Chapter 10 - The Unexpected
(After another haitus, the story is back in motion. Please R&R, and send me e-mails about what you think of this chapter. As always, the e-mail is snake_falcon@yahoo.com enjoy)
The arena was special tonight. The arena was infamous. The arena itself was creepy, dark and moody in a few areas, no matter how many lights and specical effects were there, it was a dark area.
Here in the Igloo in Pittsburg, the home of WWF Superstar Kurt Angle, who had been recently injured at the hands of Kane, many fameous WWF Pay Per Views were shown.
It was where the Undertaker thew Mick Foley off of the Hell in the Cell.
It was empty now, but it would soon be flooded with fans from all accross Pittsburg, waiting to see what would develop. With the Japanese Death Match coming up, the fans didn't know what to expect.
Standing in the middle of the ring, Kane watched as the titantron began to be set up, remembering his title win over Stone Cold Steve Austin in a first blood match. Austin had been a different man then, the raging redneck. Kane could barely deal with the man's offence enough. Kane was much less experienced then, and Kane was always stronger than Austin, but the man had heart. And Kane beat him.
What Kane did regret was letting Vince McMahon manipulate him into signing the contract to set himself on fire. Looking back, and thinking about how much he had bled during the last few weeks, and how much he had been busted open, he was too confident, too aggressive. And he underestimated Austin's will to win.
He underestimated it again when Austin beat him the next day.
Tonight was the rematch from King of the Ring 98. First Blood against Stone Cold Steve Austin. The one on one match he had wanted months ago, but it was not the Stone Cold he fought back in 98. This Stone Cold was colder, ruthless, parranoid.
What happened to make him like that?
Kane felt a tap on his shoulder and looked down at Mick Foley, nodding. "Mick."
"Kane...I need you to do me a favor for the next Pay Per View. We also have a Hell in a Cell coming up between the Hardyz and the Dudleyz...I want you to give Jeff and Matt some caution about it."
Kane looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Why me? You know a lot more about Hell in a Cell than I do."
Mick sighed. "I'm getting too busy for this Kane. I allready have to worry about the injuries being caused in your matches, much less the Japanese Death Match coming up! And you know how Jeff is, I want you to try to talk some sence into them."
Kane still didn't understand, tilting his head towards Mick.
"Well look, you've been on a big winning streak lately, and those two are starting to admire you. Please, just make sure they don't do anything stupid!"
Kane sighed, looking around as people began to set up the titantron screen for Raw is War. "I'll see what I can do."
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He sat in his room, his vest directly accross from him. He could hear the screams from the crowd as they began to cheer on the Rock...the man he beat at Wrestlemania. The man who replaced him while he was gone. The cheers that used to be for him, now belonged to the Rock and Kane. How dare they steal his thunder?
'That's because you've become a jackass...'
"SHUT UP!" Austin yelled, looking around, but there was no one in the room. He sneered and stood up, yelling out loud. "Come on, you want a piece of old Stone Cold?"
'But you aren't the old Stone Cold. You're an imposter' he heard in his head, looking around. Where was that voice coming from.
"Come out and fight jackass! That you Kane? I'm ready for you boy!" He yelled out.
***********
Outside of his locker room, his wife, Debra, whiped a tear from her eye. He had been going on another of his rants earlier, and now hearing him like this was beginning to tear her apart. What was happening to her Austin?
She turned around, and began to walk toward Mick, wondering if she should tell him. But what would she tell him?
"Who keeps yelling at me?" Austin yelled from his room, and Debra just walked away sadly.
**********
"So you are on your way? Great man! Can't wait to see ya again! Yeah I know you can't wait for a piece of him. Later." And Triple H hung up his cellular phone, smiling to himself. Everything was falling into place. Austin and Kane would weaken each other tonight. He himself was scheduled in a tag match against the Rock and Jericho, with the Road Dogg as his partner.
