Disclaimer: I only own Dark Angel. WWE owns the rest.
Reminder: We're pretending ther was no roster split here, if you're confused about Undertaker and Kane interacting.
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Chapter 2
Undertaker sat up on a table, Viscera stood by with his arms crossed, Midian sat cross legged on the floor, looking up at all of them, Farooq and Bradshaw sat on either side of the Undertaker, and Dark Angel leaned against the wall, filing her nails. Her sunglasses were in the pocket of her jacket. She had black eye shadow and black lipstick on. The camera man joined them to pick up their normal conversation in the middle of it. When the arena door opened, and the six heard the sound of chains and shackles ringing, they all turned as four officers stepped inside, turning around and calling for someone to come on in. Undertaker's heart almost sank to the bottom of his gut when he saw who it was in the shackles.
Kane babystepped into the arena, since he couldn't walk normally, his cuffed hands held out infront of him, his towel covered head bowed. He was in his gear already as usual. He didn't see the Ministry yet. Two more officers walked by his side and the other four behind him. He was there tonight to see if they could get him to perform appropriatly in a match. He could hear the sneakers of a lightweight person approaching. From the shape of the shadow on the floor he knew it was a camera man. He dared not look up.
"I'll be right back, guys." Undertaker gestured with his hand to tell his team mates to wait there.
He got up off of the table and walked over. His boots making louder clicks than the smaller camera man did. He stopped infront of the officers, hands on his hips.
"Hey, what the hell is this?" He gestured to Kane's hands and feet at the shackles. "He look like a murderer to you?"
The officers looked at eachother, then at Kane, then back to Undertaker, unsure if it was wise. One stepped up.
"He's under house arrest for violent behavior, sir." He said to the towering biker.
"I don't give a damn if he's on house arrest or not. I can take ten pigs watching him, but shackling is out of the question.." Undertaker paused, rubbing his mustach in thought. "Look, why don't ya give him to me for the night. I promise he'll be in good hands, and he won't hurt anybody."
Undertaker watched as the officers exchanged glances, then looked at his brother who's head was sunk down, then back at him.
"Sir you do realize you are accepting full responsibility, and you will be held accountable, if he lays his hands on anyone in a harmful manner?" One officer said.
"Yes sir, I understand that." Undertaker nodded in agreement.
After another short pause, one officer pulled a set of keys from his belt and began unlocking the handcuffs.
"We're turning you over to your brother Kane." The officer said.
The other officer got out his keys and undid the shackles on Kane's feet. A third reached and unbuckled the belt on his waist and took the shackles in his arms. Kane's arms lowered to the sides and the officers continued their way into the arena. They would stay there incase Kane did lose control and was too much for Undertaker to handle. Undertaker gave Kane a light slap on the arm.
"C'mon man." Undertaker gestured for his little brother to follow him.
Kane looked up at him for a second, then lowered his head again, following him back to the group. Undertaker resumed his position on the table.
"Guys you all know my brother." Undertaker noted to the men. "Angel this is my brother, Kane."
Kane was greeted by the APA, Midian and Viscera like an old, returning friend. He could see the boots of Dark Angel step infront of him and he glanced up some, only enough to see her face but not allowing her to see his eyes. She looked him over some before speaking in a soft, smooth voice.
"Hi Kane, good to meet you." She put out a slender, gloved hand, smiling.
Kane looked at the hand, hesitating some before he reached out with his own gloved hand, taking hers by the base of the fingers and giving a gentle, nervous shake. Undertaker watched with his hands on his lap, smiling some at how well Kane was getting along with the Ministry already. He realized, all Kane needed was some respect, and what better place to get it from than the Ministry of it.
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Our Lady Peace's "Whatever", the theme of Chris Benoit, later that night played loudly over the speakers. The rabid wolverine emerged from the curtains to the many cheers of the fans. His attire color tonight was black spandex pants with silver designs on the legs. He headed towards the ring, trying to keep from shaking. He was a brave superstar and never backed down from a fight but he had never faced this opponent that Stone Cold and Eric Bischoff both agreed on. He reached the ring, walking up the stairs and ducked under the top rope, entering, flexing his muscles some as he paced around the ring.
