Chapter 9 - Showdown
(FINALLY, THE SNAKE HAS COME BACK...to Fanfiction.net! After a case of writers block I decided to finish this story. And just so you know, this story has to use the new Smackdown titantron set to be believable. Now, I know a lot has changed since I started writing this story, naemly the whole situation in the WWF. Triple H is injured, Kurt Angle is still a face, and Scott Stiner still sucks. I just included him here so you would see what could happen to him if he fought Kane. I promise to finish this story eventually so please be patient. Please R&R, feel free to e-mail me at snake_falcon@yahoo.com. Enjoy.)
Pyros exploded to begin WWF Smackdown. The music began to play, and the crowd went wild. They were acting as if they were about to see a Pay-Per-View event. Indeed, they were about to witness something close.
At ringside, the commentators were Tazz and Jim Ross. Michael Cole had the night off, and it was just as well. Tazz and JR nodded to each other and then began the commentary.
"Welcome to WWF Smackdown. I'm Jim Ross along with Tazz and tonight we have what could be the most brutal event on Smackdown since TLC III." Said Jim Ross wearing his black cowboy hat as usual.
"That's right good ol' JR because tonight, we get to see what may be the final fight between Scott Stiner and my man Kane." Tazz yelled. "After Stiner and friends crippled the Undertaker, Kane's gone bezerk. I mean he took out a lot of tough guys."
"And not only that, but Kane has been on a huge rampage that has taken out Kurt Angle, X-Factor, Bull Buchanan, Badass Billy Gun and the owner of the World Wrestling Federation, Vince McMahon."
"Yeah I think Kane went a bit to far throwing Vince McMahon through a ring, but hey I ain't gonna be telling him about that."
Jim Ross began to get serious. "Well last monday night on Raw, we saw two very significant events. First, the reformation of D-Generation X during a ladder match. However, DX is now down to two members thanks to Kane. The second significant event was Kane's victory in the ladder match, giving him the right to chooose the main event for No Mercy which he has vowed to announce here tonight after his last man standing match with Stiner."
Tazz nodded. "That one's going to be a huge slaughter. Hell, I don't think either of these two guys are gonna make it to No Mercy."
"And you may indeed be right Tazz. Last man Standing tonight. No interference, no countouts, no pinfalls, no submittions and no disqualifications. The match ends, when one man, or both men, are knocked onto the ground and cannot get up for the count of ten."
"I can tell you one thing now JR, matches like that take a lot out of you. Lots of guys who enter these matches come out different. They are never the same again. And tonight, one of these men are going to become just another victim of the Last Man Standing match."
*************
Scott Stiner stood in his locker room, flexing his muscles and staring himself in the mirror. He smiled, looking at himself. He was perfect. He had the perfect male body. His freaks would all be over him tonight. He was unbeatable. After taking Kane out, it didn't matter who they sent against him. They could send Austin, Triple H, Jericho and the Rock after him, and it wouldn't make a fucking difference. He was going to be the man tonight.
He felt a hand on his shoulders. A female hand. He smiled and turned to see Midjah, his favorite 'freak', a term he used for the women he would sleep with. He smiled to her. "Gonna get some gold baby."
Midjah had a look of concern on her face however. "Scott, you really should study Kane tonight. I mean, he's a monster."
Stiner just laughed. "Please. He's nothing."
Stiner heard a knock in the door and he opened it, seeing Mick Foley. Stiner smiled and shook his head. "Here to say good luck?"
Foley shook his head. "Nope, just coming to say nice knowing ya. Oh, by the way, I was talking to Shane McMahon, and I'm just letting you know, that if you lose tonight, not only do you lose your WWF Contract..."
Stiner growled. "WHAT?"
Foley smiled. "Oh did I forget to tell you that? My bad. But if you lose tonight, Shane will never accept you in WCW again. Have a nice day." Foley then left immedietly while Stiner began to smash things in his room.
