A/n: And now for the Kane all Kaneanites have been waiting to see appear in
this story.
New Summary: Dark Angel has fallen in love with Midian. Has she rejected Kane? He sure thinks so, and he's gonna release his anger the way HE wants to. Can anyone stop him?
Disclaimer: I do not own any wrestlers in this story except for Dark Angel. All characters in here except for her are owned by the WWE.
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Chapter 6
JR/KING ************ "The first match here on RAW has become without a doubt, an electrifying contest!!" JR commentated loudly into the microphone of his headset. "Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner, versus Test! And the winner gets the manajory skills of the beautiful Stacy Keibler, and it looks like Scott Steiner has the upperhand!"
"Ya know somethin' JR I'll agree with you on this one." King said, watching his screen to get a closer view of the match. "I honestly think Stacy Keibler is happier with Scott Steiner than she was with Test. Of course she'd be happier with me I think but I guess Scott's the closest thing besides me, ya know what I mean?"
"Oh will you stop?" JR said, rolling his eyes, straightening his cowboy hat. He looked back at the screen. "Oh!!!" He cried out, almost as if he could feel Scott Steiner's pain as Test reversed and delivered a hard hip toss to his opponent. "Test with a hip toss on Big Poppa Pump, and now Test has the upperhand!"
"Oh no! Get up Scotty!" King cried out.
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THE MINISTRY ******************* Pacing around backstage with his hands on his hips, dressed once again in all black, with a large sleevless merchandise shirt of his, jeans, boots, gloves and his bandanna, Undertaker grew impatient. He wasn't up for action tonight but his services were required as he was a gaurdian now when not a wrestler. With him were the APA and Viscera, and then Sara with the baby.
"Where is he?" Undertaker said in a frustrated tone. "I know he's coming...he's supposed to meet here with us everytime!"
"Relax, man he's probably runnin' late." Bradshaw said, him and Ron Simmons dressed in identicle blue jeans, boots and APA shirts, with full black gloves on.
"He better be and better have not ditched." Undertaker said, hitting a wall after a bit, then groaned, putting a hand to his ribs. "Damn.."
"You okay man?" Viscera said, looking at Undertaker.
Mark nodded as he held his ribs. He was still feeling some aching from the outnumbering attack he suffered on SmackDown!
"I'm alright...Evolution just put me in a bad way is all." He responded and sat down on a table.
"Well, here's a doctor here to see you." Sara said humorously with a smile as she walked up and handed their daughter to him.
A smile cracked onto Undertaker's lips as he took his infant baby girl into his arms and set her on his lap, letting her grip his pinky as he kissed her hair. Just then he heard Sara gasp some and saw her step away. Looking up he saw Triple H along with his other two Evolution members.
"Heya Mark." Triple H said with a mischeivous smirk, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "I don't mean to interupt your fatherly time your oh so adorable little girl here, but I just wanted to say no hard feelings about Thursday, ya know? I mean it 'was' a no holds barred match so no DQ right?"
"Right Hunter...that all?" Undertaker said, wanting to get up and beat the hell out of all three of them, since they had one man more than them but he wouldn't even dream of endangering his wife of daughter.
"Ahh well there's one more thing." Triple H said and smiled. "See, I have no hard feelings on you, but as for that short fused, retard you call a brother. Tell him he better watch his back."
"Whoa whoa.." Ron Simmons stepped in. "Since when did Kane become any of y'alls concerns?"
"Allow me if I may, Hunter." Randy Orton stepped closer, speaking. "See we don't let things slide lightly. That little run in the french fried freak pulled last week on RAW is a big sign of disrespect to Evolution. That's what this Ministry's about right? Respect. So you know what I'm talking about."
Triple H let a smile creep across his face as he clapped at Randy's words, letting a laugh escape his lips.
"Oh my, Randy. I couldn't have said it better myself." Hunter looked back to the Ministry then to Undertaker himself. "Anyways you just give Kane that message...if you see him before we find him that is."
Triple H led the two off down the hall. Undertaker looked back down at his daughter just as Ric Flair jumped in his face.
"WHOO!"
The sound drew Undertaker's attention, and got a giggle out of the baby. Ric Flair smirked in return and followed his two partners. Undertaker frowned and looked back down at his daughter, speaking softly to her as he bounced her on his knee.
"You think he's funny? Huh? You think that idiot's funny?" He looked at her with a pretend look of disappointment, drawing a happy coo out of her. "Nah, I didn't think so." Then smirked and held her up against his chest, stroking her hair more.
"Hey 'Taker." The voice of Midian drew his attention behind him where he saw the superstar in his wrestling gear already, standing with Dark Angel in a black sports bra and short leather shorts, her pads and boots on, along with her gimmick makeup over her eyes. "Where's Kane?"
"I don't know, I'm still waiting for him." Undertaker said, about to turn back to his child again.
"Well his truck's here." Midian said, growing confused.