Backstage, just feet away from the curtain, Undertaker stood conversing with Kane.
"Alright look, this is an exibition match. Benoit's not gonna make fun o'you, ok? Go out there and give him a run for his money, but don't break his ass, ya got me?" Undertaker noticed Kane was looking down, with heavy huffs. He tapped him on the chin, getting him to look up. "Hey, hey. Listen to me. Don't hurt anyone out there. Ya got me?"
Kane nodded quietly and Undertaker gave him a brotherly slap on the back, sending him off for the curtain as Benoit's music ceased. As Kane reached the curtain the flames exploded from the stage, followed by his music as the lights turned red and he stepped out into view, recieving wild cheers from his little Kaneanites although he could make out a fair amount of boos from the die hard fans of Linda. Benoit exited the ring as Kane reached mid ramp, giving him his spot for his intro. Kane reached up to the top ropes, pulling himself up and stepped over into the middle. He threw the towel off his head and held his arms high, bringing them down to summon the explosion. His music faded, and the lights returned to normal as Benoit re- entered the ring.
The two superstars eyed eachother. Benoit paced uncomfortably back and forth as the towering machine just stood there. The bell rang and it cued Kane's movement. He took a few steps towards Benoit. The smaller opponent lunged forward, going for a grapple. Kane went with it, before hoisting Benoit up and tossing him up and down on the mat. Benoit regained his footing, shaking his head to clear it some. This guy was strong. Too strong. Too big. But he knew he could beat that, he had to! It was the only way he would survive this monster. He bounced off the ropes, coming at Kane for a clothesline. Kane ducked forward, and turned around. Benoit came back off the other side and he stuck his foot out, causing him to collide face first into his boot, dropping him like a door nail.
Kane turned, making his way for the ropes but Chris grabbed him by the foot, pulling him down face first into the mat into an anklelock. Kane managed to pull the foot in and shove outwards, sending him into the ropes. He turned, just as Benoit was coming off the ropes and was caught in the chest with a clothesline. Benoit continued, bouncing off the ropes and brought an elbow down on Kane's chest. The big red machine jerked at the impact and Benoit slid his arm under his leg, holding it up going for the pin. 1..2.. In one smooth motion Kane freed his leg and sat up. Fans roared as he got up and the two engaged in an exchange of fists. Kane soon got irritated of this and grabbed Chris's arm, whipping him into the ropes. As Chris came back he swung his hand out to catch him for the chokeslam.
Chris ducked under and came off the other set of ropes, as Kane turned, he leapt up, catching him in the head with a tornado kick. Kane staggered back, almost losing his footing. Seeing that he didn't Chris came off the ropes again, this time, landing a dropkick which sent Kane outside of the ring and hard onto the floor. Kane sat there dazed. Chris didn't want him to get the advantage again. He made his way for the turnbuckle and climbed to the very top. He waited for Kane to get to his feet before he dove off the top, splashing right into Kane and sending them both onto the metal ramp. They both lay side by side, dazed and worn out, but Chris anxiously, struggled to get to his feet, beating Kane to it as he was up when the maniac was only up on all fours. He put him down with a stomp to the head. He continued driving his boot into his head, back and ribs. He let the referee get to a six count before helping Kane up and shoved him back into the ring. He followed, climbing to the top ropes.
Kane turned to see Chris up top. He came sailing off the top going for an aerial dropkick. Kane caught him by the throat, interrupting the attack. He braced his hand on his back, ready for the chokeslam but was distracted by something coming from the ramp. Triple H. With a million dollar smile on his face he came jogging down to the ring. Kane growled and shoved Benoit into the corner, as the referee approached the ropes to prevent him from coming any closer. A few seconds later, Kane felt some tap him on the shoulder, and he turned.
