A/n: Thanks alot for the reviews everyone, I appreciate it. I'm really glad
you enjoyed it. I'd like to give some credit to FanFiction.Net member
Ellectra. She gave me the idea of having Shane McMahon return for revenge
for his mother and become a thorn in Kane's side. As for Triple H I just
figured since he's engaged to Stephanie in real life, he should be the
asshole he is too and aid his future brother in law. Oh but don't
worry....the two...will feel the burn...Mwahahahahahaha!!!!! And now we
continue. ^.^
Disclaimer: Just a reminder, WWE owns the wrestlers here, I only own Dark Angel(P.S: What do y'all think of her?)
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Chapter 3
Smackdown! was sold out the next night, as everyone wanted to see more heat from what happened to Kane by the hands of Shane McMahon. The commentators for the show, Tazz and Michael Cole(no roster split still but hey these guys still gotta work, lol) were welcoming everyone and discussing the matter which happened three days back on Monday night RAW when Kane faced Chris Benoit in an exhibition match.
The chattering of the fans turned into boos as the silence from the speakers played a familiar theme of the antagonist of last week. "Here Comes The Money" played as Shane came strutting his stuff in a neat pair of black dress suit pants, neat black shoes and a white button up shirt. A surprise to all, was his wife Marissa Mazzola, walking by his side in a blue spaghetti string and black jeans. As they walked, the announcer introduced them.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, being accompanied to the ring by his wife Marissa Mazzola, the President of the WWE New Media, Shane McMahon!"
Despite her friendly smiles to the fans, the two still recieved boos although she figured they were probably all towards her husband for striking that man with the chair. Shane climbed up the steps followed by Marissa, where he spread the ropes for her "gentlemanly" like, helping her into the ring, then got in himself and took the mic from the announcer, smiling happily, which drew more boos. His music cut and he paused some, before speaking in a happy, lighthearted manner.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Thursday night Smackdown! First of all I'm happy to introduce you all to my lovely wife Marissa, who will be at my side for the next few weeks."
Shane paced around the ring, ignoring the very familiar "Asshole" chant from the crowds for a few seconds before actually acknowledging it.
"Ya know you people call me that name...and for what? For what reason do I deserve to be called that? Because I struck Kane over the head with a chair this past Monday night? I did it for good reason. I did it because he deserved it. He DESERVED it...for attacking my mother last week."
Some fans who saw it Shane's way cheered for his speech although they were flooded out with the booing majority. Shane narrowed his eyes at them, angry.
"And in case you have short term memory loss.." Shane spoke up again, "I want to, as much as I don't wanna see this with my very eyes, because it's just too traumatizing, but I'd like to refresh your memory, let's take you back to Raw, last week, Monday night near the end of the show." The titan tron lit up with a paused video, showing Kane surrounded by the referees, his eyes on Linda. "Kane was scheduled to face Rob Van Dam but he turned it into chaos, and this was the result!"
The video unpaused. Kane threw the officials out of his way and Shane lowered his eyes as he only listened to the commentators words that night. The fans watched as Kane seized Linda by the throat, telling her he wouldn't be stopped then flipped her upside down and held her around the waist, before tombstoning her headfirst into the mat. The video ended when Kane exited through the curtain. Shane looked up when it was over.
"As a result of that, Kane's house arrest time has been lengthened and I have been asked to take over my father's position while he takes care of my mother in our home." Shane looked around, knowing boos would come and they did. "And as current, head CEO substitute, I would like to let Kane know that my revenge, did not end this past Monday, oh no. It will continue, until you--"
He was cut off with a simultaneous blackout and the Ministry video playing with Undertaker's music. The curtain parted and Undertaker stepped out, heading for the ring followed by Midian and Viscera. He was dressed in all black, including his old "Big Evil" shirt and a black bandana. Midian and Viscera wore their old wrestling attire as always. They reached the ring, and Undertaker slid under the bottom ropes and stood up, getting in Shane's face as Midian and Viscera made their way up the steps and stepped under the top rope, circling Shane and his wife who looked at the nervously. The lights lit up as the music ended and Undertaker reached for Shane's hand with the microphone grabbing around his hand tight and pulled it and the mic up to his mouth. He remained standing there, glaring at Shane for a few seconds allowing the fans wild cheers to quiet down.
