A/n: Sorry for taking so long. As some of you may know I'm also working on
A Dream Come True, which is about a custom wrestler of mine but for you
Kaneanites, it also features our beloved Big Red Machine too! I finally got
some ideas for this here chapter, and once again, I'd like to thank and
give credit to Ellectra for helping me out.
Disclaimer: WWE owns the chars here, but I own Dark Angel.
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Chapter 5
Dark Angel paced around the parking lot of the SmackDown! arena, arms crossed, dressed in her usual black jeans, tanktop, jacket and boots. She bit her lip in an anxious manner, awaiting the man she felt a new friendship for. Her attention on the memory was broken when she heard her name called, and turned around to see--
Midian, still in his street clothes: black jeans, a t-shirt, boots and leather jacket. He had noticed her attention seemed to be on something and was curious. Afterall he had a secret crush on her and wanted to get to know her more.
"Hey Angel." He said.
"Hey, Midian." She answered back with a smile.
"Whatcha up to?"
"Oh, nothing really. Waitin' for Kane."
"..Kane? What's the deal with him?"
Dark Angel looked up at him and shrugged.
"Nothing. He wanted to talk some is all. I think he needs a friend."
"Well he's got six of them, including his own brother."
"Yeah but ya know, someone to talk to."
"Ah, true..so did ya have a good time the other day?" He asked with a smirk.
Dark Angel smirked and stepped closer, leaning into him.
"Yes I did."
She leaned up, pressing her soft, black painted lips to his in a soft kiss. It was two days ago that Midian revealed his hidden feelings for her and asked her out to dinner which was surprisingly nice and romantic, considering Midian's usual odd interests. He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss some, holding it for a few moments before they seperated.
"You busy tomorrow night?" He asked.
"Mmmh, nope." She smirked
"Good, I was thinking of taking you out dancing."
"Sounds fun." She said and kissed him again.
"Great." Midian smiled. "C'mon, the guys are here. 'Taker's got a plan for gettin payback on Evolution.."
"Oh, cool."
Dark Angel walked side by side Midian, completely forgetting that she was waiting for Kane to arrive. As they turned the corner, out of sight, a black jeep pulled up driven by the Big Red Machine himself. Kane got out of the jeep, wearing his wrestling gear under one of his "Freaks Kick Ass" t- shirts cut like the Undertaker's wore his, and his towel over his head. He slipped the keys in the glove compartment and made his way further into the arena, glancing around for Dark Angel. She was supposed to meet him there so they could talk some. When he didn't find her he scratched the back of his head, annoyment hitting his mind as he figured King was making fun of him about the confused situation. JR was supposed to be back as well, tonight, Kane remembered. He had learned to control his temper some lately, and he wanted to apologize deeply to him about his attack. He dismissed the unknown fact that Dark Angel ditched him, and figured she had good reason to not be there and continued walking, aiming to find his brother to see how he was feeling. He didn't quite think it was smart for him to come to work tonight with his internal injuries acting up again but what the hell, huh?
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Undertaker sat on a table, dressed in black jeans, boots and his gloves. He was shirtless with bandaged ribs, and a surprise to everyone at the arena: Sara was with him tonight, and had their daughter too! Around the three was the Ministry Of Respect, all in order, discussing revenge on Evolution when suddenly Eric Bischoff stepped up in his usual blue jeans, sneakers and black zipped up jacket with the t-shirt underneath. On his face, he sported a shit eating grin as he spoke.
"Why good evening fellas! 'Taker! I see your family has joined you tonight!"
"That's right, Eric.." Undertaker said. "What's the deal?"
"Well they just picked a good day is all. See I guess your mad at Triple H for interfering with your match on Raw so I've booked you two against eachother, in a no holds barred match!"
Eric gave a big smile as Undertaker sat there on the table, just staring at him.
"I see you think Hunter can break me huh?...We'll see."
"I'm sure we will. But don't worry, see I noticed Ric Flair got involved too as well as your brother. That's why I've booked another match. Midian, get set tonight because you're teaming up with Kane, against Ric Flair and Randy Orton!"
Midian raised a brow.
"Whatever you say Bitch-off-- I mean uhh, Bischoff."
"Hey.." Undertaker looked to Midian. "My baby girl's here tonight ok? Watch the profanity, son."
"Sorry Mark."
Eric smiled.
"Well you have a good time getting ready I'll go tell-- well hi Kane!"
Eric smiled bigger in an assholeish fashion as Kane showed up at the scene, standing right over him.
"What is it now, Eric...." Kane's cold voice uttered out.
"I was just fixin to find you and let you know, you and Midian are partners tonight."
"For what?"
"Against Flair and Orton, of course. You have a nice day now!"
Bischoff walked off and Kane turned, eyeing him as he went, then looked back at Undertaker, looking at his bandaged ribs.
"How are you feeling?..."
"I'm doin' good, bro. Don't worry."
Kane nodded and turned to notice Sara and the baby girl(anyone know her name?).
"Hi, Kane." Sara said happily.
"..Hi Sara.." Kane said flatly as usual.
He then turned to Dark Angel, wanting to ask her, herself about not meeting him at the parking lot but instead, didn't want to seem obsessed but he turned back to Undertaker.
"Big, Ministry stuff goin' on?"
"Well, we were gonna discussin whoopin the tar out o'Evolution but I guess Bischoff has it covered."
"Oh..right.."
"Ya alright Kane?" Undertaker asked.
"I'm fine..I'm just gonna..go hit the weights in my room. See ya at the ring, Midian...."
"Later, big guy." Midian said friendly.
With that, Kane turned and walked off, or more-so sulked off. Perhaps they didn't think he'd notice but he did notice--Midian and Dark Angel, holding hands. Maybe it wouldn't mean anything...if Kane didn't feel for her in the way he did. He had worked up courage since he lay in bed after their fun at the bar to ask her out. Now that it was obvious her and Midian were together, all plans there were ruined. He stepped into his locker room and closed the door, locking it and walked to the bench, setting some heavy weights on it and layed down, beginning to press, trying to get his thoughts off depression.
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Sara walked down the arena hallway, her boots clicking lightly on the floor. She left the baby with Undertaker as she told him she was going to get answers to something. Her question she wanted an answer to was Kane. She had watched how he walked off and could almost sense the depression inside of him. She reached Kane's dressing room door when she noticed she had been followed by a camer man. Politely, she turned to him before knocking.
"No camera, ok? This is personal."
The camera man gave a nod and merely kept the camera on her, long enough for fans watching to see her knock on the room door and then let herself in while calling softly to her brother-in-law.
"Kane?" She asked, looking around the dark room. "You in here?"
She felt around for a lightswitch. Found it. Clicked it on. Her heart almost sank when she saw Kane. He was in the corner, sitting on the benches, leaning down foward, with his arms rested on his knees. She heard him give a sniffle, but not look up at her, merely asking.
"Who is it?" His strong voice remained deep, but was now weak and broken. He was clearly crying.
Sara shut the door and slowly walked over to him, being cautious incase the sad act was a cover up for his recent utter rage.
"It's me, Sara...can we talk?"
"....Sure.."
She sat down beside him, resting her hands on her knees, looking at him and reached out with her hand for his chin to look into his eyes. He slowly looked at her, allowing the light to shine some under his towel. He was red and damp under the eyes, evidence to him crying. Her eyes sunk into a sad, show of pity for him.
"Heeeey." She said softly. "What's the matter?"
Kane turned his head away from her, freeing his chin from her gentle grip on his chin and sniffled again, wiping his nose with his gloved hand.
"Why don't girls like me, Sara?"