Shane McMahon came from his hiding spot in the crowd. He climbed over the barrier and grabbed a chair from the bell ringer's table. He entered the ring as Triple H, whom he talked into playing as a distraction argued with the referee. He walked up behind his mother's attacker from last week and tapped his shoulder. Kane turned around and Shane gave a hard whack over his head with the chair. The impact gave a loud crack and Kane fell, blood beginning to seep out of a fresh wound. Shane tossed the chair out and rolled out of the ring, hiding behind the apron.
Chris Benoit put a hand to his head as he came to and noticed that Kane was laid out. He didn't know how but he didn't care. He crawled over to him with all his strength and draped his arm over his chest as the referee turned away from Triple H, and counted the pin. 1..2..3! His music played as Lilian talked through the microphone.
"Here is your winner by pinfall. Chris Benoit!!"
Shane stood up from his hiding spot, a cold smile on his face as he walked around to meet Triple H and together they gave heartless laughs at the out cold and bloody Kane. Chris remained laying on his back in the ring to catch his breath. His face and chest were glazed with sweat, while Kane's was covered in blood. Despite the referee's attempts, Kane did not come to. Benoit sat up, rolling over to examine as well. He was in no way in this conspiracy, he was just out to wrestle.
Shane and Hunter gave a final laugh as they turned, making their way up the ramp. Halfway there the lights faded out and the old Ministry's titan tron video played along with the Undertaker's You're Gonna Pay theme. The two stopped, mouths gaping wide as they stepped back in fear.
To put it in basic words, Undertaker was pissed off. He watched the match in his locker room and gathered the entire group when he saw Shane cheap shot Kane with the chair. Now the CEO's son and the champion were retreating from the ramp as a white light shined on the six member team who advanced down the ramp towards them all with looks of anger on their faces. The two finally turned heel and hauled ass for the crowd. Undertaker lead the chase after them, followed by the APA and Viscera. Midian and Dark Angel slid into the ring to check up on Kane as he became concious again. Benoit backed up, gesturing with his hands he meant no harm as he exited the ring, making his retreat up the ramp, turning to look at the ring again. Kane sat up, putting his gloved hand to his bloody wound and looked at it, before glancing to Midian and Dark Angel. He turned to the ramp, eyeing Chris Benoit with a cold, emotionless stare. Once more Benoit gave the hand gesture that he had nothing to do with it.
Kane continued to watch him as the silence was broken by his theme for the last few moments before they went off the air. He winced and touched his wound again. It stung like a bitch. He'd pay Shane McMahon back for that when he saw him again. He felt hands pat his back and shoulder and turned to Midian and Dark Angel.
"Hey, are you ok?" Angel asked in a concerned manner.
"Can you walk ok man?" Midian followed up after her question with his own.
Kane simply nodded to them and turned to the referee who had his towel for him. He snatched it out of his hand and flipped out of the ring, eyeing Midian and the beautiful Angel once more before turning and making his way up the ramp and through the curtains. He met up with the team of officers who immediatly rushed over to him when they saw his condition.
"Kane, are you ok?" One officer asked.
"I'm fine..." He said coldly. "Take me home.."
He slipped the towel over his head and allowed them to shackle him where they lead him to the truck and drove him for the hotel room. As he sat in the back of the truck he rested his head against the wall as he thought about Dark Angel. He couldn't get those words out of his head. "Are you ok? Are you ok?" Her sweet voice echoed through his mind. She was concerned for him. She wanted to know if he was hurt. It brought a small smile to his face as he chuckled softly. He couldn't wait for his next day of work, where he would have so many things to look forward to. Seeing Dark Angel again, being with his brother again who accepted him, and although it would be tricky, he would make Shane pay for his deed he pulled tonight.
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So what did y'all think of that chapter? Pretty cool I hope. I tried my best to have Kane's think of his new feelings for Dark Angel. As for the Shane McMahon incident I thought it might be cool to get him involved as a thorn in Kane's side, wanting revenge for his mother. And I'll try to get Dark Angel and Kane's feelings for her mixed up in this. Please R/R!