*********
Sitting on his couch, Triple H waited by the telephone. He waited and waited. While he sat there waiting, he studied tapes of his opponents. He had spent hours earlier studying tapes. Studying tapes of Kane, studying tapes of the Rock, Austin, and that bastard of a man Chris Jericho. He learned their moves, learned their weaknesses. That was why they called him the Game, because he knew everything about the game and the people in it. And he knew the key to destroying Kane.
Stephanie studied him, trying to think about what was going on in his head. He had just lost Vince and Austin as allies, and yet he was happy as ever. She wondered why. His plans for the big DX-Reformation went up in smoke. All that was left was Stephanie and the Road Dogg. Yet he was smiling. Why would he be smiling at a time like this? Kane had all of the cards.
Finally, the phone rang and Triple H answered. He smiled. "Yeah? Yeah? Great. I'm glad." More silence. "Yeah I know you'll want payback." He chuckled. "It will be great to have you back man. See you on Raw." He hung up and looked to Stephanie and the Road Dogg. "Soon you guys will see. Very, very soon. Kane wants to play the game...well after No Mercy, lets just say this...'don't hate the player, hate the game."
*******
Austin waited in ancitipation for his match of the night. He paced back and forth, wondering what was going to happen. He had lost his partner Triple H, his mentor, Vince McMahon was gone. Hell, he had even lost the help of that little jackass Kurt Angle. He was all alone.
He smiled to himself after that, they were all against him. Debra, his wife. She was the reason Vince was uncomfortable around him all of that time. Austin just wanted to get to know Vince better, but it was the presence of his wife that pissed him off.
Yes...and then there were the others. They were all out to get him. The Rock, Kane, Triple H, Jericho, Foley, Booker T, Undertaker...they were all out to get Austin. He could see them in the back of his head, plotting against them. They all laughed at him, they took his title away from him.
Well he would be getting the last laugh. He didn't need anyone. He was Stone Cold Steve Austin, he didn't need help from anyone. And it was time to go after those who wronged him.
He could hear them again, laughing, They all spoke behind his back, accused him of cowardie. They lied to him. All of them. They tried to keep him from being the best. But he was Stone Cold Steve Austin. And he would back down from no one.
********
The stage was set, the matches had allready been finished. It was time for the main event. One of anticipation, and people knew they were going to see a brutal fight. No spectacular maneuvers, no amazing technical wrestling. This would be a war. And in the end, there would be only one.
Sirens began to sound, and the large muscle bound mammoth that was Scott Stiner began to walk down to ringside, armed with his lead pipe and the piece of chainmail that he wore on his head. Flexing muscles all over his body, and glaring out towards the crowd, most of them booing him, many of the ringside fans throwing drinks at him. He snarled at them and attempted to hit one with the lead pipe.
He entered the ring and grabbed a microphone, looking out over the crowd of weaklines, peons and idiots. They didn't appreciate true talent. None of them gave him the respect he deserved. But tonight, he would be the better man, as always. Tonight, he would be the last man standing.
And there was nothing anyone could do about it.
"Tonight, I stand here before you, your future World Wrestling Federation Champion. And there is nothing any of you can do about it. For years I have fought through 'em all. In WCW, I took out the best they had to offer, and kept it coming. Nothing is going to stop the big, bad, booty daddy!"
Suddenly pyro's exploded all around the ring, much larger than the usual pyro's. Explosions began to surround the new Smackdown titantron, and the fist on the titanron lit on fire. Then Kane'so rgan music began to play and began to walk towards the top of the ramp. He held an axe in his hand, looking right into Stiner's eyes. He stood there, staring at the man. Stiner was unintimidated by Kane, which Kane respected...almost. Kane focused all of his rage and hatred towards the muscle bound man standing in the ring. Finally, Kane raised his arms and brought them down again, flame engulfing the ring, similar to the fire from an inferno match. Then, funeral music began to play, the Undertaker's old theme.
After a few moments, it began to become clear. Men dressed in black robes exited the titantron, carrying with them a large crate. They looked similar to the druids that once escorted the Undertaker to his matches. The ligths went dark, and a spotlight focused on Kane and the box. Kane lifted the axe in the air, then pointed to Stiner.
