A/n: Ain't got much to say this time, lol. I just hope you enjoy this
chapter as much as the rest.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE superstars except for Dark Angel. The rest are owned by WWE/Vince McMahon.
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Chapter 4
Bradshaw sat on a table in the backstage area near Farooq on a table, holding a hand to the back of his head as he winced from the flag shot he recieved in their tag team match. Farooq rested his extended arm on his knee while he held the elbow, flexing out his fingers. They were both still in their black spandex pants and boots with the pentacles on the sides. Their chest makeup had smeared. They had decided to donn their old Ministry outfits for their wrestling gear since the team was back together. Bradshaw brushed a strand of black hair out of his eyes and groaned in pain and annoyment.
"Now I know why the Dudley Boyz hate that damn La Resistance." Bradshaw said.
"Heh, yeah." Farooq agreed. "Just when you got them whooped, they cheap shot ya ass."
"That son of a bitch hits me with that flag again I'm gonna shove it up his ass."
Midian and Viscera said nothing at the moment. The four looked up as the sound of a motorcycle came roaring into the arena through the large garage- looking door. Sure enough it was the Undertaker. He wore a pair of blue jeans, black boots, his gloves, a bandanna, a black tanktop and one of his t-shirts over it with the sleeves removed and the sides cut down so all he had to do was slid it over his head. He parked his bike and got off, walking over to his four comrades.
"Hey guys." He looked to the Acolytes. "Who whooped y'alls asses?"
"We got us a title shot against La Resistance and they cheap shotted us for the win. Sons of bitches." Farooq scowled.
"Where's Alektra?" Undertaker asked, now with his arms crossed as usual.
"Out at the ring." Midian finally spoke up.
"Doin' what?"
"First match. Fighting Molly for the belt." Viscera said with a smirk, proud of the little gal.
Undertaker gave a smile of pride for the female member of the Ministry, just as the rest turned to see her making her way towards them. Undertaker turned as well, his smile of pride growing bigger at the sight. It wasn't her wrestling gear which was a pair of tight black leather pants, black heeless boots, a black sports bra and elbow pads with a band on one wrist, or the black make up that had smeared over her eyes from working up sweat. It was that she was carrying the woman's championship title in her hand. She walked up to them, smiling.
"Hey guys. How's it goin'?"
"Good work, girl." Undertaker patted her bare, sweaty shoulder.
She smiled in return as the rest gave her different forms of congrats. They happy moment suddenly, then turned into curiousity as Eric Bischoff and Shane McMahon walked by them, making their way for the garage door as a backstage worker began to raise it up. The Ministry watched as the could see a van parked on the other side. The six of them made their way over as well, figuring who it was and they'd have another day of taking him under their wing. Eric and Shane turned to them, curiously.
"What are you guys doin' here? This is official business." Eric tried to shoo them off.
"Hey y'all got him ready?" Undertaker asked an officer with a smirk.
"Yes sir. We'll have him out in a minute." An officer chimed in.
"...Excuse me?" Eric said, as Shane looked to them in confusion and disbelief.
An officer pulled the two back doors open as a camera man joined them and zoomed in on the van's prisoner through the gate. Another officer cautiously stepped in and unlocked it, stepping out as he creaked open halfway.
Kane sat on the bench, idly fiddling with the chain that connected his handcuffs to his feet shackles. His towel was nicely placed this night, and hardly exposed any of his face.
"Kane c'mon." An officer said.
He didn't move.
"Hey Kane. Come on we're here."
Kane looked up at the sound of Dark Angel's voice and looked at the officers, Eric, Shane and the Ministry through the holes in the gate door. He reached out with both hands and pushed it all the way open and ducked low, walking towards the steps, and exited the van. Eric and Shane backed up, while the Ministry stepped forward. Kane looked at an officer as he pulled out his keys and extended them to unlock his handcuffs.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!" Shane stepped in and grabbed the officer. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Undertaker has signed an agreement form that while the prisoner is at work, he accepts full responsibility for any actions that he does wrong." The officer said, unafraid of Shane.
"Oh he does, huh?" Shane said and turned to Undertaker. "What are you gonna do about what Kane did to me on Smackdown?"
Undertaker stepped forward as the officers continued unlocking Kane, glaring down at Shane.
"I ain't gonna do a damn thing as long he leaves you still breathin'"
Undertaker stared at Shane for a few seconds before he blew some of his tobacco breath in his face. Shane flinched and drew back, a hand over his mouth and nose. The shackles dropped to the floor and Kane stepped forward, looking down at Eric Bischoff who was in his way of joining his friends. Eric noticed and jumped out of the way, frightened. Kane looked back up at them and stepped at the Ministry's side.
"Oh no no no no." Eric said looking to them. "See, Undertaker you're nothing but an employee. I'm the co-General Manager. You do what I say, and I say that Kane will not remain in your custody--"
He stopped short and took a cautious step back as Stone Cold showed up, wearing his F#ck Fear, Drink Beer shirt, cut off jean shorts with his knees braces and a can of beer in his hand.
"What are you pissin' and moanin' about now Eric?" Steve asked.
"Austin, you're a co-General Manager, tell the Undertaker he can not have Kane in his custody."
"He signed an agreement, ya son of a bitch. An agreement I let him have."
"You WHAT?"!
"Are you out of your mind?!?!" Shane asked.
"Shut up ya lil bastard!" Austin pointed at Shane. "You say another word and these officers'll have t'pull my ass offa you with a damn crane."
