Disclaimer: I only own Keter and Dark Angel in this. The rest belong to WWE
A/n: This chapter has a bit of dirty content in it. So if you're VERY easily offended, do beware
Author: Shadow
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Chapter 3: Quarreling Thoughts.
KETER ******* Keter sat on the couch in black sweat pants and a white t-shirt, watching the on-air taping of the past Raw event. His hand rested on the gatorade bottle as he watched the entrance of Kane on the tv screen. Watched him enter the ring, chokeslam Chris Jericho, chokeslam him, then deliver to him a tombstone. He did a series of rewinds on the part where he attacked Kane with a chair in the backstage area. I can beat this guy. He said to himself. He can't break me! He can attack me infront of millions of people, he can jump be in the shower when I least suspect him, but he will not break me! He leaned back as he let it play on finally, picking up the phone when a commercial break came over the tape. He had to get his mind off the troubles Kane was causing him. Now for a light subject. He dialed in the digits and placed the receiver to his ear. He smiled when he heard the soft voice of his young niece, his sister's daughter pick up the phone.
"Hewwo?" The four year old said cutely.
"Hey sweetheart, it's uncle Keter." He said, being unable to resist a laugh of adoring towards the young girl.
"Hi uncie!" She squealed back and giggled.
"Is your mama or grandma there?"
"Uh-huh!"
He waited as he heard her call out to her grandma, his mother and a moment later her soft, elderly voice answered.
"Keter?"
"Hi mom, I was just checking in to see if you reached the hotel yet." He said. "How was your flight?"
"Fine, honey. We can't wait to see you perform!" His mother, who was coming with part of his direct family the next night to see Raw.
"Can't wait to see ya there." Keter smiled. "Give Rina a hug for me?" He asked his mother, for his niece, then spoke of his sister. "And tell Tanya I said hi."
"Alright honey, I love you."
"Love you too. See ya tomorrow."
"Okay!"
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KANE/DARK ANGEL ******* Even in the heat of passion, Kane would conspire against his enemies. He lay on his back in bed, enjoying some "personal time" with his significant other, Dark Angel, running his hand that normally wore the glove through her hair as her hips rocked slowly under the covers, working them both. Dark Angel always loved, the feeling of Kane playing with her hair, maybe even more than she liked being screwed(for lack of a better word) by him.
Kane sighed in deep content and layed his head back on the pillow, his hand moving from her hair, sliding down her shoulders, and over her bare chest, giving good attention to the situation although his mind was also on Keter. Pleasant thoughts. Evil thoughts. He was going to break the rookie come Wrestlemania and before then he would batter and bruise him.
Even in a complete state of erotic pleasure, Dark Angel shared her lover's thoughts of making Keter's life a living hell then putting the icing on the cake when the title match rolled around. She gave a deep sigh as their session of sexual adventure came to a heavy climax, she collapsed onto her large man's chest, panting, her soft, light pale skin glazed with sweat, which was a sight that turned Kane on.
Finally, a laugh escaped his lips. The thoughts of breaking in the challenger were now utterly hilarious.
Dark Angel laughed herself, resting her head against his pec muscles, rubbing her hands over his broad shoulders as she caught her breath.
"Keter's not gonna survive this. I don't think I'll let him make it to Wrestlemania." Kane said, running his hand over her smooth, cool, damp skin, his other hand playing lovingly with her hair.
"Ooh." Dark Angel moaned in delight of Kane's words. "You're so cruel it turns me on."
"I can fix that.." Kane said with a dark smirk and flipped Dark Angel over, underneath him, and the covers, kissing her deeply as he started working into her again, yet the thought of how Keter would be destroyed in due time, left neither of their heads.
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KETER/KANE ************* The next morning, Keter along with a load of other superstars arrived at the gym to get some training in for the next day they would perform the next Raw event. He dropped his bag near a weight bench and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, dressed in a pair of gym pants, sneakers his gloves and a grey sweat shirt over a white t-shirt. He took a drink of gatorade and started his workout with a few stretching exercises. He was on leg lunges when a shadow..two shadows, loomed over him and he heard heavy breathing. He looked up. Kane. Kane with Dark Angel. The cold hearted woman wore a pair of gym shorts, sneakers, gloves and one of her merchandise sports bras with her hair pinned up behind her. The giant of a champion, Keter's opponent wore solid black pants, boots, boxers tape and a hooded sweat shirt with the hood pulled over his head.
Keter straightened up and looked at Kane quietly. Out of the corner of his eyes and from behind the Big Red Machine, he could see some superstars watching, a few of them getting some others to watch, as they were probably expecting down, dirty fight right there between the two brutes.
"What do you want?" Keter asked, locking eyes with Kane, unphased by his cold, piercing stare.
"How's your head?" The bigger man asked mockingly.
