this time, he was close to the WWF championship. He could feel it. All of the beatings, all of the handicapp matches. All of them would lead towards this.
He stood in the ring, smirking to himself. He would let his enemies know what he was thinking. He picked up the microphone and began. "Well, it seems that the two man power trip has got a new member. Well on behalf of all of the jerichoholics in this arena, let me be the first to welcome our new muscle bound moron, Captain Scotty!" The audience in attendence laughed as he smirked. "Anyway, that's not why I'm out here. I'm out here to first address something. It seems that Snott Stiner began to get a bit impatient waiting for the Hardy Boyz. It seemed like he wanted to fight him. But you know, that's okay. Because Y2J doesn't really care for them that much. But what you did do, was put the Intercontinental champion out of action."
"Now, seeing as you have a match with Kane at No Mercy, I'm afraid that you won't live long enough to make it to another type of title shot. However, seeing as you don't have a match tonight because of this, I would like you to come down here, and get a Y2J beating that you will never....EEEEEVER...forget!"
But Stiner didn't come out. He didn't come down. Jericho shook his head and walked back and forth. "Well, if you don't come out now, I'm going to ask my tag team partner to come out, and join me in calling out Triple H and Austin so we can take care of the main event right now!"
The Rock's theme hit and the Rock walked down the ramp towards the ring in his wrestling gear. He was ready for a fight. The People's Champion entered the ring and looked around, waiting for the opponents.
Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking filled the arena as Austin and Triple H appeared by the titantron. They walked towards the ring, prepared for their match.
The Rock and Jericho then ran out of the ring towards them and they all began to brawl with each other, until Stiner ran down with a lead pipe and hit Jericho over the head from behind, then repeatedly nailed him in the back with the lead pipe while Austin and Triple H ganged up on the Rock.
The whole attack was over before it begun, but then the sound of a car crash filled the Arena as the commissioner appeared by the Titantron.
"Well Austin, Triple H, Stiner. You guys just made a big mistake. You took out Jeff Hardy, who will be dropping the Intercontinental title due to an inability to defend it. You three previously took out the Undertaker. Now you guys are going to try to take out the Rock and Chris Jericho? Well I'm saying no more. If you guys even hit them one more time tonight, you will all be fired from the World Wrestling Federation. And there is nothing Vince can do about it now, since he's out of commission."
Triple H growled and yelled at him. "Foley, you are going to regret this."
Foley smiled. "Well guys, I think you all will regret it. Because your matches for No Mercy? You can forget them. No Mercy is two weeks away, and right now I think I'm going to change some things. For instance, next week on Smackdown, you Triple H, will be facing the Rock. You, Austin, will be facing the team of Chris Jericho and Matt Hardy in a handicapped match. And as for you Stiner, your Last Man Standing match with Kane? It's being moved to Smackdown. Now, why Smackdown do you guys ask? Because we'll be in a different city, and I'm saving the big match for Raw because Raw will be held RIGHT HERE, IN DALLAS TEXAS!!!" The crowd began to yell for the cheap pop. Foley smirked and gave them a thumbs up. "Because you all will be in the main event, which will be a ladder match. But you see, there's a stipulation for the ladder match." The crowd went wild hearing that there would be a ladder match next week, that enough was going to make the crowd fill up the entire arena...again.
Triple H smirked, allready forming a plan for the ladder match.
"In that match, it will be Triple H, Austin, Stiner, Jericho, the Rock...and Kane! You see gentlemen, the winner of the Ladder Match will decide what the Main Event for No Mercy will be. And he will include all of you in it, if all of you are still in fighting condition of course. And in that main event, the World Heavyweight Title will be on the line. But if you guys so much as ambush anyone anymore, and that goes for all of you, including Kane, then you lose your shot at the ladder match, and you will lose your shot at the WWF Title. Have a nice day!"
*****
Kane stood just outside of the Undertaker's hospital room, not moving inside. He had been standing there for half an hour now, wondering what to say, what to do. He was loyal to his brother and admired his brother, but at the same time he hated certain aspects of his brother. And he was sure it was the same for him.
It was his attitude. He always acted more like his mentor or something more than his brother or his tag team partner. And he hated that. The Undertaker and others seemed to think of him as some mentally disabled...boy. And Kane was far from that.
But the hardest thing would actually be looking at his brother. Kane didn't want to see him like that. He didn't want to see his brother hurt like that. He didn't want to see his brother facing the prospect of never wrestling again. He couldn't bear it.
Finally he heard a familiar voice from inside the room. "You just gonna stand there all day or are you gonna come in and hang with your brother?"
Kane shook his head and opened the door, looking down at him. He saw the Undertaker sitting in a wheelchair, wearing some street clothing. He seemed more pale than usual, and he had stitches on his forhead. But Kane saw something on the Undertaker's face that he never saw before...a smiled.
"I got some good news bro." He wheeled himself backwards towards the desk, grabbing a television controller. "It's not as bad as it looks." He smirked a bit.
