Disclaimer: I only own Keter Jikken, the rest of the characters belong to
WWE.
Summary: Keter Jikken is a new superstar on the RAW roster, and makes his debut in a big and impressive way, which leads to some good and bad events for him in his job.
A/n: My friend and I, Ellectra, some of you may know on here, were discussing some ideas to help this story continue it's success and we both agreed on this being sort of a sequel to Heart Of A Machine. I'm sorry if this spoils the other story for anyone, but I just thought the idea I'm revealing in this chapter would be cool. So check it out.. Also I read a fic that sorta split sections of the chapters up into the character perspectives, which I've decided to try out in this chapter now that we have two major characters to read on. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue to write the story this way.
Author: Shadow
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Chapter 2: Enemies
KETER --------- He stepped out of the limosine, handing the driver a tip of twenty dollars, which he thought the polite man had well earned.
"Have a nice day, man." Keter told him and got out, with his gym bag and closed the door.
Throwing the driver a peace sign as he drove off, he walked through the door, into the arena, looking around some, wondering what the game plan was today. He carried his bag by his side and walked further into the arena, finally being stopped after a few minutes by an assistant.
"Hi. You're Keter?" The scrawny man with glasses and a neat haircut asked, holding a clipboard.
"That's me." Keter said with a polite smile.
"Alright let's see.." The man looked over the papers on his clipboard, muttering to himself to find the schedule and finally looked up at him again. "Okay, your locker room's #8 down the hall to your left, and you're on Jericho's Highlight Reel tonight. He wants to congratulate you for winning the Rumble on your debut night, which I'd also like to do." The man said, extending his hand politely.
"Thanks man" Keter smiled, shaking the guys hand. "I appreciate it."
"No problem, good luck out there tonight." The man turned to leave then quickly grabbed Keter's arm remembering something. "Oh and Keter? Be careful out there. Lotta crazy shit happens on the Reel."
"Oh I know." Keter laughed. "I used to watch the show."
"Well you're on the show now, so be careful." The man said and walked off to assist Gail Kim who was across the large back room.
Keter watched him some, then gave a "tsk" as he continued walking, making his way to the hall, just turning the corner as the black jeep of his first ever threat in his new career, pulled up into the parking lot. Not noticing, he walked to his dressing room door, and stepped in, closing it behind him and set his bag on the floor by the bench, and flexed his shoulders as he turned on the TV in his room which monitored whatever the cameras showed on the tron screen. Commentators JR and Jerry "the King" Lawler, were welcoming fans to the show and announcing tonights big events, in which Keter's meeting with Jericho was included, which brought a smile to his face, then a question was asked by JR if Keter would confront "this man." in which a picture of Kane, with the belt over his shoulder, looking mean as ever with his manager and soulmate Dark Angel behind him. Keter grinned some and leaned back, going into his bag for a bottle of gatorade, taking a drink of it and set it beside him, continuing to watch.
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KANE -------- He parked his jeep in the lot and switched off the engine, grabbing his belt out of the backseat and climbed out, already in his wrestling gear as usual. Dark Angel in her black, tight clothing as was usual for her, stepped out and grabbed hers and Kane's bags, carrying them both. They walked side by side, remaining quiet until Kane spotted the locker room with his name on it, not asking for any assistance, to find it in the first place anyway, and walked in. Dark Angel closed the door behind them and Kane set the belt in one of the smaller cuboards and sat on the bench, looking down quietly, breathing heavily as if bothered.
"What's the matter?" Dark Angel said, turning to him as she set their bags down and walked over, moving behind him and used her hands to gently massage his broad shoulders.
"Nothing..." Kane said coldly as he leaned his head back against her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the tension being rubbed out of him and closed his eyes shut.
"There's something bothering you, baby. I can tell." Dark Angel said, now running her smooth hands down his chest.
Kane felt his anger boiling up and he sprung up from the bench, slamming his gloved fist into the metal locker.
"Who the hell does Austin think he is?!" His loud voice boomed throughout the small room. "He thinks a rookie can just waltz right in, win the Rumble and earn a fight with me at Wrestlemania?!"
"He throws his weight around too much, is all." Dark Angel said, trying to keep her man away from one of his tantrums.
Kane took a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips, looking down in thought before shaking his head.
"This isn't right...I'm gonna fix this, one way or another. If this...Keter or whatever his name is, wants a shot at my gold, he's gonna have to earn it!"
"What are you gonna do?" Dark Angel said, getting a good feeling or what she, being heel now, would call a good feeling.
"I'm gonna see what he's made of. I ain't WAITING for Wrestlemania!!"
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ERIC/AUSTIN ------- "Who the hell do you think you are?!" Eric Bischoff paced around the General Managers' office. "Huh?! You give someone a contract AND put them in the Royal Rumble without consulting me?!"
He looked down at his co-worker, who was sitting on the couch, enjoying a beer, dressed in his "F#ck Fear" shirt and cut off jean shorts and his knee braces. He looked up at Bischoff, responding.
"You've dont alotta crap without consulting me too ya dumb bastard. I gave tha guy a contract and put him in a debut match. He just happened to win it is all."
"Oh, so you think throwing some people out of a ring, earns him a title shot? I see. Well I don't Steve! I'm gonna make him earn it like he should." Eric said, a smile creeping on his face.
"Oh yeah? Doin' what?" Austin said, standing up and eyed Eric.
"You'll see." Eric smiled. "I got a greeaat idea."
He turned, walking out of the office and closed the door behind him. Watching him, Austin just shook his head and sat back down to his beer. That son of a bitch sure can be a little weasel, he thought, and looked back at the screen in the office as the Highlight Reel was beginning.
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KETER ---------- Jericho strutted down to the ring in his Highlight Reel edition outfit and made his way up the steps and entered the ring, turning in circles to reach the middle, glorifying himself then smiling at the set in the ring and walked over, picking up two mics from Lilian Garcia and set one in the guest chair before he raised his own to his mouth and started speaking.