"What? What do you mean of course they like you, everyone does."
Kane shook his head and leaned up fully.
"No, Sara. I mean why don't they 'like' me?" Kane said, sticking the word 'like' out this time.
"Ohhhh. Well who do ya mean?"
Kane sighed and leaned forward again, turning his head to the side to look at her, seeing the care in her eyes.
"...Dark Angel...I've tried to show my feelings for her..and she goes and hooks up with Midian. I thought she cared...I thought she respected me!!!!"
Sara's heart began beating faster as she became nervous when Kane starts raising his voice. She swallowed deep and spoke again.
"She does Kane. She isn't trying to hurt you by doing this."
"Yes, she is!! She just wants to make fun of me!! Both of them! Her and Midian!"
"Kane.." Sara said, placing a hand on his back, to try and calm him down.
Kane jerked away from her and leaned in closer, letting her see the fire burning in his eyes.
"They don't know me, Sara...they don't know what I'm capable of. They think the hate in me...the anger in me, is gone. That's why they're trying me!!"
"Kane, no. Just calm down please." Sara said, her voice shaking. "Please. Think about the situation."
Kane sat there, eyeing her coldly, breathing heavily then returned to a full sitting position and stared ahead, then looked down, his breathing becoming softer and slower.
"I'll think about it..." Kane nodded. "But I got something to take care of tonight...I'll think of it later."
With that Kane dug into his locker and pulled out a red gift box and stood up from his bench, walking to his door and exited, ignoring the camera man who was up in his face and followed him on his way to the outside.
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Triple H stood in the ring, with his hair dripping wet, dampening his chest and shoulders as he paced around, wearing black tights as his music played on for a few more seconds, before coming to a stop. Only a second or two later, did the lights go out to the sound of a rock and roll drum intro, followed by the phenom's menacing voice booming over the speakers "Dead Man Walkin'!" followed by the lyrics, blending in with the southern rock beat. This cued the entrance of his opponent, who rode on his motorcycle, wearing his blue jeans, boots, gloves and one of his merchandise t-shirts with only the sleeves cut off. Perhaps, he intended to wear this one throughout the match? What for? Probably to hide his rib injury. That doesn't matter, Hunter thought, I'm gonna hit him there good anyway, he'll be begging for me to stop before I'm even half way through.
Undertaker raised his fist to the fans before mashing the pedal to his bike and rode down the ramp, circling the ring before he reached the end of the ramp again, and switched off the vehicle's ignition and dismounted, making his way up the steps, trying not to show the ache he was feeling in his ribs and entered the ring as smoothly as he could and began raising both arms for the fans, giving his charasmatic, yet deranged smile to them which always told them he was ready to kick some ass. His music stopped and he turned to his opponent, who had a million dollar on his face. Privatly, making sure even the referee couldn't hear as well as the fans in the front row, he exchanged words with Triple H as he pointed.
"Yer thinkin' these injuries, are gonna save you from an ass whoopin' son. You got another thing comin'."
"Bring it on, ya big dead biking bastard!" Triple H taunted as he smirked cruely. "I'm gonna finish what I started on Raw right here tonight."
"You little--" Undertaker said and began advancing towards Triple H, before the bell even rang.
Triple H started to also advance. Both men got only a single step towards the other before an explosion on the stage shattered the silence of the arena, drawing fans to roar with cheers. Triple H turned with a look of anger and annoyment, as Undertaker just turned curious and set his hands on his hips. As the heavy metal music of Finger Eleven played, both men watched the curtain part as the Undertaker's little..or rather, big, younger brother stepped out, carrying a red box in his hands. Undertaker curled up his mouth in a wondering fashion. Last time he saw Kane with a box like that, it had a can of gas in it and he set JR on fire. He knew JR was commentating again tonight. He could only hope that Kane wasn't still pissed and had come to finish the job.
Kane stepped through the curtains with the box and stood on the stage, staring down towards the ring at his brother and his opponent. He looked down at the red box in his hands and then turned to the commentator's table near the stage, where he noticed King and the returning JR, looking at him. He made no expression but he was happy inside. Mainly that JR hadn't pressed charges on him, so that he was able to consider this day. He walked to the steps and walked down, turning and walked to the commentator's table where the visitor's chair was and set the box on the table, taking a seat. He could hear Jerry babbling on about something but the fans drowned it out. He could hear alot better once he slid the headset on over his towel covered head.
"--can't believe this. Kane, what are you doing here?!" Jerry asked abruptly, in surprise as his music still played for a moment more.
"I'm not here to cause a rampage, King." Kane said and smirked to Jerry. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"Well then what are you here for?!" Jerry asked.
Kane turned to JR who he had yet to hear speak once he set put the headset on. The poor Oklahoma native had a look of utter worry on his face and he seemed to eye the red box, thinking back on the interview scene when he gave him a can of gas with the warning that he'd burn him to hell if he made fun of him. Quietly, he pushed the box with his gloved hand over to JR's side. The fear increased in the man's face.
"It's okay, JR..." Kane said calmly, watching him from under his towel. "Open it up."
JR gulped and reached out, setting the box in his lap and pulled the lid of the box off setting it aside and reached into the box. He was surprised at what he pulled out but it was a pleasant look. Kane only hoped it impressed him. It was a gift of something other wrestler's like Mankind and The Rock had done, and now he took a shot at it. In his hands, JR held a WWE Autobiography. Kane had titled it "Inside The Flame." and edited a picture of different shots of him in his costumes. The main photo under the title was of him and his towel, yet above him as a background was him in his debut gimmick when he had his beloved curtain of hair, and the two different gimmicks including the black, sleevless flame outfit, then the one where he had changed his mask. He urged JR to open the cover page where he had autographed it to him. JR smiled and looked up at him, curious though of what this meant. Kane, as if reading his mind, answered.
"I want to apologize for my actions during our interview. I know it's not the perfect way of showing it...but it's the least I could do." Kane said, unaware that the match was well underway by now.
"Well thank you Kane. You know I like a good book." JR said, very thankful. "And I do forgive you. I know you were angry at alot of things then, but you seem to have calmed down some and I'm proud of ya."
"Thank you JR. Since I joined up with my brother again, he's helped me regain the respect I had when I was with Rob. But I'm still facing problems." Kane said.
"Yeah, girl problems it seems." Jerry butted in. "You didn't seem too happy at the fact Dark Angel and Midian got something going on."
"What are you saying, King?" Kane looked at him as if daring him to say something that'd earn him an ass kicking.
"Well, are you jealous? I mean, the whole world's been watching to pay an awful lot of attention to Dark Angel since she first arrived here in the WWE."
"I really don't think it's any of your business, what I think of Dark Angel or Midian, King."
"Well, you're going into a tag-match with him tonight, do you think seeing Dark Angel, showing her new affection for him is gonna interfere with the fact you're partners not enemies?" Jerry, sticking his nose into Kane's business a little too far.
"I'm going to do one thing tonight and that's team up with Midian against our opponents, Flair and Orton. And King stay out of my business."
"Well I'm just sayin, Kane--"
"--Shut up!"
Kane almost yelled at Jerry before turning to watch the match finally, as JR steered the commentary back onto the action.
"Well, Kane I don't mean to interupt you straightening King out, but it looks like your brother's having it bad out there."
"Don't worry.." Kane said softly, in his dark fashion. "..He'll get back to his feet, sooner or later.."
