.::RAW IS WAR::.
The Big Red Machine's music hit and Kane walked out down the ramp to the ring to a huge pop from the sold-out crowd. He strode over to the edge of the ring where a stagehand gave him a microphone before walking back to the centre. The music stopped, the crowd died down and Kane addressed the crowd. "As you probably know I wasn't here on SmackDown but people have told me what happened. Undertaker, are you out of your tiny mind??!" He stared directly down a camera, his eyes clearly visible from beneath the red and black mask. "What are you thinking bringing our sister here? This is no place for her! Haven't you learnt anything from the years that you've been here? If anything bad happens to Sam I swear I will hunt you down and kick your ass!"
Keep Rollin' hit and the Undertaker stormed out from behind the curtains, a microphone grasped tightly in his right-hand. The crowd erupted in to a sea of boos and cheers; they were evidently divided and didn't know what to make of the situation.
The American Bad Ass stopped at the top of the ramp and began to pass backwards and forwards. He stopped and locked eyes with his estranged brother. "Kane, I don't see how it's any of your business!"
"Of course it's my business! She's my sister," the Big Red Machine snapped bitterly.
"Only when it suits you," countered Big Evil.
I'd had enough and walked out from behind the curtains to join my squabbling brothers. As my music played, I walked past Undertaker and took him by the hand. I led him down to the ring and stood him in the corner furthest away from Kane. The heated rivalry between the two characters was clearly felt by the fans.
"'Taker, Kane, calm down," I told them. I stood by the Undertaker, warning Kane with my eyes not to come any nearer. "Kane, 'Taker didn't force me to come here, I wanted to, just like both of you did."
"It's different with you," Kane said. He broke eye contact with me and looked at the fans that were sitting quietly. The resentful tone was still in his voice.
"Why? Because I'm a girl?" I countered. "Whether you like it or not, I'm here and I'm going to stick around."
The crowd erupted into cheers. I smiled to myself - they liked me.
"I don't want you to get hurt!" Kane exclaimed sincerely.
"I'm not going to. I've got 'Taker watching my back, just like he always has." The Undertaker draped his arms protectively around my shoulders.
Kane had seen and heard enough. He threw the microphone to the mat canvas and stormed back up the ramp leaving a triumphant looking Undertaker standing tall in the ring.
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I stood in front of a small mirror, which was hung onto the plane dull arena wall, combing my hair when Jeff approached me from behind.
"Hey Sam," he muttered softly into my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waste.
I giggled as I turned around in Jeff's arms to face him. "Hi," I said smiling. I quickly pecked him on the check before letting myself out of his muscular arms, reminding both of us that Mark was roaming around somewhere in the building.
"I just wanted to ask you if you were doing anything in the break we've got coming up in 3 weeks?" Jeff asked.
"Erm, no, I haven't got any plans. Why?" I asked slightly confused.
"I just wondered if you wanted to come to my house? Matt and Amy are going to be there." He enquired.
"Oh, erm," I thought quickly. I really wanted to go but Mark would freak if he found out.
"If you can't because of Mark then I'll totally understand," Jeff said sincerely.
"No, it's ok. I can't let Mark rule my entire life. Yeah, I'll love to," I said replied quickly.
"Ok, cool. I've got to go. We can come up with the arrangements and cover- ups later. Amy and Matt said they'll help," Jeff said smiling happily.
"Ok, bye Jeff. Good luck with your match," I said as I quickly kissed him on the lips.
"See you later babe," he said walking off towards the ramp.
The Big Red Machine's music hit and Kane walked out down the ramp to the ring to a huge pop from the sold-out crowd. He strode over to the edge of the ring where a stagehand gave him a microphone before walking back to the centre. The music stopped, the crowd died down and Kane addressed the crowd. "As you probably know I wasn't here on SmackDown but people have told me what happened. Undertaker, are you out of your tiny mind??!" He stared directly down a camera, his eyes clearly visible from beneath the red and black mask. "What are you thinking bringing our sister here? This is no place for her! Haven't you learnt anything from the years that you've been here? If anything bad happens to Sam I swear I will hunt you down and kick your ass!"
Keep Rollin' hit and the Undertaker stormed out from behind the curtains, a microphone grasped tightly in his right-hand. The crowd erupted in to a sea of boos and cheers; they were evidently divided and didn't know what to make of the situation.
The American Bad Ass stopped at the top of the ramp and began to pass backwards and forwards. He stopped and locked eyes with his estranged brother. "Kane, I don't see how it's any of your business!"
"Of course it's my business! She's my sister," the Big Red Machine snapped bitterly.
"Only when it suits you," countered Big Evil.
I'd had enough and walked out from behind the curtains to join my squabbling brothers. As my music played, I walked past Undertaker and took him by the hand. I led him down to the ring and stood him in the corner furthest away from Kane. The heated rivalry between the two characters was clearly felt by the fans.
"'Taker, Kane, calm down," I told them. I stood by the Undertaker, warning Kane with my eyes not to come any nearer. "Kane, 'Taker didn't force me to come here, I wanted to, just like both of you did."
"It's different with you," Kane said. He broke eye contact with me and looked at the fans that were sitting quietly. The resentful tone was still in his voice.
"Why? Because I'm a girl?" I countered. "Whether you like it or not, I'm here and I'm going to stick around."
The crowd erupted into cheers. I smiled to myself - they liked me.
"I don't want you to get hurt!" Kane exclaimed sincerely.
"I'm not going to. I've got 'Taker watching my back, just like he always has." The Undertaker draped his arms protectively around my shoulders.
Kane had seen and heard enough. He threw the microphone to the mat canvas and stormed back up the ramp leaving a triumphant looking Undertaker standing tall in the ring.
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I stood in front of a small mirror, which was hung onto the plane dull arena wall, combing my hair when Jeff approached me from behind.
"Hey Sam," he muttered softly into my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waste.
I giggled as I turned around in Jeff's arms to face him. "Hi," I said smiling. I quickly pecked him on the check before letting myself out of his muscular arms, reminding both of us that Mark was roaming around somewhere in the building.
"I just wanted to ask you if you were doing anything in the break we've got coming up in 3 weeks?" Jeff asked.
"Erm, no, I haven't got any plans. Why?" I asked slightly confused.
"I just wondered if you wanted to come to my house? Matt and Amy are going to be there." He enquired.
"Oh, erm," I thought quickly. I really wanted to go but Mark would freak if he found out.
"If you can't because of Mark then I'll totally understand," Jeff said sincerely.
"No, it's ok. I can't let Mark rule my entire life. Yeah, I'll love to," I said replied quickly.
"Ok, cool. I've got to go. We can come up with the arrangements and cover- ups later. Amy and Matt said they'll help," Jeff said smiling happily.
"Ok, bye Jeff. Good luck with your match," I said as I quickly kissed him on the lips.
"See you later babe," he said walking off towards the ramp.