Chapter 5- Kick the football Kaney Brown.
Everyone had gathered outside as Kane dressed warmly as did Randy Orton. Orton held in his hand a football and placed it just so it was ready to kick. "Remember Randy. Kane has to kick it. No pulling it away!" called out Jeff.
"Yeah, it's that or we get stuck dancing repeatedly!" announced Kelly Kelly. "Kane can kick a football right?"
Everyone glared at Kelly. "For your big fat information, I tried out for professional football. But never made the team due to a knee injury!" Kane snapped at her.
"Oh good, I thought it was that you're an awful kicker" she said with a sigh.
Kane turned to Randy. "YOU CAN KEEP HER!" the big red monster officially lost interest in the little diva.
Just then Kane looked down and saw Chris Jericho chirping his little beak off. It sounded more like squeaking than anything. "Chris, I don't know what the hell you are saying. You're a bird!"
Chris began to attempt to fly up at Kane yet he kept going upside down and in loops. Kane figured out then and there what the little Canadian was saying. Taker too spoke his peace the best he could. "Deadman, I know you don't want to dance every time Punk plays the piano. I get it!" Kane snapped at him.
"How the hell do you know what he's saying?" questioned Punk.
"ARE YOU GOING TO KICK THE DAMN BALL OR NOT!" shouted Randy Orton from down the field.
With a roll of his eyes Kane got into a running start. His eyes locked on the leather ball as Orton held it in place. It was in perfect position, everything was going to work out.
However just as Kane got ready to kick, Randy couldn't stop the Lucy in him. He pulled away the football at the last moment.
"AAARRRGGGHHHH!" Kane screamed as he somehow went flying through the air and landed in a snow bank.
Orton lost all sense of himself as he laughed his ass off. "No wonder the chick does it! It's hilarious!"
However, it prompted Kelly to walk over to Orton, she took the ball out of his hands and kicked him between the legs… hard!
Every man cringed, even Jericho in the Deadman. Taker growled something incoherent to Chris Jericho, who unleashed a Woodstock like laugh. No one knew what they were saying between one another. All they knew was it was between Jericho and the Deadman.
"Maybe we should try it again. This time. I will hold the football" Punk announced.
"No, it has to be Lucy… aka Randy. He has to be the one to hold the ball!" announced Jeff.
"So, what's your big idea?" asked Kane as the rejoined the others and brushed the snow off of himself.
"We get Punk to put Randy to sleep" Jeff said with a grin.