Kane watched the superstars battle at ring side, turning his attention to the screen infront of him which allowed him to see from the camera's point of view. He watched Triple H deliver a series of blows to Undertaker's face, chest and most of all to his wounded gut area. He listened to Jerry babble on about Raw's cage match and how he didn't have any right to bust in and kick their asses. No right? Bullshit, Kane thought, if those two sons of bitches can help their team mate I can help my own damn brother. He glanced to the side some, pleased to notice JR was skimming through the book. He turned back to the screen now with a smile as Jerry seemed to be commentating all alone now. Kane watched as the Undertaker fought to his feet and managed to dodge a chair shot, and hit Triple H square in the kidney, then kept the upper hand going as he fought with the champion out into the crowd and into the backstage area. Kane once more reverted to the screen.
The two battled all the way out into the concession area. Undertaker mostly used just his body and the walls as a weapon, but Triple H got down and dirty, even using full bags of popcorn and hit him over the head, getting the salt and hot butter in his eyes. The remainder of the battle was there as Undertaker gained the upperhand again for only a short while, before Flair, Orton and even Shane jumped onto the scene and took advantage of the match stipulations and joined Triple H in beating the Undertaker down until he had began coughing blood again like on Raw that past monday. Triple H broke the attack off for a few seconds to talk some trash and get in a pin, and they continued their assault.
Both commentators were back on schedule now, arguing about the situation, JR saying it was haneous and Jerry ranting that Undertaker deserved it. Kane could hardly sit and watch a minute more before he spoke again after having not commentated for a few minutes.
"That's it..I'm not sitting through this.." He said, pulling the headset off and tossed it on the table.
"That's right Kane, go help him." JR said, cheering Kane on.
"Don't do it Kane, it's none of your business! Just stay out of it!" King yelled and even dared to stand up and grab Kane by the arm.
Kane's head snapped around and he struck King with a punch to the face, then grabbed him by the back of the head and tossed him off the commentator stand steps through a table that had coffee and doughnuts on it. He then stepped down from the stand and stormed his way towards the curtains that lead backstage and tore them out of his way, marching down a hall where he could see the beating taking place in the concession area. He could hear the fans screaming for Undertaker to get up and whoop all their asses, while some children cried for the Ministry. Kane, gritting his teeth picked up in a run towards the group, but just as he was nearing the end of the hall they saw him and scattered from the scene. After a moment of wondering why, the fans that watched the beating from just feet away, erupted into cheers when Kane appeared from the hallway, standing over his brother as he glared at the fleeing Evolution. He could feel Mark, touching at the shin of his boot. Looking down, he knelt down to one knee to check on him. He took his bloody hand in his, just as he heard the EMT's arrive. Kane lowered his head so they couldn't see the anger in his face, or he figured they might suggest security to come and take precautions.
"Kane, man. We need to look at him. Back up for a minute." And he felt an EMT's hand on his shoulder.
The hand to his shoulder set off the bomb ticking inside of him and he sprung to his feet, grabbing the EMT by the throat and drove his face into the wall. The fans only cheered more, while some laughed at the EMTs' misfortune. He heard the others, urging him to calm down and turned to them, with hatred in his eyes. He didn't get to tear Evolution apart, he thought, so why not bust up the EMTs? He grabbed another by the shirt and sent a hit to his face, then swung another into and over the counter where fans were getting their drinks and food. The two females backed up before he could get his hands on them so he turned and proceeded to stomp the shit out of the first EMT he got his hands on. He gave him some good stomps to the ribs and chest, and was about to drive the solid hard toe to his boot into his face when he felt himself grabbed around the waist, lifted and turned away where he saw Midian, Dark Angel and the APA watching him warily. He could only guess it was Viscera who had grabbed him. After a bit of struggling the big man let him down, and he turned, ripping a Summerslam advertisement off the wall and broke the glass frame against the wall, turining to them with the fire burning high inside of him.
"They're DEAD!!!!!" He yelled, thinking of Evolution.
They jumped at his shouting, before he turned to check on Undertaker before getting up and storming off to his locker room again, as a new set of EMTs arrived and assisted the Ministry in getting Undertaker into his locker room on a stretcher.
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Kane had shut himself in his locker room, locking the door and sliding one of the benches infront of it to prevent anyone getting inside. He was, meanwhile, over near his set of metal lockers, slamming his gloved hand against the metal so hard it began denting only after a few hits. His hand was throbbing but thanks to the glove he hadn't tore the skin open. He grabbed up a trash can filled with bottles and snack wrappings he had disposed of while waiting for his brother's match so he could go out, and heaved it like nothing across the room against the wall with a loud metallic crash and another when it hit the floor, a few of the contents spilling out onto the floor. He turned to a wooden closet and kicked it so hard his foot busted through it and he struggled to jerk it out, before he started beating on it, imagining it was Evolution and Shane, as the wood shattered underneath his heavy blows. Ignoring the splinters in his bare fist and poking into his glove he threw his back against the wall and slid down to a curled up position and ran his hands over his head, burying his face into his forearms and began slowly rocking back and forth, his shoulders shaking violently as the insecurity set in and his breaths became scared and nervous. The screaming voices had returned. He unleashed his fire on the EMTs right infront of those fans in the concession area, and they laughed at him. They think I'm a pathetic idiot now, he thought, they hate me again!!
A few minutes passed before he heard a knock on his door, and heard the door try to open. He looked up, through the towel and glared at the door. The knocking came again and this time the voice revealed who it was.
"Hey Kane, we're up in 2 minutes man." Midian, called from the other side of the door and knocked again. "Come on out..."
Kane did nothing, just buried his face again. There was another knock and he looked up, yelling to his tag partner for tonight.
"GO AWAY MIDIAN!!!!!"
"Look man, I know you're pissed off at Evolution." He heard Midian say, as if he could read his thoughts. "I am too, that's why I'm asking you, let's go have this match and give them the ass kicking of their lives.....C'mon man.."
"I'm....not....going...OUT THERE!!!!!"
Midian stood there, hands on his hips and sighed. Shit, he thought, what's it gonna take. He turned to Dark Angel who was with him but had yet to say anything.
"I don't think he's coming out, do you?"
"He'll come out, don't worry." Dark Angel said reassuringly.
"Midian!" Midian turned to see an official at the end of the hall. "C'mon man your music's playing. Let's go."
"Damn it." Midian said to himself and called through the door again. "Kane c'mon we're up!! I'll be waiting man!" He shook his head and made his way down the hall for the ring. Fuck, he thought, Mark said he was difficult but I didn't think this tough.
"Kane.." Dark Angel called softly to him. "It's me, hon."
"Don't call me that!!" He screamed from inside.
"Why not?" She asked confused. He always liked attention before, she wondered, why's he being like this.
"You know why!!!"
"Actually I don't." She said, being perfectly honest. "But I do know if you don't go out there, then Midian's gonna be forced to go two on one and then Eric's gonna bite your head off. Now I know you don't want that little weasel doing that." She smirked, almost laughing.
There was silence from inside for a moment before she heard the bench blocking the door, being pushed out of the way, then heard the lock clicking and the door opened. Light from outside, illuminating Kane as he stood in the dark room, peeking through the cracked opening.
"There ya are, big guy." She smiled adoringly. "C'mon now, we're up!" She said excited like then took off in a jog to catch up with Midian, meeting him just as he was reaching the curtain and they walked out together, recieving cheers at their appearance.