"....Does the word, "misunderstood"....mean anything t'yer punk ass?..."
Shane was drawn back a bit, as well as nervous being around the big man who he was hardly ever on good terms with. Worried for his wife he turned to Marissa, who was keeping her eyes on Viscera and Midian. He snapped back into reality when Undertaker snapped his fingers and lightly slapped him in the cheek to regain eye contact.
"Hey! I'm talkin' to you boy. Does the word...."misunderstood"....mean a damn thing to you? Do you know what it means?"
"Y-yes 'Taker I do." Shane gulped.
"Well then give me one good reason that you had to attack my little brother when he's simply misunderstood and going through hard times right now." Shane tried to answer but Undertaker got in his face raising his voice. "It's your mother's fault..that she got tombstoned last week and it's all those referees' and agents' fault that they got their asses whooped. They got into the way of a pissed off animal, and when you corner an animal like they my brother on that stage, you WILL get hurt." Shane drew back some but Undertaker pulled him by his hand he had a grip on to keep him from escaping. "Kane....is under my watch now. He's my responsibility, while here, given to me by the officers who watch him.....I'm willing to accept any consequences on me, if he comes out here tonight and beats your ass because I won't stop him. The best advice I can give you is to watch your back, because the Big Red Machine doesn't accept apologies!"
Undertaker gave Shane a rough shove making him stumble and almost losing his footing. He signaled for Midian and Viscera for the three to take leave, and turned to the curtain where a large explosion nearly blinded him.
-A few minutes before- The officers lead Kane into the arena, in shackles until they were met by the APA and Dark Angel.
"Is Undertaker here?" One officers asked the three.
"Yeah he's here, just turn him over to us and we'll watch him until he gets back, he's at the ring now." Bradshaw answered.
"You three are friends?"
"We're his Ministry." Farooq said.
"Alright."
The three officers with keys unlocked Kane's shackles and he joined the three in walking further into the arena, keeping his face hidden by the towel.
"What's Mark doing in the ring?" Kane asked darkly and softly.
"Shane's out there talking crap and--"
Bradshaw started to say before Kane quickened up his pace when he heard fact that Shane was here. He marched for the entrance area, walking as fast as he could.
"Whoa hold on Kane, we're 'sposed to watch you!" Bradshaw called.
"Kane!" Dark Angel tried but Kane didn't even look back.
"I'm not 5 years old!" Kane called back as he walked.
"Shit." Farooq bit his lip in frustration. "What are we gonna do? We can't stop him."
"Maybe Mark, Vis and Dennis can." Dark Angel said hopefully.
-Back to present- The explosion sounded, followed by his Finger Eleven theme and Kane walked through the curtains, letting his body itself part them and came storming down the walkway for the ring. Inside he saw Shane try to retreat but Viscera blocked his way as Undertaker and Midian watched him approach. Marissa looked scared as hell and she should be, Kane thought, for her husbands safety. He pulled himself up onto the apron, and stepped over the top rope, and loomed towards Shane with a glare of hatred. Shane gulped, taking a step back but Kane grabbed his hand that held the microphone, pulling it up to his mouth.
"You think that was funny, Monday night?" Kane growled. "Huh?"
Shane tried to step back but Kane jerked him back into position.
"Huh?! Do you?! Do you see a smile on my face, Shane? You think I give a damn about your need for revenge for Linda? I'll put you in the hospital where you'll have to suck food through a straw!!!!!"
Kane didn't know whether it was his upfront attitude or his blunt way of telling Shane he was mad, but the fans erupted into loud cheers for him. He took a second to glance around and see fans raise signs with his name and pictures on them. He looked back at Shane and continued. Kane's large shoulders raised up and down with heavy breaths as anger began fueling his body.
