A/N I've been working on this for a while. I would start and then just stop for some reason..SO here goes another chapter in their crazy lives.

If only it were true huh? Well I hope you enjoy and I welcome any suggestions for what should happen next. Sorry for any errors that you find btw.

Love, Tanisha

"So you're telling me that I have to do the interview?"

"Yes I am."

"Like...I have to have to do it?" Shane pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes you 'have to have to' do it." Undertaker furrowed his brow. He never did interviews...like ever.

"So like...I have to sit down and answer questions?"

"Yes," Shane replied through clenched teeth,"you have to sit down and answer questions Taker. My dad will suspend you for 60 days if you do not."

"So then I gotta do the interview?" Taker asked again.

Shane couldn't take it anymore. He was a business man! Why was he sitting here playing games when there were more important things he had to tend to?!

"YOU ARE A GROWN DAMN MAN UNDERTAKER! I WILL SAY THIS ONE TIME AND ONE TIME ONLY,DO THE FUCKIN' INTERVIEW!"

The vein on Shanes forehead threatened to pop. Undertaker wiped the spit that landed on his lip. Nobody had ever yelled at him like that...not even Kane. He crossed his arms and turned his back on the young McMahon.

"That," he sniffled,"hurt my feelings Shane. You didn't have to yell at me."

Shane sighed heavily. These group of wrestlers were just a bunch of babies.

"Don't start with your bullshit! Everytime I come to talk to you,you start with the sniffling and tears! Vince may fall for that crap,but I sure as hell won't so if you don't show up for the interview,don't try to show up to any more shows again!"

With that Shane slammed the door behind him and walked down the hall with a feeling of accomplishment. Well almost.

Kane walked past him and he knew he'd find Taker in tears.

"Gotta hide.."

"Why the hell are you crying?"

Taker just stood,hunched over obviously very hurt.

"Taker? Are you serious right now?" Kane had witnessed his brother cry a few times but that was usually when he watched The Notebook or if he saw a puppy..but there wasn't any puppy or sign of Ryan Gosling and his "shiny hair" as his brother would say, anywhere.

"S-Shane yelled AT ME!"

This was ridiculous. This proved he was the only man in the business. You would be surprised the countless times Kane found grown men crying for being yelled at.

"It couldnt have been that serious."

Taker grew angry,"Not that serious?! I am crying! He said I would be suspended if I didn't do an interview!"

Kane shook his head,"Listen. As long as he doesn't put his hands on you,then you should not be acting like this."

"Well...he did shove me a bit.." A little white lie wouldn't hurt a bit. It would hurt Shane, but it would be worth watching Kane beat the crap out of him for no reason.

"And you did nothing!?"

"How could I? As soon as he shoved me, he ran outta here as fast as a prostitute being chased by a pastor!"

Kane slid his hand down his face. Only Undertaker would say things like that.

"Which way did he go?"

"Uh," Undertaker opened his door,"that way."

"You just pointed to every direction." This was going to be a pain.

"I know. I'm not Sherlock Holmes. You figure it out." As soon as he said that Kane had the door slammed on his face.

"One of these days I'm going to suffocate him in his sleep."

"He has this meeting with his dad I think." Kane watched, very bewildered, at how Randy Orton nonchalantly tried and failed to take his wedgie out.

"Why don't you do that in private Orton?"

"Do what?" Randy asked very confused.

"Oh uh I don't know maybe shoving your entire hand up your ass to take out a wedgie."

"Hey you do not get to judge me! Do you think it's easy walking around here with my sexy self and try to ignore the literal pain in my ass from these tights!?" Kane started to back away because with every word that spewed out of Ortons mouth, he kept moving forward, not once taking his hand away from his butt.

"You, my friend, HAVE NO IDEA!" Randy stalked away very loudly making sure to shove anything close to him away.

"I swear," Kane started to walk toward Mr. McMahons office,"if I weren't getting paid I would have burned this place to the ground."

Kane didn't even have to knock, Vince opened the door with Shane right behind him, who immediately cowered in fear.

"Well fancy meeting you here Kane. Is there anything I can do for youpleasedonteatmeIdontwantt odie." Vince smiled sweetly.

"Excuse me what was that last part?"

"Please don't eat me."

"Why would I eat you Vince?" Not even the boss was right in the damn head.

"Your brother tried to yesterday." Kane should have guessed.

"Sir, whatever my brother does has nothing to do with me. Plus I only eat people who piss me off, he just does it for fun."

Without another word, Mr. McMahon ran away as fast as he could. In the meantime Shane started shaking when Kane shut the door and locked it.

"So a little birdie told me that you like to shove people and run away."

"Your brother is not a little birdie," Shane quickly covered his mouth,"I mean he-" Kane backed him up into the wall.

"I don't like people. I definitely do NOT like you so when I hear from my brother that you cursed at him and shoved him, I get pretty angry Shane."

"Oh no, what are you gonna do?!" Shane slowly sank to the ground while Kane hovered over him.

"The only thing to do."

"PLEASEDONTEATME!"

"Eat you? That wouldn't be fun. You would probably make me sick. I'm just going to shove my butt in your face."

"Wha-" It was too late. The big man had already begun the process of giving Shane a mouthful of ass.

Undertaker listened in from the hallway,"Yup. A little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone...but would give Shane a mouthful of Kanes ass."