"Welcome, to the Highlight Reel!" Jericho said, pacing around back and forth. "My my that was some Royal Rumble last night in Calgary, Alberta wasn't it? We had superstars, including myself, getting thrown around. We had our beloved Undertaker, win a title shot for SmackDown!'s side. Then we had Raw's...a newbie native to Canada, waltzed down to the ring at number 30. See we Canadian's aren't as weak of people as you think. This guy's first day in the company earned him a world title shot at Wrestlemania XX! Now that's something, so without further due, I'd like to introduce to you! From Calgary, Alberta Canada, the number one contendor for the world title and tonight's guest on the Highlight Reel, Keter Jikken!"
Keter walked towards the curtain as he heard his entrance theme music courtesy of the metal band, Memento start playing, reaching the curtain still in the beginning of the whispering intro where he waited. The start of the heavy guitar cued the pyro effects on the stage and gave the dark arena a light on the stage and in the ring, with a specal light, shining the Canadian flag on the ring in red(of course). His titan tron, since he didn't have much action of matches to show included the flag being flashed, along with his name in jagged letters and views of his home town.. After the explosion had came to a halt, he emerged from the curtain, still in plain black gym pants, black sneakers and a white sleevless t-shirt. He made his way down the ramp, staring straight ahead at Jericho. Fellow Canadian or not, he hated the cocky bastard, and he'd rather have his eyes gouged out with a hot poker than have to come and be a guest on the Reel. Around when the chorus started playing was when he reached the ring, where he hopped up onto the apron, cueing pyro from the corners and explosions from above, which caused sparks to rain down on the ring, before he entered the ring and the lights returned to normal. As his music ceased he forced himself to sit in the chair, holding the mic in his hand.
Jericho took his seat, smiling at Keter like he could gain something out of the man's progress.
"Keter, you were number 30 last night at the Royal Rumble. It was your first appearance in the WWE and there was a good handful of men left, including Big Daddy Cool, Kevin Nash, whom you outsmarted and eliminated without a second thought. Now you're awaiting Wrestlemania XX where you'll face the world champion, who at the moment, is none other than Kane, the Big Red Machine. Do you have anything to say to the champ here on the Jericho Highlight Reel, before I show these people on the Jeri-Tron what a Canadian can really do?"
Keter sat in the chair, letting a thought pass through his mind before he raised the mic, letting the fans and commentators hear his voice for the first time.
"Last night..I left the Rumble the winner. I encountered Kane in the locker room area. I stood up to him, a bit excited I was face to face with him, because as a viewer of the show, I've always been a fan of him. But now we have this situation where I may have to wrestle him in a few months. I can't tell anyone here that I'm gonna win, and I can't say I'm gonna lose, because I don't know, and Jericho I'm sure you've had similar moments. All I can say, no matter who the champion is at Wrestlemania, I'm gonna walk to this ring and do my best, and if I win then I'm the champ." He said, smiling a little as the fans were already cheering at his good personality and charisma. "And if I lose, then I still put up a hell of a fight, because that's what I do..I don't go down easy."
Jericho smiled as he watched the crowd cheer for the new superstar, even clapping himself.
"The words of a true Canadian, just like myself." He said with a shit eating grin once again. "Now you put up a hell of a fight last night and it paid off. Let's turn to the tremendously...monsterously expensive Jeri-Tron and have a look at what you're made of Keter--"
Jericho got no further in his speech when pyro erupted from the stage and the lights faded from white to red. Both Jerico and Keter snapped their attention to the stage.
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KANE -------- "--Let's turn to the tremendously...monsterously expensive Jeri-Tron and have a look at what you're made of Keter..."
Kane could hear Jericho running his mouth at the ring as he approached the curtain and his pyro show set off his music, and he stormed through the black drapes, and down the ramp, without his belt, where he was letting the fans know he wasn't here for chit chat. He watched the ring as he approached, ignoring his boos as he stared cold and hard at Keter Jikken who took a step back when he reached the apron, pulling himself up and stepped over the top rope. His music faded to a stop but the lighting remained red as he stood there, his heavy shoulders heaving.
"Kane!" Jericho said into the mic, stepping past Keter. "Just what the hell is your big, ignoramous ass...doing on my Highlight Reel? I'm here interviewing the Canadian warrior that's gonna kick your ass at Wrestlemania, now get out of here--"
Kane quickly grew tired of Jericho's shit and siezed him by the throat with his gloved hand, saying not a word as he hoisted him up after grabbing the top of his trousers with his other hand and chokeslammed him hard onto the mat. He snapped his attention, catching Keter attempting for a blind shot, only to catch him by the throat as well.
"You think you're bad huh?! You think you can beat me?! You think you can stop me?! No one can!!!"
Kane screamed in Keter's face as he choked the life out of him, before grabbing the back of his pants and lifted him up, giving him a chokeslam of his own too, right next to Jericho, though the Highlight Reel host was rolling out of the ring as Kane tore the towel off of his head and leaned over Keter.
"You can't stand the punishment you're going to endure, when we fight Keter!"
He stood back up straight and looked around at the booing fans, yet he wasn't done, as he raised up his hand, extending his thumb and ran it across his throat to signal he had a bit more to take care of, then reached down, grabbing Keter by the hair and dragging him to his feet. As Keter could barely stand Kane glared him right in the eye before he bent down, locking his arms around the man's waist and turned his body upside down, keeping a tight hold on his waist. With a bellowing yell of rage, he dropped onto his knees, driving the number 1 contendor's head square into the mat, then let his limp body fall with a heavy thud. Standing back up he raised and dropped his arms, cueing the fire and his music to start again as the still red lights remained, and finally turned, rolling over the top rope and reached into the ring, retrieving his towel, walking backwards up the ramp to watch as Keter was out like a dead light. Satisfied he wouldn't be getting up soon he laughed coldly and turned, walking back through the curtains.
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JR/KING ----------- "King, I cannot believe what I just saw! Kane, coming down to this ring and assaulting the challenger, months before Wrestlemania is to take place. Goddamn it!" JR said, highly angry at Kane, and in sympathy for Keter who lay in the ring, and even Jericho who was retreating behind the stage.