Shane went quiet with a scowl as Eric stepped forward.
"Austin, Kane tombstoned Linda McMahon, he put Rob in the hospital, he beat the crap out of Tommy and Rico, he burned JR, and you let his big brother who doesn't give have a rat's ass, take him under his custody."
"...Ya know what I completely know where yer comin' from." Austin turned to Undertaker. "'Taker you got a match tonight. You and that rotten carcass, Randy Orton in a steel cage. You beat his ass and Kane is under your custody and off of house arrest. Orton whoops your ass, Police get custody of him again."
"Sounds fine with me." Undertaker smiled to Eric and Shane.
"Whoa whoa. As co-General Manager I deserve a say in this." Eric said. "Undertaker, you will go into that match tonight...with Shane McMahon here, as the special guest referee."
"Hold on a minute..." Austin looked at Eric. "You're lettin' Boy Wonder here be referee?"
"Yes I am!" Bischoff said happily.
"Alright then..I'm cool with that, just as long as your cool with me assigning a Special Enforcer of my choice."
"Enforcer? Who?"
"I think I got an idea.."
Austin said before walking off towards his office, ignoring Bischoff and Shane's calls for him to tell them who it was. Undertaker looked back at the two before leading the Ministry off back to their spot. Kane glared at the two under his hood before following his allies. He stopped when he reached them, just standing like Viscera and Dark Angel were. He noticed the gold belt in her hands and tilted his head.
"Oh! Kane, I won the woman's belt!" Dark Angel said when she noticed Kane looking at it.
Kane said nothing, just nodded in approval before turning back to his brother.
"'Taker...win that match tonight. Please.." He said softly.
"I will, bro, I will." Undertaker patted Kane's shoulder lightly.
"I can't go back...I can't go back.."
"You're not gonna go back, Kane. I'm gonna win the match. For you. Just-for- you."
Kane nodded again, as he felt an arm go around his shoulders, turning to see it was Dark Angel.
"You're not going back Kane. Your brother has all the ups over Randy. He's fast for his size, he's stronger. And most of all he's got wits." She told him. "He can do it tonight, trust me."
Once more Kane just nodded and turned to step away from the group as he sulked off, walking down the hall with dozens of thoughts whizzing through his mind. Would Undertaker win? Would he be free of his sentence? Would he lose and go back to being in shackles under police watch? The institution sounded better than that, even.
Kane reached the employee multi-dressing room where wrestlers sometimes joined in for chit chat about daily stuff. When he walked in he saw there was already a handful of people in there, including the Hurricane, Rosey Mack, Rob Van Dam, The Rock, Rico, Tommy Dreamer, La Resistance, Chris Benoit, Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar. The ones who had been victims of Kane's rampages all stepped back a bit. Rico, of course, did his in a femanine fashion. Resistance, Benoit, Angle, Rock and Lesnar just watched the big powerhouse sulk in and find an empty spot on the bench furthest away from people and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees and placing his hands over his head.
Kane could hear the chattering about his prescence in the room. He didn't look up or acknowledge anyone until he heard the familiar voice of his former tag partner, right next to him, and felt the bench shift as he sat on it.
"Hey man...you alright?" Rob rested his hands on his knees, watching the giant monster.
Kane just removed his hands from his head and began idly cracking his knuckles one by one, shaking his head, causing the ends of the towel to wag slowly from side to side.
"Well what's up then?"
"....." Kane sighed. "My freedom's on the line tonight."
He looked at his own hand that wore the glove, slowly clentching it into a fist before unflexing it and relaxed it again.
"What do ya mean?" Rob tilted his head.
"My brother and Orton in a cage match. 'Taker has to win for me to stay roaming free at work. If he loses I'm chained up again like an animal...."
"Well I don't mean to sound rude man but you sure do got a temper."
"I'm still a human being Rob!" Kane looked up at RVD raising his voice some. "I'm not a beast! I may have an attitude like one but I'm still human..and don't deserve to be chained up like a rabid bear."
Kane found himself a bit startled when a thud came on the other side of him. He looked up to find Hurricane, posed up on the bench with an idiotic pose.
"Have no fear, my Big Red Amigo! Have faith in your brother and he will prevail against evil! Good always wins, and the Undertaker is good! Just like all super heros!" Hurricane babbled.
"Hurricane..." Kane said softly.
"Yessum?!" Hurricane said, leaning down to get close to Kane, placing a hand to his ear in a goofy fashion.
"Shut up.."
"Gotcha." Hurricane hopped off the bench, making a wind sound as if he was flying.
Kane shook his head and looked back down.
"Look dude.." Rob spoke again. "I don't know about Rico and Dreamer but I forgive you for what you did a couple weeks ago..."
"..You do?" Kane looked at him.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I? You were just mad that's all. I kinda think it was wrong the way I hauled my ass down there and jumped on ya before the bell. So we cool?"
Kane sat in silence for a few seconds, as he heard the door open again. A few people groaned but Kane paid no mind as he started to nod.
"I guess s--"
He was cut off when the new entry jumped infront of him and the choice of vocabulary made it only obvious who had entered the room.
"Yo-yo-yo! It's da Big Red Machine!"