Reminder: We're pretending ther was no roster split here, if you're confused about Undertaker and Kane interacting.
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Chapter 2
Undertaker sat up on a table, Viscera stood by with his arms crossed, Midian sat cross legged on the floor, looking up at all of them, Farooq and Bradshaw sat on either side of the Undertaker, and Dark Angel leaned against the wall, filing her nails. Her sunglasses were in the pocket of her jacket. She had black eye shadow and black lipstick on. The camera man joined them to pick up their normal conversation in the middle of it. When the arena door opened, and the six heard the sound of chains and shackles ringing, they all turned as four officers stepped inside, turning around and calling for someone to come on in. Undertaker's heart almost sank to the bottom of his gut when he saw who it was in the shackles.
Kane babystepped into the arena, since he couldn't walk normally, his cuffed hands held out infront of him, his towel covered head bowed. He was in his gear already as usual. He didn't see the Ministry yet. Two more officers walked by his side and the other four behind him. He was there tonight to see if they could get him to perform appropriatly in a match. He could hear the sneakers of a lightweight person approaching. From the shape of the shadow on the floor he knew it was a camera man. He dared not look up.
"I'll be right back, guys." Undertaker gestured with his hand to tell his team mates to wait there.
He got up off of the table and walked over. His boots making louder clicks than the smaller camera man did. He stopped infront of the officers, hands on his hips.
"Hey, what the hell is this?" He gestured to Kane's hands and feet at the shackles. "He look like a murderer to you?"
The officers looked at eachother, then at Kane, then back to Undertaker, unsure if it was wise. One stepped up.
"He's under house arrest for violent behavior, sir." He said to the towering biker.
"I don't give a damn if he's on house arrest or not. I can take ten pigs watching him, but shackling is out of the question.." Undertaker paused, rubbing his mustach in thought. "Look, why don't ya give him to me for the night. I promise he'll be in good hands, and he won't hurt anybody."
Undertaker watched as the officers exchanged glances, then looked at his brother who's head was sunk down, then back at him.
"Sir you do realize you are accepting full responsibility, and you will be held accountable, if he lays his hands on anyone in a harmful manner?" One officer said.
"Yes sir, I understand that." Undertaker nodded in agreement.
After another short pause, one officer pulled a set of keys from his belt and began unlocking the handcuffs.
"We're turning you over to your brother Kane." The officer said.
The other officer got out his keys and undid the shackles on Kane's feet. A third reached and unbuckled the belt on his waist and took the shackles in his arms. Kane's arms lowered to the sides and the officers continued their way into the arena. They would stay there incase Kane did lose control and was too much for Undertaker to handle. Undertaker gave Kane a light slap on the arm.
"C'mon man." Undertaker gestured for his little brother to follow him.
Kane looked up at him for a second, then lowered his head again, following him back to the group. Undertaker resumed his position on the table.
"Guys you all know my brother." Undertaker noted to the men. "Angel this is my brother, Kane."
Kane was greeted by the APA, Midian and Viscera like an old, returning friend. He could see the boots of Dark Angel step infront of him and he glanced up some, only enough to see her face but not allowing her to see his eyes. She looked him over some before speaking in a soft, smooth voice.
"Hi Kane, good to meet you." She put out a slender, gloved hand, smiling.
Kane looked at the hand, hesitating some before he reached out with his own gloved hand, taking hers by the base of the fingers and giving a gentle, nervous shake. Undertaker watched with his hands on his lap, smiling some at how well Kane was getting along with the Ministry already. He realized, all Kane needed was some respect, and what better place to get it from than the Ministry of it.
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Our Lady Peace's "Whatever", the theme of Chris Benoit, later that night played loudly over the speakers. The rabid wolverine emerged from the curtains to the many cheers of the fans. His attire color tonight was black spandex pants with silver designs on the legs. He headed towards the ring, trying to keep from shaking. He was a brave superstar and never backed down from a fight but he had never faced this opponent that Stone Cold and Eric Bischoff both agreed on. He reached the ring, walking up the stairs and ducked under the top rope, entering, flexing his muscles some as he paced around the ring.