It didn't matter to him. The Re-enforcement he brought in would more than help even things out. Of course, Hunter had little use for him other than that. He would work to include him into the Japanese Death Match, mostly as a way to take care of the Rock and Austin. But he himself would deal the final blow to Kane.
Most people would underestimate Kane, and what he would do. Triple H would do no such thing. His plans would work. They had to.
Looking at Michael Cole as he entered the room, Triple H stood up and looked down at the camera, his sneer and contempt showing fully.
"At No Mercy, we will all be involved in a Japanese Death Match. It will be a first for all of us. But a match just the same. And it will be a match that I will win. Kane, you have managed to beat everyone who has gone in your way. But you are new to this Game. You don't have what it takes, to beat me Kane! You don't have the guts to face me one on one. But that's fine, if you want it to be a melee battle, then so be it. You WILL LEARN, to respect me Kane. You will know that I am the better man."
"This all started with the first man to find out, your brother, the Undertaker. When Austin, Steiner and I destroyed him in the middle of the ring. Then you went out destroying the pawns. Steiner, X-Pac, Angle, Albert, even McMahon. They all fell before you. But the falling will stop at No Mercy. You are good Kane, but not that good. As far as the Rock, Austin, Jericho..I've beaten them all. I've beaten them in many matches of all kinds. I've fought the most brutal wars of my careers with them. And at No Mercy, I just have to add you to the list of victims of my game."
"Remember Kane, in the end, I WILL be the World Wrestling Federation Champion. There is no place, for second best."
**********
Kane entered the locker room, seeing Jeff hardy nurse an injured arm from his last match. Kane tapped his shoulder, nodding to him. "You recovered quickly from your beating from Steiner."
"Thanks Kane." Jeff said, and he continued looking at the TV. Kane turned towards it, and it was the first Hell in the Cell, with the Undertaker against Shawn Michaels. Where Kane made his debt. "you know, we've taken the Dudley's in every match imaginable...except this one. I can't wait man. it's gonna be a rush..."
Kane smirked under the mask nad nodded. "Yeah, you just have to remember to watch yourself in there. I'll show you guys some things my brother taught me about Hell in the Cell."
And they talked for half an hour, until Kane had to go back to his interview segmant.
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"What in the blue hell where you thinking Jericho?" The Rock yelled, throwing a chair down onto the ground in the locker room after their match. Jericho had the Road Dogg in the walls of jericho, but opted to go after Stephanie while the Rock was being attacked by Triple H. the Road Dog recovered, and put Jericho in a schoolboy, getting the pinfall victory.
"Look, you know exactly how annoying that little bitch can be, so don't go yelling at me about it!" Jericho yelled, with other wrestlers starting to circle around them. The Rock raised his eyebrow, wondering what was starting to get into Jericho.
"Well the Rock just wants you to know that the next time you and the billion dollar slut want to see each other, why don't you two get a cheap hotel room instead of costing the Rock the damn match!" The Rock yelled, and then Jericho twitched, moving closer, facing the Rock, looking at him in the eyes.
"What did you just say?" Jericho said, rage beginning to heat up in his face.
"The Rock has been seeing the way you look at her, and the Rock sees that you go after her costing you match after match after match. It's your weakness. Don't go screwing around during the Rocks matches."
Jericho just walked out of the locker room, but at the door he looked back at the Rock. "Yeah, well lets see me screw up at No Mercy."
The Rock just snickered. "Just bring it Jericho."
**********
He put on his black vest with the red skull and letters on it as he prepared for his match, looking himself in the mirror as he prepared for his first blood match with Kane. He was still better than Kane...he knew it.
'You are absolutely pathetic you know that?' He heard, but he just yelled back.
"Yeah what would you know?" He yelled and stood up, picking up some brass knuckles and putting them in his tights. He'd win this match all right.
'Brass Knuckles? Only a wimpy jackass would use those.' He heard and then he spun around and picked up a chair, throwing it accross the room.
"Don't call me that! My name is Stone Cold Steve Austin and I don't deserve this harassment."