"You knew it was gonna happen JR. See? You don't know what Kane's capable of. Hardly anyone does. He finally did something right in his life, he came out here and put some sense into Keter Jikken's head. Now maybe he'll think again about fighting him." King, always the "bad guy" was taking Kane's side, proud of what he did.
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KETER ---------- As the music stopped and the lights returned to their white appearance, Keter came to, to see referee Earl Hemner, Lilian Garcia and referee Timmy White knelt by him. He winced as he felt the shocking pain in his head. So that's what a tombstone feels like huh? He thought.
"Keter, you alright?" Earl said, helping him sit up.
"Yeah, but I got a splitting headache." Keter groaned, holding his head.
"Tombstone'll do that to ya, lad." Timmy, the irish referee said, patting Keter's shoulder.
"Ow. Where'd Kane go?" Keter turned to Earl.
"He laid you out then went back up the ramp." Earl answered, pointing.
Keter turned to look where he pointed and groaned as he got to his feet.
"I wonder if he knows what being laid out feels like." Keter said.
"Oh no..Keter what are you gonna do?" He heard Lilian behind him.
Not answering, Keter brushed passed them, walking to the other side of the ring and stepped out, walking over and grabbed up the chair Lilian was sitting on, folding it in and turned, walking around the ring to the ramp, surprised the two refs didn't try to stop him.
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REFS -------- "Aren't we gonna do anything?" Timmy asked Earl.
Earl shrugged. "We should but it may help boost ratings, know what I mean?"
"Gotcha." Timmy said as the three watched Keter ascend up the ramp in a steady jog with the chair.
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KETER/KANE --------- Keter stepped through the curtains, carrying the chair as he walked, surprised to see Austin heading towards him. As he tried to walk past him, the Rattlesnake stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, son ya alright?" Austin asked, looking a bit concerned himself.
"Oh yeah I'm fine." Keter said, "Hey you seen Kane in the past few minutes?"
"Yeah he was heading for the parking lot with his stuff with Dark Angel. Why?" Austin said, getting his answer when he looked at the chair in Keter's hand and smiled in his mischeivous fashion. "How long you been waiting to use one of those?"
"Too long." Keter said and walked past Austin, picking up in a fast jog for the parking lot. As he turned the corner, he caught Kane and Dark Angel nearing his jeep but still had a good walk to get there. Picking up in a run, he tossed the chair on the floor, letting it slide past the two. Confused, Kane turned around, just as Keter caught him with a charging elbow in the face. Dark Angel merely shrieked and stepped back. Kane dropped the belt in his hand and staggered back as Keter ran up again, beginning to wail away at his face with his fist, then sent a knee to his sternum and grabbed him by the back of the neck, and ran him face first into an office window, shattering it. Kane staggered back, putting a hand to his cut forehead as blood began running down his face, getting in his eyes.
Seeing that Kane had only a slim chance of making him miss, he grabbed up the chair again and took a running charge at Kane, whacking him across the back with it, sending him to one knee, and stepped over infront of him. Get up. He said to himself in his head, wanting Kane to get back to his feet. C'mon get your ass up! And Kane did, wincing some and opened his eyes, looking at Keter like he didn't know what hit him. Building up all the strength he had, Keter launched forward, bashing the chair over Kane's head and knocked him flat on the floor, unconcious. Dark Angel cautiously approached Kane as if she was afraid Keter would hit her too, but to her relief, he tossed the chair to the side, satisfied that Kane was out and turned, walking back towards his dressing room.
KANE --------- "Somebody get over here and help him!!" Dark Angel yelled out, pissed off that no one was coming to Kane's aid.
To her pleasing, a set of EMT's came to check on Kane, one beginning to wipe the blood off his face as another brought out smelling salt. Kane winced at the smell as he was brought too, not being able to shove the EMT away as one checked his eyes.
"Kane it looks like you have a concussion. Can you walk?"
"Yeah I can walk!" Kane groaned, sitting up and rose to his feet, standing still for a moment. "Let's go.."
He picked up his belt and headed for his jeep again, followed by Dark Angel who carried their bags, and stuffed them in the back of the jeep then got into the passenger's side as Kane got into the driver's side and started it up, pulling out and driving off.
"He's gonna pay for that one.."
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KETER ---------- He sat in his dressing room, popping some aspirin into his mouth and washed them down with his gatorade to numb the splitting headache he had from the tombstone piledriver. Watching the attack in replay on his tv, he shook his head, then watched as they returned to show and Eric Bischoff came out to the ring, grabbing a microphone. Once he got in the ring he started running his mouth about Austin's actions of putting Keter in the Royal Rumble and said he wouldn't stand for it. Before Keter knew it, he was in a match with Rodney Mack, with the stipulation of winner becomes the number one contendor. What kinda weakling does he think I am? He thinks I'm a pushover for Rodney? He doesn't know me.. Keter thought and took a swig of his gatorade again, shaking his head and decided to get ready.
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AUSTIN/ERIC ----------------- Eric walked back into his office, straightening his jacket with a smile, looking at Austin who seemed to be waiting for his return.
"Rodney Mack huh?" Austin said, sipping his beer.
"Ohhhh yeah. You betcha." Eric said. "See Rodney's a little peeved a...white rookie took him out of the rumble. So I'm giving him his revenge. When it comes to pinnin' Keter can't handle it!"
"Is that right?" Austin said. Eric nodded. "Well I guess you don't know what Keter can do."
"What do you mean?" Eric said, growing nervous.
Austin stood up, planning to leave after his final words so Eric wouldn't bug him to tell him what he meant.
"Ah, nothin'" Austin said and walked out.
Eric watched him go, biting his lip in curiousity. He only hoped that the damn rookie from wouldn't beat Rodney Mack. That'd give Austin too much credit. And if he beat Kane at Wrestlemania?! What would that make Eric look like?