"This is for you." Kane said to himself, and then swung the axe at the box, evntually causing it to collapse...revealing a coffin.
Suddenly, Stiner didn't seem so calm anymore. He jumped out of the ring and ran towards Kane with the leadpipe. Stiner was finally scared. And he should be.
Stiner swung the pipe at Kane, but Kane simply grabbed the pipe with his right arm, and sending a massive left hook towards Stiner, knocking him down. Kane tossed the pipe behind him, smiling to himself.
Steiner got up and gave Kane a kick to the gut, which caused Kane to staggar.
And this was just the beginning.
The match continued, lingering on. Neither man gave ground to the other. Kane was the first to be busted open when he got smashed in the head with the ringbell. After a few more minutes, Stiner had his head busted open when he was slammed into the turnbuckle post.
At 15:30 into the match, fatigue was beginning to show. Both Kane and Steiner were bleeding heavily. Kane finally began to get a bit of an advantage, giving Stiner an irish whip into the ropes and giving him the big boot, knocking him down. The ref began to count, but stiner got up at the count of five. They continued fighting more, exchanging blows and strikes.
After a slugfest, Stiner spat into Kane's eye, temporarily blinding him for a few moments, which was all he needed. Stiner gave Kane a low blow, knocking Kane to his knee's. Stiner laughed at Kane, whiping blood from his own forhead. He looked at him. "Big red machine huh?" Stiner laughed and ran towards the ropes, attempting a powerful clothesline, only to have Kane leap towards him with his own clothesline, almost knocking Stiner's head off.
"You got that fucking right."
Then Kane picked Stiner up and lifed his body high above his own head in a military press. Kane held him up and laughed cruelly. "Say hello to Tazz for me."
"What?" Yelled Stiner, but it was too late. With immense strength, Kane threw Stiner towards the announcers table, and Tazz barely got out of the way in time before Stiner crashed through the table, hitting his head off of the ramp.Jim Ross was not so lucky, and was knocked out by one of Stiner's legs as it nailed his head.
Earl Hebner left the ring and began to make the count as Kane sat against the turnbuckle, getting rest.
"1...2...3...4...5" Hebner counted.
"Get up you son of a bitch." Kane said quietly, hoping to punish Stiner more.
"6..."
Stiners body began to twitch and he opened his eyes.
"7..."
He reached up to the ramp and grabbed it, using his strength to haul himself up."
"8..."
Stiner finally got up and looked at Kane. Kane laughed and stood up, walking towards the ropes so he could exit the ring.
Stiner then ran towards the titantron, and Kane chased him. Suddenly, Steiner seemed to trip over his own legs. Kane smiled and slowed down, grabbing a chair. It was time to punish the bastard some more.
Unfortionatly, it was a ploy, as Stiner simply feinted falling so he could grab his treasured lead pipe, and swing it with all of his might towards Kane's head. It hit Kane right in the temple, knocking him down to the ground. Blood flowed freely from Kane's head, and the world went black.
Stiner stood up and laughed, throwing the pipe down, and walked towards the titantron. Earl Hebner began to count, but that was just a formality as Kane's body lay on the ground, face up towards the lights.
"1...2...3...4...5...6..."
Then Kane's eyes opened wide, and he got up quickly, just like he and the Undertaker usually did. They both had amazing recuperative ability's, and both had a strong inner spirit that would not let them quit.
The crowd's cheers began to cause the arena to shake, and Kane stood. He walked towards Stiner, who was still celebrating his would be victory. Kane creeped up towards him, almost blinded by his own blood, but hate led his way. He could taste his own blood, and he was loving it.
"Who's the man huh? Who's the man?" Stiner yelled to the crowd, his back turned to them, only to feel two strong arms grab him from behind and lift him up, throwing him in a german suplex, causing him to land on his back on the steel of the ramp.
Kane then pulled Stiner up and lifted him up by the throat. He pulled Stiner's head towards his own, glaring into Stiner's eyes. Stiner stared into the eyes of Kane, and in those eyes he saw waht hell must be like. And then Stiner did the last thing anyone expected to...he screamed.