Undertaker snapped back.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, man."
Undertaker stood up and handed his daughter to Sara, then waved his hand for Viscera, Midian and Dark Angel to follow.
"C'mon guys, let's find him. Bradshaw, Ron, you two stay with Sara. I don't like Evolution snooping around with her here." Undertaker ordered then led the rest off down the hall Evolution first came from.
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KANE ********* Roaming the halls, he arrived earlier in his jeep yet took a different path, having heard the distant but obvious voices of the Ministry. He knew they'd stop him from what he was here to do so he couldn't let them know he was here. I already let Dark Angel take advantage of me...make fun of me... He thought, I'm gonna make sure I put everyone else in line before they start catching up on the idea.
Approaching the curtains he could hear a "We want puppies!" chant from the crowd. He assumed it was Scott vs Test for Stacy. What fun this will be! Kane said to himself. Reaching the curtains, the pyro exploded, dimming the lights to a demonic red as his music played, drawing the attention of both superstars and Stacy Keibler as he stepped out of the curtains. As he walked to the base of the ramp he heard JR screaming out questions of why he was out here. Well Jim you're about to have an answer! He muttered as he descended the ramp towards a confused Test, Scott and Stacy.
Reaching the ring he pulled up onto the apron and stood there to do his pyro blast trick instead of stepping inside for it. Afterwards, he entered over the top rope, lights still red and snatched the towel off his head and let it drop. Getting the hint, yet choosing a stupid answer, Test must have realized he was here for a fight and lunged forward for a punch. With hardly an effort, Kane caught him by the throat with his left hand, then caught Scott with his right as he lunged forward, hoping Test was distraction enough. Wrong move Scotty! Kane thought as he lifted both men up like nothing by the throats and slammed them onto the ring mat with thundering thuds. Scott groaned out in pain, rolling away from him as far as he could. Breathing heavily Kane reached down and scooped up Test by his short cut hair and stood him to his feet, before lifting him up and turned his body around, setting him on one shoulder before he got a good grip then set him up for the Tombstone. With a quick drop to his knees he made full contact with Test's head upon the mat, dropping his unconcious body as he rose to his feet, turning to Scott in the ring still who had a worried Stacy Keibler kneeling by him.
Kane's angry expression turned into an evil, sinister grin as he stepped over behind Stacy and grabbed her by the hair. Surprised she grabbed his wrist and cried out as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the center of the ring, then grabbed her by the throat, as he had another chokeslam in mind. Oh forget that I'll just get it over with. He thought and released her throat, quickly scooping her up, and turned her slender body upside down and gripped her around the waist. Turning some to make sure he had enough ring space, he dropped onto his knees, driving her head into the mat like he did Test and let her body fall limp before returning to his feet with a cold laughter and dropped his arms for his pyro. As it came he rolled over the top rope and landed perfectly on his feet, walking up the ramp.
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SCOTT STEINER ******************** What horse shit is this? Scott said as he recovered in time to see Kane rolling out of the ring, knowing it was obviously him that put Stacy on her back how she was. He held his back with his hand and turned to Lilian outside the ring and gestured with an arm to bring him a mic. Taking it in his hand he turned back to see Kane halfway up the ramp. Wincing again, he stood up and walked to the front of the ring.
"Hey! Kane!" He called out, getting no answer. "You son of a bitch, look at me!"
That drew the man's attention as he turned around, stopping in his tracks and looked at Scott. Rubbing the back of his head in pain he continued.
"What kinda man are you, you heartless bastard? Who do you think you are, coming out here, kicking my ass, kicking Test's ass even, for no reason? Huh? Then you go and tombstone my girlfriend? Nuh-uh. That ain't happening!" Scott paced around the ring, shaking his head in disbelief. "I tell you what, since you seem so pissed off and you're lookin' for a fight, I don't care if I've already had a match tonight, I want your ass in this ring, right here tonight asshole!"
He watched as Kane smiled and started nodding, shouting back to him. He could easily make out the words 'Alright! You're on!'
"You're up for that huh? Good! I'll see your ass in the ring later!" Scott said, throwing down the microphone and knelt down beside Stacy helping her recover. All seemed calm until an explosion came from each turnbuckle, startling him and he glared at Kane who was laughing hysterically as he paced backwards up the ramp.
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KANE ********* "Alright! You're on!" Kane shouted to Scott as he stood on the ramp.
"You're up for that huh? Good! I'll see your ass in the ring later!" Scott called back to him.'
An evil smile crept on his face as he dropped his arms down to start the explosions and his music. The sight of a strong superstar like Scott Steiner being startled from it brought out a dark hysterical laughter from him. He watched as his opponent for tonight glared at him and turned back to the ramp, walking up to the stage and stepped through the curtain, where he saw four members of the Ministry waiting for him. Undertaker, Viscera, Midian and Dark Angel. He noticed looks of confusion and disappointment on their faces as his brother began chastizing him.