Backstage, just feet away from the curtain, Undertaker stood conversing with Kane.
"Alright look, this is an exibition match. Benoit's not gonna make fun o'you, ok? Go out there and give him a run for his money, but don't break his ass, ya got me?" Undertaker noticed Kane was looking down, with heavy huffs. He tapped him on the chin, getting him to look up. "Hey, hey. Listen to me. Don't hurt anyone out there. Ya got me?"
Kane nodded quietly and Undertaker gave him a brotherly slap on the back, sending him off for the curtain as Benoit's music ceased. As Kane reached the curtain the flames exploded from the stage, followed by his music as the lights turned red and he stepped out into view, recieving wild cheers from his little Kaneanites although he could make out a fair amount of boos from the die hard fans of Linda. Benoit exited the ring as Kane reached mid ramp, giving him his spot for his intro. Kane reached up to the top ropes, pulling himself up and stepped over into the middle. He threw the towel off his head and held his arms high, bringing them down to summon the explosion. His music faded, and the lights returned to normal as Benoit re- entered the ring.
The two superstars eyed eachother. Benoit paced uncomfortably back and forth as the towering machine just stood there. The bell rang and it cued Kane's movement. He took a few steps towards Benoit. The smaller opponent lunged forward, going for a grapple. Kane went with it, before hoisting Benoit up and tossing him up and down on the mat. Benoit regained his footing, shaking his head to clear it some. This guy was strong. Too strong. Too big. But he knew he could beat that, he had to! It was the only way he would survive this monster. He bounced off the ropes, coming at Kane for a clothesline. Kane ducked forward, and turned around. Benoit came back off the other side and he stuck his foot out, causing him to collide face first into his boot, dropping him like a door nail.
Kane turned, making his way for the ropes but Chris grabbed him by the foot, pulling him down face first into the mat into an anklelock. Kane managed to pull the foot in and shove outwards, sending him into the ropes. He turned, just as Benoit was coming off the ropes and was caught in the chest with a clothesline. Benoit continued, bouncing off the ropes and brought an elbow down on Kane's chest. The big red machine jerked at the impact and Benoit slid his arm under his leg, holding it up going for the pin. 1..2.. In one smooth motion Kane freed his leg and sat up. Fans roared as he got up and the two engaged in an exchange of fists. Kane soon got irritated of this and grabbed Chris's arm, whipping him into the ropes. As Chris came back he swung his hand out to catch him for the chokeslam.
Chris ducked under and came off the other set of ropes, as Kane turned, he leapt up, catching him in the head with a tornado kick. Kane staggered back, almost losing his footing. Seeing that he didn't Chris came off the ropes again, this time, landing a dropkick which sent Kane outside of the ring and hard onto the floor. Kane sat there dazed. Chris didn't want him to get the advantage again. He made his way for the turnbuckle and climbed to the very top. He waited for Kane to get to his feet before he dove off the top, splashing right into Kane and sending them both onto the metal ramp. They both lay side by side, dazed and worn out, but Chris anxiously, struggled to get to his feet, beating Kane to it as he was up when the maniac was only up on all fours. He put him down with a stomp to the head. He continued driving his boot into his head, back and ribs. He let the referee get to a six count before helping Kane up and shoved him back into the ring. He followed, climbing to the top ropes.
Kane turned to see Chris up top. He came sailing off the top going for an aerial dropkick. Kane caught him by the throat, interrupting the attack. He braced his hand on his back, ready for the chokeslam but was distracted by something coming from the ramp. Triple H. With a million dollar smile on his face he came jogging down to the ring. Kane growled and shoved Benoit into the corner, as the referee approached the ropes to prevent him from coming any closer. A few seconds later, Kane felt some tap him on the shoulder, and he turned.