Kane stepped out into the hall and slowly closed the door. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself. They're right, he said mentally, I'm not gonna get revenge by sitting on my ass. He turned and made his way for the ring, down the hall. He reached the backstage area where some fans with backstage passes started cheering him and urging him to go kick some ass. From the corner of his eye, from under the towel he noticed one was wearing one of his older t-shirts while the other had the new Freaks Kick Ass shirt on, like the one he himself was wearing, only Kane had his fixed up like his big brother liked to wear his over his wifebeater on his way to the ring. His music was well underway by the time he stepped out from the curtains, just a few seconds before the singing part started up, and he walked down the ramp, towards his partner Midian, who had Dark Angel wrapping her arms around his waist. He shook his head some, trying to dismiss the fact she was outcasting him. Me and her are just good friends and they're something more, that's good, he thought. Reaching the ring, he slid in underneath the bottom ropes, like he had occasionally done if he wasn't stepping over the top one and got to his feet, in the middle of the ring, removing the towel from his head and did his fire bit, cueing the music to fade out and the lights to return to normal, where it then pulled his shirt off, now just in his one piece, black gear with the red straps, and handed the shirt and towel to a ringside assistant, returning to his and Midian's corner where he exchanged words with the smaller but still big superstar. Midian would be the starting man, they decided. Kane nodded in agreement and stepped over the top rope, standing on the apron as he took the tag line in his hand(the rope the wreslters have to hold to make the tag valid) and watched as Midian faced off against Randy Orton, sizing eachother up for awhile.
The match got off to a good start in Midian's favor. He was clearly too much for Randy Orton to get an upperhand on, having a height and weight advantage over the Legend Killer. Orton's session consisted of him being constantly punched, kicked, slammed an whipped around against the ropes and corners like a doll. It was more of a fight when he managed to tag in Flair who was wise enough to avoid Midian's most effective attacks. When the Ministry member got his hands on him however, he proceeded to beat him senseless before Flair scored a poke in the eyes when the referee couldn't quite see him. Midian stepped back, rubbing his eyes in irritation, giving Flair enough time to clothesline him and strut his stuff in his patented dance walk, followed by one of his loud "Whoo!" chants.
He turned and scooped Midian up, shoving him into the corner then whipped him around into the opposite corner, following close behind and collided with him, driving his back into the turnbuckle. Midian groaned out in pain as Flair let him walk from the corner, before he tagged Orton back in, then finished his assault with a bulldog takedown from behind, then moved out of the way, just in time for Randy Orton to come off the ropes and hit Midian with a leg drop. With another "Whoo!" Flair got out of the ring to his corner and gave a shit eating grin as he watched his partner, proceeded to beat Midian senseless all over the ring, even managing to scoop him up and give him a samoan drop. He then went for the first pin. 1..2.. but Midian managed a kickout just before 3. In disbelief, Orton got in the referees face and tried to convince him he counted Midian out and that they had won. With this distraction, Flair snuck in and proceeded to give Midian a secret stomping. Trying to rescue Midian, Kane attemped to enter the ring but the referee turned and stopped him, starting to chastize him for the attempt, while both Evolution members now began doing a double assault on his partner. As the referee turned back to the match, Flair had just gotten out of the ring leaving him oblivious as Orton walked around celebrating with a big smile. Once more he tagged Flair in who gave Midian a few stomps before turning his back to feel good about himself. As he was ranting on, as well as Orton was trying to get cheers from the booing fans, Midian weakly crawled towards his corner and managed to slap Kane's bare hand.
Like an erupting volcano, the fire inside him came alive and he stepped over the ropes, walking towards Flair. Orton, turning to see tried to cry out to his partner but he was too late as Kane spun Flair around and began delivering multiple chops and blows to Flair's face and throat. Whipping him against the ropes he tried for a clothesline, but Flair ducked. Shit, Kane thought as he turned around, thinking he'd lost him, but another idea came to mind. As Flair ricocheted off the ropes again and tried for his own clothesline, Kane raised up his boot, catching him in the face and knocked him silly. After beating him senseless, the referee put a stop to it, telling him to cool off, giving Flair enough time to tag in Orton, who merely got his own beating from Kane around the ring. After he'd given him a good deal of punishment, he heard a shriek from outside the ring. He spun around to see Midian not on the apron but barely moving on the end of the ramp, and Triple H gripping Dark Angel by the hair. Enraged, Kane stormed towards the ring as the referee tried to get rid of Triple H and get him to let her go, but before he could reach the ropes he felt a heavy blow strike him below the belt and he fell to his knees, then to his side. The referee continued to yell at Hunter as Orton covered him up for the pin. Only then, did Triple H shove Dark Angel and make his way up the ramp, thinking his team had the match won, but the delay of an immediate count from the ref, gave Kane time to recover by the time the referee turned his attention back. 1..2..Kane kicked out, sending Randy Orton beside him and sat up, turning to the younger superstar angrily, glaring with hatred at him. Rising to his feet, he straightened the glove on his hand and held the hand that wore it high in the air as Randy struggled to get to his feet. When he turned, Kane seized him by the throat, and was about to finish him off when he caught movement from the corner of his eye and saw Flair running at him. As the ref tried to block the Nature Boy, Kane shoved him out of the way and caught him by the throat, now holding both Evolution members, turning them so he could see Triple H on the ramp, he noticed him running towards the ring again and sliding inside. Annoyed, Kane threw the other two out of the way and caught the champ with a boot to the face, sending him rolling to the outside. Turning back to Orton and Flair, they came running at him going for a double clothesline, yet he easily caught them again by the throats and this time, scored the double chokeslam on them, then covered Randy up as the referee recovered from the shove and crawled over for the pin. 1..2..3!
Kane rose to his feet, allowing Orton to crawl out of the ring with Flair as Dark Angel got Midian safely away from Triple H and gave him a hug for their victory. Kane watched on in utter shock. How could she give him props when it was me who scored the win? He thought quietly. I just took out all three for god's sake! As Evolution retreated through the curtain, Kane made a storming exit, snatching his towel from the ringside assistant who gave to give it to him and stormed behind the ramp towards his locker room. He didn't care stop to recieve any congrats on his win. He stepped into his locker room and slid the bench in the way again, locking the door and started a second trashing spree as he threw whatever he hadn't yet, all over the room. As he finished he slumped down against the wall again, this time inside the closet where it was darkest and pulled the towel to totally cover his face and shook, hypervenatly. When the knocks from the Ministry came knocking on his door, asking if he was there he didn't answer until they figured he was gone already and then stormed out of his locker room, with the towel hooding his head again, random thoughts running through his head.
Why did Midian get credit for something he didn't do? Why did Dark Angel have to rub in his face, the fact she loved Midian, not him? Why couldn't she see his pain? Why?!?!?!
He continued asking himself such questions as he reached the parking lot where he saw the Ministry across the way, signing a couple autographs. This caused him to walk faster to his jeep and hopped in, hastily switching the engine on which drew their attention and they started to make their way towards him.
"Hey Kane, hold on a sec!" Dark Angel called to him. He ignored her.
"Bro!" He ignored the Undertaker.
Instead he mashed the gas pedal, turning out of the parking lot and then floored the pedal out of the open doors where drivers arrived and peeled out into the street, almost running a car off the road as he sped home, gritting his teeth in anger and rage. They were lying to him all along! Dark Angel, Midian. Both of them! Liars! They never cared for him! These thoughts ran through his head as he arrived home and walked in, slamming the door and stormed into his room, collapsing on the bed face down, breathing heavily, trying to dismiss the pain he felt inside his heart. First Chyna, then Tori, now Dark Angel. Three women who had shattered his heart. Why did he let this happen to himself? He couldn't show his weakness no more...Austin was right...he had to fully unleash that fire inside of him. He fell asleep, planning that night. When Raw came that monday, the Kane with a heart would be dead..and the monster from the flames would return...