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UNDERTAKER/KANE ****************** "Kane, what the hell was that?" Undertaker said.
"What?" His brother responded as if he didn't know what he was talking about.
"That out there!" Undertaker pointed towards through the curtain. "You tombstoning Stacy, and getting a fight with Scott is that what you were looking for?"
"No Mark!" Kane raised his voice. "That's not what I was looking for! But if Scott wants it, he'll get it!"
"Kane calm down.." Undertaker said, sensing the anger in his brother's voice.
Kane growled and kicked a chair over, getting in Undertaker's face.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Kane yelled. "You don't understand my pain! None of you do..." Kane said. "None of you!"
Kane took a few steps, beginning to walk off, stopping to look at the confused Dark Angel and sighed, storming off again towards his locker room, leaving them bewildered.
Undertaker watched Kane storm off and turn the corner, his hands on his hips as his mind was filled with confusion. I don't understand his pain? What pain? He was fine for the past couple weeks. What's with him now? He shook his head to clear his mind of the questions.
"Let's go. I'll talk to him later." He said and walked back for their recreation spot where the APA and Sara was waiting.
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KANE ******** He walked down the hall until he reached his dressing room and walked inside, shutting the door as he got only a few feet before he noticed a strange, foul aroma hit his nose. One he was all too familiar with. He looked around to see the walls, closet and locker was glistening with a wetness, then looked down at the carpet seeing most of it was soaked except for a big dry spot in the middle. Stepping over to the dry section he heard some movement in the closet, turning to see what it was. A figure stepped out of the shadows, a cruel smirk over their face.
"Hey there, Kane." Triple H said, stepping out of the closet. "Kinda funny smelling in here isn't it? Remind you of old memories?"
"What do you want Hunter?" Kane said, glaring at the champion.
"I was just wondering if you'd forgotten the rule of Evolution." Triple H started pacing around Kane. "No one, sticks their nose in Evolution's business."
"You listen to me Hunter. You--" Kane began to say before he went down from a heavy blow to the back of his head.
Kane hit the floor, holding his head as he heard movement behind him, coming out of the closet.
"WHOO!" The voice of Ric Flair hit his ears. "Yeah! You mess with Evolution, you pay the price! Hard time baby!"
"You screwed up our plans for the last time, Kane!" Triple H said. "Now you're gonna cook!"
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EVOLUTION ************ Triple H leaned over, above Kane.
"You screwed up our plans for the last time, Kane! Now you're gonna cook!"
Reaching down he picked Kane up by the shoulders, bracing his head between his legs and held onto his arms, letting his feet fall from under him and pedigreed Kane head first into the floor, then rose to his feet. Digging into his pants pocket for a book of matches.
"Let's go.." He said and followed Flair and Orton to the door.
Unlocking the door, Orton was the first out, then Flair. Triple H turned to Kane as he barely moved a smirked cruely, lighting up a match and ignited the rest of the matches.
"Ya know Kane I see you do this and I wonder why you smile. Now I know.." He laughed to himself. "It feels good to make your enemies burn in hell..so..burn in hell!"
He flicked his wrist, throwing the matches to the carpet, soaked in gasoline, the fire quickly spreading where the gasoline touched. Around the carpet, up the walls, igniting the wooden closet, eating away at the lumber, a glaze of flame growing over the metal locker as the temperature increased. Triple H turned, shutting the door and threw his arms over the shoulders of his two companions.
"Well boys, let's go celebrate.." He said with cold laughter.
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KANE ****** Coughing from the smoke getting in his lungs, the scent of burning wood and wall paint hit Kane's nose like a slap in the face. He wiped the sweat off of his face and looked up to see his locker room surrounded by hot, hungry flames. No! Kane cried mentally. Not again! Not again damn it! He curled away from the flames, coughing as he tried to stand to his feet, but found too much smoke had gotten into him and he could hardly breath. Weakened, he collapsed onto his stomach, giving a few last coughs as he began losing conciousness, his eyes drifting shut as the dry carpet began to ignite, and the flesh hungry flames came towards him.
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KANE/MINISTRY **************** Kane came to with the sound of a steady beeping to his ears. His eyes cracked open and he saw above him a white ceiling with a light shining down on him. He winced to get his eyes adjusted. Looking around he saw white walls, and a heart monitor. What the fuck? Kane thought, trying to call out when he realized he had an oxygen mask over his face. Reaching up to take it off, he stopped short when pain shot through his arm and he noticed bandaging on his upper bicept, and an IV stuck in his arm. A hospital..Kane dropped his head back on the pillow, laying in the hospital bed in an appropriate gown with a blanket over him from the waist down.
He heard the door open and turned his head, narrowing his cold eyes when the doctor came in, yet almost softened up when he saw his brother and company follow in after.
"Hey Kane." The doctor said. "How are you feeling?" He did a quick check of the monitor and removed his oxygen mask.
