The Masked Future of Kane
I read this Kane time travel fiction by: Reaper of Stories called The Devil's Favorite Corporate Machine and thought time traveling in the WWE was a good idea and thought I'd try my hand at it and write my first fiction on the site.
All of the matches, feuds, and relationships involved which would normally just be a storyline are all real in this case.
Some things i may not have happen, like Kane being burned as a child or Lita and Kane's baby being killed which should take place in the original timeline. I will decide in later chapters to keep them or not as they come up.
Confusion and excitement are just a few things that are running through my head currently as I look at my reflection in the mirror that is adorned in my locker room. I am donning my original red and black mask covering the entirety of my face, and dressed in my complete red and black suit to go along with it, and WWF title by my side. The only time I ever had this title in my grasps was after defeating Stone Cold Steve Austin at King of the Ring in '98, and if it was in my hands that could only mean that I am just minutes away from facing Austin in a rematch that originally had ended in my defeat ending my 1-day title reign.
As I sat here staring at myself I try to think of how I am here in this moment. Last thing I remember was sitting in my office as director of operations for the WWE contemplating ending my tenure with the company and retiring. I sat in my office looking back at my career thinking of how I had got to this point. The big red machine, the devils' favorite demon, wearing a suit being bossed around by Hunter and Stephanie on a daily basis, used as a stepping stone and even cannon fodder just to propel Seth Rollins to superstardom and become the face of the company. Me, Kane, being pushed around by someone who wouldn't have survived 5 minutes with the likes of the Undertaker, Shawn Michaels, the Rock, Chris Jericho, and even the man I am to face Stone Cold Steve Austin in our prime.
Where did it all go wrong? When did I start letting myself be pushed around? I use to bring chaos and destruction everywhere I went and for everyone in my path. Now I will just lay down if told so as it is supposedly "best for business."
Did I give up after being passed over for title matches and pushed aside for superstars less deserving than myself? Or was it after being betrayed so many times over the years by those like my "father," my "brother," X-Pac with Tori following, and Lita? Maybe It was after I was forced to de-mask myself by Eric Bischoff, and then treated as a freak or monster for the rest of my career and only used as a scare tactic, never to be taken seriously or put in the discussion for the WWE or World Heavyweight championships?
I clench my fists as the leather of my gloves crease with the tension I am forcing on them. The anger building up inside of me is about to explode out when a wave of calmness washes over me as I release my fists and stare at my reflection once again. Why question how or why I am here? This is my chance to do it all again, to reshape my career, to reshape the business with my own vision. I can do all of this and it starts tonight.
If you think I'm just going to go out there and let myself be defeated a second time around then you are sorely mistaken. With almost 20 years of wrestling under my belt, facing some of the greatest superstars the WWE has ever seen on countless occasions has given me the knowledge and broaden my repertoire that I am poised to make myself one of those greats.
I'm torn away from my thoughts as my locker room door is swung open as a man I never thought I would see again enters. My "father" Paul Bearer walks up to me and begins to speak as I watch him. Not registering a single word that is spewed out of his mouth I notice that he is beginning to walk out but stops and turns to me and says in his annoyingly high voice, "Kane, it is time."
We begin our march to the gorilla and I easily surpass him with my larger strides forcing him to trail behind me. After the minute of walking we reach the entrance and I stand to the side and watch as Austin walks to front ready to enter the arena. Right before his music hits he turns to me as we stare each other down, neither of us wanting to back down, until the sound of shattering glass blasts through the speakers forcing Austin to break eye contact and enter to a chorus of cheers.
I step up preparing to enter myself, I look down to the floor and shut my eyes. One last time I think of my past future I had lived through. I do not want that future, I want a new future, I want to be able to control my own destiny and this match is the start of it all. My music begins to resonate throughout the arena, I look up and with determination in my eyes I step through the curtains to my new future.