Kane looked up to see none other than John Cena, wearing a pair of black reeboks, a white t-shirt, blue baggy shorts that hung low exposing darker blue boxers, a cap turned sideways and as he called it, his "bling bling" around his neck and wrist. Kane looked back down, trying to ignore Cena but to his dismay he started a promo. He let him go on for about a minute or so, insulting him with countless ryhmes before he had heard enough. Kane sprung from the bench and grabbed the "Thugomaniac" by the throat and threw him into a set of the wooden cubicles, shattering them on impact.
"You think you're cool huh Cena?! Huh?! You ain't shit!" Kane yelled, ignoring the fact this was all being caught on camera.
He shoved RVD out of the way and grabbed Cena up by the throat, running him face first into another set of cubicles, bloodying him up. He then turned him around and grabbed his throat a third time, this time chokeslamming him through the bench as hard as possible, causing the thick wood to shatter as if it was only an inch thick. Breathing heavily, as Kane looked at the results of his short assault he turned and stormed out of the locker room, not being bothered by the fearful superstars that merely stood by and watched the attack.
Kane walked out and slammed the door behind him as he stormed for his private locker room to wait for the main event..his brother the Undertaker vs Randy Orton the legend killer.
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Randy Orton hopped in place as he stood in the ring(like Brock Lesnar does on his entrance), waiting for his opponent as he was surrounded by the black steel cage. Special Referee, Shane McMahon paced around outside of the ring as he was waiting, himself, for the Special Enforcer who had yet to show up. Not a moment too soon, glass shattered and Stone Cold's music played and the Texas Rattlesnake came through the curtain walking down the entry way in his t-shirt, cut off shorts and knee braces. He immediatly walked around the ring, stepping past Shane McMahon and walked over to get a microphone. He raised it to his mouth and announced..
"Stone Cold, Steve Austin is out here right now to let y'all know, that he's gonna be the Special Enforcer, for this match!"
The announcement drew cheers from the fans and looks of shock from Shane and Randy. As Austin set the mic back on the table, the lights dimmed out and the fans screamed for Undertaker as he came riding out to his music, alone, on his motorcycle, sunglasses, biker shirt, bandanna and all. He gained some laughs as he chased Shane McMahon on his bike around the ring before he parked it in it's spot, facing the entry way. Shane stood by nervously watching the Phenom as he dismounted his bike after switching it off and walked right up to him, staring down at him with a menacing look before he pulled his shades, bandanna and cover shirt off, handing them all to him and pointed over to the bell ringer's table. Nervously, Shane took the items and walked over, putting them where Undertaker told him too as the Ministry leader climbed up onto the apron and entered the ring through the cage door, doing his raised arm pose for the fans. He then turned to Randy Orton as Shane had the man ring the bell, and at that moment, it was on.
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For the beginning of the match, the Undertaker was on Randy Orton like wolves on a wounded moose. He sent the Legend Killer, countless times into the cage, scoring success in busting him open, but with a low blow, Randy gained the upper hand and delt his own form of punishment and with the knowledge he knew about the Undertaker, focused on attacking his stomach and chest area, well aware of his history of internal injuries. After enough punishment, the Undertaker was bleeding from the mouth and could barely stand, but he was still putting up a fight against Orton, getting the upper hand when he caught him by the throat when he was going for an exit over the top of the cage, and delivered a chokeslam from hell, driving Randy into the mat with a thundering bang of impact. Almost falling, the Undertaker put a hand to his wounded gut and looked down at the dazed, nearly motionless Randy Orton. Mustering all the strength he could, he picked him up by his hair and helped him to his feet, only to shove his head between his legs, after bending him over and then hoisted him up for the Last Ride. He grabbed hold of his tights and lifted him up high, then brought him down hard again, successfully landing the finishing move.
Shane McMahon pulled the door open as Undertaker limped his way for the exit, but noticing aid coming to Randy Orton in the form of his partners of Evolution, he swung the cage door right into Undertaker's face, knocking him backwards and to the floor, blood now flowing from his forehead from the hit. As Flair and Triple H arrived to the ring, Shane gladly pulled the door open for them, allowing them to enter. Seeing this, Stone Cold came running from his spot towards Shane, ready to beat the living piss out of him but was also, caught with the door as Shane swung it open in his face, and Austing staggered back, falling to the floor near the fans, holding his face as he too now was busted open.
Inside the caged ring, Ric Flair beckoned for Randy to regain himself and to head for the exit. Randy sat up slowly as Triple H took care of the Undertaker, kicking him in his wounded spot as he tried getting up and set him up for the Pedigree, hooking his arms and delivered the move as hard as he could, worsening the Undertaker's wound on his head. Randy was just getting to his feet when fire exploded from the entry way and the lights turned red. The curtains parted and Kane stormed out, and eerily made his way down the entrance path towards the cage. Fearfully, Shane dug into his baggy jeans, retreiving a chain and padlock and hastily worked to seal the cage door shut as Kane got closer and closer. Just as Kane stepped onto the black padding, Shane locked it shut and then hauled ass to the other side of the ring as Kane stopped, looking up at the cage door, watching as Triple H and Ric Flair proceeded to stomp the hell out of his brother and Randy Orton made his way for one of the cage walls to climb it. A burning rage filled up inside of him and Kane began to quickly think, how would he get to his brother?