"Why am I here?" Kane said angrily.
"Your brother here came to see you in your dressing room and saw the smoke from the fire coming from under the door. He saved your life." The doctor said, thinking Kane would take it lightly.
"I...do not...like...hospitals!" Kane growled and sat up halfway before the doctor put a hand on his chest.
"Please relax. Now you have a concussion to the head and minor burns on your upper arm. They'll heal without scarring." The doctor remained calm.
"Kane calm down, bro." Undertaker said, hating to see his brother angry at people trying to help him. "We're here to help ya."
"Then help me out of this bed and into my clothes so I can leave!!"
"Now Kane, I'm sorry but you'll have to remain here until you're fully recovered. Maybe in about a week--" The doctor started to say.
Kane jerked his other arm up and slammed the back of his fist into the doctor's nose, dropping him on the floor with a thud. Sitting up he looked at the IV, pulling it out of his arm and winced as blood trickled out of the small hole. No matter. He'd had worse and walked away happy as a dove. Getting out of the bed without any restraints from his brother or the ministry he heard the doctor groan into his radio.
"Security. Room #8! Patient is up and resisting orders with violent behavior!"
"Kane, they're gonna come in here and whip you like a convict if you don't get back in that bed." Bradshaw tried to assure Kane.
"Let 'em try!" Kane said and walked out of the room, in gown and boxers, barefoot, looking around.
"Hey check it out! Kane's up!" He heard a few happy fans say.
"Hold it right there!" He then turned to see four security officers approaching.
Kane turned to them with a glare, and as one reached out to take his wrist to restrain him, grabbed him by the arm and whipped him into the wall, face first.
"Hold it!" Another officer yelled.
Kane turned to see his tazer out and ready to fire. Just as he mashed the trigger, Kane sidestepped watching the probes hit the wall, then grabbed the man by the shirt and threw him into an oncoming tray cart, knocking it over and spilling the food onto the floor. Turning back a third officer hit him square in the jaw, leaving him wide eyed, only to respond with an angry thrust to the throat. As he leaned back against the counter, Kane caught the fourth officerl ooking at movement behind him. Kane figured it was the officer going for his tazer gun again. He grabbed the officer and spun around as the probes hit him in the back, lighting him up. Filled with fear the officer dropped his tazer gun and let out a cry of horror as Kane launched towards him and clotheslined him to the floor as hard as he could. He then heard groaning behind him and looked to the first officer he attacked, walking over and grabbed his tazer gun out of his hand, aimed and fire it into his chest, letting him twitch some until he felt a sting and shock hit him in the back, filling up his body. He dropped the gun and went down to his knees, then down on his stomach.
The officer who suffered the throat thrust threw down the tazer gun and held his throat, coughing.
Undertaker stood in the doorway, with his hands on his hips, shaking his head some and approached the scene as the officer began to cuff his brother. Before he could get the first cuff on, he grabbed him by back of the shirt and jerked him up, giving a nicely aimed punch right for his face, knocking the scrawny man back, before turning to Kane and knelt down, scooping him up.
"Vis, help me get him back in bed." He called to Viscera who politely obeyed.
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DARK ANGEL ************* She watched from the saftey of behind the Undertaker as Kane resisted restraing successfully against the officers until he took his eyes off the one officer he left well enough to taze him. Fearing he'd be taken off but to her relief, Undertaker stepped in to prevent that, and socked the officer acrossed the room then called Viscera to help Kane into his bed.
Crossing her arms over her exposed stomach she stepped beside the bed and looked down at him as Undertaker pulled the blanket over him.
"Well let's go. I guess he'll be alright." Undertaker said, turning to leave.
"I'm gonna stick around here guys. Keep an eye on him." She said, sitting in the chair.
"Alright then." Undertaker said and walked out, followed by APA and Viscera.
"You want me to stick around to drive you home?" She heard Midian say.
"Oh no, I'm alright." She smiled softly. "I'll call for a cab."
"Well...alright then." Midian said, eyeing Kane and walked out, closing the door.
Alone now, she turned to Kane, smiling again as she stroked his thin layer of dark brown stubbly hair on his head, caringly. She hated to see him restrained so violently. And she didn't want to admit it but maybe, she thought to herself, house arrest in shackles is for your own good. Stroking his cheek, she leaned back.
"Poor baby." She said softly, as if he could hear her in his unconcious state. "You just want someone to understand you. I know you don't think so but I do." She leaned forward again, kissing his forehead softly and whispered into his ear. "You just need to see it."
She leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms, watching him with tender care, the whole night..trying to understand why he had suddenly become so violent...
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Whoo fun stuff! ^.^ I hope everyone liked that. Thanks alot once again to Ellectra for helping me get through this chapter. Please R/R and I'll have Chapter 7 up a.s.a.p!
P.S: Takersdarkone, what did you mean in the review for Ch.5 when you said not to make Dark Angel like Torrie?