"I'm the man." Kane simply said, and then chokeslammed Stiner onto the ramp. He didn't wait for Hebner to start a count, but he began to open up the casket, only to see Stiner slowly get up. Kane shook his head and slammed the casket door shut. He walked towards Stiner, and then Stiner looked at him.
And then Stiner ran towards the Titantron set. He looked around for an escape, but there was none.
Except up. He began to climb the titantron screen. He yelled for help from someone, anyone. He looked down, only to see himself being followed by Kane. But all he could see were those eyes. Those glaring, hate filled eyes. Stiner climbed to the top of the first screen, and then crawled along the top rail of the titantron, grabbing a piece of it. Then he stood on the fist part of the screen, looking at Kane, who now stood before him. Kane began to attack him, but suddenly the blood loss from his head began to effect him, as his own blood began to run into his eyes. It distracted him for a split second, which was all Stiner needed. Stiner lifted the pipe and slammed Kane on the head with it, knocking him down to one knee. Then he hit him again, knocking him down on both knee's.
Smiling to himself and looking down towards the ramp, he smiled. He'd throw Kane off of it. That would cripple him. He looked at the leadpipe and smiled. Then he looked at his own muscles, kissing them.
Then Kane, using all of the strength he could muster, gave him an uppercut that literally shattered 5 of Stiner's ribs, causing Stiner to fall to his knee's. Kane stood and whiped the blood out of his eyes, glaring down at Stiner. Kane looked down below the fist on the titantron set, and smiled. He pulled Stiner up, putting his head under neith him, between his legs. Kane then lifted Stiner up into a powerbomb position.
Holding Stiner in the air, he walked towards the edge of the fist, until he was right above the coffin. Then he looked up at Stiner, who was holding his ribs in pain. He had no idea what was about to happen. Kane just laughed and looked at Stiner. "Give my regards to McMahon you son of a bitch!"
Then Kane lifted Stiner high above his head in the position for the last ride powerbomb. He helt that position for 5 seconds as Stiner realized what was about to happen. And he screamed. He screamed so loudly that it actually could be heard above the voice of the crowd.
And then Kane threw Stiner down through the top of the coffin, watching wood from the top of the coffin break apart into splinters. Blood began to flow from Stiner's head as his limp body twitched, almost every bone broken in his body.
Earl Hebner began to count, but it was only a formality. He reached 10, and then rang the bell. The crowd began to cheer, and the arena began to shake. But all Kane could see was the broken, prone, almost lifeless body of Scott Stiner as he began to twitch inside of the coffin that the Undertaker gave him to use against one of his enemies. Kane smiled, enjoying the moment. He savored it. Victory...ultimate victory. He was bleeding, he was hurt. He would probably need more staples in his head to stop the bleeding.
Fire exploded from the ring, and from all around the titantron. The fist on the titantron lit on fire around Kane in a symbolic way. Standing there, Kane looked like an avenging angel of death, or a demon of destruction, depending on the point of view.
Kane lifted one arm into the air in silent salute of the crowd as they went wild. Fuck RVD, Fuck the Rock. Fuck them all. Kane was the new top man in the World Wrestling Federation. The blood he was covered in was a baptisim. Now there was only one more thing to do.
********
He climbed down the titantron and walked towards the ring. While he stood there, he gestured for Tazz to give him the microphone. Tazz was more than happy to oblige.
Kane looked out towards the crowd and nodded. He lifted the microphone and spoke. "At No Mercy, Triple H, Austin, Jericho, Rock, we all have a date with destiny. We will see who the true champion is. Because at No Mercy, we will all be involved in the one match more violent, more bloody than Hell in A Cell. At No Mercy, we have a date with the Japanese Death Match." The Crowd then went ballistic, and Kane threw the microphone down. He lifed his arms above his head, and then brought them down, causing the ringposts to light aflame, and the ropes began to go aflame. And Kane stood in the center of a burning inferno...and he loved it.
