Chapter 3- Ghost of Christmas past.
The three young wrestlers decided to share a hotel room that night, however all were greeted with an odd dream. The door on the balcony kept opening and closing, Punk remembers he locked it before going to bed… due to lack of space; he volunteered to sleep on the floor. When he tried to close it again, the door blew open! A gust of icy wind and snow drifted into the room as it woke London and Kendrick. "What the hell is going on!" Brian demanded.
A shady character… looking like death came into the room. Out of nowhere the three huddled together in fear. "What the hell did we do?" Punk demanded.
The dark figure stood and pointed to the three men. "You wish to see why Kane doesn't celebrate this season… do you not?" it demanded of them. But that voice… it couldn't be!
"Wait… Undertaker?!" demanded London.
The dark clothing man stuttered on words for a moment. But then was finally able to spill out "Do you wish to see or not!" It began to sound annoyed… like the Deadman.
"Wait… why are you haunting us? Are we doing something wrong by trying to make Kane a little more… festive for the holiday?" Punk demanded. "Is it an unwritten crime someplace to let a monster feel welcomed!" he demanded.
"I don't have all damn night boys!" it growled back.
"Uh… sure?" muttered Brian.
The room went dark as the howling winds confused the three superstars. They soon found themselves sitting in a dark, dank basement… hardly any light came in through the shadows, and yet, sitting in a corner was a little boy. "Hey… you ok?" Punk asked as he tried to approach. He was stunned as his hand went through the child!
"He cannot see, nor hear you…" the dark voice echoed. The three watched on as the boy kept still and quite, until the top of the stairs opened. "ONE TWO THREE ON KANE!"
The boy sprang to life as he ran up the stairs laughing. "How did you know?" The little boy asked.
"Wait. This is Kane's childhood? It's not so bad, he seemed happy," announced London. However the scene changed… they soon found themselves in an insane asylum. Kane… was huddled in the corner; a full mask covered his face, as he looked cold… "My God" Paul whispered.
All about the ground were squirrels… many of them. And not far were razor blades. "He wasn't kidding about that… huh?" Punk whispered to Brian and Paul.
"Kane had a happy childhood until the fire, since then, the warmth of Christmas turned to ice as a new fire burned with him… revenge…. Resentment… everything to take away the childhood innocence from your very soul. He never celebrated the season again…"
They were soon encased in shadows once more. Punk, London and Kendrick found themselves back in their hotel room as if nothing happened.
At first, there was silence as they turned to one another. "Uh… did we just see…"
"Kane's childhood Christmas…"
"In HD?"
Since all three knew the others had seen what they saw… no man could utter a word, not one spoke, no one slept that night.
By the next morning, the three were white as ghosts. Kane had walked into the room and went over to the three men. "You ok?" he asked out of the blue, they all jumped in shock as neither man could answer him. "What the hell happened to you? Looks like you met a ghost!"
For some strange reason, Kane sat next to them at the table in the lobby; he looked rather odd as he tried to find the words. "I know it's you three trying to get me in the… 'Holiday spirit'" Kane said as he used quotation marks to emphasize the idea. "But you don't have to go through all that… I'm not into the whole fa-la-la-la-la stuff"
"We… we just wanted you to feel like you were part of the celebration Kane. You don't seem to participate in anything… You know?" London explained.
"We've been tagging quite abit too… I just thought you may want to be included," said Punk.
Kane gave a brief smile to the three men. "No need to go through all of that, for me it's Christmas every day… especially when I set someone on fire! That was a great year last year…" Kane sighed as he recalled his MVP roasting. "But that's beside the point… just don't decorate my locker room again or else I will have all your asses!"
"What did happen to the decorations?" Brian asked.
"Batista kept them… I was going to tear everything down, but he insisted on keeping them up. I got video of that and will post it on youtube later today." There was a devious smirk on Kane's face as he walked off. Paul shook to it.
"You think we've seen the last of Kane's Christmas visions?" he whispered.
No man could answer him…