Looking in the mirror again, he could see himself. Only it wasn't himself. The mirror image was not wearing the black and red 'bionic redneck' vest, but the old black and white '101 proof' vest, and the image was smiling at him.
'You are a pathetic shell of me. You are a disgrace. You shouldn't even be wearing that belt. Look at ya, your pathetic.'
"Shut up!"
'You couldn't even beat Chris Jericho and Benoit without help, and the Undertaker? Hah. I've beaten him without the use of weapons before. It was a tough fight, but that's the way I like it. Not like you, some pathetic weasal looking for any win.'
"SHUT UP!"
'What? You aren't even an ounce of the fighter I am. You are just a bald wimpy version of Vince McMahon. You are old, weak, a shell.'
"SHUT UP!!!"
'And that's the bottom line, 'cause Stone Cold said so!'
"SHUT UP!!!!!!" Austin yelled and threw a chair into the mirror, shattering it. The pieces fell to the floor and Austin looked down, and it was his own image looking back at him, with the red and black vest.
"I know who I am." Austin yelled and exited his locker room.
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Kane entered the ring after the usual pyro's, waiting for his opponent to come down to the ring. Kane looked around the ring, and he noticed a lot more Kane signs in the crowd. He smiled to himself under the mask, the hunger growing inside of him again.
It was time to avenge his loss. It was time to prove he was the better man.
It wasn't long, the glass shattered and the familiar music began to fill the arena as Ausin walked towards the ring. Kane climbed over the top rope and walked towards Austin, as they began to exchange punches.
Kane began to get the better of the exchange, throwing Austin back a few steps. Kane then picked him up and bodyslamed him onto the ramp. Austin could feel the impact of the metal on his back, and yelled out in pain. He threw a wild punch into the air, catching Kane in the throat, sending him staggaring back.
Austin jumped towards Kane with a clothesline, throwing him back. Austin then kicked Kane, but Kane grabbed his leg and threw him down to the steel again. Kane then turned around and walked towards the announcers table picking up a ringbell. He ran towards Austin, attempting to finish it early, but then something changed inside of Austin, and his eyes looked compleatly different as Austin jumped up towards Kane with the Lou Thez Press, repeatedly punching Kane in the head. Kane pushed him off and growled, but Austin got right back up and gave him 2 middle fingers.
Giving Kane a moment to nail him in the face with a discus punch, knowking Austin back more. The look in the eyes was gone. Kane let it go though, and grabbed Austin by the throat, slamming him down onto the pads. Austin writhed in pain and began to crawl towards the ring.
And then Triple H's theme hit, and Kane turned around towards the Titantron, seeing Triple H there, standing with a sledgehammer. Kane sneered under the mask and walked towards Triple H, but then he heard some sound behind him.
He looked down at the ground, and Austin was unconscious, on the ground. Kane then looked to his right and he could see a figure he had not seen in a long time.
Shawn Michaels had returned to the World Wrestling Federation.
Kane sneered and walked towards him, only to feel a sharp pain at the back of his head as Triple H hit him with a sledgehammer. Then he saw a blur. Taking advantage, Shawn Michaels nailed Kane in the face with his patented finisher, the Sweet Chin Music Superkick, knocking Kane down. Kane felt almost unconscious. And Triple H smiled, then he grabbed Kane by the hair, and pulled his head between his legs. Shawn Michaels set a chair on the mat, and Triple H pedigreed Kane onto the chair, knocking him out, and busting his head open. The blood poured all over the chair, and the ref called for the bell. Austin won the match.
Michaels then went to assault Austin and talk trash. He wanted to avenge his Wrestlemania 14 defeat at the hands of Stone Cold Steve Austin. But Triple H didn't care. Michaels would be able to cover his back during the match.
Triple H smirked and set the sledge down beside Kane's head as a reminder to him when he regained consciousness. "Game set and match." Triple H simply said and then headed towards the titantron, smirking.