(FINALLY, THE SNAKE HAS COME BACK...to Fanfiction.net! After a case of writers block I decided to finish this story. And just so you know, this story has to use the new Smackdown titantron set to be believable. Now, I know a lot has changed since I started writing this story, naemly the whole situation in the WWF. Triple H is injured, Kurt Angle is still a face, and Scott Stiner still sucks. I just included him here so you would see what could happen to him if he fought Kane. I promise to finish this story eventually so please be patient. Please R&R, feel free to e-mail me at snake_falcon@yahoo.com. Enjoy.)
Pyros exploded to begin WWF Smackdown. The music began to play, and the crowd went wild. They were acting as if they were about to see a Pay-Per-View event. Indeed, they were about to witness something close.
At ringside, the commentators were Tazz and Jim Ross. Michael Cole had the night off, and it was just as well. Tazz and JR nodded to each other and then began the commentary.
"Welcome to WWF Smackdown. I'm Jim Ross along with Tazz and tonight we have what could be the most brutal event on Smackdown since TLC III." Said Jim Ross wearing his black cowboy hat as usual.
"That's right good ol' JR because tonight, we get to see what may be the final fight between Scott Stiner and my man Kane." Tazz yelled. "After Stiner and friends crippled the Undertaker, Kane's gone bezerk. I mean he took out a lot of tough guys."
"And not only that, but Kane has been on a huge rampage that has taken out Kurt Angle, X-Factor, Bull Buchanan, Badass Billy Gun and the owner of the World Wrestling Federation, Vince McMahon."
"Yeah I think Kane went a bit to far throwing Vince McMahon through a ring, but hey I ain't gonna be telling him about that."
Jim Ross began to get serious. "Well last monday night on Raw, we saw two very significant events. First, the reformation of D-Generation X during a ladder match. However, DX is now down to two members thanks to Kane. The second significant event was Kane's victory in the ladder match, giving him the right to chooose the main event for No Mercy which he has vowed to announce here tonight after his last man standing match with Stiner."
Tazz nodded. "That one's going to be a huge slaughter. Hell, I don't think either of these two guys are gonna make it to No Mercy."
"And you may indeed be right Tazz. Last man Standing tonight. No interference, no countouts, no pinfalls, no submittions and no disqualifications. The match ends, when one man, or both men, are knocked onto the ground and cannot get up for the count of ten."
"I can tell you one thing now JR, matches like that take a lot out of you. Lots of guys who enter these matches come out different. They are never the same again. And tonight, one of these men are going to become just another victim of the Last Man Standing match."
*************
Scott Stiner stood in his locker room, flexing his muscles and staring himself in the mirror. He smiled, looking at himself. He was perfect. He had the perfect male body. His freaks would all be over him tonight. He was unbeatable. After taking Kane out, it didn't matter who they sent against him. They could send Austin, Triple H, Jericho and the Rock after him, and it wouldn't make a fucking difference. He was going to be the man tonight.
He felt a hand on his shoulders. A female hand. He smiled and turned to see Midjah, his favorite 'freak', a term he used for the women he would sleep with. He smiled to her. "Gonna get some gold baby."
Midjah had a look of concern on her face however. "Scott, you really should study Kane tonight. I mean, he's a monster."
Stiner just laughed. "Please. He's nothing."
Stiner heard a knock in the door and he opened it, seeing Mick Foley. Stiner smiled and shook his head. "Here to say good luck?"
Foley shook his head. "Nope, just coming to say nice knowing ya. Oh, by the way, I was talking to Shane McMahon, and I'm just letting you know, that if you lose tonight, not only do you lose your WWF Contract..."
Stiner growled. "WHAT?"
Foley smiled. "Oh did I forget to tell you that? My bad. But if you lose tonight, Shane will never accept you in WCW again. Have a nice day." Foley then left immedietly while Stiner began to smash things in his room.