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I hope you all like this chapter, and I'm sorry it took so long. I had some writer's block. I'll also be updating A Dream Come True in a short time, so do stay tuned! R/R on this chappie here, please?
Disclaimer: WWE owns the chars here, but I own Dark Angel.
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Chapter 5
Dark Angel paced around the parking lot of the SmackDown! arena, arms crossed, dressed in her usual black jeans, tanktop, jacket and boots. She bit her lip in an anxious manner, awaiting the man she felt a new friendship for. Her attention on the memory was broken when she heard her name called, and turned around to see--
Midian, still in his street clothes: black jeans, a t-shirt, boots and leather jacket. He had noticed her attention seemed to be on something and was curious. Afterall he had a secret crush on her and wanted to get to know her more.
"Hey Angel." He said.
"Hey, Midian." She answered back with a smile.
"Whatcha up to?"
"Oh, nothing really. Waitin' for Kane."
"..Kane? What's the deal with him?"
Dark Angel looked up at him and shrugged.
"Nothing. He wanted to talk some is all. I think he needs a friend."
"Well he's got six of them, including his own brother."
"Yeah but ya know, someone to talk to."
"Ah, true..so did ya have a good time the other day?" He asked with a smirk.
Dark Angel smirked and stepped closer, leaning into him.
"Yes I did."
She leaned up, pressing her soft, black painted lips to his in a soft kiss. It was two days ago that Midian revealed his hidden feelings for her and asked her out to dinner which was surprisingly nice and romantic, considering Midian's usual odd interests. He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss some, holding it for a few moments before they seperated.
"You busy tomorrow night?" He asked.
"Mmmh, nope." She smirked
"Good, I was thinking of taking you out dancing."
"Sounds fun." She said and kissed him again.
"Great." Midian smiled. "C'mon, the guys are here. 'Taker's got a plan for gettin payback on Evolution.."
"Oh, cool."
Dark Angel walked side by side Midian, completely forgetting that she was waiting for Kane to arrive. As they turned the corner, out of sight, a black jeep pulled up driven by the Big Red Machine himself. Kane got out of the jeep, wearing his wrestling gear under one of his "Freaks Kick Ass" t- shirts cut like the Undertaker's wore his, and his towel over his head. He slipped the keys in the glove compartment and made his way further into the arena, glancing around for Dark Angel. She was supposed to meet him there so they could talk some. When he didn't find her he scratched the back of his head, annoyment hitting his mind as he figured King was making fun of him about the confused situation. JR was supposed to be back as well, tonight, Kane remembered. He had learned to control his temper some lately, and he wanted to apologize deeply to him about his attack. He dismissed the unknown fact that Dark Angel ditched him, and figured she had good reason to not be there and continued walking, aiming to find his brother to see how he was feeling. He didn't quite think it was smart for him to come to work tonight with his internal injuries acting up again but what the hell, huh?
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Undertaker sat on a table, dressed in black jeans, boots and his gloves. He was shirtless with bandaged ribs, and a surprise to everyone at the arena: Sara was with him tonight, and had their daughter too! Around the three was the Ministry Of Respect, all in order, discussing revenge on Evolution when suddenly Eric Bischoff stepped up in his usual blue jeans, sneakers and black zipped up jacket with the t-shirt underneath. On his face, he sported a shit eating grin as he spoke.
"Why good evening fellas! 'Taker! I see your family has joined you tonight!"
"That's right, Eric.." Undertaker said. "What's the deal?"
"Well they just picked a good day is all. See I guess your mad at Triple H for interfering with your match on Raw so I've booked you two against eachother, in a no holds barred match!"
Eric gave a big smile as Undertaker sat there on the table, just staring at him.
"I see you think Hunter can break me huh?...We'll see."
"I'm sure we will. But don't worry, see I noticed Ric Flair got involved too as well as your brother. That's why I've booked another match. Midian, get set tonight because you're teaming up with Kane, against Ric Flair and Randy Orton!"
Midian raised a brow.
"Whatever you say Bitch-off-- I mean uhh, Bischoff."
"Hey.." Undertaker looked to Midian. "My baby girl's here tonight ok? Watch the profanity, son."
"Sorry Mark."
Eric smiled.
"Well you have a good time getting ready I'll go tell-- well hi Kane!"
Eric smiled bigger in an assholeish fashion as Kane showed up at the scene, standing right over him.
"What is it now, Eric...." Kane's cold voice uttered out.
"I was just fixin to find you and let you know, you and Midian are partners tonight."
"For what?"
"Against Flair and Orton, of course. You have a nice day now!"
Bischoff walked off and Kane turned, eyeing him as he went, then looked back at Undertaker, looking at his bandaged ribs.
"How are you feeling?..."
"I'm doin' good, bro. Don't worry."
Kane nodded and turned to notice Sara and the baby girl(anyone know her name?).
"Hi, Kane." Sara said happily.
"..Hi Sara.." Kane said flatly as usual.
He then turned to Dark Angel, wanting to ask her, herself about not meeting him at the parking lot but instead, didn't want to seem obsessed but he turned back to Undertaker.
"Big, Ministry stuff goin' on?"
"Well, we were gonna discussin whoopin the tar out o'Evolution but I guess Bischoff has it covered."
"Oh..right.."
"Ya alright Kane?" Undertaker asked.
"I'm fine..I'm just gonna..go hit the weights in my room. See ya at the ring, Midian...."
"Later, big guy." Midian said friendly.
With that, Kane turned and walked off, or more-so sulked off. Perhaps they didn't think he'd notice but he did notice--Midian and Dark Angel, holding hands. Maybe it wouldn't mean anything...if Kane didn't feel for her in the way he did. He had worked up courage since he lay in bed after their fun at the bar to ask her out. Now that it was obvious her and Midian were together, all plans there were ruined. He stepped into his locker room and closed the door, locking it and walked to the bench, setting some heavy weights on it and layed down, beginning to press, trying to get his thoughts off depression.
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Sara walked down the arena hallway, her boots clicking lightly on the floor. She left the baby with Undertaker as she told him she was going to get answers to something. Her question she wanted an answer to was Kane. She had watched how he walked off and could almost sense the depression inside of him. She reached Kane's dressing room door when she noticed she had been followed by a camer man. Politely, she turned to him before knocking.
"No camera, ok? This is personal."
The camera man gave a nod and merely kept the camera on her, long enough for fans watching to see her knock on the room door and then let herself in while calling softly to her brother-in-law.
"Kane?" She asked, looking around the dark room. "You in here?"
She felt around for a lightswitch. Found it. Clicked it on. Her heart almost sank when she saw Kane. He was in the corner, sitting on the benches, leaning down foward, with his arms rested on his knees. She heard him give a sniffle, but not look up at her, merely asking.
"Who is it?" His strong voice remained deep, but was now weak and broken. He was clearly crying.
Sara shut the door and slowly walked over to him, being cautious incase the sad act was a cover up for his recent utter rage.
"It's me, Sara...can we talk?"
"....Sure.."
She sat down beside him, resting her hands on her knees, looking at him and reached out with her hand for his chin to look into his eyes. He slowly looked at her, allowing the light to shine some under his towel. He was red and damp under the eyes, evidence to him crying. Her eyes sunk into a sad, show of pity for him.
"Heeeey." She said softly. "What's the matter?"
Kane turned his head away from her, freeing his chin from her gentle grip on his chin and sniffled again, wiping his nose with his gloved hand.
"Why don't girls like me, Sara?"
"What? What do you mean of course they like you, everyone does."
Kane shook his head and leaned up fully.