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THE MATCH ---------------- Led by Theodore Long, his rap theme playing, Rodney Mack walked down the ramp, flexing his shoulders and throwing punches through the air, imagining that a helpless Keter was right infront of him. Last night, what the punkass white boy did frankly pissed him off. He followed Theodore up the steps, getting in after him and pulled the hood to his sleevless jacket down, and removed it, throwing it at Lilian after she announced his arrival to the ring for her to set it at ringside, and threw a few heavier practice punches as his music faded, and Theodore got a microphone for his patented speech, which most fans(including myself but im trying to get chars right)found annoying as hell.
"Lemme holla at ya playa!" Theodore said, not really looking too happy at all. "I'm gonna make this short and sweet tonight y'all. Me, and my big bad brotha Rodney Mack here, are sick and tired of the black society being robbed of oppertunities to make themselves be recognized." Ignoring the boos he strutted his stuff around some, as Rodney gave the fans a glare. "Ya see if you look at Black History, we brothas have done a great deal for this world. We went through slavery, fought the civil war, and after all that, you white folks think it's right to have a damn, white rookie strut his stuff out here, blaring his white boy rock and roll, heavy metal whateva you call it, and rob Rodney of his chance for numba one contendor. Well we ain't gonna stand for that. Keter Jikken, bring yo jive white ass-- "
Before he could finish the lights dimmed out and the red canadian symbol shined on the ring as Keter's music interupted Theodore's speech. Keter had heard enough of his bullshit and stepped through the curtains, dressed in his black pants with the red dragon on one side, and a canadian leaf on the other, his black boots, and a white, sleevless canadian shirt, as well as his black gloves and pads. Hopping up onto the apron his pyro effect startled Theodore, making the little weasel slide out of the ring, leaving just Rodney to stand there. Keter could feel the tension and when he stepped into the ring, about half way in Rodney launched forward and proceeded to hammer him on the head with his forearm, knowing of his earlier attack by Kane. When he was fully in the ring, the bell sounded and Rodney whipped him against the ropes, bouncing him back and hit him with a shoulder block, knocking him on the mat hard. Keter held his head, wincing in pain. As Rodney leaned down and started dragging him to his feet, Keter drove his elbow into the big man's gut, breaking his reign of attacks and whipped him against the ropes, waiting for him to come back and smacked him in the face with a big boot.
The match was a long and hard fought one. The top of Keter's shirt was wet from sweat, as the sweat glistening his skin shun under the light. The fight was pretty even, now with Rodney currently on the upper hand, but Keter was through with playing around. Whipping him off of the ropes again, Rodney was hoping for an elbow to the face, but Keter ducked under and bounced off the other side, and returned the gesture, only he actually connected it and knocked Rodney into a daze, and was about to fall to the mat before Keter turned him to face him and reached down, one hand between his legs and the other on his chest as he sucked in a breath and hoisted Rodney up over head as if he was going to gorilla press slam him. Showing his strength to the fans, he carried Rodney around overhead, before the referee began counting him out. When he reached 4, he suddenly turned Rodney's body and let him drop, catching him on his shoulder to where his head was facing to look in the same direction Keter was, and with a strong grip to keep him there, Keter jerked his body down and forward, swinging Rodney down hard on his back, also bringing himself to his knees. He noticed Theodore Long put his hands over his eyes at the sound of the thundering impact, then pulled up Rodney's leg for the pin.
"1..2..3!" The ref counted, and signaled for the bell ringer to ring the bell and Keter's music played once more as Lilian rose to her feet with the mic, announcing. "Here is your winner, and still number one contendor for the world heavyweight championship, Keter Jikken!"
Keter leaned against the ropes, hooking his arm over the top one to keep himself up. He had to give it to Rodney. He was one hell of an athlete in a one on one. Referee, Earl raised up his other arm for the victory. Keter smiled, pushing himself to his feet and held up his other arm, taking in the cheers from the fans for awhile before, sliding out of the ring and headed back to the locker room as the show went off the air. Going back through the curtains he noticed the two General Managers waiting for him, Austin with a smile on his face, and Bischoff with a look of anger and disappointment.
"Congratsulations, Keter. Yer goin' t'Wrestlemania for sure now." Austin said with a smile.
Eric gave a grunt and stormed off, as Austin watched him go off and then turned to Keter. Keter watched Eric leave then turned to Austin. Wiping sweat off his face with a towel from a backstage assistant he turned to Austin.
"Thanks. I need to go clean up.." Keter said.
"Alright. Keep the good work up." Austin said.
Keter nodded and headed for the showers. Standing under the warm water, massaging the back of his neck thoughts ran through his mind about facing Kane at Wrestlemania. He earned the shot so quickly. Did that make Kane afraid of him? Or was he just pissed off at a 'rookie' as they called him, winning a title shot so easily and so early in his career? Keter shook his head and turned off he water, grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist. Using another towel to dry off his hair he stepped out of the shower stall he was using, when he felt a heavy smack over his head, the sound of metal on skull ringing through his ears as he blacked out, and hit the shower floor in a thud.
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KANE --------- *CRACK* The steel chair hammered across the back of Keter's head as Kane jumped out from his hiding spot, still in his wrestling gear. As the big man fell, he stepped over near his head and leaned down.
"Hahahahahaha. You thought I ran away from your little beating didn't you?!" He raised up the chair and brought it down across Keter's back, before throwing it to the shower floor and turned, walking out where Dark Angel was waiting for him, a cruel, cold smile on his face. "Let's go.."
"Did ya get him?" Dark Angel asked, anxiously.
The question brought another hysterical laugh out of Kane.
"He's layed out in the shower, in his waist towel." Kane said as they walked for his jeep again, having parked it out of sight to keep Keter from knowing that they'd come back. Getting into the vehicle he started it up and waited for Dark Angel to get in before driving out at the correct speed limit this time, and an evil million dollar smile on his face. If Keter was gonna fight for his title, he would have to learn that being enemies with Kane wasn't easy. It was infact, a long hard road.
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. Ouch! Poor Keter, he and Kane just don't get along too well do they? I didn't really plan on Kane coming back but I couldn't think of a good way to end it from Keter's persoanlity so I decided to increase the hatred of the two by ending it with something from Kane. Please R/R for me, I hope everyone likes it.