*********
Sitting on his couch, Triple H waited by the telephone. He waited and waited. While he sat there waiting, he studied tapes of his opponents. He had spent hours earlier studying tapes. Studying tapes of Kane, studying tapes of the Rock, Austin, and that bastard of a man Chris Jericho. He learned their moves, learned their weaknesses. That was why they called him the Game, because he knew everything about the game and the people in it. And he knew the key to destroying Kane.
Stephanie studied him, trying to think about what was going on in his head. He had just lost Vince and Austin as allies, and yet he was happy as ever. She wondered why. His plans for the big DX-Reformation went up in smoke. All that was left was Stephanie and the Road Dogg. Yet he was smiling. Why would he be smiling at a time like this? Kane had all of the cards.
Finally, the phone rang and Triple H answered. He smiled. "Yeah? Yeah? Great. I'm glad." More silence. "Yeah I know you'll want payback." He chuckled. "It will be great to have you back man. See you on Raw." He hung up and looked to Stephanie and the Road Dogg. "Soon you guys will see. Very, very soon. Kane wants to play the game...well after No Mercy, lets just say this...'don't hate the player, hate the game."
*******
Austin waited in ancitipation for his match of the night. He paced back and forth, wondering what was going to happen. He had lost his partner Triple H, his mentor, Vince McMahon was gone. Hell, he had even lost the help of that little jackass Kurt Angle. He was all alone.
He smiled to himself after that, they were all against him. Debra, his wife. She was the reason Vince was uncomfortable around him all of that time. Austin just wanted to get to know Vince better, but it was the presence of his wife that pissed him off.
Yes...and then there were the others. They were all out to get him. The Rock, Kane, Triple H, Jericho, Foley, Booker T, Undertaker...they were all out to get Austin. He could see them in the back of his head, plotting against them. They all laughed at him, they took his title away from him.
Well he would be getting the last laugh. He didn't need anyone. He was Stone Cold Steve Austin, he didn't need help from anyone. And it was time to go after those who wronged him.
He could hear them again, laughing, They all spoke behind his back, accused him of cowardie. They lied to him. All of them. They tried to keep him from being the best. But he was Stone Cold Steve Austin. And he would back down from no one.
********
The stage was set, the matches had allready been finished. It was time for the main event. One of anticipation, and people knew they were going to see a brutal fight. No spectacular maneuvers, no amazing technical wrestling. This would be a war. And in the end, there would be only one.
Sirens began to sound, and the large muscle bound mammoth that was Scott Stiner began to walk down to ringside, armed with his lead pipe and the piece of chainmail that he wore on his head. Flexing muscles all over his body, and glaring out towards the crowd, most of them booing him, many of the ringside fans throwing drinks at him. He snarled at them and attempted to hit one with the lead pipe.
He entered the ring and grabbed a microphone, looking out over the crowd of weaklines, peons and idiots. They didn't appreciate true talent. None of them gave him the respect he deserved. But tonight, he would be the better man, as always. Tonight, he would be the last man standing.
And there was nothing anyone could do about it.
"Tonight, I stand here before you, your future World Wrestling Federation Champion. And there is nothing any of you can do about it. For years I have fought through 'em all. In WCW, I took out the best they had to offer, and kept it coming. Nothing is going to stop the big, bad, booty daddy!"
Suddenly pyro's exploded all around the ring, much larger than the usual pyro's. Explosions began to surround the new Smackdown titantron, and the fist on the titanron lit on fire. Then Kane'so rgan music began to play and began to walk towards the top of the ramp. He held an axe in his hand, looking right into Stiner's eyes. He stood there, staring at the man. Stiner was unintimidated by Kane, which Kane respected...almost. Kane focused all of his rage and hatred towards the muscle bound man standing in the ring. Finally, Kane raised his arms and brought them down again, flame engulfing the ring, similar to the fire from an inferno match. Then, funeral music began to play, the Undertaker's old theme.
After a few moments, it began to become clear. Men dressed in black robes exited the titantron, carrying with them a large crate. They looked similar to the druids that once escorted the Undertaker to his matches. The ligths went dark, and a spotlight focused on Kane and the box. Kane lifted the axe in the air, then pointed to Stiner.