"No, Sara. I mean why don't they 'like' me?" Kane said, sticking the word 'like' out this time.
"Ohhhh. Well who do ya mean?"
Kane sighed and leaned forward again, turning his head to the side to look at her, seeing the care in her eyes.
"...Dark Angel...I've tried to show my feelings for her..and she goes and hooks up with Midian. I thought she cared...I thought she respected me!!!!"
Sara's heart began beating faster as she became nervous when Kane starts raising his voice. She swallowed deep and spoke again.
"She does Kane. She isn't trying to hurt you by doing this."
"Yes, she is!! She just wants to make fun of me!! Both of them! Her and Midian!"
"Kane.." Sara said, placing a hand on his back, to try and calm him down.
Kane jerked away from her and leaned in closer, letting her see the fire burning in his eyes.
"They don't know me, Sara...they don't know what I'm capable of. They think the hate in me...the anger in me, is gone. That's why they're trying me!!"
"Kane, no. Just calm down please." Sara said, her voice shaking. "Please. Think about the situation."
Kane sat there, eyeing her coldly, breathing heavily then returned to a full sitting position and stared ahead, then looked down, his breathing becoming softer and slower.
"I'll think about it..." Kane nodded. "But I got something to take care of tonight...I'll think of it later."
With that Kane dug into his locker and pulled out a red gift box and stood up from his bench, walking to his door and exited, ignoring the camera man who was up in his face and followed him on his way to the outside.
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Triple H stood in the ring, with his hair dripping wet, dampening his chest and shoulders as he paced around, wearing black tights as his music played on for a few more seconds, before coming to a stop. Only a second or two later, did the lights go out to the sound of a rock and roll drum intro, followed by the phenom's menacing voice booming over the speakers "Dead Man Walkin'!" followed by the lyrics, blending in with the southern rock beat. This cued the entrance of his opponent, who rode on his motorcycle, wearing his blue jeans, boots, gloves and one of his merchandise t-shirts with only the sleeves cut off. Perhaps, he intended to wear this one throughout the match? What for? Probably to hide his rib injury. That doesn't matter, Hunter thought, I'm gonna hit him there good anyway, he'll be begging for me to stop before I'm even half way through.
Undertaker raised his fist to the fans before mashing the pedal to his bike and rode down the ramp, circling the ring before he reached the end of the ramp again, and switched off the vehicle's ignition and dismounted, making his way up the steps, trying not to show the ache he was feeling in his ribs and entered the ring as smoothly as he could and began raising both arms for the fans, giving his charasmatic, yet deranged smile to them which always told them he was ready to kick some ass. His music stopped and he turned to his opponent, who had a million dollar on his face. Privatly, making sure even the referee couldn't hear as well as the fans in the front row, he exchanged words with Triple H as he pointed.
"Yer thinkin' these injuries, are gonna save you from an ass whoopin' son. You got another thing comin'."
"Bring it on, ya big dead biking bastard!" Triple H taunted as he smirked cruely. "I'm gonna finish what I started on Raw right here tonight."
"You little--" Undertaker said and began advancing towards Triple H, before the bell even rang.
Triple H started to also advance. Both men got only a single step towards the other before an explosion on the stage shattered the silence of the arena, drawing fans to roar with cheers. Triple H turned with a look of anger and annoyment, as Undertaker just turned curious and set his hands on his hips. As the heavy metal music of Finger Eleven played, both men watched the curtain part as the Undertaker's little..or rather, big, younger brother stepped out, carrying a red box in his hands. Undertaker curled up his mouth in a wondering fashion. Last time he saw Kane with a box like that, it had a can of gas in it and he set JR on fire. He knew JR was commentating again tonight. He could only hope that Kane wasn't still pissed and had come to finish the job.
Kane stepped through the curtains with the box and stood on the stage, staring down towards the ring at his brother and his opponent. He looked down at the red box in his hands and then turned to the commentator's table near the stage, where he noticed King and the returning JR, looking at him. He made no expression but he was happy inside. Mainly that JR hadn't pressed charges on him, so that he was able to consider this day. He walked to the steps and walked down, turning and walked to the commentator's table where the visitor's chair was and set the box on the table, taking a seat. He could hear Jerry babbling on about something but the fans drowned it out. He could hear alot better once he slid the headset on over his towel covered head.
"--can't believe this. Kane, what are you doing here?!" Jerry asked abruptly, in surprise as his music still played for a moment more.
"I'm not here to cause a rampage, King." Kane said and smirked to Jerry. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"Well then what are you here for?!" Jerry asked.
Kane turned to JR who he had yet to hear speak once he set put the headset on. The poor Oklahoma native had a look of utter worry on his face and he seemed to eye the red box, thinking back on the interview scene when he gave him a can of gas with the warning that he'd burn him to hell if he made fun of him. Quietly, he pushed the box with his gloved hand over to JR's side. The fear increased in the man's face.
"It's okay, JR..." Kane said calmly, watching him from under his towel. "Open it up."
JR gulped and reached out, setting the box in his lap and pulled the lid of the box off setting it aside and reached into the box. He was surprised at what he pulled out but it was a pleasant look. Kane only hoped it impressed him. It was a gift of something other wrestler's like Mankind and The Rock had done, and now he took a shot at it. In his hands, JR held a WWE Autobiography. Kane had titled it "Inside The Flame." and edited a picture of different shots of him in his costumes. The main photo under the title was of him and his towel, yet above him as a background was him in his debut gimmick when he had his beloved curtain of hair, and the two different gimmicks including the black, sleevless flame outfit, then the one where he had changed his mask. He urged JR to open the cover page where he had autographed it to him. JR smiled and looked up at him, curious though of what this meant. Kane, as if reading his mind, answered.
"I want to apologize for my actions during our interview. I know it's not the perfect way of showing it...but it's the least I could do." Kane said, unaware that the match was well underway by now.
"Well thank you Kane. You know I like a good book." JR said, very thankful. "And I do forgive you. I know you were angry at alot of things then, but you seem to have calmed down some and I'm proud of ya."
"Thank you JR. Since I joined up with my brother again, he's helped me regain the respect I had when I was with Rob. But I'm still facing problems." Kane said.
"Yeah, girl problems it seems." Jerry butted in. "You didn't seem too happy at the fact Dark Angel and Midian got something going on."
"What are you saying, King?" Kane looked at him as if daring him to say something that'd earn him an ass kicking.
"Well, are you jealous? I mean, the whole world's been watching to pay an awful lot of attention to Dark Angel since she first arrived here in the WWE."
"I really don't think it's any of your business, what I think of Dark Angel or Midian, King."
"Well, you're going into a tag-match with him tonight, do you think seeing Dark Angel, showing her new affection for him is gonna interfere with the fact you're partners not enemies?" Jerry, sticking his nose into Kane's business a little too far.
"I'm going to do one thing tonight and that's team up with Midian against our opponents, Flair and Orton. And King stay out of my business."
"Well I'm just sayin, Kane--"
"--Shut up!"
Kane almost yelled at Jerry before turning to watch the match finally, as JR steered the commentary back onto the action.
"Well, Kane I don't mean to interupt you straightening King out, but it looks like your brother's having it bad out there."
"Don't worry.." Kane said softly, in his dark fashion. "..He'll get back to his feet, sooner or later.."