The memory of his debut in '97 hit him like a slap in the face and Kane grabbed the cage door, gritting his teeth in utter rage as he ripped it from the hinges, leaving it to hang by the padlock and chain. Climbing up, Kane stepped over the top rope and pace walked over to Randy, grabbed him by the foot, and jerked him off of the cage wall, dropping him face first onto the mat. He then spun around as Flair was sneaking up for a cheap shot and caught him by the throat, smiling evily at him under his towel and gave a cold, menacing laugh before chokeslamming Nature Boy like a small child. The sound of impact seemed to draw Triple H's attention and he turned, right into the shadowed face of Kane. Even in the dark red light, the look of fear was visible on Triple H's face as the monster reached up and ripped the towel from his head and got closer, eyeing Triple H with hatred, increasing his fear. Anxiously, he tried for a helpless shot to Kane, only to be intercepted when Kane ducked under it and scooped him up, turning his body upside down as he held tight to his waist. The fans gave wild cheers as Kane carried Triple H to the center of the ring, and tombstoned his head into the mat. Kane regained his footing and turned to check on Randy Orton. Still down. Good. He looked back to his brother, who was trying to get up. Kane walked over and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him over to the exit and stood behind him as he crawled under the bottom rope and slid out of the ring to the outside. On his own righteous judgement the bell ringer rang the bell, sounding the Undertaker's music.
Kane picked up his towel and stepped out of the ring, standing beside his brother who was keeled over, holding his chest and gut. He straightened the towel back on his head before taking his brother's arm and pulling it over his shoulder, as he started to help him back towards the locker room when Austin's voice, with the help of a mic, distracted them.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, cut the music." The two brothers looked back at him. "Match is over, Undertaker won but we ain't finished yet....Kane,...bring yer ass over here right now."
Kane stood there, holding up his brother as he watched Austin from under his towel.
"Right now!"
"Go on Kane.." Undertaker groaned. "The bald bastard ain't gonna start nothin'"
"You ok?" Kane asked, his voice, thanks to no mic, was audible probably to only the nearest fans.
"I'll be ok."
Kane watched as the Ministry was already on their way and let his brother go, walking back towards the back of the ring where Austin was waiting. He stopped a few feet from him and eyed him curiously. A bit of surprise came to him when Austin told Lilian Garcia to hand him a beer, which he tossed to him. Idly, Kane caught it in his hand at about waist level and looked down at it. When he looked back up, Austin had another one in his hand, and popped it open, extending it out.
"Kane, you're one of the craziest sons of bitches ever stepped foot in this business. And ya been going around the past few weeks for no reason beatin' the livin Hell outta superstars. But every man, even the Texas Rattlesnake's got a heart, and you showed that the Big Red Machine has one as well, and I just wanna toast ya, on comin' out here when yer big brother needed ya most."
Kane watched him some, the thought of just beating Austin's ass right there for all the shit he put him through passed his mind, but then he thought about tonight how Austin made sure that there was a fair Enforcer. Kane looked back down at the can and popped it open, foam rising out and dribbling over his hand as he hit his can against Austin's and simultaneously, the Texas Rattlesnake and the Big Red Machine tipped their can, pouring it's ice cold content down their throat until they could barely swallow it and the beer leaked over their mouth, and down their chin. Austin tossed his can behind him when it was empty, as Kane crushed his in his hand and let it drop and Austin set the mic down, noting privately to Kane.
"T'yer freedom ya big, red, crazy bastard." And he even smirked some.
Kane smiled back in his natural dark, insane way and nodded to Austin, raising his arms, then and summoned the fire again and cued his red lighting and music before walking back to the waiting Ministry and headed back to the backstage area.
"Alright, you did it!" Dark Angel said, suddenly hugging Kane's waist.
"I didn't do it, 'Taker did." Kane said as they walked.
The hug shocked him a little but he just kept on walking.
"You ain't gonna hug me back or what?" Dark Angel looked up.
"Uhh..."
"Go on Kane, show that heart again." Undertaker smirked good heartedly.
Nervously, Kane put an arm around Dark Angel's shoulder, and she leaned into him with a laugh that showed how much she adored Kane's shyness. Before the large group went their seperate ways, Undertaker was dropped off at the EMT's to see to his injuries, Bradshaw and Farooq decided to go to a bar, and Midian and Viscera parted their ways. Before Kane could reach the police van that would take him home a final time, Dark Angel stepped in his way, looking up at him.
"Hey Kane. What are you doin' tonight?"
"Tonight? Uhhh..nothin' yet I guess."
"Let's go get a beer or somethin'."
"Beer?"
"Yeah, you need more celebration for freedom than one little can ya big goof.! Hehe."
"Guess you're right." Kane said nervously.
"C'mon, I'll drive ya home to change."
Dark Angel pulled Kane by the hand out to the parking lot where she had her red jeep parked. After a trip to Kane's house to let him change into something casual, which included in a hooded jacket to shade his face, they drove to a bar, which happened to be the same one the APA were at. The four of them had their share of beers, Kane got a little bit of publicity from fans at the bar who watched the show that night and countlessly commented on "how cool it was" that he was toasted by Stone Cold, and that he kicked Evolution's ass. That night Kane discovered his feelings for Dark Angel growing even more. It brought a blush to his face, so for the rest of their time there he tried to keep his face hidden by the shadow of his hood. That night as he lay in his bed about 2:00AM, fairly tipsy from the drinking, he could only think about her and how she seemed eager to celebrate his reward. It was another night that he went to sleep, not being able to wait for his next day at work to see her, only this time he planned to take a shot at asking her out somewhere.
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^.^ So how did y'all like that? A whole lot I hope. Please R/R and tell me what you thought and if I should keep going.