"You blind sided me and then you and Triple H, LAUGHED about it!!! You were LAUGHING...AT ME!!!!!"
Kane screamed into Shane's face. Marissa stepped back, coming close to tearing up for fear of his safety. Midian and Viscera were about ready to restrain Kane but Undertaker gave them the signal to stay as they were.
"I keep trying to tell everyone, Shane. I told Rico...Tommy Dreamer..Rob Van Dam..Austin..JR and your mother, BUT THEY DIDN'T LISTEN!! They kept on laughing and making jokes and for that they suffered!! House arrest, police teams, and shackles, isn't gonna stop me Shane! NO ONE....CAN-STOP-ME!!!"
Kane roared, causing Shane to shake in his boots before he tightened grip on the Boy Wonder's hand and reered his gloved fist back, and decked him in the face, knocking him flat on the floor. Not expecting this, Undertaker gave the word and Midian stepped in, grabbing Kane by the shoulders trying to draw him away from Shane. It resulted in an enraged Kane, turning on Midian and chokeslamming him to hell. Viscera grabbed Kane by the shoulder to make him face him. Kane, turned to him, but with it came a hard right hand to the face, repeating this until Viscera's large form was knocked out of the ring. Fans were screaming as Kane exploded into anger. Marissa knelt by Shane crying and begging for him to get up. A twisted smile came over Kane's face and he approached her, flexing out his right hand, when suddenly Undertaker stepped in his way, putting a hand on his chest and asking him to calm down.
Kane retaliated instantly and caught big brother with a punch to the jaw, almost knocking him off his feet. He followed up with their trademarked, thrust to the throat, knocking him against the ropes and then a clothesline outside the ring. Undertaker hit the floor with a heavy thud and cussed under his breath.
"Damn it. Son of a bitch!!!" He punched the floor at his failure to keep Kane at bay.
In the ring, Kane smiled darkly and towered over Marissa. She looked up and he grabbed her by the throat, pulling to her feet. He laughed in her face and was about ready to chokeslam her when he looked at the walkway to see the team of officers making their way to the ring in fast sprints. As the first one slid under the ropes, Kane shoved Marissa to the floor and walked to meet him. As he got to his feet, Kane knocked him back down with a blow to the face. Piece by piece the ten officers all made it in, only to be annihalated by the Big Red Machine, despite the use of their batons and their attempts to draw their tazers. The last two entered and were caught by the throat by Kane, who lifted them into the air for a double chokeslam. As he drove them down he then raised his arms, doing his pyro gimmick which cued his music.
Kane stepped over the pile of scattered bodies and flipped out of the ring, straightening his towel as he stormed for the curtain. He tore through the curtain and stormed his way down the hall, heading for his locker room. On his way there an unlucky sound man got in his way and Kane ran him into a stack of crates, causing them to tumble over his small, lanky body. He continued his way, reaching his locker room door and shoved the door open, and slammed it behind him as hard as he could. He huffed heavily, yanking the towel off his head and tossed it onto the bench and threw a chair across the room right at the wall before he sat down in a corner and curled up, covering his head as he began rocking back and forth. Once more the voices of those he had attacked rang through his head, mocking him, laughing at him, calling him names like "Freak" "Animal" "Monster" "Monstrosity" and "Abnormality". He squeezed his eyes shut, coming close to crying, already sobbing softly as he quietly begged them to stop...
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"Shit!" Undertaker cursed back stage in the Ministry's locker room as he slammed his fist onto a table. "I knew that was gonna happen. Why I didn't stop him sooner, I don't know. DAMN!!"
He yelled, before rubbing his eyes with one hand, then put his hands on his hips and looked up.
"Mark someone's gotta get to him and calm him down. Someone who can reach him." Midian said as he held his throat and looked up from the bench he sat on.
"Yeah but who?!" Undertaker looked at Midian outstretching his arms. "I'm his own brother and he hit me like I murdered his fuckin' mother or somethin'!"
"Mmm." Bradshaw said, rubbing his chin, eyes on the floor.
"...What?" Undertaker said, turning to him.