Kane watched the superstars battle at ring side, turning his attention to the screen infront of him which allowed him to see from the camera's point of view. He watched Triple H deliver a series of blows to Undertaker's face, chest and most of all to his wounded gut area. He listened to Jerry babble on about Raw's cage match and how he didn't have any right to bust in and kick their asses. No right? Bullshit, Kane thought, if those two sons of bitches can help their team mate I can help my own damn brother. He glanced to the side some, pleased to notice JR was skimming through the book. He turned back to the screen now with a smile as Jerry seemed to be commentating all alone now. Kane watched as the Undertaker fought to his feet and managed to dodge a chair shot, and hit Triple H square in the kidney, then kept the upper hand going as he fought with the champion out into the crowd and into the backstage area. Kane once more reverted to the screen.
The two battled all the way out into the concession area. Undertaker mostly used just his body and the walls as a weapon, but Triple H got down and dirty, even using full bags of popcorn and hit him over the head, getting the salt and hot butter in his eyes. The remainder of the battle was there as Undertaker gained the upperhand again for only a short while, before Flair, Orton and even Shane jumped onto the scene and took advantage of the match stipulations and joined Triple H in beating the Undertaker down until he had began coughing blood again like on Raw that past monday. Triple H broke the attack off for a few seconds to talk some trash and get in a pin, and they continued their assault.
Both commentators were back on schedule now, arguing about the situation, JR saying it was haneous and Jerry ranting that Undertaker deserved it. Kane could hardly sit and watch a minute more before he spoke again after having not commentated for a few minutes.
"That's it..I'm not sitting through this.." He said, pulling the headset off and tossed it on the table.
"That's right Kane, go help him." JR said, cheering Kane on.
"Don't do it Kane, it's none of your business! Just stay out of it!" King yelled and even dared to stand up and grab Kane by the arm.
Kane's head snapped around and he struck King with a punch to the face, then grabbed him by the back of the head and tossed him off the commentator stand steps through a table that had coffee and doughnuts on it. He then stepped down from the stand and stormed his way towards the curtains that lead backstage and tore them out of his way, marching down a hall where he could see the beating taking place in the concession area. He could hear the fans screaming for Undertaker to get up and whoop all their asses, while some children cried for the Ministry. Kane, gritting his teeth picked up in a run towards the group, but just as he was nearing the end of the hall they saw him and scattered from the scene. After a moment of wondering why, the fans that watched the beating from just feet away, erupted into cheers when Kane appeared from the hallway, standing over his brother as he glared at the fleeing Evolution. He could feel Mark, touching at the shin of his boot. Looking down, he knelt down to one knee to check on him. He took his bloody hand in his, just as he heard the EMT's arrive. Kane lowered his head so they couldn't see the anger in his face, or he figured they might suggest security to come and take precautions.
"Kane, man. We need to look at him. Back up for a minute." And he felt an EMT's hand on his shoulder.
The hand to his shoulder set off the bomb ticking inside of him and he sprung to his feet, grabbing the EMT by the throat and drove his face into the wall. The fans only cheered more, while some laughed at the EMTs' misfortune. He heard the others, urging him to calm down and turned to them, with hatred in his eyes. He didn't get to tear Evolution apart, he thought, so why not bust up the EMTs? He grabbed another by the shirt and sent a hit to his face, then swung another into and over the counter where fans were getting their drinks and food. The two females backed up before he could get his hands on them so he turned and proceeded to stomp the shit out of the first EMT he got his hands on. He gave him some good stomps to the ribs and chest, and was about to drive the solid hard toe to his boot into his face when he felt himself grabbed around the waist, lifted and turned away where he saw Midian, Dark Angel and the APA watching him warily. He could only guess it was Viscera who had grabbed him. After a bit of struggling the big man let him down, and he turned, ripping a Summerslam advertisement off the wall and broke the glass frame against the wall, turining to them with the fire burning high inside of him.
"They're DEAD!!!!!" He yelled, thinking of Evolution.
They jumped at his shouting, before he turned to check on Undertaker before getting up and storming off to his locker room again, as a new set of EMTs arrived and assisted the Ministry in getting Undertaker into his locker room on a stretcher.
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Kane had shut himself in his locker room, locking the door and sliding one of the benches infront of it to prevent anyone getting inside. He was, meanwhile, over near his set of metal lockers, slamming his gloved hand against the metal so hard it began denting only after a few hits. His hand was throbbing but thanks to the glove he hadn't tore the skin open. He grabbed up a trash can filled with bottles and snack wrappings he had disposed of while waiting for his brother's match so he could go out, and heaved it like nothing across the room against the wall with a loud metallic crash and another when it hit the floor, a few of the contents spilling out onto the floor. He turned to a wooden closet and kicked it so hard his foot busted through it and he struggled to jerk it out, before he started beating on it, imagining it was Evolution and Shane, as the wood shattered underneath his heavy blows. Ignoring the splinters in his bare fist and poking into his glove he threw his back against the wall and slid down to a curled up position and ran his hands over his head, burying his face into his forearms and began slowly rocking back and forth, his shoulders shaking violently as the insecurity set in and his breaths became scared and nervous. The screaming voices had returned. He unleashed his fire on the EMTs right infront of those fans in the concession area, and they laughed at him. They think I'm a pathetic idiot now, he thought, they hate me again!!
A few minutes passed before he heard a knock on his door, and heard the door try to open. He looked up, through the towel and glared at the door. The knocking came again and this time the voice revealed who it was.
"Hey Kane, we're up in 2 minutes man." Midian, called from the other side of the door and knocked again. "Come on out..."
Kane did nothing, just buried his face again. There was another knock and he looked up, yelling to his tag partner for tonight.
"GO AWAY MIDIAN!!!!!"
"Look man, I know you're pissed off at Evolution." He heard Midian say, as if he could read his thoughts. "I am too, that's why I'm asking you, let's go have this match and give them the ass kicking of their lives.....C'mon man.."
"I'm....not....going...OUT THERE!!!!!"
Midian stood there, hands on his hips and sighed. Shit, he thought, what's it gonna take. He turned to Dark Angel who was with him but had yet to say anything.
"I don't think he's coming out, do you?"
"He'll come out, don't worry." Dark Angel said reassuringly.
"Midian!" Midian turned to see an official at the end of the hall. "C'mon man your music's playing. Let's go."
"Damn it." Midian said to himself and called through the door again. "Kane c'mon we're up!! I'll be waiting man!" He shook his head and made his way down the hall for the ring. Fuck, he thought, Mark said he was difficult but I didn't think this tough.
"Kane.." Dark Angel called softly to him. "It's me, hon."
"Don't call me that!!" He screamed from inside.
"Why not?" She asked confused. He always liked attention before, she wondered, why's he being like this.
"You know why!!!"
"Actually I don't." She said, being perfectly honest. "But I do know if you don't go out there, then Midian's gonna be forced to go two on one and then Eric's gonna bite your head off. Now I know you don't want that little weasel doing that." She smirked, almost laughing.
There was silence from inside for a moment before she heard the bench blocking the door, being pushed out of the way, then heard the lock clicking and the door opened. Light from outside, illuminating Kane as he stood in the dark room, peeking through the cracked opening.
"There ya are, big guy." She smiled adoringly. "C'mon now, we're up!" She said excited like then took off in a jog to catch up with Midian, meeting him just as he was reaching the curtain and they walked out together, recieving cheers at their appearance.