New Summary: Dark Angel has fallen in love with Midian. Has she rejected Kane? He sure thinks so, and he's gonna release his anger the way HE wants to. Can anyone stop him?
Disclaimer: I do not own any wrestlers in this story except for Dark Angel. All characters in here except for her are owned by the WWE.
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Chapter 6
JR/KING ************ "The first match here on RAW has become without a doubt, an electrifying contest!!" JR commentated loudly into the microphone of his headset. "Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner, versus Test! And the winner gets the manajory skills of the beautiful Stacy Keibler, and it looks like Scott Steiner has the upperhand!"
"Ya know somethin' JR I'll agree with you on this one." King said, watching his screen to get a closer view of the match. "I honestly think Stacy Keibler is happier with Scott Steiner than she was with Test. Of course she'd be happier with me I think but I guess Scott's the closest thing besides me, ya know what I mean?"
"Oh will you stop?" JR said, rolling his eyes, straightening his cowboy hat. He looked back at the screen. "Oh!!!" He cried out, almost as if he could feel Scott Steiner's pain as Test reversed and delivered a hard hip toss to his opponent. "Test with a hip toss on Big Poppa Pump, and now Test has the upperhand!"
"Oh no! Get up Scotty!" King cried out.
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THE MINISTRY ******************* Pacing around backstage with his hands on his hips, dressed once again in all black, with a large sleevless merchandise shirt of his, jeans, boots, gloves and his bandanna, Undertaker grew impatient. He wasn't up for action tonight but his services were required as he was a gaurdian now when not a wrestler. With him were the APA and Viscera, and then Sara with the baby.
"Where is he?" Undertaker said in a frustrated tone. "I know he's coming...he's supposed to meet here with us everytime!"
"Relax, man he's probably runnin' late." Bradshaw said, him and Ron Simmons dressed in identicle blue jeans, boots and APA shirts, with full black gloves on.
"He better be and better have not ditched." Undertaker said, hitting a wall after a bit, then groaned, putting a hand to his ribs. "Damn.."
"You okay man?" Viscera said, looking at Undertaker.
Mark nodded as he held his ribs. He was still feeling some aching from the outnumbering attack he suffered on SmackDown!
"I'm alright...Evolution just put me in a bad way is all." He responded and sat down on a table.
"Well, here's a doctor here to see you." Sara said humorously with a smile as she walked up and handed their daughter to him.
A smile cracked onto Undertaker's lips as he took his infant baby girl into his arms and set her on his lap, letting her grip his pinky as he kissed her hair. Just then he heard Sara gasp some and saw her step away. Looking up he saw Triple H along with his other two Evolution members.
"Heya Mark." Triple H said with a mischeivous smirk, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "I don't mean to interupt your fatherly time your oh so adorable little girl here, but I just wanted to say no hard feelings about Thursday, ya know? I mean it 'was' a no holds barred match so no DQ right?"
"Right Hunter...that all?" Undertaker said, wanting to get up and beat the hell out of all three of them, since they had one man more than them but he wouldn't even dream of endangering his wife of daughter.
"Ahh well there's one more thing." Triple H said and smiled. "See, I have no hard feelings on you, but as for that short fused, retard you call a brother. Tell him he better watch his back."
"Whoa whoa.." Ron Simmons stepped in. "Since when did Kane become any of y'alls concerns?"
"Allow me if I may, Hunter." Randy Orton stepped closer, speaking. "See we don't let things slide lightly. That little run in the french fried freak pulled last week on RAW is a big sign of disrespect to Evolution. That's what this Ministry's about right? Respect. So you know what I'm talking about."
Triple H let a smile creep across his face as he clapped at Randy's words, letting a laugh escape his lips.
"Oh my, Randy. I couldn't have said it better myself." Hunter looked back to the Ministry then to Undertaker himself. "Anyways you just give Kane that message...if you see him before we find him that is."
Triple H led the two off down the hall. Undertaker looked back down at his daughter just as Ric Flair jumped in his face.
"WHOO!"
The sound drew Undertaker's attention, and got a giggle out of the baby. Ric Flair smirked in return and followed his two partners. Undertaker frowned and looked back down at his daughter, speaking softly to her as he bounced her on his knee.
"You think he's funny? Huh? You think that idiot's funny?" He looked at her with a pretend look of disappointment, drawing a happy coo out of her. "Nah, I didn't think so." Then smirked and held her up against his chest, stroking her hair more.
"Hey 'Taker." The voice of Midian drew his attention behind him where he saw the superstar in his wrestling gear already, standing with Dark Angel in a black sports bra and short leather shorts, her pads and boots on, along with her gimmick makeup over her eyes. "Where's Kane?"
"I don't know, I'm still waiting for him." Undertaker said, about to turn back to his child again.
"Well his truck's here." Midian said, growing confused.
Undertaker snapped back.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, man."