This game was just beginning.
(After another haitus, the story is back in motion. Please R&R, and send me e-mails about what you think of this chapter. As always, the e-mail is snake_falcon@yahoo.com enjoy)
The arena was special tonight. The arena was infamous. The arena itself was creepy, dark and moody in a few areas, no matter how many lights and specical effects were there, it was a dark area.
Here in the Igloo in Pittsburg, the home of WWF Superstar Kurt Angle, who had been recently injured at the hands of Kane, many fameous WWF Pay Per Views were shown.
It was where the Undertaker thew Mick Foley off of the Hell in the Cell.
It was empty now, but it would soon be flooded with fans from all accross Pittsburg, waiting to see what would develop. With the Japanese Death Match coming up, the fans didn't know what to expect.
Standing in the middle of the ring, Kane watched as the titantron began to be set up, remembering his title win over Stone Cold Steve Austin in a first blood match. Austin had been a different man then, the raging redneck. Kane could barely deal with the man's offence enough. Kane was much less experienced then, and Kane was always stronger than Austin, but the man had heart. And Kane beat him.
What Kane did regret was letting Vince McMahon manipulate him into signing the contract to set himself on fire. Looking back, and thinking about how much he had bled during the last few weeks, and how much he had been busted open, he was too confident, too aggressive. And he underestimated Austin's will to win.
He underestimated it again when Austin beat him the next day.
Tonight was the rematch from King of the Ring 98. First Blood against Stone Cold Steve Austin. The one on one match he had wanted months ago, but it was not the Stone Cold he fought back in 98. This Stone Cold was colder, ruthless, parranoid.
What happened to make him like that?
Kane felt a tap on his shoulder and looked down at Mick Foley, nodding. "Mick."
"Kane...I need you to do me a favor for the next Pay Per View. We also have a Hell in a Cell coming up between the Hardyz and the Dudleyz...I want you to give Jeff and Matt some caution about it."
Kane looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Why me? You know a lot more about Hell in a Cell than I do."
Mick sighed. "I'm getting too busy for this Kane. I allready have to worry about the injuries being caused in your matches, much less the Japanese Death Match coming up! And you know how Jeff is, I want you to try to talk some sence into them."
Kane still didn't understand, tilting his head towards Mick.
"Well look, you've been on a big winning streak lately, and those two are starting to admire you. Please, just make sure they don't do anything stupid!"
Kane sighed, looking around as people began to set up the titantron screen for Raw is War. "I'll see what I can do."
**********
He sat in his room, his vest directly accross from him. He could hear the screams from the crowd as they began to cheer on the Rock...the man he beat at Wrestlemania. The man who replaced him while he was gone. The cheers that used to be for him, now belonged to the Rock and Kane. How dare they steal his thunder?
'That's because you've become a jackass...'
"SHUT UP!" Austin yelled, looking around, but there was no one in the room. He sneered and stood up, yelling out loud. "Come on, you want a piece of old Stone Cold?"
'But you aren't the old Stone Cold. You're an imposter' he heard in his head, looking around. Where was that voice coming from.
"Come out and fight jackass! That you Kane? I'm ready for you boy!" He yelled out.
***********
Outside of his locker room, his wife, Debra, whiped a tear from her eye. He had been going on another of his rants earlier, and now hearing him like this was beginning to tear her apart. What was happening to her Austin?
She turned around, and began to walk toward Mick, wondering if she should tell him. But what would she tell him?
"Who keeps yelling at me?" Austin yelled from his room, and Debra just walked away sadly.
**********
"So you are on your way? Great man! Can't wait to see ya again! Yeah I know you can't wait for a piece of him. Later." And Triple H hung up his cellular phone, smiling to himself. Everything was falling into place. Austin and Kane would weaken each other tonight. He himself was scheduled in a tag match against the Rock and Jericho, with the Road Dogg as his partner.