"This is for you." Kane said to himself, and then swung the axe at the box, evntually causing it to collapse...revealing a coffin.
Suddenly, Stiner didn't seem so calm anymore. He jumped out of the ring and ran towards Kane with the leadpipe. Stiner was finally scared. And he should be.
Stiner swung the pipe at Kane, but Kane simply grabbed the pipe with his right arm, and sending a massive left hook towards Stiner, knocking him down. Kane tossed the pipe behind him, smiling to himself.
Steiner got up and gave Kane a kick to the gut, which caused Kane to staggar.
And this was just the beginning.
The match continued, lingering on. Neither man gave ground to the other. Kane was the first to be busted open when he got smashed in the head with the ringbell. After a few more minutes, Stiner had his head busted open when he was slammed into the turnbuckle post.
At 15:30 into the match, fatigue was beginning to show. Both Kane and Steiner were bleeding heavily. Kane finally began to get a bit of an advantage, giving Stiner an irish whip into the ropes and giving him the big boot, knocking him down. The ref began to count, but stiner got up at the count of five. They continued fighting more, exchanging blows and strikes.
After a slugfest, Stiner spat into Kane's eye, temporarily blinding him for a few moments, which was all he needed. Stiner gave Kane a low blow, knocking Kane to his knee's. Stiner laughed at Kane, whiping blood from his own forhead. He looked at him. "Big red machine huh?" Stiner laughed and ran towards the ropes, attempting a powerful clothesline, only to have Kane leap towards him with his own clothesline, almost knocking Stiner's head off.
"You got that fucking right."
Then Kane picked Stiner up and lifed his body high above his own head in a military press. Kane held him up and laughed cruelly. "Say hello to Tazz for me."
"What?" Yelled Stiner, but it was too late. With immense strength, Kane threw Stiner towards the announcers table, and Tazz barely got out of the way in time before Stiner crashed through the table, hitting his head off of the ramp.Jim Ross was not so lucky, and was knocked out by one of Stiner's legs as it nailed his head.
Earl Hebner left the ring and began to make the count as Kane sat against the turnbuckle, getting rest.
"1...2...3...4...5" Hebner counted.
"Get up you son of a bitch." Kane said quietly, hoping to punish Stiner more.
"6..."
Stiners body began to twitch and he opened his eyes.
"7..."
He reached up to the ramp and grabbed it, using his strength to haul himself up."
"8..."
Stiner finally got up and looked at Kane. Kane laughed and stood up, walking towards the ropes so he could exit the ring.
Stiner then ran towards the titantron, and Kane chased him. Suddenly, Steiner seemed to trip over his own legs. Kane smiled and slowed down, grabbing a chair. It was time to punish the bastard some more.
Unfortionatly, it was a ploy, as Stiner simply feinted falling so he could grab his treasured lead pipe, and swing it with all of his might towards Kane's head. It hit Kane right in the temple, knocking him down to the ground. Blood flowed freely from Kane's head, and the world went black.
Stiner stood up and laughed, throwing the pipe down, and walked towards the titantron. Earl Hebner began to count, but that was just a formality as Kane's body lay on the ground, face up towards the lights.
"1...2...3...4...5...6..."
Then Kane's eyes opened wide, and he got up quickly, just like he and the Undertaker usually did. They both had amazing recuperative ability's, and both had a strong inner spirit that would not let them quit.
The crowd's cheers began to cause the arena to shake, and Kane stood. He walked towards Stiner, who was still celebrating his would be victory. Kane creeped up towards him, almost blinded by his own blood, but hate led his way. He could taste his own blood, and he was loving it.
"Who's the man huh? Who's the man?" Stiner yelled to the crowd, his back turned to them, only to feel two strong arms grab him from behind and lift him up, throwing him in a german suplex, causing him to land on his back on the steel of the ramp.
Kane then pulled Stiner up and lifted him up by the throat. He pulled Stiner's head towards his own, glaring into Stiner's eyes. Stiner stared into the eyes of Kane, and in those eyes he saw waht hell must be like. And then Stiner did the last thing anyone expected to...he screamed.