"Ya know...you kinda did. That's why he came here in the first place was to- -"
"Bradshaw..." Undertaker cut in. "...You say another word to me like that..and I will knock the hell out of you. That's a sign of disrespect, a thing that this team is against!"
"Right..sorry."
"Now what are we gonna do about Kane? He's my responsibility and y'all agreed to help me with him so...let's hear some suggestions."
"I'll talk to him.." Dark Angel stepped in.
"You'll what?" Undertaker looked at her as if he thought she was nuts.
"I'll talk to him." She repeated. "I think I can reach him, Mark."
"Listen now, Alektra. You don't know how Kane is. He'll hurt you if you say something wrong."
"Mark I can handle it. Trust me..and if he does attack me then I'll face it and take some bumps and bruises."
"...." Undertaker remained quiet for a moment and sighed. "Alright, alright. Just be careful."
There was a knock on their door and Dark Angel opened it on her way out. Terri Runnels and a camera man stood in the doorway.
"Hey Mark, can we get an interview?" Terri asked, looking over Dark Angel's shoulder.
"Sure, yeah." Mark said and beckoned them inside as he rubbed his eyes again, still a little woozy from Kane's attack. "Come on in.."
Dark Angel stepped out, and Terri and the camera man stepped in. The door closed and Dark Angel took a deep breath, finding a backstage sound guy and tapped his shoulder.
"Hey do you know where Kane's room is?"
"Yeah, curve around that hall, and his name's on the door."
The man pointed behind her to a hall that curved slightly, and Dark Angel nodded.
"Thanks."
She headed the other way, walking down the hall as she looked for the room.
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Kane continued sobbing softly when he heard a knock on the door.
"Kane? Kane open up it's me, Angel."
He looked up at the light from under the door that peeked into his dark room. He shook in fear, covering his face again.
"Kane? I'm coming in."
The knob turned and the door opened. Angel's slender figure was illuminated from the light that creeped in slowly. He saw her head turn before reaching for the lightswitch and flipped it on. By the time they turned on, Kane had donned his towel again and resumed curling up in a corner. Dark Angel looked at him with sad, sorrowful eyes and walked over to him.
"Kane--"
"STAY AWAY!"
"Kane I'm not here to hurt you. I just wanna talk."
"You're here to make fun of me. Just like they did out there! I'll hurt you if you make fun of me!!!"
"Jesus, no Kane. I'm not here to make fun of you."
Despite how dangerous it may have seemed, she sat on the floor next to him. And reached out, rubbing his shoulder soothingly.
"It's okay. 'Taker's not mad at you. He's mad at himself."
"He stood against me....he's supposed to be my friend, Angel, he's supposed to be my BROTHER!"
Kane's shouting made Angel jump some, the camera man that caught up took a step back.
"He didn't want you to hurt Marissa that's all. She wasn't making fun of you."
Kane brought his hands down and peeked out at her through the towel, his eyes were damp and red from crying. Dark Angel saw this and put an arm around Kane, pulling him gently towards her where she hugged his head to her chest, trying to sooth him. To her happiness, Kane responded by hugging her back and hid his face from the camera.
"Shhh. There now...you'll be ok." She whispered softly. "I'm here for you..."
Kane remained in Dark Angel's arms the entire show. They didn't exchange words at all, nor did he look at her. He just stayed in her arms until the aching officers came to the room to pick him up. Dark Angel rubbed his back soothingly and told him she'd see him Monday. Kane walked out of his dressing room and willingly let the officers shackle him since he was in a better mood. He smiled under his towel on their way to the van.
"Ya alright Kane?" A female officer asked.
"..Yes.." Kane spoke softly as they walked, the chains jingling with each step he took.
"No hard feelings about tonight, alright hon? We know you were upset."
"Right..."
"You sure put on a hell of a show though." A male officer chimed in, in a friendly manner.
The officers laughed softly. Kane just kept looking ahead and didn't say anything. They reached the van where he walked up the steps and through the protective metal door where he sat down and watched another female officer close and lock it, then exited the van and closed the doors. The van pulled out of the arena as Kane sat in thought about Dark Angel. Once more, he couldn't wait to see her again on Monday.