It didn't matter to him. The Re-enforcement he brought in would more than help even things out. Of course, Hunter had little use for him other than that. He would work to include him into the Japanese Death Match, mostly as a way to take care of the Rock and Austin. But he himself would deal the final blow to Kane.
Most people would underestimate Kane, and what he would do. Triple H would do no such thing. His plans would work. They had to.
Looking at Michael Cole as he entered the room, Triple H stood up and looked down at the camera, his sneer and contempt showing fully.
"At No Mercy, we will all be involved in a Japanese Death Match. It will be a first for all of us. But a match just the same. And it will be a match that I will win. Kane, you have managed to beat everyone who has gone in your way. But you are new to this Game. You don't have what it takes, to beat me Kane! You don't have the guts to face me one on one. But that's fine, if you want it to be a melee battle, then so be it. You WILL LEARN, to respect me Kane. You will know that I am the better man."
"This all started with the first man to find out, your brother, the Undertaker. When Austin, Steiner and I destroyed him in the middle of the ring. Then you went out destroying the pawns. Steiner, X-Pac, Angle, Albert, even McMahon. They all fell before you. But the falling will stop at No Mercy. You are good Kane, but not that good. As far as the Rock, Austin, Jericho..I've beaten them all. I've beaten them in many matches of all kinds. I've fought the most brutal wars of my careers with them. And at No Mercy, I just have to add you to the list of victims of my game."
"Remember Kane, in the end, I WILL be the World Wrestling Federation Champion. There is no place, for second best."
**********
Kane entered the locker room, seeing Jeff hardy nurse an injured arm from his last match. Kane tapped his shoulder, nodding to him. "You recovered quickly from your beating from Steiner."
"Thanks Kane." Jeff said, and he continued looking at the TV. Kane turned towards it, and it was the first Hell in the Cell, with the Undertaker against Shawn Michaels. Where Kane made his debt. "you know, we've taken the Dudley's in every match imaginable...except this one. I can't wait man. it's gonna be a rush..."
Kane smirked under the mask nad nodded. "Yeah, you just have to remember to watch yourself in there. I'll show you guys some things my brother taught me about Hell in the Cell."
And they talked for half an hour, until Kane had to go back to his interview segmant.
***********
"What in the blue hell where you thinking Jericho?" The Rock yelled, throwing a chair down onto the ground in the locker room after their match. Jericho had the Road Dogg in the walls of jericho, but opted to go after Stephanie while the Rock was being attacked by Triple H. the Road Dog recovered, and put Jericho in a schoolboy, getting the pinfall victory.
"Look, you know exactly how annoying that little bitch can be, so don't go yelling at me about it!" Jericho yelled, with other wrestlers starting to circle around them. The Rock raised his eyebrow, wondering what was starting to get into Jericho.
"Well the Rock just wants you to know that the next time you and the billion dollar slut want to see each other, why don't you two get a cheap hotel room instead of costing the Rock the damn match!" The Rock yelled, and then Jericho twitched, moving closer, facing the Rock, looking at him in the eyes.
"What did you just say?" Jericho said, rage beginning to heat up in his face.
"The Rock has been seeing the way you look at her, and the Rock sees that you go after her costing you match after match after match. It's your weakness. Don't go screwing around during the Rocks matches."
Jericho just walked out of the locker room, but at the door he looked back at the Rock. "Yeah, well lets see me screw up at No Mercy."
The Rock just snickered. "Just bring it Jericho."
**********
He put on his black vest with the red skull and letters on it as he prepared for his match, looking himself in the mirror as he prepared for his first blood match with Kane. He was still better than Kane...he knew it.
'You are absolutely pathetic you know that?' He heard, but he just yelled back.
"Yeah what would you know?" He yelled and stood up, picking up some brass knuckles and putting them in his tights. He'd win this match all right.
'Brass Knuckles? Only a wimpy jackass would use those.' He heard and then he spun around and picked up a chair, throwing it accross the room.
"Don't call me that! My name is Stone Cold Steve Austin and I don't deserve this harassment."