Note: I have another story coming up about a character I made up on my Smackdown! 2 game. I hope ya look forward to it! Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE superstars except for Dark Angel. The rest are owned by WWE/Vince McMahon.
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Chapter 4
Bradshaw sat on a table in the backstage area near Farooq on a table, holding a hand to the back of his head as he winced from the flag shot he recieved in their tag team match. Farooq rested his extended arm on his knee while he held the elbow, flexing out his fingers. They were both still in their black spandex pants and boots with the pentacles on the sides. Their chest makeup had smeared. They had decided to donn their old Ministry outfits for their wrestling gear since the team was back together. Bradshaw brushed a strand of black hair out of his eyes and groaned in pain and annoyment.
"Now I know why the Dudley Boyz hate that damn La Resistance." Bradshaw said.
"Heh, yeah." Farooq agreed. "Just when you got them whooped, they cheap shot ya ass."
"That son of a bitch hits me with that flag again I'm gonna shove it up his ass."
Midian and Viscera said nothing at the moment. The four looked up as the sound of a motorcycle came roaring into the arena through the large garage- looking door. Sure enough it was the Undertaker. He wore a pair of blue jeans, black boots, his gloves, a bandanna, a black tanktop and one of his t-shirts over it with the sleeves removed and the sides cut down so all he had to do was slid it over his head. He parked his bike and got off, walking over to his four comrades.
"Hey guys." He looked to the Acolytes. "Who whooped y'alls asses?"
"We got us a title shot against La Resistance and they cheap shotted us for the win. Sons of bitches." Farooq scowled.
"Where's Alektra?" Undertaker asked, now with his arms crossed as usual.
"Out at the ring." Midian finally spoke up.
"Doin' what?"
"First match. Fighting Molly for the belt." Viscera said with a smirk, proud of the little gal.
Undertaker gave a smile of pride for the female member of the Ministry, just as the rest turned to see her making her way towards them. Undertaker turned as well, his smile of pride growing bigger at the sight. It wasn't her wrestling gear which was a pair of tight black leather pants, black heeless boots, a black sports bra and elbow pads with a band on one wrist, or the black make up that had smeared over her eyes from working up sweat. It was that she was carrying the woman's championship title in her hand. She walked up to them, smiling.
"Hey guys. How's it goin'?"
"Good work, girl." Undertaker patted her bare, sweaty shoulder.
She smiled in return as the rest gave her different forms of congrats. They happy moment suddenly, then turned into curiousity as Eric Bischoff and Shane McMahon walked by them, making their way for the garage door as a backstage worker began to raise it up. The Ministry watched as the could see a van parked on the other side. The six of them made their way over as well, figuring who it was and they'd have another day of taking him under their wing. Eric and Shane turned to them, curiously.
"What are you guys doin' here? This is official business." Eric tried to shoo them off.
"Hey y'all got him ready?" Undertaker asked an officer with a smirk.
"Yes sir. We'll have him out in a minute." An officer chimed in.
"...Excuse me?" Eric said, as Shane looked to them in confusion and disbelief.
An officer pulled the two back doors open as a camera man joined them and zoomed in on the van's prisoner through the gate. Another officer cautiously stepped in and unlocked it, stepping out as he creaked open halfway.
Kane sat on the bench, idly fiddling with the chain that connected his handcuffs to his feet shackles. His towel was nicely placed this night, and hardly exposed any of his face.
"Kane c'mon." An officer said.
He didn't move.
"Hey Kane. Come on we're here."
Kane looked up at the sound of Dark Angel's voice and looked at the officers, Eric, Shane and the Ministry through the holes in the gate door. He reached out with both hands and pushed it all the way open and ducked low, walking towards the steps, and exited the van. Eric and Shane backed up, while the Ministry stepped forward. Kane looked at an officer as he pulled out his keys and extended them to unlock his handcuffs.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!" Shane stepped in and grabbed the officer. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Undertaker has signed an agreement form that while the prisoner is at work, he accepts full responsibility for any actions that he does wrong." The officer said, unafraid of Shane.
"Oh he does, huh?" Shane said and turned to Undertaker. "What are you gonna do about what Kane did to me on Smackdown?"
Undertaker stepped forward as the officers continued unlocking Kane, glaring down at Shane.
"I ain't gonna do a damn thing as long he leaves you still breathin'"
Undertaker stared at Shane for a few seconds before he blew some of his tobacco breath in his face. Shane flinched and drew back, a hand over his mouth and nose. The shackles dropped to the floor and Kane stepped forward, looking down at Eric Bischoff who was in his way of joining his friends. Eric noticed and jumped out of the way, frightened. Kane looked back up at them and stepped at the Ministry's side.
"Oh no no no no." Eric said looking to them. "See, Undertaker you're nothing but an employee. I'm the co-General Manager. You do what I say, and I say that Kane will not remain in your custody--"
He stopped short and took a cautious step back as Stone Cold showed up, wearing his F#ck Fear, Drink Beer shirt, cut off jean shorts with his knees braces and a can of beer in his hand.
"What are you pissin' and moanin' about now Eric?" Steve asked.
"Austin, you're a co-General Manager, tell the Undertaker he can not have Kane in his custody."
"He signed an agreement, ya son of a bitch. An agreement I let him have."
"You WHAT?"!
"Are you out of your mind?!?!" Shane asked.
"Shut up ya lil bastard!" Austin pointed at Shane. "You say another word and these officers'll have t'pull my ass offa you with a damn crane."
