Kay, the second part is up! Yay, I'm doing good with this whole giving
myself deadlines. Anyway, something I forgot to mention in chapter 1. The
first two sets of lyrics are from Creed's 'My Own Prison' and then the last
set is from Our Lady Peace's 'Not Enough'. Phew, just hadta get that out.
Enjoy!
{Silence now the sound
{My breath the only motion around
{Demons cluttering around
{My face showing no emotion
From floor to ceiling. 36 yards wide. Pure steel. No give. 4 cages. Every five minutes. Entirely random.
"Yeah right." Kane scoffed after hearing the description for the millionth time in a week. Everybody knows that it's rigged and everybody knows that it'll break sooner or later. It's going to. It has to. Right?
He nodded to himself in the mirror and secured the mask to his face. He wondered briefly how the other five would cover up the fact that they were scared out of their minds. He had his mask. They had nothing.
"Ya know, anybody can tell when you're thinking so cynically." A voice from behind him cut into his thoughts.
"And why is that?" Kane asked without having to turn around. He didn't need to. From the voice he could tell that it was the Hurricane.
"You get this almost evil look on your face." He answered.
"But I'm wearing a mask."
The Hurricane grinned as he stood next to him. "Then you need to get a new mask because that one's freaking me out."
"This is definitely what I need right now." Kane muttered. "A guy who reads comic books telling me that I need a new mask."
"They're educational." He tried defensively as Kane began pacing around the locker room they shared. "Um Kane, you wanna sit down? You're kinda making me sick."
"I'm making myself sick." Kane grumbled, forcing himself to sit down.
The Hurricane looked around the room a minute and turned back when he heard the sighing. "Hey big guy, don't worry. You're going to do fine." He thought quickly. "So who are you going to go after first?"
"First person I can get my hands on." Was his immediate response.
"Okay." The Hurricane responded, letting out his breath slowly. "Wouldn't want to be in the chamber with you; that's all I gotta say."
"I think that was kinda a compliment." Kane responded. There was silence, then: "Shane, do you think I could have some time to myself?"
"Not a problem. Good luck out there and be careful." He instructed before leaving the room.
Kane nodded to the closed door and got up slowly. He sidestepped the action figures and comic books and made his way over to the mirror that hung almost crookedly above the sink on the wall.
{Shackled by my sentence
{Expecting no return
{Here there is no penance
{My skin begins to burn
He unsnapped his mask from the back and lifted it up slowly. He started from the top corner and took it off. Little by little his face was beginning to show. He removed it completely and set it on the sink and looked at his reflection.
There was nothing actually wrong with it. No burns, or even a scar he noted silently. He may have had shadows around his eyes and his skin was paler then normal, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Kane splashed some cold water on his face and dried it off completely before carefully putting his mask back on.
This is going to be the match of a lifetime. The number one match of 2002, hell maybe even the decade. No doubt about it. But of course people were bound to get hurt, wasn't that always a given. Be it Hunter with his knee or Shawn with his back, someone was going to be leaving the Madison Square Garden ring on a stretcher.
But not me, Kane decided. All six of them have been training for this match for the past couple of weeks. They went over the moves and sequences hundreds of times with Bischoff and the trainers so that nothing would go wrong.
"But it always does." Kane muttered out loud. He knew that it was morbid thinking on his part but he couldn't help it. He was a morbid person. Actually, that wasn't true either. Well, maybe he was a little, but not so to the point where he'd be doing stuff like wearing all black and slitting his wrists. That was just creepy.
He looked up as there was a knock on the door and was about to tell them to go away when it opened, revealing a very small and timid looking Terri.
"Can I come in?" She asked cautiously.
"Sure."
She stepped into the messy room and took one look at him when she got a worried look on her face. "Are you alright? You look like you're ready to faint at any given moment." He didn't answer and she took his by the arm and led him over to the couch. "Sit down." He did. "Now talk to me."
"About what?" Kane asked, feeling slightly confused over the whole situation.
"Anything you want." Terri responded, holding her arms out, palms up. "Anything you want to get off your chest? Worries about tonight? Worries about anything in general?" She supplied. "I mean hell, even if ya wanna talk about what's going on in the Federation, well I'm up to that too."
He gave her a small smile and she motioned for him to let it out. "Alright, I am worried about the match tonight. I don' t want anything to go wrong because it would be devastating for any six of us. I don't want to be the cause of anyone's mishap either because then that's something I'd have to live with."
"But stuff has happened in the past and you haven't dwelled on that." He remained silent. "Honey, please don't tell me that you dwell on every single thing that goes wrong that you were involved with."
"A little."
Terri gave him a motherly look that clearly read he was in trouble. "Do you realize how not letting everything out isn't very healthy for you?"
"Thanks Dr. Terri." Kane muttered sarcastically.
"I'm just trying to help you out here." Terri responded evenly, putting her hands on her hips. "Besides, I really don't want you to go out there and be a madman."
"Why?" Kane countered.
She smiled. "Because then there goes the other top five superstars that Raw has to offer." She looked down as her pager began to beep and looked at him apologetically. "I have to go." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him briefly on the cheek. "Don't be afraid to let it out and you'll do fine." She assured. "I'll see you after."
He nodded and watched as she left the room. Sighing, he walked back over to the mirror and punched it as hard as he could, sending shards of glass flying over everything.
"There." He muttered. "It's all out."
{Nothing left to face
{Nothing left to lose
{Nothing takes your place
Read and Review please. I'm trying to type this w/ my dog lounged on my lap; it's hard. Here's the schedule of who's coming out when:
Monday: Chris Jericho
Tuesday: Kane
Wednesday: Rob Van Dam
Thursday: Booker T
Friday: Shawn Michaels
Saturday: Triple H
Sunday: A little ending chapter.