Kane stepped out into the hall and slowly closed the door. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself. They're right, he said mentally, I'm not gonna get revenge by sitting on my ass. He turned and made his way for the ring, down the hall. He reached the backstage area where some fans with backstage passes started cheering him and urging him to go kick some ass. From the corner of his eye, from under the towel he noticed one was wearing one of his older t-shirts while the other had the new Freaks Kick Ass shirt on, like the one he himself was wearing, only Kane had his fixed up like his big brother liked to wear his over his wifebeater on his way to the ring. His music was well underway by the time he stepped out from the curtains, just a few seconds before the singing part started up, and he walked down the ramp, towards his partner Midian, who had Dark Angel wrapping her arms around his waist. He shook his head some, trying to dismiss the fact she was outcasting him. Me and her are just good friends and they're something more, that's good, he thought. Reaching the ring, he slid in underneath the bottom ropes, like he had occasionally done if he wasn't stepping over the top one and got to his feet, in the middle of the ring, removing the towel from his head and did his fire bit, cueing the music to fade out and the lights to return to normal, where it then pulled his shirt off, now just in his one piece, black gear with the red straps, and handed the shirt and towel to a ringside assistant, returning to his and Midian's corner where he exchanged words with the smaller but still big superstar. Midian would be the starting man, they decided. Kane nodded in agreement and stepped over the top rope, standing on the apron as he took the tag line in his hand(the rope the wreslters have to hold to make the tag valid) and watched as Midian faced off against Randy Orton, sizing eachother up for awhile.
The match got off to a good start in Midian's favor. He was clearly too much for Randy Orton to get an upperhand on, having a height and weight advantage over the Legend Killer. Orton's session consisted of him being constantly punched, kicked, slammed an whipped around against the ropes and corners like a doll. It was more of a fight when he managed to tag in Flair who was wise enough to avoid Midian's most effective attacks. When the Ministry member got his hands on him however, he proceeded to beat him senseless before Flair scored a poke in the eyes when the referee couldn't quite see him. Midian stepped back, rubbing his eyes in irritation, giving Flair enough time to clothesline him and strut his stuff in his patented dance walk, followed by one of his loud "Whoo!" chants.
He turned and scooped Midian up, shoving him into the corner then whipped him around into the opposite corner, following close behind and collided with him, driving his back into the turnbuckle. Midian groaned out in pain as Flair let him walk from the corner, before he tagged Orton back in, then finished his assault with a bulldog takedown from behind, then moved out of the way, just in time for Randy Orton to come off the ropes and hit Midian with a leg drop. With another "Whoo!" Flair got out of the ring to his corner and gave a shit eating grin as he watched his partner, proceeded to beat Midian senseless all over the ring, even managing to scoop him up and give him a samoan drop. He then went for the first pin. 1..2.. but Midian managed a kickout just before 3. In disbelief, Orton got in the referees face and tried to convince him he counted Midian out and that they had won. With this distraction, Flair snuck in and proceeded to give Midian a secret stomping. Trying to rescue Midian, Kane attemped to enter the ring but the referee turned and stopped him, starting to chastize him for the attempt, while both Evolution members now began doing a double assault on his partner. As the referee turned back to the match, Flair had just gotten out of the ring leaving him oblivious as Orton walked around celebrating with a big smile. Once more he tagged Flair in who gave Midian a few stomps before turning his back to feel good about himself. As he was ranting on, as well as Orton was trying to get cheers from the booing fans, Midian weakly crawled towards his corner and managed to slap Kane's bare hand.
Like an erupting volcano, the fire inside him came alive and he stepped over the ropes, walking towards Flair. Orton, turning to see tried to cry out to his partner but he was too late as Kane spun Flair around and began delivering multiple chops and blows to Flair's face and throat. Whipping him against the ropes he tried for a clothesline, but Flair ducked. Shit, Kane thought as he turned around, thinking he'd lost him, but another idea came to mind. As Flair ricocheted off the ropes again and tried for his own clothesline, Kane raised up his boot, catching him in the face and knocked him silly. After beating him senseless, the referee put a stop to it, telling him to cool off, giving Flair enough time to tag in Orton, who merely got his own beating from Kane around the ring. After he'd given him a good deal of punishment, he heard a shriek from outside the ring. He spun around to see Midian not on the apron but barely moving on the end of the ramp, and Triple H gripping Dark Angel by the hair. Enraged, Kane stormed towards the ring as the referee tried to get rid of Triple H and get him to let her go, but before he could reach the ropes he felt a heavy blow strike him below the belt and he fell to his knees, then to his side. The referee continued to yell at Hunter as Orton covered him up for the pin. Only then, did Triple H shove Dark Angel and make his way up the ramp, thinking his team had the match won, but the delay of an immediate count from the ref, gave Kane time to recover by the time the referee turned his attention back. 1..2..Kane kicked out, sending Randy Orton beside him and sat up, turning to the younger superstar angrily, glaring with hatred at him. Rising to his feet, he straightened the glove on his hand and held the hand that wore it high in the air as Randy struggled to get to his feet. When he turned, Kane seized him by the throat, and was about to finish him off when he caught movement from the corner of his eye and saw Flair running at him. As the ref tried to block the Nature Boy, Kane shoved him out of the way and caught him by the throat, now holding both Evolution members, turning them so he could see Triple H on the ramp, he noticed him running towards the ring again and sliding inside. Annoyed, Kane threw the other two out of the way and caught the champ with a boot to the face, sending him rolling to the outside. Turning back to Orton and Flair, they came running at him going for a double clothesline, yet he easily caught them again by the throats and this time, scored the double chokeslam on them, then covered Randy up as the referee recovered from the shove and crawled over for the pin. 1..2..3!
Kane rose to his feet, allowing Orton to crawl out of the ring with Flair as Dark Angel got Midian safely away from Triple H and gave him a hug for their victory. Kane watched on in utter shock. How could she give him props when it was me who scored the win? He thought quietly. I just took out all three for god's sake! As Evolution retreated through the curtain, Kane made a storming exit, snatching his towel from the ringside assistant who gave to give it to him and stormed behind the ramp towards his locker room. He didn't care stop to recieve any congrats on his win. He stepped into his locker room and slid the bench in the way again, locking the door and started a second trashing spree as he threw whatever he hadn't yet, all over the room. As he finished he slumped down against the wall again, this time inside the closet where it was darkest and pulled the towel to totally cover his face and shook, hypervenatly. When the knocks from the Ministry came knocking on his door, asking if he was there he didn't answer until they figured he was gone already and then stormed out of his locker room, with the towel hooding his head again, random thoughts running through his head.
Why did Midian get credit for something he didn't do? Why did Dark Angel have to rub in his face, the fact she loved Midian, not him? Why couldn't she see his pain? Why?!?!?!
He continued asking himself such questions as he reached the parking lot where he saw the Ministry across the way, signing a couple autographs. This caused him to walk faster to his jeep and hopped in, hastily switching the engine on which drew their attention and they started to make their way towards him.
"Hey Kane, hold on a sec!" Dark Angel called to him. He ignored her.
"Bro!" He ignored the Undertaker.
Instead he mashed the gas pedal, turning out of the parking lot and then floored the pedal out of the open doors where drivers arrived and peeled out into the street, almost running a car off the road as he sped home, gritting his teeth in anger and rage. They were lying to him all along! Dark Angel, Midian. Both of them! Liars! They never cared for him! These thoughts ran through his head as he arrived home and walked in, slamming the door and stormed into his room, collapsing on the bed face down, breathing heavily, trying to dismiss the pain he felt inside his heart. First Chyna, then Tori, now Dark Angel. Three women who had shattered his heart. Why did he let this happen to himself? He couldn't show his weakness no more...Austin was right...he had to fully unleash that fire inside of him. He fell asleep, planning that night. When Raw came that monday, the Kane with a heart would be dead..and the monster from the flames would return...
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I hope you all like this chapter, and I'm sorry it took so long. I had some writer's block. I'll also be updating A Dream Come True in a short time, so do stay tuned! R/R on this chappie here, please?