Shane went quiet with a scowl as Eric stepped forward.
"Austin, Kane tombstoned Linda McMahon, he put Rob in the hospital, he beat the crap out of Tommy and Rico, he burned JR, and you let his big brother who doesn't give have a rat's ass, take him under his custody."
"...Ya know what I completely know where yer comin' from." Austin turned to Undertaker. "'Taker you got a match tonight. You and that rotten carcass, Randy Orton in a steel cage. You beat his ass and Kane is under your custody and off of house arrest. Orton whoops your ass, Police get custody of him again."
"Sounds fine with me." Undertaker smiled to Eric and Shane.
"Whoa whoa. As co-General Manager I deserve a say in this." Eric said. "Undertaker, you will go into that match tonight...with Shane McMahon here, as the special guest referee."
"Hold on a minute..." Austin looked at Eric. "You're lettin' Boy Wonder here be referee?"
"Yes I am!" Bischoff said happily.
"Alright then..I'm cool with that, just as long as your cool with me assigning a Special Enforcer of my choice."
"Enforcer? Who?"
"I think I got an idea.."
Austin said before walking off towards his office, ignoring Bischoff and Shane's calls for him to tell them who it was. Undertaker looked back at the two before leading the Ministry off back to their spot. Kane glared at the two under his hood before following his allies. He stopped when he reached them, just standing like Viscera and Dark Angel were. He noticed the gold belt in her hands and tilted his head.
"Oh! Kane, I won the woman's belt!" Dark Angel said when she noticed Kane looking at it.
Kane said nothing, just nodded in approval before turning back to his brother.
"'Taker...win that match tonight. Please.." He said softly.
"I will, bro, I will." Undertaker patted Kane's shoulder lightly.
"I can't go back...I can't go back.."
"You're not gonna go back, Kane. I'm gonna win the match. For you. Just-for- you."
Kane nodded again, as he felt an arm go around his shoulders, turning to see it was Dark Angel.
"You're not going back Kane. Your brother has all the ups over Randy. He's fast for his size, he's stronger. And most of all he's got wits." She told him. "He can do it tonight, trust me."
Once more Kane just nodded and turned to step away from the group as he sulked off, walking down the hall with dozens of thoughts whizzing through his mind. Would Undertaker win? Would he be free of his sentence? Would he lose and go back to being in shackles under police watch? The institution sounded better than that, even.
Kane reached the employee multi-dressing room where wrestlers sometimes joined in for chit chat about daily stuff. When he walked in he saw there was already a handful of people in there, including the Hurricane, Rosey Mack, Rob Van Dam, The Rock, Rico, Tommy Dreamer, La Resistance, Chris Benoit, Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar. The ones who had been victims of Kane's rampages all stepped back a bit. Rico, of course, did his in a femanine fashion. Resistance, Benoit, Angle, Rock and Lesnar just watched the big powerhouse sulk in and find an empty spot on the bench furthest away from people and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees and placing his hands over his head.
Kane could hear the chattering about his prescence in the room. He didn't look up or acknowledge anyone until he heard the familiar voice of his former tag partner, right next to him, and felt the bench shift as he sat on it.
"Hey man...you alright?" Rob rested his hands on his knees, watching the giant monster.
Kane just removed his hands from his head and began idly cracking his knuckles one by one, shaking his head, causing the ends of the towel to wag slowly from side to side.
"Well what's up then?"
"....." Kane sighed. "My freedom's on the line tonight."
He looked at his own hand that wore the glove, slowly clentching it into a fist before unflexing it and relaxed it again.
"What do ya mean?" Rob tilted his head.
"My brother and Orton in a cage match. 'Taker has to win for me to stay roaming free at work. If he loses I'm chained up again like an animal...."
"Well I don't mean to sound rude man but you sure do got a temper."
"I'm still a human being Rob!" Kane looked up at RVD raising his voice some. "I'm not a beast! I may have an attitude like one but I'm still human..and don't deserve to be chained up like a rabid bear."
Kane found himself a bit startled when a thud came on the other side of him. He looked up to find Hurricane, posed up on the bench with an idiotic pose.
"Have no fear, my Big Red Amigo! Have faith in your brother and he will prevail against evil! Good always wins, and the Undertaker is good! Just like all super heros!" Hurricane babbled.
"Hurricane..." Kane said softly.
"Yessum?!" Hurricane said, leaning down to get close to Kane, placing a hand to his ear in a goofy fashion.
"Shut up.."
"Gotcha." Hurricane hopped off the bench, making a wind sound as if he was flying.
Kane shook his head and looked back down.
"Look dude.." Rob spoke again. "I don't know about Rico and Dreamer but I forgive you for what you did a couple weeks ago..."
"..You do?" Kane looked at him.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I? You were just mad that's all. I kinda think it was wrong the way I hauled my ass down there and jumped on ya before the bell. So we cool?"
Kane sat in silence for a few seconds, as he heard the door open again. A few people groaned but Kane paid no mind as he started to nod.
"I guess s--"
He was cut off when the new entry jumped infront of him and the choice of vocabulary made it only obvious who had entered the room.
"Yo-yo-yo! It's da Big Red Machine!"
Kane looked up to see none other than John Cena, wearing a pair of black reeboks, a white t-shirt, blue baggy shorts that hung low exposing darker blue boxers, a cap turned sideways and as he called it, his "bling bling" around his neck and wrist. Kane looked back down, trying to ignore Cena but to his dismay he started a promo. He let him go on for about a minute or so, insulting him with countless ryhmes before he had heard enough. Kane sprung from the bench and grabbed the "Thugomaniac" by the throat and threw him into a set of the wooden cubicles, shattering them on impact.