"Feels fine. In a couple of months, yours won't."
Kane smirked, stepping in closer, and Keter could smell his foul breath that JR had talked about a year earlier.
"I'm not afraid of you rookie. I'm gonna break you in half before Wrestlemania comes. And your mother's gonna be there to witness it." Kane smirked again.
"How did you--?" Keter started to ask.
"Oh yeah, Keter. When a superstar's family comes to an event the whole team knows." The big beast of the flame smirked. "I'm gonna give her something to remember you by. Me cracking your skull open. Then maybe I'll crack hers- -"
"You keep my family out of this Kane. This is between, you, me, and that belt." Keter felt his anger boiling up inside.
"You think you're man enough to take his title away, Jikken?" Dark Angel suddenly butted in. "You think you're bad with your dyed hair and heavy metal, patriotic video?"
Keter couldn't help but smirk, and looked to the manager of his opponent for March.
"Patriotic video...there anything else you need sweetheart? Let us big boys have a conversation?" He smirked, mockingly at her, hoping to put a dent in her cocky attiude.
"Conversation." Dark Angel nodded. "A word with four syllables. Do you want some ice before your brain overheats?"
"Ice." Keter chuckled. "Yeah you could chizzle some off your heart. If you can find it."
Keter's smirk grew before Kane got fully up in his face. Keter turned from the bitch and looked up at the asshole, locking eyes even harder now, and despite his foul breath, didn't flinch or scrunch up his face.
"I'll see you tomorrow night Keter. You better watch your back." Kane said before, guiding Dark Angel off before she did something stupid and tried attacking Keter.
Keter snorted and went back to his leg lunges, then went to stretching out his sides, leaning to the side as far as he could. If things weren't hard enough, they are now, Keter thought. Kane threatened to involve his family in this matter. Keter had to make sure that didn't happen, and at the same time he had to think of a away to even the odds between Kane and him. He was a dirty fighter, but Kane was dirtier. He did his stretches until an idea came to him, and he kept it in mind, deciding to go to Austin or even Bischoff about it. When that matter came up he took a precaution and knew if he went to Austin, Bischoff would only up it to put more into Kane's favor. So he would go straight to Bischoff with his idea, making the black belt think he could trust him. The plan all thought out, Keter smirked at his own cleverness.
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I apologize for such a long wait but I had a writer's block in the middle of this chapter. I hope to update this and Heart Of A Machine much quicker next time. Please R/R your thoughts on this chapter to me! Thanks!
A/n: This chapter has a bit of dirty content in it. So if you're VERY easily offended, do beware
Author: Shadow
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Chapter 3: Quarreling Thoughts.
KETER ******* Keter sat on the couch in black sweat pants and a white t-shirt, watching the on-air taping of the past Raw event. His hand rested on the gatorade bottle as he watched the entrance of Kane on the tv screen. Watched him enter the ring, chokeslam Chris Jericho, chokeslam him, then deliver to him a tombstone. He did a series of rewinds on the part where he attacked Kane with a chair in the backstage area. I can beat this guy. He said to himself. He can't break me! He can attack me infront of millions of people, he can jump be in the shower when I least suspect him, but he will not break me! He leaned back as he let it play on finally, picking up the phone when a commercial break came over the tape. He had to get his mind off the troubles Kane was causing him. Now for a light subject. He dialed in the digits and placed the receiver to his ear. He smiled when he heard the soft voice of his young niece, his sister's daughter pick up the phone.
"Hewwo?" The four year old said cutely.
"Hey sweetheart, it's uncle Keter." He said, being unable to resist a laugh of adoring towards the young girl.
"Hi uncie!" She squealed back and giggled.
"Is your mama or grandma there?"
"Uh-huh!"
He waited as he heard her call out to her grandma, his mother and a moment later her soft, elderly voice answered.
"Keter?"
"Hi mom, I was just checking in to see if you reached the hotel yet." He said. "How was your flight?"
"Fine, honey. We can't wait to see you perform!" His mother, who was coming with part of his direct family the next night to see Raw.
"Can't wait to see ya there." Keter smiled. "Give Rina a hug for me?" He asked his mother, for his niece, then spoke of his sister. "And tell Tanya I said hi."
"Alright honey, I love you."
"Love you too. See ya tomorrow."
"Okay!"
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KANE/DARK ANGEL ******* Even in the heat of passion, Kane would conspire against his enemies. He lay on his back in bed, enjoying some "personal time" with his significant other, Dark Angel, running his hand that normally wore the glove through her hair as her hips rocked slowly under the covers, working them both. Dark Angel always loved, the feeling of Kane playing with her hair, maybe even more than she liked being screwed(for lack of a better word) by him.