Summary: Keter Jikken is a new superstar on the RAW roster, and makes his debut in a big and impressive way, which leads to some good and bad events for him in his job.
A/n: My friend and I, Ellectra, some of you may know on here, were discussing some ideas to help this story continue it's success and we both agreed on this being sort of a sequel to Heart Of A Machine. I'm sorry if this spoils the other story for anyone, but I just thought the idea I'm revealing in this chapter would be cool. So check it out.. Also I read a fic that sorta split sections of the chapters up into the character perspectives, which I've decided to try out in this chapter now that we have two major characters to read on. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue to write the story this way.
Author: Shadow
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Chapter 2: Enemies
KETER --------- He stepped out of the limosine, handing the driver a tip of twenty dollars, which he thought the polite man had well earned.
"Have a nice day, man." Keter told him and got out, with his gym bag and closed the door.
Throwing the driver a peace sign as he drove off, he walked through the door, into the arena, looking around some, wondering what the game plan was today. He carried his bag by his side and walked further into the arena, finally being stopped after a few minutes by an assistant.
"Hi. You're Keter?" The scrawny man with glasses and a neat haircut asked, holding a clipboard.
"That's me." Keter said with a polite smile.
"Alright let's see.." The man looked over the papers on his clipboard, muttering to himself to find the schedule and finally looked up at him again. "Okay, your locker room's #8 down the hall to your left, and you're on Jericho's Highlight Reel tonight. He wants to congratulate you for winning the Rumble on your debut night, which I'd also like to do." The man said, extending his hand politely.
"Thanks man" Keter smiled, shaking the guys hand. "I appreciate it."
"No problem, good luck out there tonight." The man turned to leave then quickly grabbed Keter's arm remembering something. "Oh and Keter? Be careful out there. Lotta crazy shit happens on the Reel."
"Oh I know." Keter laughed. "I used to watch the show."
"Well you're on the show now, so be careful." The man said and walked off to assist Gail Kim who was across the large back room.
Keter watched him some, then gave a "tsk" as he continued walking, making his way to the hall, just turning the corner as the black jeep of his first ever threat in his new career, pulled up into the parking lot. Not noticing, he walked to his dressing room door, and stepped in, closing it behind him and set his bag on the floor by the bench, and flexed his shoulders as he turned on the TV in his room which monitored whatever the cameras showed on the tron screen. Commentators JR and Jerry "the King" Lawler, were welcoming fans to the show and announcing tonights big events, in which Keter's meeting with Jericho was included, which brought a smile to his face, then a question was asked by JR if Keter would confront "this man." in which a picture of Kane, with the belt over his shoulder, looking mean as ever with his manager and soulmate Dark Angel behind him. Keter grinned some and leaned back, going into his bag for a bottle of gatorade, taking a drink of it and set it beside him, continuing to watch.
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KANE -------- He parked his jeep in the lot and switched off the engine, grabbing his belt out of the backseat and climbed out, already in his wrestling gear as usual. Dark Angel in her black, tight clothing as was usual for her, stepped out and grabbed hers and Kane's bags, carrying them both. They walked side by side, remaining quiet until Kane spotted the locker room with his name on it, not asking for any assistance, to find it in the first place anyway, and walked in. Dark Angel closed the door behind them and Kane set the belt in one of the smaller cuboards and sat on the bench, looking down quietly, breathing heavily as if bothered.
"What's the matter?" Dark Angel said, turning to him as she set their bags down and walked over, moving behind him and used her hands to gently massage his broad shoulders.
"Nothing..." Kane said coldly as he leaned his head back against her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the tension being rubbed out of him and closed his eyes shut.
"There's something bothering you, baby. I can tell." Dark Angel said, now running her smooth hands down his chest.
Kane felt his anger boiling up and he sprung up from the bench, slamming his gloved fist into the metal locker.
"Who the hell does Austin think he is?!" His loud voice boomed throughout the small room. "He thinks a rookie can just waltz right in, win the Rumble and earn a fight with me at Wrestlemania?!"
"He throws his weight around too much, is all." Dark Angel said, trying to keep her man away from one of his tantrums.
Kane took a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips, looking down in thought before shaking his head.
"This isn't right...I'm gonna fix this, one way or another. If this...Keter or whatever his name is, wants a shot at my gold, he's gonna have to earn it!"
"What are you gonna do?" Dark Angel said, getting a good feeling or what she, being heel now, would call a good feeling.
"I'm gonna see what he's made of. I ain't WAITING for Wrestlemania!!"
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ERIC/AUSTIN ------- "Who the hell do you think you are?!" Eric Bischoff paced around the General Managers' office. "Huh?! You give someone a contract AND put them in the Royal Rumble without consulting me?!"
He looked down at his co-worker, who was sitting on the couch, enjoying a beer, dressed in his "F#ck Fear" shirt and cut off jean shorts and his knee braces. He looked up at Bischoff, responding.
"You've dont alotta crap without consulting me too ya dumb bastard. I gave tha guy a contract and put him in a debut match. He just happened to win it is all."
"Oh, so you think throwing some people out of a ring, earns him a title shot? I see. Well I don't Steve! I'm gonna make him earn it like he should." Eric said, a smile creeping on his face.
"Oh yeah? Doin' what?" Austin said, standing up and eyed Eric.
"You'll see." Eric smiled. "I got a greeaat idea."
He turned, walking out of the office and closed the door behind him. Watching him, Austin just shook his head and sat back down to his beer. That son of a bitch sure can be a little weasel, he thought, and looked back at the screen in the office as the Highlight Reel was beginning.
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KETER ---------- Jericho strutted down to the ring in his Highlight Reel edition outfit and made his way up the steps and entered the ring, turning in circles to reach the middle, glorifying himself then smiling at the set in the ring and walked over, picking up two mics from Lilian Garcia and set one in the guest chair before he raised his own to his mouth and started speaking.