Undertaker stood up and handed his daughter to Sara, then waved his hand for Viscera, Midian and Dark Angel to follow.
"C'mon guys, let's find him. Bradshaw, Ron, you two stay with Sara. I don't like Evolution snooping around with her here." Undertaker ordered then led the rest off down the hall Evolution first came from.
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KANE ********* Roaming the halls, he arrived earlier in his jeep yet took a different path, having heard the distant but obvious voices of the Ministry. He knew they'd stop him from what he was here to do so he couldn't let them know he was here. I already let Dark Angel take advantage of me...make fun of me... He thought, I'm gonna make sure I put everyone else in line before they start catching up on the idea.
Approaching the curtains he could hear a "We want puppies!" chant from the crowd. He assumed it was Scott vs Test for Stacy. What fun this will be! Kane said to himself. Reaching the curtains, the pyro exploded, dimming the lights to a demonic red as his music played, drawing the attention of both superstars and Stacy Keibler as he stepped out of the curtains. As he walked to the base of the ramp he heard JR screaming out questions of why he was out here. Well Jim you're about to have an answer! He muttered as he descended the ramp towards a confused Test, Scott and Stacy.
Reaching the ring he pulled up onto the apron and stood there to do his pyro blast trick instead of stepping inside for it. Afterwards, he entered over the top rope, lights still red and snatched the towel off his head and let it drop. Getting the hint, yet choosing a stupid answer, Test must have realized he was here for a fight and lunged forward for a punch. With hardly an effort, Kane caught him by the throat with his left hand, then caught Scott with his right as he lunged forward, hoping Test was distraction enough. Wrong move Scotty! Kane thought as he lifted both men up like nothing by the throats and slammed them onto the ring mat with thundering thuds. Scott groaned out in pain, rolling away from him as far as he could. Breathing heavily Kane reached down and scooped up Test by his short cut hair and stood him to his feet, before lifting him up and turned his body around, setting him on one shoulder before he got a good grip then set him up for the Tombstone. With a quick drop to his knees he made full contact with Test's head upon the mat, dropping his unconcious body as he rose to his feet, turning to Scott in the ring still who had a worried Stacy Keibler kneeling by him.
Kane's angry expression turned into an evil, sinister grin as he stepped over behind Stacy and grabbed her by the hair. Surprised she grabbed his wrist and cried out as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the center of the ring, then grabbed her by the throat, as he had another chokeslam in mind. Oh forget that I'll just get it over with. He thought and released her throat, quickly scooping her up, and turned her slender body upside down and gripped her around the waist. Turning some to make sure he had enough ring space, he dropped onto his knees, driving her head into the mat like he did Test and let her body fall limp before returning to his feet with a cold laughter and dropped his arms for his pyro. As it came he rolled over the top rope and landed perfectly on his feet, walking up the ramp.
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SCOTT STEINER ******************** What horse shit is this? Scott said as he recovered in time to see Kane rolling out of the ring, knowing it was obviously him that put Stacy on her back how she was. He held his back with his hand and turned to Lilian outside the ring and gestured with an arm to bring him a mic. Taking it in his hand he turned back to see Kane halfway up the ramp. Wincing again, he stood up and walked to the front of the ring.
"Hey! Kane!" He called out, getting no answer. "You son of a bitch, look at me!"
That drew the man's attention as he turned around, stopping in his tracks and looked at Scott. Rubbing the back of his head in pain he continued.
"What kinda man are you, you heartless bastard? Who do you think you are, coming out here, kicking my ass, kicking Test's ass even, for no reason? Huh? Then you go and tombstone my girlfriend? Nuh-uh. That ain't happening!" Scott paced around the ring, shaking his head in disbelief. "I tell you what, since you seem so pissed off and you're lookin' for a fight, I don't care if I've already had a match tonight, I want your ass in this ring, right here tonight asshole!"
He watched as Kane smiled and started nodding, shouting back to him. He could easily make out the words 'Alright! You're on!'
"You're up for that huh? Good! I'll see your ass in the ring later!" Scott said, throwing down the microphone and knelt down beside Stacy helping her recover. All seemed calm until an explosion came from each turnbuckle, startling him and he glared at Kane who was laughing hysterically as he paced backwards up the ramp.
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KANE ********* "Alright! You're on!" Kane shouted to Scott as he stood on the ramp.
"You're up for that huh? Good! I'll see your ass in the ring later!" Scott called back to him.'
An evil smile crept on his face as he dropped his arms down to start the explosions and his music. The sight of a strong superstar like Scott Steiner being startled from it brought out a dark hysterical laughter from him. He watched as his opponent for tonight glared at him and turned back to the ramp, walking up to the stage and stepped through the curtain, where he saw four members of the Ministry waiting for him. Undertaker, Viscera, Midian and Dark Angel. He noticed looks of confusion and disappointment on their faces as his brother began chastizing him.