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A/n: Sorry for the long delay. I had a little trouble getting computer time in. I hope you all enjoy this one. Let me know what you think and if I should continue. R/R!
Disclaimer: Just a reminder, WWE owns the wrestlers here, I only own Dark Angel(P.S: What do y'all think of her?)
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Chapter 3
Smackdown! was sold out the next night, as everyone wanted to see more heat from what happened to Kane by the hands of Shane McMahon. The commentators for the show, Tazz and Michael Cole(no roster split still but hey these guys still gotta work, lol) were welcoming everyone and discussing the matter which happened three days back on Monday night RAW when Kane faced Chris Benoit in an exhibition match.
The chattering of the fans turned into boos as the silence from the speakers played a familiar theme of the antagonist of last week. "Here Comes The Money" played as Shane came strutting his stuff in a neat pair of black dress suit pants, neat black shoes and a white button up shirt. A surprise to all, was his wife Marissa Mazzola, walking by his side in a blue spaghetti string and black jeans. As they walked, the announcer introduced them.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, being accompanied to the ring by his wife Marissa Mazzola, the President of the WWE New Media, Shane McMahon!"
Despite her friendly smiles to the fans, the two still recieved boos although she figured they were probably all towards her husband for striking that man with the chair. Shane climbed up the steps followed by Marissa, where he spread the ropes for her "gentlemanly" like, helping her into the ring, then got in himself and took the mic from the announcer, smiling happily, which drew more boos. His music cut and he paused some, before speaking in a happy, lighthearted manner.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Thursday night Smackdown! First of all I'm happy to introduce you all to my lovely wife Marissa, who will be at my side for the next few weeks."
Shane paced around the ring, ignoring the very familiar "Asshole" chant from the crowds for a few seconds before actually acknowledging it.
"Ya know you people call me that name...and for what? For what reason do I deserve to be called that? Because I struck Kane over the head with a chair this past Monday night? I did it for good reason. I did it because he deserved it. He DESERVED it...for attacking my mother last week."
Some fans who saw it Shane's way cheered for his speech although they were flooded out with the booing majority. Shane narrowed his eyes at them, angry.
"And in case you have short term memory loss.." Shane spoke up again, "I want to, as much as I don't wanna see this with my very eyes, because it's just too traumatizing, but I'd like to refresh your memory, let's take you back to Raw, last week, Monday night near the end of the show." The titan tron lit up with a paused video, showing Kane surrounded by the referees, his eyes on Linda. "Kane was scheduled to face Rob Van Dam but he turned it into chaos, and this was the result!"
The video unpaused. Kane threw the officials out of his way and Shane lowered his eyes as he only listened to the commentators words that night. The fans watched as Kane seized Linda by the throat, telling her he wouldn't be stopped then flipped her upside down and held her around the waist, before tombstoning her headfirst into the mat. The video ended when Kane exited through the curtain. Shane looked up when it was over.
"As a result of that, Kane's house arrest time has been lengthened and I have been asked to take over my father's position while he takes care of my mother in our home." Shane looked around, knowing boos would come and they did. "And as current, head CEO substitute, I would like to let Kane know that my revenge, did not end this past Monday, oh no. It will continue, until you--"
He was cut off with a simultaneous blackout and the Ministry video playing with Undertaker's music. The curtain parted and Undertaker stepped out, heading for the ring followed by Midian and Viscera. He was dressed in all black, including his old "Big Evil" shirt and a black bandana. Midian and Viscera wore their old wrestling attire as always. They reached the ring, and Undertaker slid under the bottom ropes and stood up, getting in Shane's face as Midian and Viscera made their way up the steps and stepped under the top rope, circling Shane and his wife who looked at the nervously. The lights lit up as the music ended and Undertaker reached for Shane's hand with the microphone grabbing around his hand tight and pulled it and the mic up to his mouth. He remained standing there, glaring at Shane for a few seconds allowing the fans wild cheers to quiet down.