"Welcome, to the Highlight Reel!" Jericho said, pacing around back and forth. "My my that was some Royal Rumble last night in Calgary, Alberta wasn't it? We had superstars, including myself, getting thrown around. We had our beloved Undertaker, win a title shot for SmackDown!'s side. Then we had Raw's...a newbie native to Canada, waltzed down to the ring at number 30. See we Canadian's aren't as weak of people as you think. This guy's first day in the company earned him a world title shot at Wrestlemania XX! Now that's something, so without further due, I'd like to introduce to you! From Calgary, Alberta Canada, the number one contendor for the world title and tonight's guest on the Highlight Reel, Keter Jikken!"
Keter walked towards the curtain as he heard his entrance theme music courtesy of the metal band, Memento start playing, reaching the curtain still in the beginning of the whispering intro where he waited. The start of the heavy guitar cued the pyro effects on the stage and gave the dark arena a light on the stage and in the ring, with a specal light, shining the Canadian flag on the ring in red(of course). His titan tron, since he didn't have much action of matches to show included the flag being flashed, along with his name in jagged letters and views of his home town.. After the explosion had came to a halt, he emerged from the curtain, still in plain black gym pants, black sneakers and a white sleevless t-shirt. He made his way down the ramp, staring straight ahead at Jericho. Fellow Canadian or not, he hated the cocky bastard, and he'd rather have his eyes gouged out with a hot poker than have to come and be a guest on the Reel. Around when the chorus started playing was when he reached the ring, where he hopped up onto the apron, cueing pyro from the corners and explosions from above, which caused sparks to rain down on the ring, before he entered the ring and the lights returned to normal. As his music ceased he forced himself to sit in the chair, holding the mic in his hand.
Jericho took his seat, smiling at Keter like he could gain something out of the man's progress.
"Keter, you were number 30 last night at the Royal Rumble. It was your first appearance in the WWE and there was a good handful of men left, including Big Daddy Cool, Kevin Nash, whom you outsmarted and eliminated without a second thought. Now you're awaiting Wrestlemania XX where you'll face the world champion, who at the moment, is none other than Kane, the Big Red Machine. Do you have anything to say to the champ here on the Jericho Highlight Reel, before I show these people on the Jeri-Tron what a Canadian can really do?"
Keter sat in the chair, letting a thought pass through his mind before he raised the mic, letting the fans and commentators hear his voice for the first time.
"Last night..I left the Rumble the winner. I encountered Kane in the locker room area. I stood up to him, a bit excited I was face to face with him, because as a viewer of the show, I've always been a fan of him. But now we have this situation where I may have to wrestle him in a few months. I can't tell anyone here that I'm gonna win, and I can't say I'm gonna lose, because I don't know, and Jericho I'm sure you've had similar moments. All I can say, no matter who the champion is at Wrestlemania, I'm gonna walk to this ring and do my best, and if I win then I'm the champ." He said, smiling a little as the fans were already cheering at his good personality and charisma. "And if I lose, then I still put up a hell of a fight, because that's what I do..I don't go down easy."
Jericho smiled as he watched the crowd cheer for the new superstar, even clapping himself.
"The words of a true Canadian, just like myself." He said with a shit eating grin once again. "Now you put up a hell of a fight last night and it paid off. Let's turn to the tremendously...monsterously expensive Jeri-Tron and have a look at what you're made of Keter--"
Jericho got no further in his speech when pyro erupted from the stage and the lights faded from white to red. Both Jerico and Keter snapped their attention to the stage.
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KANE -------- "--Let's turn to the tremendously...monsterously expensive Jeri-Tron and have a look at what you're made of Keter..."
Kane could hear Jericho running his mouth at the ring as he approached the curtain and his pyro show set off his music, and he stormed through the black drapes, and down the ramp, without his belt, where he was letting the fans know he wasn't here for chit chat. He watched the ring as he approached, ignoring his boos as he stared cold and hard at Keter Jikken who took a step back when he reached the apron, pulling himself up and stepped over the top rope. His music faded to a stop but the lighting remained red as he stood there, his heavy shoulders heaving.
"Kane!" Jericho said into the mic, stepping past Keter. "Just what the hell is your big, ignoramous ass...doing on my Highlight Reel? I'm here interviewing the Canadian warrior that's gonna kick your ass at Wrestlemania, now get out of here--"
Kane quickly grew tired of Jericho's shit and siezed him by the throat with his gloved hand, saying not a word as he hoisted him up after grabbing the top of his trousers with his other hand and chokeslammed him hard onto the mat. He snapped his attention, catching Keter attempting for a blind shot, only to catch him by the throat as well.
"You think you're bad huh?! You think you can beat me?! You think you can stop me?! No one can!!!"
Kane screamed in Keter's face as he choked the life out of him, before grabbing the back of his pants and lifted him up, giving him a chokeslam of his own too, right next to Jericho, though the Highlight Reel host was rolling out of the ring as Kane tore the towel off of his head and leaned over Keter.
"You can't stand the punishment you're going to endure, when we fight Keter!"
He stood back up straight and looked around at the booing fans, yet he wasn't done, as he raised up his hand, extending his thumb and ran it across his throat to signal he had a bit more to take care of, then reached down, grabbing Keter by the hair and dragging him to his feet. As Keter could barely stand Kane glared him right in the eye before he bent down, locking his arms around the man's waist and turned his body upside down, keeping a tight hold on his waist. With a bellowing yell of rage, he dropped onto his knees, driving the number 1 contendor's head square into the mat, then let his limp body fall with a heavy thud. Standing back up he raised and dropped his arms, cueing the fire and his music to start again as the still red lights remained, and finally turned, rolling over the top rope and reached into the ring, retrieving his towel, walking backwards up the ramp to watch as Keter was out like a dead light. Satisfied he wouldn't be getting up soon he laughed coldly and turned, walking back through the curtains.
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JR/KING ----------- "King, I cannot believe what I just saw! Kane, coming down to this ring and assaulting the challenger, months before Wrestlemania is to take place. Goddamn it!" JR said, highly angry at Kane, and in sympathy for Keter who lay in the ring, and even Jericho who was retreating behind the stage.