Looking in the mirror again, he could see himself. Only it wasn't himself. The mirror image was not wearing the black and red 'bionic redneck' vest, but the old black and white '101 proof' vest, and the image was smiling at him.
'You are a pathetic shell of me. You are a disgrace. You shouldn't even be wearing that belt. Look at ya, your pathetic.'
"Shut up!"
'You couldn't even beat Chris Jericho and Benoit without help, and the Undertaker? Hah. I've beaten him without the use of weapons before. It was a tough fight, but that's the way I like it. Not like you, some pathetic weasal looking for any win.'
"SHUT UP!"
'What? You aren't even an ounce of the fighter I am. You are just a bald wimpy version of Vince McMahon. You are old, weak, a shell.'
"SHUT UP!!!"
'And that's the bottom line, 'cause Stone Cold said so!'
"SHUT UP!!!!!!" Austin yelled and threw a chair into the mirror, shattering it. The pieces fell to the floor and Austin looked down, and it was his own image looking back at him, with the red and black vest.
"I know who I am." Austin yelled and exited his locker room.
***********
Kane entered the ring after the usual pyro's, waiting for his opponent to come down to the ring. Kane looked around the ring, and he noticed a lot more Kane signs in the crowd. He smiled to himself under the mask, the hunger growing inside of him again.
It was time to avenge his loss. It was time to prove he was the better man.
It wasn't long, the glass shattered and the familiar music began to fill the arena as Ausin walked towards the ring. Kane climbed over the top rope and walked towards Austin, as they began to exchange punches.
Kane began to get the better of the exchange, throwing Austin back a few steps. Kane then picked him up and bodyslamed him onto the ramp. Austin could feel the impact of the metal on his back, and yelled out in pain. He threw a wild punch into the air, catching Kane in the throat, sending him staggaring back.
Austin jumped towards Kane with a clothesline, throwing him back. Austin then kicked Kane, but Kane grabbed his leg and threw him down to the steel again. Kane then turned around and walked towards the announcers table picking up a ringbell. He ran towards Austin, attempting to finish it early, but then something changed inside of Austin, and his eyes looked compleatly different as Austin jumped up towards Kane with the Lou Thez Press, repeatedly punching Kane in the head. Kane pushed him off and growled, but Austin got right back up and gave him 2 middle fingers.
Giving Kane a moment to nail him in the face with a discus punch, knowking Austin back more. The look in the eyes was gone. Kane let it go though, and grabbed Austin by the throat, slamming him down onto the pads. Austin writhed in pain and began to crawl towards the ring.
And then Triple H's theme hit, and Kane turned around towards the Titantron, seeing Triple H there, standing with a sledgehammer. Kane sneered under the mask and walked towards Triple H, but then he heard some sound behind him.
He looked down at the ground, and Austin was unconscious, on the ground. Kane then looked to his right and he could see a figure he had not seen in a long time.
Shawn Michaels had returned to the World Wrestling Federation.
Kane sneered and walked towards him, only to feel a sharp pain at the back of his head as Triple H hit him with a sledgehammer. Then he saw a blur. Taking advantage, Shawn Michaels nailed Kane in the face with his patented finisher, the Sweet Chin Music Superkick, knocking Kane down. Kane felt almost unconscious. And Triple H smiled, then he grabbed Kane by the hair, and pulled his head between his legs. Shawn Michaels set a chair on the mat, and Triple H pedigreed Kane onto the chair, knocking him out, and busting his head open. The blood poured all over the chair, and the ref called for the bell. Austin won the match.
Michaels then went to assault Austin and talk trash. He wanted to avenge his Wrestlemania 14 defeat at the hands of Stone Cold Steve Austin. But Triple H didn't care. Michaels would be able to cover his back during the match.
Triple H smirked and set the sledge down beside Kane's head as a reminder to him when he regained consciousness. "Game set and match." Triple H simply said and then headed towards the titantron, smirking.
This game was just beginning.