Rob held onto Kane tightly in the ring, they had just successfully
defended the tag titles against Chief Morley and Lance Storm in the
rematch. Kane picked the titles up and gave Rob his, still latching onto
the big red machine Kane smiled down at him.
"Great match RVD"
"You to BRM" Kane shook his head while Rob looked at him with a cheesy grin on his face. The crowd went nuts, cheering for the champions while they walked to the back. The sweat dripping from Rob, he wiped his brow not noticing the five-time wcw champion sitting on a box waiting for them.
"Hey guys, listen, there's a new bar that's just opened why don't the two of you, get changed and celebrate there?"
Rob and Kane looked at each other, they shrugged then turned back to Booker. "Sure, good idea"
"But Kane, can Rob catch up with you? I need to speak to him." Kane nodded and left the two to talk.
* The nature boy sure could pack a punch. Coach sat himself up against the cold wall in the locker room of the raw champion. Ric ran his knuckles under some cold water, before turning his attention back to the interviewer. "Rob will be in his locker room now, getting ready but Kane's told me to tell him he aint feeling well, so he won't be going out tonight. Only I can't see, I'm a real busy person. So I need you to tell him that, pronto! Wooo! Now go, get out" Ric picked up Coach by his shirt then threw him out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Coach stood up shakily to his feet, he rubbed his head of the blood carefully not to open the cut anymore before heading to see RVD"
* Sighing he looked at his wristwatch, 9:15, he'd been waiting almost an hour. Very angry and slightly drunk he stood to leave but a hand was placed on his shoulder. Triple H put his title belt on the table then looked at Kane's empty glass. "Need another? You look like you could use it" Hunter walked to the bar as Kane watched, confused at Triple H's actions. This is the man who accused him of necrophilia, why was he being so nice? Kane didn't know whether to stay or to just go, he ran his fingers through his long hair before looking away from Hunter to the title lying next to his own tag title. "Thanks." Hunter said to the bartender, he looked around curiously no one was watching and most importantly Kane wasn't looking either. He slipped to white tablets into one of the glasses before sitting back down next to a very suspicious Kane.
* A black antique clock chimed Midnight in the five star hotel room. His tears had not dried as he squished the pillow closer to his chest. "He probably had a reasonable explanation for cancelling the drink, like coach said; he said he was feeling sick. Why though? Why couldn't he phone me himself, or tell me to my face? He didn't have to get coach to tell me! Damn it!" Throwing the pillow at the table by the TV set a crystal pink vase shattered and sprinkled its tiny pieces of crystal teardrops onto the floor. Rob defiantly wasn't feeling cool, his feelings were distraught and his mind was running erratically around in circles. "That's it! I don't care if he's feeling sick I am going to his room and he can explain the real reason why he didn't tell me himself."
* Kurt wrapped his fingers through his hair, as the two of them gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. They always did this no matter what hotel they were in they'd sit in the lobby till midnight then retreat back to their rooms. Taker pulled his head away from the Olympic gold medallists chest and looked up a questioning look was in his emerald eyes. "Hey, did that son of a bitch just walk in here with my Kane?" Kurt nodded, he looked at his boyfriend curiously. "Do you mind if I go check it out?"
"No no, I'll be in our room" He winked when they went their separate ways. He walked slowly; he heard Hunter's voice. "You're so beautiful Kane." Mark's eyes widened. The door was unlocked so he carefully crept in, he watched as Triple H gripped tightly to Kane, kissing him with a passion so full of sex and lust. It was Undertaker needed; the fury inside him was so high it was unbelievable. He approached them quietly, and then struck. He pushed his brother to the floor startling The Game.
His eyes burnt into his skin like scolding water. Unjust thoughts plagued his mind while his attention focused on the body of his younger sibling. His raged filled gaze fixated on the man he'd caught in a passionate embracing kiss with forbidden territory. Cowering on the chair in the corner, completely forgetting he was suppose to be the toughest son bitch on raw, he was desperate to regain composure and help the Kane back to his feet. Stirring movements from the big red machine made him feel more confident to move near him. Looking at the tall man stood menacingly made an exasperated sigh escape the mousy blonde haired mans lips. Standing shakily to his feet he refrained himself from purposely looking at the brother of his love. Gingerly, he edged closer to the big red machine. As if at the speed of light, Undertaker locked his grasp tight around his brother's wrist and heaved him up to his feet. Kane struggled but was no match, the drugs had got a hold of Kane's whole being and was unable to pull away.
"Mark get off me" Undertaker's eyes snapped wide open and stared at Kane. Kane's eyes were clouded and weren't focusing very well; his voice seemed slightly slurred.
"You've got him pissed senseless. Oh now it makes sense. Kane doesn't want to have anything to do with you!"
"Well it didn't seem that way did it huh? He was enjoying that kiss just as much as I was"
"Don't you mean the drink was, Kane wouldn't touch you boy if he was paid millions" Hunter's breathing deepened with his rage boiling over profusely. Kane wriggled out of Takers grasp and shot for the door, as he opened it he looked at the two men arguing about him. "I am here you know...it's not like I'm dead!" He left the room heading for his own. Falling against his door he slid down and sat on the floor, looking at his hands in front of him they were blurry and moving even though he was positive he'd kept them still. An uneasy feeling encircled his stomach as he fumbled for his room key.