Kane looked at him, not really wanting to speak. Finally, he spoke. "Foley said you were crippled." He didn't say it with emotion, he just said it as he usually said things.
Taker just smirked. "Well the doctor screwed up. Apparently, it's some knee damage and bruised disks. I'll be back in 6 months and I'll be ready to take that title from you." The Undertaker laughed and shook his head. "Damn Kane, you are sure on your way."
Kane looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Taker just smirked and just shrugged. "You're becoming something I always knew you were."
Kane growled. "And what is that? A monster?"
The Undertaker just smiled a cruel evil smile. "Nope. You are the big dog running the yard." He looked into Kane's eyes. "Hell, I knew you just needed a bit of motovation, a bit of killer instinct if you will." He sat back and looked up at his brother. "Kane, you remember when you first came back? Pretty much trying to kill me?"
His brother nodded, shaking his head. "Too well..."
"You had this look in your eyes man, a look I had never seen in a long time. You were hungry, you were angry. You were filled with a desire, to beat me, to beat everyone. To make them pay for what was done to you. You went through everyone, including me at times. You were a fucking man to be feared. A man to be watched out for. You were on your way to being the big dog in the yard."
The big red machine looked at him, raising an eyebrow under his mask. "You serious or are the drugs effecting your brain?"
The Undertaker grinned. "I see you've gained a sence of humor." He shook his head and then his face got serious. "But you lacked dicipline for your anger. You lacked control man. And you screwed up sometimes. And then, you lost it. You got hurt. You got betrayed. Some of it is my fault I'll admit. Neither of made exactly the right decisions in those years. Then we'd team up, we'd betray each other, it was all the same party, just a different place. But in all of the other times I fought you, I was looking for that look ing your eye. That fury, that spirit. I never saw it. You were never the same opponent until recently. You have that look in your eyes again man, and this time, you have a bit more control...and you threw your boss through the ring. Man I have to admire that."
Kane crossed his arms, some of what he was saying beginning to make sence. "Your point being?"
The Undertaker pointed at him. "The fact is this man, you are the big dog in the yard now. I want to tell you a few things to make sure you stay the big dog. You can't let your past control you. You gotta turn that bitterness into resolve bro. You gotta get over some shit. Yes you got burned as a child in that fire. Yeah your life has been a living hell. But you gotta move on man. You gotta keep that rage, but lose the self doubt, the bitterness."
Kane didn't answer, just looking into his brothers eyes. "You got a point."
Taker just nodded. "And I'm seeing signs of that happening. You ain't the pissed off guy who tried to destroy everything in sight. You are a calculating killer, a warrior. Just remember the right cause...I forgot that cause once."
Kane looked into his eyes, seeing the regret. He nodded. "The ministry."
The Undertaker nodded. "It seemed like a good idea at first man. Here I was, a man obcessed with death. I was a dark warrior, trying to make things right by myself man. And I figured I would go deeper into those dark magics and shit I'd been studying. Then, I got hungry for something. I lost myself. I got selfish." He looked at Kane. "Most of all though, I betrayed everything I believed in." He looked out of the window. "Sometimes I wish I could go back and be that Dark warrior, but I won't." He looked at Kane. "It took me a long time to find my true self. And it's going to take you one. But take a lesson from me man, always fight for what you believe in. And don't let anyone manipulate you into doing otherwise."
Kane nodded and looked out the window. "I'm going to cripple Stiner you know."
The Undertaker nodded. "Yeah, and more power to ya. Make that boy fameous." he looked at Kane. "Just leave a few pieces of Triple H and Austin for me will ya?"
Kane nodded. "Yeah."
"And remember who you are. You are the big red machine. Once you realize yourself...man...you will be unfuckingstoppable. Hell, I won't be able to take you down."
Kane looked at him, the Undertaker had just given him the biggest compliment he had ever heard. In fact, he and his brother never really had talked this personally before. It usually was just talk about their fights.
"And Kane...watch your six man."
Kane nodded to him. "What about you?"
The Undertaker looked out of the window. "I hate this fucking wheelchair I can tell you that much. My knee should be healed, then it's to rehab. But the worst thing? I'm gonna have to drive a fucking car. No motorcycle."
Kane laughed for a few moments hearing that, then looked at the Undertaker and offered a handshake. "If I'm champion when you get back, you and I are going to settle something."
The Undertaker looked up at him and shook his hand. "And what is that?"
Kane smirked. "Who the best is." Kane turned to leave and opened the door, then looked back to his brother. "And don't call me little brother anymore."
The Undertaker nodded and opened a bag. "Here...something I want you to use at Last Man Standing."
Kane picked up the bag and looked in it, seeing something he liked. "Seriously?"
The Undertaker nodded. "yeah, you'll know what to do. It'll scare the shit out of him."
Kane gave him a thumbs up and opened the door. "Take care bro."
The Undertaker nodded. "Knock 'em dead."
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(Please R&R)