"You knew it was gonna happen JR. See? You don't know what Kane's capable of. Hardly anyone does. He finally did something right in his life, he came out here and put some sense into Keter Jikken's head. Now maybe he'll think again about fighting him." King, always the "bad guy" was taking Kane's side, proud of what he did.
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KETER ---------- As the music stopped and the lights returned to their white appearance, Keter came to, to see referee Earl Hemner, Lilian Garcia and referee Timmy White knelt by him. He winced as he felt the shocking pain in his head. So that's what a tombstone feels like huh? He thought.
"Keter, you alright?" Earl said, helping him sit up.
"Yeah, but I got a splitting headache." Keter groaned, holding his head.
"Tombstone'll do that to ya, lad." Timmy, the irish referee said, patting Keter's shoulder.
"Ow. Where'd Kane go?" Keter turned to Earl.
"He laid you out then went back up the ramp." Earl answered, pointing.
Keter turned to look where he pointed and groaned as he got to his feet.
"I wonder if he knows what being laid out feels like." Keter said.
"Oh no..Keter what are you gonna do?" He heard Lilian behind him.
Not answering, Keter brushed passed them, walking to the other side of the ring and stepped out, walking over and grabbed up the chair Lilian was sitting on, folding it in and turned, walking around the ring to the ramp, surprised the two refs didn't try to stop him.
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REFS -------- "Aren't we gonna do anything?" Timmy asked Earl.
Earl shrugged. "We should but it may help boost ratings, know what I mean?"
"Gotcha." Timmy said as the three watched Keter ascend up the ramp in a steady jog with the chair.
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KETER/KANE --------- Keter stepped through the curtains, carrying the chair as he walked, surprised to see Austin heading towards him. As he tried to walk past him, the Rattlesnake stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, son ya alright?" Austin asked, looking a bit concerned himself.
"Oh yeah I'm fine." Keter said, "Hey you seen Kane in the past few minutes?"
"Yeah he was heading for the parking lot with his stuff with Dark Angel. Why?" Austin said, getting his answer when he looked at the chair in Keter's hand and smiled in his mischeivous fashion. "How long you been waiting to use one of those?"
"Too long." Keter said and walked past Austin, picking up in a fast jog for the parking lot. As he turned the corner, he caught Kane and Dark Angel nearing his jeep but still had a good walk to get there. Picking up in a run, he tossed the chair on the floor, letting it slide past the two. Confused, Kane turned around, just as Keter caught him with a charging elbow in the face. Dark Angel merely shrieked and stepped back. Kane dropped the belt in his hand and staggered back as Keter ran up again, beginning to wail away at his face with his fist, then sent a knee to his sternum and grabbed him by the back of the neck, and ran him face first into an office window, shattering it. Kane staggered back, putting a hand to his cut forehead as blood began running down his face, getting in his eyes.
Seeing that Kane had only a slim chance of making him miss, he grabbed up the chair again and took a running charge at Kane, whacking him across the back with it, sending him to one knee, and stepped over infront of him. Get up. He said to himself in his head, wanting Kane to get back to his feet. C'mon get your ass up! And Kane did, wincing some and opened his eyes, looking at Keter like he didn't know what hit him. Building up all the strength he had, Keter launched forward, bashing the chair over Kane's head and knocked him flat on the floor, unconcious. Dark Angel cautiously approached Kane as if she was afraid Keter would hit her too, but to her relief, he tossed the chair to the side, satisfied that Kane was out and turned, walking back towards his dressing room.
KANE --------- "Somebody get over here and help him!!" Dark Angel yelled out, pissed off that no one was coming to Kane's aid.
To her pleasing, a set of EMT's came to check on Kane, one beginning to wipe the blood off his face as another brought out smelling salt. Kane winced at the smell as he was brought too, not being able to shove the EMT away as one checked his eyes.
"Kane it looks like you have a concussion. Can you walk?"
"Yeah I can walk!" Kane groaned, sitting up and rose to his feet, standing still for a moment. "Let's go.."
He picked up his belt and headed for his jeep again, followed by Dark Angel who carried their bags, and stuffed them in the back of the jeep then got into the passenger's side as Kane got into the driver's side and started it up, pulling out and driving off.
"He's gonna pay for that one.."
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KETER ---------- He sat in his dressing room, popping some aspirin into his mouth and washed them down with his gatorade to numb the splitting headache he had from the tombstone piledriver. Watching the attack in replay on his tv, he shook his head, then watched as they returned to show and Eric Bischoff came out to the ring, grabbing a microphone. Once he got in the ring he started running his mouth about Austin's actions of putting Keter in the Royal Rumble and said he wouldn't stand for it. Before Keter knew it, he was in a match with Rodney Mack, with the stipulation of winner becomes the number one contendor. What kinda weakling does he think I am? He thinks I'm a pushover for Rodney? He doesn't know me.. Keter thought and took a swig of his gatorade again, shaking his head and decided to get ready.
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AUSTIN/ERIC ----------------- Eric walked back into his office, straightening his jacket with a smile, looking at Austin who seemed to be waiting for his return.
"Rodney Mack huh?" Austin said, sipping his beer.
"Ohhhh yeah. You betcha." Eric said. "See Rodney's a little peeved a...white rookie took him out of the rumble. So I'm giving him his revenge. When it comes to pinnin' Keter can't handle it!"
"Is that right?" Austin said. Eric nodded. "Well I guess you don't know what Keter can do."
"What do you mean?" Eric said, growing nervous.
Austin stood up, planning to leave after his final words so Eric wouldn't bug him to tell him what he meant.
"Ah, nothin'" Austin said and walked out.
Eric watched him go, biting his lip in curiousity. He only hoped that the damn rookie from wouldn't beat Rodney Mack. That'd give Austin too much credit. And if he beat Kane at Wrestlemania?! What would that make Eric look like?