Kane sighed in deep content and layed his head back on the pillow, his hand moving from her hair, sliding down her shoulders, and over her bare chest, giving good attention to the situation although his mind was also on Keter. Pleasant thoughts. Evil thoughts. He was going to break the rookie come Wrestlemania and before then he would batter and bruise him.
Even in a complete state of erotic pleasure, Dark Angel shared her lover's thoughts of making Keter's life a living hell then putting the icing on the cake when the title match rolled around. She gave a deep sigh as their session of sexual adventure came to a heavy climax, she collapsed onto her large man's chest, panting, her soft, light pale skin glazed with sweat, which was a sight that turned Kane on.
Finally, a laugh escaped his lips. The thoughts of breaking in the challenger were now utterly hilarious.
Dark Angel laughed herself, resting her head against his pec muscles, rubbing her hands over his broad shoulders as she caught her breath.
"Keter's not gonna survive this. I don't think I'll let him make it to Wrestlemania." Kane said, running his hand over her smooth, cool, damp skin, his other hand playing lovingly with her hair.
"Ooh." Dark Angel moaned in delight of Kane's words. "You're so cruel it turns me on."
"I can fix that.." Kane said with a dark smirk and flipped Dark Angel over, underneath him, and the covers, kissing her deeply as he started working into her again, yet the thought of how Keter would be destroyed in due time, left neither of their heads.
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KETER/KANE ************* The next morning, Keter along with a load of other superstars arrived at the gym to get some training in for the next day they would perform the next Raw event. He dropped his bag near a weight bench and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, dressed in a pair of gym pants, sneakers his gloves and a grey sweat shirt over a white t-shirt. He took a drink of gatorade and started his workout with a few stretching exercises. He was on leg lunges when a shadow..two shadows, loomed over him and he heard heavy breathing. He looked up. Kane. Kane with Dark Angel. The cold hearted woman wore a pair of gym shorts, sneakers, gloves and one of her merchandise sports bras with her hair pinned up behind her. The giant of a champion, Keter's opponent wore solid black pants, boots, boxers tape and a hooded sweat shirt with the hood pulled over his head.
Keter straightened up and looked at Kane quietly. Out of the corner of his eyes and from behind the Big Red Machine, he could see some superstars watching, a few of them getting some others to watch, as they were probably expecting down, dirty fight right there between the two brutes.
"What do you want?" Keter asked, locking eyes with Kane, unphased by his cold, piercing stare.
"How's your head?" The bigger man asked mockingly.
"Feels fine. In a couple of months, yours won't."
Kane smirked, stepping in closer, and Keter could smell his foul breath that JR had talked about a year earlier.
"I'm not afraid of you rookie. I'm gonna break you in half before Wrestlemania comes. And your mother's gonna be there to witness it." Kane smirked again.
"How did you--?" Keter started to ask.
"Oh yeah, Keter. When a superstar's family comes to an event the whole team knows." The big beast of the flame smirked. "I'm gonna give her something to remember you by. Me cracking your skull open. Then maybe I'll crack hers- -"
"You keep my family out of this Kane. This is between, you, me, and that belt." Keter felt his anger boiling up inside.
"You think you're man enough to take his title away, Jikken?" Dark Angel suddenly butted in. "You think you're bad with your dyed hair and heavy metal, patriotic video?"
Keter couldn't help but smirk, and looked to the manager of his opponent for March.
"Patriotic video...there anything else you need sweetheart? Let us big boys have a conversation?" He smirked, mockingly at her, hoping to put a dent in her cocky attiude.
"Conversation." Dark Angel nodded. "A word with four syllables. Do you want some ice before your brain overheats?"
"Ice." Keter chuckled. "Yeah you could chizzle some off your heart. If you can find it."
Keter's smirk grew before Kane got fully up in his face. Keter turned from the bitch and looked up at the asshole, locking eyes even harder now, and despite his foul breath, didn't flinch or scrunch up his face.
"I'll see you tomorrow night Keter. You better watch your back." Kane said before, guiding Dark Angel off before she did something stupid and tried attacking Keter.
Keter snorted and went back to his leg lunges, then went to stretching out his sides, leaning to the side as far as he could. If things weren't hard enough, they are now, Keter thought. Kane threatened to involve his family in this matter. Keter had to make sure that didn't happen, and at the same time he had to think of a away to even the odds between Kane and him. He was a dirty fighter, but Kane was dirtier. He did his stretches until an idea came to him, and he kept it in mind, deciding to go to Austin or even Bischoff about it. When that matter came up he took a precaution and knew if he went to Austin, Bischoff would only up it to put more into Kane's favor. So he would go straight to Bischoff with his idea, making the black belt think he could trust him. The plan all thought out, Keter smirked at his own cleverness.
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I apologize for such a long wait but I had a writer's block in the middle of this chapter. I hope to update this and Heart Of A Machine much quicker next time. Please R/R your thoughts on this chapter to me! Thanks!