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UNDERTAKER/KANE ****************** "Kane, what the hell was that?" Undertaker said.
"What?" His brother responded as if he didn't know what he was talking about.
"That out there!" Undertaker pointed towards through the curtain. "You tombstoning Stacy, and getting a fight with Scott is that what you were looking for?"
"No Mark!" Kane raised his voice. "That's not what I was looking for! But if Scott wants it, he'll get it!"
"Kane calm down.." Undertaker said, sensing the anger in his brother's voice.
Kane growled and kicked a chair over, getting in Undertaker's face.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Kane yelled. "You don't understand my pain! None of you do..." Kane said. "None of you!"
Kane took a few steps, beginning to walk off, stopping to look at the confused Dark Angel and sighed, storming off again towards his locker room, leaving them bewildered.
Undertaker watched Kane storm off and turn the corner, his hands on his hips as his mind was filled with confusion. I don't understand his pain? What pain? He was fine for the past couple weeks. What's with him now? He shook his head to clear his mind of the questions.
"Let's go. I'll talk to him later." He said and walked back for their recreation spot where the APA and Sara was waiting.
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KANE ******** He walked down the hall until he reached his dressing room and walked inside, shutting the door as he got only a few feet before he noticed a strange, foul aroma hit his nose. One he was all too familiar with. He looked around to see the walls, closet and locker was glistening with a wetness, then looked down at the carpet seeing most of it was soaked except for a big dry spot in the middle. Stepping over to the dry section he heard some movement in the closet, turning to see what it was. A figure stepped out of the shadows, a cruel smirk over their face.
"Hey there, Kane." Triple H said, stepping out of the closet. "Kinda funny smelling in here isn't it? Remind you of old memories?"
"What do you want Hunter?" Kane said, glaring at the champion.
"I was just wondering if you'd forgotten the rule of Evolution." Triple H started pacing around Kane. "No one, sticks their nose in Evolution's business."
"You listen to me Hunter. You--" Kane began to say before he went down from a heavy blow to the back of his head.
Kane hit the floor, holding his head as he heard movement behind him, coming out of the closet.
"WHOO!" The voice of Ric Flair hit his ears. "Yeah! You mess with Evolution, you pay the price! Hard time baby!"
"You screwed up our plans for the last time, Kane!" Triple H said. "Now you're gonna cook!"
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EVOLUTION ************ Triple H leaned over, above Kane.
"You screwed up our plans for the last time, Kane! Now you're gonna cook!"
Reaching down he picked Kane up by the shoulders, bracing his head between his legs and held onto his arms, letting his feet fall from under him and pedigreed Kane head first into the floor, then rose to his feet. Digging into his pants pocket for a book of matches.
"Let's go.." He said and followed Flair and Orton to the door.
Unlocking the door, Orton was the first out, then Flair. Triple H turned to Kane as he barely moved a smirked cruely, lighting up a match and ignited the rest of the matches.
"Ya know Kane I see you do this and I wonder why you smile. Now I know.." He laughed to himself. "It feels good to make your enemies burn in hell..so..burn in hell!"
He flicked his wrist, throwing the matches to the carpet, soaked in gasoline, the fire quickly spreading where the gasoline touched. Around the carpet, up the walls, igniting the wooden closet, eating away at the lumber, a glaze of flame growing over the metal locker as the temperature increased. Triple H turned, shutting the door and threw his arms over the shoulders of his two companions.
"Well boys, let's go celebrate.." He said with cold laughter.
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KANE ****** Coughing from the smoke getting in his lungs, the scent of burning wood and wall paint hit Kane's nose like a slap in the face. He wiped the sweat off of his face and looked up to see his locker room surrounded by hot, hungry flames. No! Kane cried mentally. Not again! Not again damn it! He curled away from the flames, coughing as he tried to stand to his feet, but found too much smoke had gotten into him and he could hardly breath. Weakened, he collapsed onto his stomach, giving a few last coughs as he began losing conciousness, his eyes drifting shut as the dry carpet began to ignite, and the flesh hungry flames came towards him.
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KANE/MINISTRY **************** Kane came to with the sound of a steady beeping to his ears. His eyes cracked open and he saw above him a white ceiling with a light shining down on him. He winced to get his eyes adjusted. Looking around he saw white walls, and a heart monitor. What the fuck? Kane thought, trying to call out when he realized he had an oxygen mask over his face. Reaching up to take it off, he stopped short when pain shot through his arm and he noticed bandaging on his upper bicept, and an IV stuck in his arm. A hospital..Kane dropped his head back on the pillow, laying in the hospital bed in an appropriate gown with a blanket over him from the waist down.
He heard the door open and turned his head, narrowing his cold eyes when the doctor came in, yet almost softened up when he saw his brother and company follow in after.
"Hey Kane." The doctor said. "How are you feeling?" He did a quick check of the monitor and removed his oxygen mask.