"....Does the word, "misunderstood"....mean anything t'yer punk ass?..."
Shane was drawn back a bit, as well as nervous being around the big man who he was hardly ever on good terms with. Worried for his wife he turned to Marissa, who was keeping her eyes on Viscera and Midian. He snapped back into reality when Undertaker snapped his fingers and lightly slapped him in the cheek to regain eye contact.
"Hey! I'm talkin' to you boy. Does the word...."misunderstood"....mean a damn thing to you? Do you know what it means?"
"Y-yes 'Taker I do." Shane gulped.
"Well then give me one good reason that you had to attack my little brother when he's simply misunderstood and going through hard times right now." Shane tried to answer but Undertaker got in his face raising his voice. "It's your mother's fault..that she got tombstoned last week and it's all those referees' and agents' fault that they got their asses whooped. They got into the way of a pissed off animal, and when you corner an animal like they my brother on that stage, you WILL get hurt." Shane drew back some but Undertaker pulled him by his hand he had a grip on to keep him from escaping. "Kane....is under my watch now. He's my responsibility, while here, given to me by the officers who watch him.....I'm willing to accept any consequences on me, if he comes out here tonight and beats your ass because I won't stop him. The best advice I can give you is to watch your back, because the Big Red Machine doesn't accept apologies!"
Undertaker gave Shane a rough shove making him stumble and almost losing his footing. He signaled for Midian and Viscera for the three to take leave, and turned to the curtain where a large explosion nearly blinded him.
-A few minutes before- The officers lead Kane into the arena, in shackles until they were met by the APA and Dark Angel.
"Is Undertaker here?" One officers asked the three.
"Yeah he's here, just turn him over to us and we'll watch him until he gets back, he's at the ring now." Bradshaw answered.
"You three are friends?"
"We're his Ministry." Farooq said.
"Alright."
The three officers with keys unlocked Kane's shackles and he joined the three in walking further into the arena, keeping his face hidden by the towel.
"What's Mark doing in the ring?" Kane asked darkly and softly.
"Shane's out there talking crap and--"
Bradshaw started to say before Kane quickened up his pace when he heard fact that Shane was here. He marched for the entrance area, walking as fast as he could.
"Whoa hold on Kane, we're 'sposed to watch you!" Bradshaw called.
"Kane!" Dark Angel tried but Kane didn't even look back.
"I'm not 5 years old!" Kane called back as he walked.
"Shit." Farooq bit his lip in frustration. "What are we gonna do? We can't stop him."
"Maybe Mark, Vis and Dennis can." Dark Angel said hopefully.
-Back to present- The explosion sounded, followed by his Finger Eleven theme and Kane walked through the curtains, letting his body itself part them and came storming down the walkway for the ring. Inside he saw Shane try to retreat but Viscera blocked his way as Undertaker and Midian watched him approach. Marissa looked scared as hell and she should be, Kane thought, for her husbands safety. He pulled himself up onto the apron, and stepped over the top rope, and loomed towards Shane with a glare of hatred. Shane gulped, taking a step back but Kane grabbed his hand that held the microphone, pulling it up to his mouth.
"You think that was funny, Monday night?" Kane growled. "Huh?"
Shane tried to step back but Kane jerked him back into position.
"Huh?! Do you?! Do you see a smile on my face, Shane? You think I give a damn about your need for revenge for Linda? I'll put you in the hospital where you'll have to suck food through a straw!!!!!"
Kane didn't know whether it was his upfront attitude or his blunt way of telling Shane he was mad, but the fans erupted into loud cheers for him. He took a second to glance around and see fans raise signs with his name and pictures on them. He looked back at Shane and continued. Kane's large shoulders raised up and down with heavy breaths as anger began fueling his body.
"You blind sided me and then you and Triple H, LAUGHED about it!!! You were LAUGHING...AT ME!!!!!"
Kane screamed into Shane's face. Marissa stepped back, coming close to tearing up for fear of his safety. Midian and Viscera were about ready to restrain Kane but Undertaker gave them the signal to stay as they were.