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THE MATCH ---------------- Led by Theodore Long, his rap theme playing, Rodney Mack walked down the ramp, flexing his shoulders and throwing punches through the air, imagining that a helpless Keter was right infront of him. Last night, what the punkass white boy did frankly pissed him off. He followed Theodore up the steps, getting in after him and pulled the hood to his sleevless jacket down, and removed it, throwing it at Lilian after she announced his arrival to the ring for her to set it at ringside, and threw a few heavier practice punches as his music faded, and Theodore got a microphone for his patented speech, which most fans(including myself but im trying to get chars right)found annoying as hell.
"Lemme holla at ya playa!" Theodore said, not really looking too happy at all. "I'm gonna make this short and sweet tonight y'all. Me, and my big bad brotha Rodney Mack here, are sick and tired of the black society being robbed of oppertunities to make themselves be recognized." Ignoring the boos he strutted his stuff around some, as Rodney gave the fans a glare. "Ya see if you look at Black History, we brothas have done a great deal for this world. We went through slavery, fought the civil war, and after all that, you white folks think it's right to have a damn, white rookie strut his stuff out here, blaring his white boy rock and roll, heavy metal whateva you call it, and rob Rodney of his chance for numba one contendor. Well we ain't gonna stand for that. Keter Jikken, bring yo jive white ass-- "
Before he could finish the lights dimmed out and the red canadian symbol shined on the ring as Keter's music interupted Theodore's speech. Keter had heard enough of his bullshit and stepped through the curtains, dressed in his black pants with the red dragon on one side, and a canadian leaf on the other, his black boots, and a white, sleevless canadian shirt, as well as his black gloves and pads. Hopping up onto the apron his pyro effect startled Theodore, making the little weasel slide out of the ring, leaving just Rodney to stand there. Keter could feel the tension and when he stepped into the ring, about half way in Rodney launched forward and proceeded to hammer him on the head with his forearm, knowing of his earlier attack by Kane. When he was fully in the ring, the bell sounded and Rodney whipped him against the ropes, bouncing him back and hit him with a shoulder block, knocking him on the mat hard. Keter held his head, wincing in pain. As Rodney leaned down and started dragging him to his feet, Keter drove his elbow into the big man's gut, breaking his reign of attacks and whipped him against the ropes, waiting for him to come back and smacked him in the face with a big boot.
The match was a long and hard fought one. The top of Keter's shirt was wet from sweat, as the sweat glistening his skin shun under the light. The fight was pretty even, now with Rodney currently on the upper hand, but Keter was through with playing around. Whipping him off of the ropes again, Rodney was hoping for an elbow to the face, but Keter ducked under and bounced off the other side, and returned the gesture, only he actually connected it and knocked Rodney into a daze, and was about to fall to the mat before Keter turned him to face him and reached down, one hand between his legs and the other on his chest as he sucked in a breath and hoisted Rodney up over head as if he was going to gorilla press slam him. Showing his strength to the fans, he carried Rodney around overhead, before the referee began counting him out. When he reached 4, he suddenly turned Rodney's body and let him drop, catching him on his shoulder to where his head was facing to look in the same direction Keter was, and with a strong grip to keep him there, Keter jerked his body down and forward, swinging Rodney down hard on his back, also bringing himself to his knees. He noticed Theodore Long put his hands over his eyes at the sound of the thundering impact, then pulled up Rodney's leg for the pin.
"1..2..3!" The ref counted, and signaled for the bell ringer to ring the bell and Keter's music played once more as Lilian rose to her feet with the mic, announcing. "Here is your winner, and still number one contendor for the world heavyweight championship, Keter Jikken!"
Keter leaned against the ropes, hooking his arm over the top one to keep himself up. He had to give it to Rodney. He was one hell of an athlete in a one on one. Referee, Earl raised up his other arm for the victory. Keter smiled, pushing himself to his feet and held up his other arm, taking in the cheers from the fans for awhile before, sliding out of the ring and headed back to the locker room as the show went off the air. Going back through the curtains he noticed the two General Managers waiting for him, Austin with a smile on his face, and Bischoff with a look of anger and disappointment.
"Congratsulations, Keter. Yer goin' t'Wrestlemania for sure now." Austin said with a smile.
Eric gave a grunt and stormed off, as Austin watched him go off and then turned to Keter. Keter watched Eric leave then turned to Austin. Wiping sweat off his face with a towel from a backstage assistant he turned to Austin.
"Thanks. I need to go clean up.." Keter said.
"Alright. Keep the good work up." Austin said.
Keter nodded and headed for the showers. Standing under the warm water, massaging the back of his neck thoughts ran through his mind about facing Kane at Wrestlemania. He earned the shot so quickly. Did that make Kane afraid of him? Or was he just pissed off at a 'rookie' as they called him, winning a title shot so easily and so early in his career? Keter shook his head and turned off he water, grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist. Using another towel to dry off his hair he stepped out of the shower stall he was using, when he felt a heavy smack over his head, the sound of metal on skull ringing through his ears as he blacked out, and hit the shower floor in a thud.
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KANE --------- *CRACK* The steel chair hammered across the back of Keter's head as Kane jumped out from his hiding spot, still in his wrestling gear. As the big man fell, he stepped over near his head and leaned down.
"Hahahahahaha. You thought I ran away from your little beating didn't you?!" He raised up the chair and brought it down across Keter's back, before throwing it to the shower floor and turned, walking out where Dark Angel was waiting for him, a cruel, cold smile on his face. "Let's go.."
"Did ya get him?" Dark Angel asked, anxiously.
The question brought another hysterical laugh out of Kane.
"He's layed out in the shower, in his waist towel." Kane said as they walked for his jeep again, having parked it out of sight to keep Keter from knowing that they'd come back. Getting into the vehicle he started it up and waited for Dark Angel to get in before driving out at the correct speed limit this time, and an evil million dollar smile on his face. If Keter was gonna fight for his title, he would have to learn that being enemies with Kane wasn't easy. It was infact, a long hard road.
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. Ouch! Poor Keter, he and Kane just don't get along too well do they? I didn't really plan on Kane coming back but I couldn't think of a good way to end it from Keter's persoanlity so I decided to increase the hatred of the two by ending it with something from Kane. Please R/R for me, I hope everyone likes it.