So there ya go. Now you know when to expect what!
{Silence now the sound
{My breath the only motion around
{Demons cluttering around
{My face showing no emotion
From floor to ceiling. 36 yards wide. Pure steel. No give. 4 cages. Every five minutes. Entirely random.
"Yeah right." Kane scoffed after hearing the description for the millionth time in a week. Everybody knows that it's rigged and everybody knows that it'll break sooner or later. It's going to. It has to. Right?
He nodded to himself in the mirror and secured the mask to his face. He wondered briefly how the other five would cover up the fact that they were scared out of their minds. He had his mask. They had nothing.
"Ya know, anybody can tell when you're thinking so cynically." A voice from behind him cut into his thoughts.
"And why is that?" Kane asked without having to turn around. He didn't need to. From the voice he could tell that it was the Hurricane.
"You get this almost evil look on your face." He answered.
"But I'm wearing a mask."
The Hurricane grinned as he stood next to him. "Then you need to get a new mask because that one's freaking me out."
"This is definitely what I need right now." Kane muttered. "A guy who reads comic books telling me that I need a new mask."
"They're educational." He tried defensively as Kane began pacing around the locker room they shared. "Um Kane, you wanna sit down? You're kinda making me sick."
"I'm making myself sick." Kane grumbled, forcing himself to sit down.
The Hurricane looked around the room a minute and turned back when he heard the sighing. "Hey big guy, don't worry. You're going to do fine." He thought quickly. "So who are you going to go after first?"
"First person I can get my hands on." Was his immediate response.
"Okay." The Hurricane responded, letting out his breath slowly. "Wouldn't want to be in the chamber with you; that's all I gotta say."
"I think that was kinda a compliment." Kane responded. There was silence, then: "Shane, do you think I could have some time to myself?"
"Not a problem. Good luck out there and be careful." He instructed before leaving the room.
Kane nodded to the closed door and got up slowly. He sidestepped the action figures and comic books and made his way over to the mirror that hung almost crookedly above the sink on the wall.
{Shackled by my sentence
{Expecting no return
{Here there is no penance
{My skin begins to burn
He unsnapped his mask from the back and lifted it up slowly. He started from the top corner and took it off. Little by little his face was beginning to show. He removed it completely and set it on the sink and looked at his reflection.
There was nothing actually wrong with it. No burns, or even a scar he noted silently. He may have had shadows around his eyes and his skin was paler then normal, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Kane splashed some cold water on his face and dried it off completely before carefully putting his mask back on.
This is going to be the match of a lifetime. The number one match of 2002, hell maybe even the decade. No doubt about it. But of course people were bound to get hurt, wasn't that always a given. Be it Hunter with his knee or Shawn with his back, someone was going to be leaving the Madison Square Garden ring on a stretcher.
But not me, Kane decided. All six of them have been training for this match for the past couple of weeks. They went over the moves and sequences hundreds of times with Bischoff and the trainers so that nothing would go wrong.
"But it always does." Kane muttered out loud. He knew that it was morbid thinking on his part but he couldn't help it. He was a morbid person. Actually, that wasn't true either. Well, maybe he was a little, but not so to the point where he'd be doing stuff like wearing all black and slitting his wrists. That was just creepy.
He looked up as there was a knock on the door and was about to tell them to go away when it opened, revealing a very small and timid looking Terri.
"Can I come in?" She asked cautiously.
"Sure."
She stepped into the messy room and took one look at him when she got a worried look on her face. "Are you alright? You look like you're ready to faint at any given moment." He didn't answer and she took his by the arm and led him over to the couch. "Sit down." He did. "Now talk to me."
"About what?" Kane asked, feeling slightly confused over the whole situation.
"Anything you want." Terri responded, holding her arms out, palms up. "Anything you want to get off your chest? Worries about tonight? Worries about anything in general?" She supplied. "I mean hell, even if ya wanna talk about what's going on in the Federation, well I'm up to that too."
He gave her a small smile and she motioned for him to let it out. "Alright, I am worried about the match tonight. I don' t want anything to go wrong because it would be devastating for any six of us. I don't want to be the cause of anyone's mishap either because then that's something I'd have to live with."
"But stuff has happened in the past and you haven't dwelled on that." He remained silent. "Honey, please don't tell me that you dwell on every single thing that goes wrong that you were involved with."
"A little."
Terri gave him a motherly look that clearly read he was in trouble. "Do you realize how not letting everything out isn't very healthy for you?"
"Thanks Dr. Terri." Kane muttered sarcastically.
"I'm just trying to help you out here." Terri responded evenly, putting her hands on her hips. "Besides, I really don't want you to go out there and be a madman."
"Why?" Kane countered.
She smiled. "Because then there goes the other top five superstars that Raw has to offer." She looked down as her pager began to beep and looked at him apologetically. "I have to go." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him briefly on the cheek. "Don't be afraid to let it out and you'll do fine." She assured. "I'll see you after."
He nodded and watched as she left the room. Sighing, he walked back over to the mirror and punched it as hard as he could, sending shards of glass flying over everything.
"There." He muttered. "It's all out."
{Nothing left to face
{Nothing left to lose
{Nothing takes your place
Read and Review please. I'm trying to type this w/ my dog lounged on my lap; it's hard. Here's the schedule of who's coming out when:
Monday: Chris Jericho
Tuesday: Kane
Wednesday: Rob Van Dam
Thursday: Booker T
Friday: Shawn Michaels
Saturday: Triple H
Sunday: A little ending chapter.
So there ya go. Now you know when to expect what!