"I keep trying to tell everyone, Shane. I told Rico...Tommy Dreamer..Rob Van Dam..Austin..JR and your mother, BUT THEY DIDN'T LISTEN!! They kept on laughing and making jokes and for that they suffered!! House arrest, police teams, and shackles, isn't gonna stop me Shane! NO ONE....CAN-STOP-ME!!!"
Kane roared, causing Shane to shake in his boots before he tightened grip on the Boy Wonder's hand and reered his gloved fist back, and decked him in the face, knocking him flat on the floor. Not expecting this, Undertaker gave the word and Midian stepped in, grabbing Kane by the shoulders trying to draw him away from Shane. It resulted in an enraged Kane, turning on Midian and chokeslamming him to hell. Viscera grabbed Kane by the shoulder to make him face him. Kane, turned to him, but with it came a hard right hand to the face, repeating this until Viscera's large form was knocked out of the ring. Fans were screaming as Kane exploded into anger. Marissa knelt by Shane crying and begging for him to get up. A twisted smile came over Kane's face and he approached her, flexing out his right hand, when suddenly Undertaker stepped in his way, putting a hand on his chest and asking him to calm down.
Kane retaliated instantly and caught big brother with a punch to the jaw, almost knocking him off his feet. He followed up with their trademarked, thrust to the throat, knocking him against the ropes and then a clothesline outside the ring. Undertaker hit the floor with a heavy thud and cussed under his breath.
"Damn it. Son of a bitch!!!" He punched the floor at his failure to keep Kane at bay.
In the ring, Kane smiled darkly and towered over Marissa. She looked up and he grabbed her by the throat, pulling to her feet. He laughed in her face and was about ready to chokeslam her when he looked at the walkway to see the team of officers making their way to the ring in fast sprints. As the first one slid under the ropes, Kane shoved Marissa to the floor and walked to meet him. As he got to his feet, Kane knocked him back down with a blow to the face. Piece by piece the ten officers all made it in, only to be annihalated by the Big Red Machine, despite the use of their batons and their attempts to draw their tazers. The last two entered and were caught by the throat by Kane, who lifted them into the air for a double chokeslam. As he drove them down he then raised his arms, doing his pyro gimmick which cued his music.
Kane stepped over the pile of scattered bodies and flipped out of the ring, straightening his towel as he stormed for the curtain. He tore through the curtain and stormed his way down the hall, heading for his locker room. On his way there an unlucky sound man got in his way and Kane ran him into a stack of crates, causing them to tumble over his small, lanky body. He continued his way, reaching his locker room door and shoved the door open, and slammed it behind him as hard as he could. He huffed heavily, yanking the towel off his head and tossed it onto the bench and threw a chair across the room right at the wall before he sat down in a corner and curled up, covering his head as he began rocking back and forth. Once more the voices of those he had attacked rang through his head, mocking him, laughing at him, calling him names like "Freak" "Animal" "Monster" "Monstrosity" and "Abnormality". He squeezed his eyes shut, coming close to crying, already sobbing softly as he quietly begged them to stop...
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"Shit!" Undertaker cursed back stage in the Ministry's locker room as he slammed his fist onto a table. "I knew that was gonna happen. Why I didn't stop him sooner, I don't know. DAMN!!"
He yelled, before rubbing his eyes with one hand, then put his hands on his hips and looked up.
"Mark someone's gotta get to him and calm him down. Someone who can reach him." Midian said as he held his throat and looked up from the bench he sat on.
"Yeah but who?!" Undertaker looked at Midian outstretching his arms. "I'm his own brother and he hit me like I murdered his fuckin' mother or somethin'!"
"Mmm." Bradshaw said, rubbing his chin, eyes on the floor.
"...What?" Undertaker said, turning to him.
"Ya know...you kinda did. That's why he came here in the first place was to- -"
"Bradshaw..." Undertaker cut in. "...You say another word to me like that..and I will knock the hell out of you. That's a sign of disrespect, a thing that this team is against!"
"Right..sorry."