"You think you're cool huh Cena?! Huh?! You ain't shit!" Kane yelled, ignoring the fact this was all being caught on camera.
He shoved RVD out of the way and grabbed Cena up by the throat, running him face first into another set of cubicles, bloodying him up. He then turned him around and grabbed his throat a third time, this time chokeslamming him through the bench as hard as possible, causing the thick wood to shatter as if it was only an inch thick. Breathing heavily, as Kane looked at the results of his short assault he turned and stormed out of the locker room, not being bothered by the fearful superstars that merely stood by and watched the attack.
Kane walked out and slammed the door behind him as he stormed for his private locker room to wait for the main event..his brother the Undertaker vs Randy Orton the legend killer.
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Randy Orton hopped in place as he stood in the ring(like Brock Lesnar does on his entrance), waiting for his opponent as he was surrounded by the black steel cage. Special Referee, Shane McMahon paced around outside of the ring as he was waiting, himself, for the Special Enforcer who had yet to show up. Not a moment too soon, glass shattered and Stone Cold's music played and the Texas Rattlesnake came through the curtain walking down the entry way in his t-shirt, cut off shorts and knee braces. He immediatly walked around the ring, stepping past Shane McMahon and walked over to get a microphone. He raised it to his mouth and announced..
"Stone Cold, Steve Austin is out here right now to let y'all know, that he's gonna be the Special Enforcer, for this match!"
The announcement drew cheers from the fans and looks of shock from Shane and Randy. As Austin set the mic back on the table, the lights dimmed out and the fans screamed for Undertaker as he came riding out to his music, alone, on his motorcycle, sunglasses, biker shirt, bandanna and all. He gained some laughs as he chased Shane McMahon on his bike around the ring before he parked it in it's spot, facing the entry way. Shane stood by nervously watching the Phenom as he dismounted his bike after switching it off and walked right up to him, staring down at him with a menacing look before he pulled his shades, bandanna and cover shirt off, handing them all to him and pointed over to the bell ringer's table. Nervously, Shane took the items and walked over, putting them where Undertaker told him too as the Ministry leader climbed up onto the apron and entered the ring through the cage door, doing his raised arm pose for the fans. He then turned to Randy Orton as Shane had the man ring the bell, and at that moment, it was on.
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For the beginning of the match, the Undertaker was on Randy Orton like wolves on a wounded moose. He sent the Legend Killer, countless times into the cage, scoring success in busting him open, but with a low blow, Randy gained the upper hand and delt his own form of punishment and with the knowledge he knew about the Undertaker, focused on attacking his stomach and chest area, well aware of his history of internal injuries. After enough punishment, the Undertaker was bleeding from the mouth and could barely stand, but he was still putting up a fight against Orton, getting the upper hand when he caught him by the throat when he was going for an exit over the top of the cage, and delivered a chokeslam from hell, driving Randy into the mat with a thundering bang of impact. Almost falling, the Undertaker put a hand to his wounded gut and looked down at the dazed, nearly motionless Randy Orton. Mustering all the strength he could, he picked him up by his hair and helped him to his feet, only to shove his head between his legs, after bending him over and then hoisted him up for the Last Ride. He grabbed hold of his tights and lifted him up high, then brought him down hard again, successfully landing the finishing move.
Shane McMahon pulled the door open as Undertaker limped his way for the exit, but noticing aid coming to Randy Orton in the form of his partners of Evolution, he swung the cage door right into Undertaker's face, knocking him backwards and to the floor, blood now flowing from his forehead from the hit. As Flair and Triple H arrived to the ring, Shane gladly pulled the door open for them, allowing them to enter. Seeing this, Stone Cold came running from his spot towards Shane, ready to beat the living piss out of him but was also, caught with the door as Shane swung it open in his face, and Austing staggered back, falling to the floor near the fans, holding his face as he too now was busted open.
Inside the caged ring, Ric Flair beckoned for Randy to regain himself and to head for the exit. Randy sat up slowly as Triple H took care of the Undertaker, kicking him in his wounded spot as he tried getting up and set him up for the Pedigree, hooking his arms and delivered the move as hard as he could, worsening the Undertaker's wound on his head. Randy was just getting to his feet when fire exploded from the entry way and the lights turned red. The curtains parted and Kane stormed out, and eerily made his way down the entrance path towards the cage. Fearfully, Shane dug into his baggy jeans, retreiving a chain and padlock and hastily worked to seal the cage door shut as Kane got closer and closer. Just as Kane stepped onto the black padding, Shane locked it shut and then hauled ass to the other side of the ring as Kane stopped, looking up at the cage door, watching as Triple H and Ric Flair proceeded to stomp the hell out of his brother and Randy Orton made his way for one of the cage walls to climb it. A burning rage filled up inside of him and Kane began to quickly think, how would he get to his brother?