"Why am I here?" Kane said angrily.
"Your brother here came to see you in your dressing room and saw the smoke from the fire coming from under the door. He saved your life." The doctor said, thinking Kane would take it lightly.
"I...do not...like...hospitals!" Kane growled and sat up halfway before the doctor put a hand on his chest.
"Please relax. Now you have a concussion to the head and minor burns on your upper arm. They'll heal without scarring." The doctor remained calm.
"Kane calm down, bro." Undertaker said, hating to see his brother angry at people trying to help him. "We're here to help ya."
"Then help me out of this bed and into my clothes so I can leave!!"
"Now Kane, I'm sorry but you'll have to remain here until you're fully recovered. Maybe in about a week--" The doctor started to say.
Kane jerked his other arm up and slammed the back of his fist into the doctor's nose, dropping him on the floor with a thud. Sitting up he looked at the IV, pulling it out of his arm and winced as blood trickled out of the small hole. No matter. He'd had worse and walked away happy as a dove. Getting out of the bed without any restraints from his brother or the ministry he heard the doctor groan into his radio.
"Security. Room #8! Patient is up and resisting orders with violent behavior!"
"Kane, they're gonna come in here and whip you like a convict if you don't get back in that bed." Bradshaw tried to assure Kane.
"Let 'em try!" Kane said and walked out of the room, in gown and boxers, barefoot, looking around.
"Hey check it out! Kane's up!" He heard a few happy fans say.
"Hold it right there!" He then turned to see four security officers approaching.
Kane turned to them with a glare, and as one reached out to take his wrist to restrain him, grabbed him by the arm and whipped him into the wall, face first.
"Hold it!" Another officer yelled.
Kane turned to see his tazer out and ready to fire. Just as he mashed the trigger, Kane sidestepped watching the probes hit the wall, then grabbed the man by the shirt and threw him into an oncoming tray cart, knocking it over and spilling the food onto the floor. Turning back a third officer hit him square in the jaw, leaving him wide eyed, only to respond with an angry thrust to the throat. As he leaned back against the counter, Kane caught the fourth officerl ooking at movement behind him. Kane figured it was the officer going for his tazer gun again. He grabbed the officer and spun around as the probes hit him in the back, lighting him up. Filled with fear the officer dropped his tazer gun and let out a cry of horror as Kane launched towards him and clotheslined him to the floor as hard as he could. He then heard groaning behind him and looked to the first officer he attacked, walking over and grabbed his tazer gun out of his hand, aimed and fire it into his chest, letting him twitch some until he felt a sting and shock hit him in the back, filling up his body. He dropped the gun and went down to his knees, then down on his stomach.
The officer who suffered the throat thrust threw down the tazer gun and held his throat, coughing.
Undertaker stood in the doorway, with his hands on his hips, shaking his head some and approached the scene as the officer began to cuff his brother. Before he could get the first cuff on, he grabbed him by back of the shirt and jerked him up, giving a nicely aimed punch right for his face, knocking the scrawny man back, before turning to Kane and knelt down, scooping him up.
"Vis, help me get him back in bed." He called to Viscera who politely obeyed.
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DARK ANGEL ************* She watched from the saftey of behind the Undertaker as Kane resisted restraing successfully against the officers until he took his eyes off the one officer he left well enough to taze him. Fearing he'd be taken off but to her relief, Undertaker stepped in to prevent that, and socked the officer acrossed the room then called Viscera to help Kane into his bed.
Crossing her arms over her exposed stomach she stepped beside the bed and looked down at him as Undertaker pulled the blanket over him.
"Well let's go. I guess he'll be alright." Undertaker said, turning to leave.
"I'm gonna stick around here guys. Keep an eye on him." She said, sitting in the chair.
"Alright then." Undertaker said and walked out, followed by APA and Viscera.
"You want me to stick around to drive you home?" She heard Midian say.
"Oh no, I'm alright." She smiled softly. "I'll call for a cab."
"Well...alright then." Midian said, eyeing Kane and walked out, closing the door.
Alone now, she turned to Kane, smiling again as she stroked his thin layer of dark brown stubbly hair on his head, caringly. She hated to see him restrained so violently. And she didn't want to admit it but maybe, she thought to herself, house arrest in shackles is for your own good. Stroking his cheek, she leaned back.
"Poor baby." She said softly, as if he could hear her in his unconcious state. "You just want someone to understand you. I know you don't think so but I do." She leaned forward again, kissing his forehead softly and whispered into his ear. "You just need to see it."
She leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms, watching him with tender care, the whole night..trying to understand why he had suddenly become so violent...
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Whoo fun stuff! ^.^ I hope everyone liked that. Thanks alot once again to Ellectra for helping me get through this chapter. Please R/R and I'll have Chapter 7 up a.s.a.p!
P.S: Takersdarkone, what did you mean in the review for Ch.5 when you said not to make Dark Angel like Torrie?