Rob left his own room and breathed deeply walking down the corridor but he suddenly stopped dead. Squinting he frowned then tilted his head to the right. His gasp was loud as he saw Kane lying on the floor outside his door. "Kane!"
"You to BRM" Kane shook his head while Rob looked at him with a cheesy grin on his face. The crowd went nuts, cheering for the champions while they walked to the back. The sweat dripping from Rob, he wiped his brow not noticing the five-time wcw champion sitting on a box waiting for them.
"Hey guys, listen, there's a new bar that's just opened why don't the two of you, get changed and celebrate there?"
Rob and Kane looked at each other, they shrugged then turned back to Booker. "Sure, good idea"
"But Kane, can Rob catch up with you? I need to speak to him." Kane nodded and left the two to talk.
* The nature boy sure could pack a punch. Coach sat himself up against the cold wall in the locker room of the raw champion. Ric ran his knuckles under some cold water, before turning his attention back to the interviewer. "Rob will be in his locker room now, getting ready but Kane's told me to tell him he aint feeling well, so he won't be going out tonight. Only I can't see, I'm a real busy person. So I need you to tell him that, pronto! Wooo! Now go, get out" Ric picked up Coach by his shirt then threw him out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Coach stood up shakily to his feet, he rubbed his head of the blood carefully not to open the cut anymore before heading to see RVD"
* Sighing he looked at his wristwatch, 9:15, he'd been waiting almost an hour. Very angry and slightly drunk he stood to leave but a hand was placed on his shoulder. Triple H put his title belt on the table then looked at Kane's empty glass. "Need another? You look like you could use it" Hunter walked to the bar as Kane watched, confused at Triple H's actions. This is the man who accused him of necrophilia, why was he being so nice? Kane didn't know whether to stay or to just go, he ran his fingers through his long hair before looking away from Hunter to the title lying next to his own tag title. "Thanks." Hunter said to the bartender, he looked around curiously no one was watching and most importantly Kane wasn't looking either. He slipped to white tablets into one of the glasses before sitting back down next to a very suspicious Kane.
* A black antique clock chimed Midnight in the five star hotel room. His tears had not dried as he squished the pillow closer to his chest. "He probably had a reasonable explanation for cancelling the drink, like coach said; he said he was feeling sick. Why though? Why couldn't he phone me himself, or tell me to my face? He didn't have to get coach to tell me! Damn it!" Throwing the pillow at the table by the TV set a crystal pink vase shattered and sprinkled its tiny pieces of crystal teardrops onto the floor. Rob defiantly wasn't feeling cool, his feelings were distraught and his mind was running erratically around in circles. "That's it! I don't care if he's feeling sick I am going to his room and he can explain the real reason why he didn't tell me himself."
* Kurt wrapped his fingers through his hair, as the two of them gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. They always did this no matter what hotel they were in they'd sit in the lobby till midnight then retreat back to their rooms. Taker pulled his head away from the Olympic gold medallists chest and looked up a questioning look was in his emerald eyes. "Hey, did that son of a bitch just walk in here with my Kane?" Kurt nodded, he looked at his boyfriend curiously. "Do you mind if I go check it out?"
"No no, I'll be in our room" He winked when they went their separate ways. He walked slowly; he heard Hunter's voice. "You're so beautiful Kane." Mark's eyes widened. The door was unlocked so he carefully crept in, he watched as Triple H gripped tightly to Kane, kissing him with a passion so full of sex and lust. It was Undertaker needed; the fury inside him was so high it was unbelievable. He approached them quietly, and then struck. He pushed his brother to the floor startling The Game.
His eyes burnt into his skin like scolding water. Unjust thoughts plagued his mind while his attention focused on the body of his younger sibling. His raged filled gaze fixated on the man he'd caught in a passionate embracing kiss with forbidden territory. Cowering on the chair in the corner, completely forgetting he was suppose to be the toughest son bitch on raw, he was desperate to regain composure and help the Kane back to his feet. Stirring movements from the big red machine made him feel more confident to move near him. Looking at the tall man stood menacingly made an exasperated sigh escape the mousy blonde haired mans lips. Standing shakily to his feet he refrained himself from purposely looking at the brother of his love. Gingerly, he edged closer to the big red machine. As if at the speed of light, Undertaker locked his grasp tight around his brother's wrist and heaved him up to his feet. Kane struggled but was no match, the drugs had got a hold of Kane's whole being and was unable to pull away.
"Mark get off me" Undertaker's eyes snapped wide open and stared at Kane. Kane's eyes were clouded and weren't focusing very well; his voice seemed slightly slurred.
"You've got him pissed senseless. Oh now it makes sense. Kane doesn't want to have anything to do with you!"
"Well it didn't seem that way did it huh? He was enjoying that kiss just as much as I was"
"Don't you mean the drink was, Kane wouldn't touch you boy if he was paid millions" Hunter's breathing deepened with his rage boiling over profusely. Kane wriggled out of Takers grasp and shot for the door, as he opened it he looked at the two men arguing about him. "I am here you know...it's not like I'm dead!" He left the room heading for his own. Falling against his door he slid down and sat on the floor, looking at his hands in front of him they were blurry and moving even though he was positive he'd kept them still. An uneasy feeling encircled his stomach as he fumbled for his room key.
Rob left his own room and breathed deeply walking down the corridor but he suddenly stopped dead. Squinting he frowned then tilted his head to the right. His gasp was loud as he saw Kane lying on the floor outside his door. "Kane!"