Shane McMahon came from his hiding spot in the crowd. He climbed over the barrier and grabbed a chair from the bell ringer's table. He entered the ring as Triple H, whom he talked into playing as a distraction argued with the referee. He walked up behind his mother's attacker from last week and tapped his shoulder. Kane turned around and Shane gave a hard whack over his head with the chair. The impact gave a loud crack and Kane fell, blood beginning to seep out of a fresh wound. Shane tossed the chair out and rolled out of the ring, hiding behind the apron.
Chris Benoit put a hand to his head as he came to and noticed that Kane was laid out. He didn't know how but he didn't care. He crawled over to him with all his strength and draped his arm over his chest as the referee turned away from Triple H, and counted the pin. 1..2..3! His music played as Lilian talked through the microphone.
"Here is your winner by pinfall. Chris Benoit!!"
Shane stood up from his hiding spot, a cold smile on his face as he walked around to meet Triple H and together they gave heartless laughs at the out cold and bloody Kane. Chris remained laying on his back in the ring to catch his breath. His face and chest were glazed with sweat, while Kane's was covered in blood. Despite the referee's attempts, Kane did not come to. Benoit sat up, rolling over to examine as well. He was in no way in this conspiracy, he was just out to wrestle.
Shane and Hunter gave a final laugh as they turned, making their way up the ramp. Halfway there the lights faded out and the old Ministry's titan tron video played along with the Undertaker's You're Gonna Pay theme. The two stopped, mouths gaping wide as they stepped back in fear.
To put it in basic words, Undertaker was pissed off. He watched the match in his locker room and gathered the entire group when he saw Shane cheap shot Kane with the chair. Now the CEO's son and the champion were retreating from the ramp as a white light shined on the six member team who advanced down the ramp towards them all with looks of anger on their faces. The two finally turned heel and hauled ass for the crowd. Undertaker lead the chase after them, followed by the APA and Viscera. Midian and Dark Angel slid into the ring to check up on Kane as he became concious again. Benoit backed up, gesturing with his hands he meant no harm as he exited the ring, making his retreat up the ramp, turning to look at the ring again. Kane sat up, putting his gloved hand to his bloody wound and looked at it, before glancing to Midian and Dark Angel. He turned to the ramp, eyeing Chris Benoit with a cold, emotionless stare. Once more Benoit gave the hand gesture that he had nothing to do with it.
Kane continued to watch him as the silence was broken by his theme for the last few moments before they went off the air. He winced and touched his wound again. It stung like a bitch. He'd pay Shane McMahon back for that when he saw him again. He felt hands pat his back and shoulder and turned to Midian and Dark Angel.
"Hey, are you ok?" Angel asked in a concerned manner.
"Can you walk ok man?" Midian followed up after her question with his own.
Kane simply nodded to them and turned to the referee who had his towel for him. He snatched it out of his hand and flipped out of the ring, eyeing Midian and the beautiful Angel once more before turning and making his way up the ramp and through the curtains. He met up with the team of officers who immediatly rushed over to him when they saw his condition.
"Kane, are you ok?" One officer asked.
"I'm fine..." He said coldly. "Take me home.."
He slipped the towel over his head and allowed them to shackle him where they lead him to the truck and drove him for the hotel room. As he sat in the back of the truck he rested his head against the wall as he thought about Dark Angel. He couldn't get those words out of his head. "Are you ok? Are you ok?" Her sweet voice echoed through his mind. She was concerned for him. She wanted to know if he was hurt. It brought a small smile to his face as he chuckled softly. He couldn't wait for his next day of work, where he would have so many things to look forward to. Seeing Dark Angel again, being with his brother again who accepted him, and although it would be tricky, he would make Shane pay for his deed he pulled tonight.
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So what did y'all think of that chapter? Pretty cool I hope. I tried my best to have Kane's think of his new feelings for Dark Angel. As for the Shane McMahon incident I thought it might be cool to get him involved as a thorn in Kane's side, wanting revenge for his mother. And I'll try to get Dark Angel and Kane's feelings for her mixed up in this. Please R/R!