"I'm the man." Kane simply said, and then chokeslammed Stiner onto the ramp. He didn't wait for Hebner to start a count, but he began to open up the casket, only to see Stiner slowly get up. Kane shook his head and slammed the casket door shut. He walked towards Stiner, and then Stiner looked at him.
And then Stiner ran towards the Titantron set. He looked around for an escape, but there was none.
Except up. He began to climb the titantron screen. He yelled for help from someone, anyone. He looked down, only to see himself being followed by Kane. But all he could see were those eyes. Those glaring, hate filled eyes. Stiner climbed to the top of the first screen, and then crawled along the top rail of the titantron, grabbing a piece of it. Then he stood on the fist part of the screen, looking at Kane, who now stood before him. Kane began to attack him, but suddenly the blood loss from his head began to effect him, as his own blood began to run into his eyes. It distracted him for a split second, which was all Stiner needed. Stiner lifted the pipe and slammed Kane on the head with it, knocking him down to one knee. Then he hit him again, knocking him down on both knee's.
Smiling to himself and looking down towards the ramp, he smiled. He'd throw Kane off of it. That would cripple him. He looked at the leadpipe and smiled. Then he looked at his own muscles, kissing them.
Then Kane, using all of the strength he could muster, gave him an uppercut that literally shattered 5 of Stiner's ribs, causing Stiner to fall to his knee's. Kane stood and whiped the blood out of his eyes, glaring down at Stiner. Kane looked down below the fist on the titantron set, and smiled. He pulled Stiner up, putting his head under neith him, between his legs. Kane then lifted Stiner up into a powerbomb position.
Holding Stiner in the air, he walked towards the edge of the fist, until he was right above the coffin. Then he looked up at Stiner, who was holding his ribs in pain. He had no idea what was about to happen. Kane just laughed and looked at Stiner. "Give my regards to McMahon you son of a bitch!"
Then Kane lifted Stiner high above his head in the position for the last ride powerbomb. He helt that position for 5 seconds as Stiner realized what was about to happen. And he screamed. He screamed so loudly that it actually could be heard above the voice of the crowd.
And then Kane threw Stiner down through the top of the coffin, watching wood from the top of the coffin break apart into splinters. Blood began to flow from Stiner's head as his limp body twitched, almost every bone broken in his body.
Earl Hebner began to count, but it was only a formality. He reached 10, and then rang the bell. The crowd began to cheer, and the arena began to shake. But all Kane could see was the broken, prone, almost lifeless body of Scott Stiner as he began to twitch inside of the coffin that the Undertaker gave him to use against one of his enemies. Kane smiled, enjoying the moment. He savored it. Victory...ultimate victory. He was bleeding, he was hurt. He would probably need more staples in his head to stop the bleeding.
Fire exploded from the ring, and from all around the titantron. The fist on the titantron lit on fire around Kane in a symbolic way. Standing there, Kane looked like an avenging angel of death, or a demon of destruction, depending on the point of view.
Kane lifted one arm into the air in silent salute of the crowd as they went wild. Fuck RVD, Fuck the Rock. Fuck them all. Kane was the new top man in the World Wrestling Federation. The blood he was covered in was a baptisim. Now there was only one more thing to do.
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He climbed down the titantron and walked towards the ring. While he stood there, he gestured for Tazz to give him the microphone. Tazz was more than happy to oblige.
Kane looked out towards the crowd and nodded. He lifted the microphone and spoke. "At No Mercy, Triple H, Austin, Jericho, Rock, we all have a date with destiny. We will see who the true champion is. Because at No Mercy, we will all be involved in the one match more violent, more bloody than Hell in A Cell. At No Mercy, we have a date with the Japanese Death Match." The Crowd then went ballistic, and Kane threw the microphone down. He lifed his arms above his head, and then brought them down, causing the ringposts to light aflame, and the ropes began to go aflame. And Kane stood in the center of a burning inferno...and he loved it.