The memory of his debut in '97 hit him like a slap in the face and Kane grabbed the cage door, gritting his teeth in utter rage as he ripped it from the hinges, leaving it to hang by the padlock and chain. Climbing up, Kane stepped over the top rope and pace walked over to Randy, grabbed him by the foot, and jerked him off of the cage wall, dropping him face first onto the mat. He then spun around as Flair was sneaking up for a cheap shot and caught him by the throat, smiling evily at him under his towel and gave a cold, menacing laugh before chokeslamming Nature Boy like a small child. The sound of impact seemed to draw Triple H's attention and he turned, right into the shadowed face of Kane. Even in the dark red light, the look of fear was visible on Triple H's face as the monster reached up and ripped the towel from his head and got closer, eyeing Triple H with hatred, increasing his fear. Anxiously, he tried for a helpless shot to Kane, only to be intercepted when Kane ducked under it and scooped him up, turning his body upside down as he held tight to his waist. The fans gave wild cheers as Kane carried Triple H to the center of the ring, and tombstoned his head into the mat. Kane regained his footing and turned to check on Randy Orton. Still down. Good. He looked back to his brother, who was trying to get up. Kane walked over and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him over to the exit and stood behind him as he crawled under the bottom rope and slid out of the ring to the outside. On his own righteous judgement the bell ringer rang the bell, sounding the Undertaker's music.
Kane picked up his towel and stepped out of the ring, standing beside his brother who was keeled over, holding his chest and gut. He straightened the towel back on his head before taking his brother's arm and pulling it over his shoulder, as he started to help him back towards the locker room when Austin's voice, with the help of a mic, distracted them.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, cut the music." The two brothers looked back at him. "Match is over, Undertaker won but we ain't finished yet....Kane,...bring yer ass over here right now."
Kane stood there, holding up his brother as he watched Austin from under his towel.
"Right now!"
"Go on Kane.." Undertaker groaned. "The bald bastard ain't gonna start nothin'"
"You ok?" Kane asked, his voice, thanks to no mic, was audible probably to only the nearest fans.
"I'll be ok."
Kane watched as the Ministry was already on their way and let his brother go, walking back towards the back of the ring where Austin was waiting. He stopped a few feet from him and eyed him curiously. A bit of surprise came to him when Austin told Lilian Garcia to hand him a beer, which he tossed to him. Idly, Kane caught it in his hand at about waist level and looked down at it. When he looked back up, Austin had another one in his hand, and popped it open, extending it out.
"Kane, you're one of the craziest sons of bitches ever stepped foot in this business. And ya been going around the past few weeks for no reason beatin' the livin Hell outta superstars. But every man, even the Texas Rattlesnake's got a heart, and you showed that the Big Red Machine has one as well, and I just wanna toast ya, on comin' out here when yer big brother needed ya most."
Kane watched him some, the thought of just beating Austin's ass right there for all the shit he put him through passed his mind, but then he thought about tonight how Austin made sure that there was a fair Enforcer. Kane looked back down at the can and popped it open, foam rising out and dribbling over his hand as he hit his can against Austin's and simultaneously, the Texas Rattlesnake and the Big Red Machine tipped their can, pouring it's ice cold content down their throat until they could barely swallow it and the beer leaked over their mouth, and down their chin. Austin tossed his can behind him when it was empty, as Kane crushed his in his hand and let it drop and Austin set the mic down, noting privately to Kane.
"T'yer freedom ya big, red, crazy bastard." And he even smirked some.
Kane smiled back in his natural dark, insane way and nodded to Austin, raising his arms, then and summoned the fire again and cued his red lighting and music before walking back to the waiting Ministry and headed back to the backstage area.
"Alright, you did it!" Dark Angel said, suddenly hugging Kane's waist.
"I didn't do it, 'Taker did." Kane said as they walked.
The hug shocked him a little but he just kept on walking.
"You ain't gonna hug me back or what?" Dark Angel looked up.
"Uhh..."
"Go on Kane, show that heart again." Undertaker smirked good heartedly.
Nervously, Kane put an arm around Dark Angel's shoulder, and she leaned into him with a laugh that showed how much she adored Kane's shyness. Before the large group went their seperate ways, Undertaker was dropped off at the EMT's to see to his injuries, Bradshaw and Farooq decided to go to a bar, and Midian and Viscera parted their ways. Before Kane could reach the police van that would take him home a final time, Dark Angel stepped in his way, looking up at him.
"Hey Kane. What are you doin' tonight?"
"Tonight? Uhhh..nothin' yet I guess."
"Let's go get a beer or somethin'."
"Beer?"
"Yeah, you need more celebration for freedom than one little can ya big goof.! Hehe."
"Guess you're right." Kane said nervously.
"C'mon, I'll drive ya home to change."
Dark Angel pulled Kane by the hand out to the parking lot where she had her red jeep parked. After a trip to Kane's house to let him change into something casual, which included in a hooded jacket to shade his face, they drove to a bar, which happened to be the same one the APA were at. The four of them had their share of beers, Kane got a little bit of publicity from fans at the bar who watched the show that night and countlessly commented on "how cool it was" that he was toasted by Stone Cold, and that he kicked Evolution's ass. That night Kane discovered his feelings for Dark Angel growing even more. It brought a blush to his face, so for the rest of their time there he tried to keep his face hidden by the shadow of his hood. That night as he lay in his bed about 2:00AM, fairly tipsy from the drinking, he could only think about her and how she seemed eager to celebrate his reward. It was another night that he went to sleep, not being able to wait for his next day at work to see her, only this time he planned to take a shot at asking her out somewhere.
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^.^ So how did y'all like that? A whole lot I hope. Please R/R and tell me what you thought and if I should keep going.
Note: I have another story coming up about a character I made up on my Smackdown! 2 game. I hope ya look forward to it! Thanks again!