"Now what are we gonna do about Kane? He's my responsibility and y'all agreed to help me with him so...let's hear some suggestions."
"I'll talk to him.." Dark Angel stepped in.
"You'll what?" Undertaker looked at her as if he thought she was nuts.
"I'll talk to him." She repeated. "I think I can reach him, Mark."
"Listen now, Alektra. You don't know how Kane is. He'll hurt you if you say something wrong."
"Mark I can handle it. Trust me..and if he does attack me then I'll face it and take some bumps and bruises."
"...." Undertaker remained quiet for a moment and sighed. "Alright, alright. Just be careful."
There was a knock on their door and Dark Angel opened it on her way out. Terri Runnels and a camera man stood in the doorway.
"Hey Mark, can we get an interview?" Terri asked, looking over Dark Angel's shoulder.
"Sure, yeah." Mark said and beckoned them inside as he rubbed his eyes again, still a little woozy from Kane's attack. "Come on in.."
Dark Angel stepped out, and Terri and the camera man stepped in. The door closed and Dark Angel took a deep breath, finding a backstage sound guy and tapped his shoulder.
"Hey do you know where Kane's room is?"
"Yeah, curve around that hall, and his name's on the door."
The man pointed behind her to a hall that curved slightly, and Dark Angel nodded.
"Thanks."
She headed the other way, walking down the hall as she looked for the room.
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Kane continued sobbing softly when he heard a knock on the door.
"Kane? Kane open up it's me, Angel."
He looked up at the light from under the door that peeked into his dark room. He shook in fear, covering his face again.
"Kane? I'm coming in."
The knob turned and the door opened. Angel's slender figure was illuminated from the light that creeped in slowly. He saw her head turn before reaching for the lightswitch and flipped it on. By the time they turned on, Kane had donned his towel again and resumed curling up in a corner. Dark Angel looked at him with sad, sorrowful eyes and walked over to him.
"Kane--"
"STAY AWAY!"
"Kane I'm not here to hurt you. I just wanna talk."
"You're here to make fun of me. Just like they did out there! I'll hurt you if you make fun of me!!!"
"Jesus, no Kane. I'm not here to make fun of you."
Despite how dangerous it may have seemed, she sat on the floor next to him. And reached out, rubbing his shoulder soothingly.
"It's okay. 'Taker's not mad at you. He's mad at himself."
"He stood against me....he's supposed to be my friend, Angel, he's supposed to be my BROTHER!"
Kane's shouting made Angel jump some, the camera man that caught up took a step back.
"He didn't want you to hurt Marissa that's all. She wasn't making fun of you."
Kane brought his hands down and peeked out at her through the towel, his eyes were damp and red from crying. Dark Angel saw this and put an arm around Kane, pulling him gently towards her where she hugged his head to her chest, trying to sooth him. To her happiness, Kane responded by hugging her back and hid his face from the camera.
"Shhh. There now...you'll be ok." She whispered softly. "I'm here for you..."
Kane remained in Dark Angel's arms the entire show. They didn't exchange words at all, nor did he look at her. He just stayed in her arms until the aching officers came to the room to pick him up. Dark Angel rubbed his back soothingly and told him she'd see him Monday. Kane walked out of his dressing room and willingly let the officers shackle him since he was in a better mood. He smiled under his towel on their way to the van.
"Ya alright Kane?" A female officer asked.
"..Yes.." Kane spoke softly as they walked, the chains jingling with each step he took.
"No hard feelings about tonight, alright hon? We know you were upset."
"Right..."
"You sure put on a hell of a show though." A male officer chimed in, in a friendly manner.
The officers laughed softly. Kane just kept looking ahead and didn't say anything. They reached the van where he walked up the steps and through the protective metal door where he sat down and watched another female officer close and lock it, then exited the van and closed the doors. The van pulled out of the arena as Kane sat in thought about Dark Angel. Once more, he couldn't wait to see her again on Monday.
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A/n: Sorry for the long delay. I had a little trouble getting computer time in. I hope you all enjoy this one. Let me know what you think and if I should continue. R/R!