Chapter 5- Swap.
Smackdown.
"This is getting beyond tolerable Kane. We are working as hard as we can to please my father, and you damn well know it!"
It was another verbal ass chewing Kane didn't ask for, let alone want to sit through. Worst still, Stephanie had him sit in a chair as she spoke down to him like a child. He was reaching a breaking point, he felt it in his core as the monster inside of him wanted out. But he kept himself calm and let Stephanie finish her rant. They made no progress with Punk. Despite the calls and attempts, he wasn't talking to them. In midst of it all, Kane noticed Hunter staring at him oddly. The only compliment he got from the authority was how well he kept the paper work in order and flow in and out accordingly.
Stephanie finished her rant as Hunter stepped forward. "If the locker room is too much trouble for you, then we will switch it up. Stephanie and I will take over running the shows. You get Punk back."
Instantly, Kane knew he was just used again as a scapegoat. The two failed to get Punk back, so much so neither one wished to go to Vince about it. Instead, they dumped the problem onto his lap. Both knew fully well Punk wouldn't even lift a finger to talk to Kane, not after the hell he put him through. "Did you forget that it was me who tormented him? What the hell makes you think I could get any farther than you did in negotiations?" said Kane.
"We don't." said Hunter. The tone was all too familiar. Hunter was using him, just as he used the people around him back when he stepped into the ring. What topped it all off was the smile he gave to Kane. The arrogant smirk that said silently. 'I know what I am doing, and yeah, I just did that to you.'
With a sigh, Kane nodded in agreement. "Fine, I will do what I can."
"Kane, if you fail. I am afraid that there is no place for you among the authority." Said Stephanie. "This is your last chance."
Figures.
Kane walked out without another word, he went down the hall in silence, already plotting various misdoings that he will unleash upon the locker room. Yet, in mid thought, his phone went off. Curious, he checked his messages and found a simple tweet catching his attention, directed at him.
'Chicago isn't as coldhearted as you may think. KaneWWE'
Curiosity got the better of him as he tweeted back. 'Coldhearted, no, Cold to the world perhaps even at the best in the world.'
The tweet was sent out, another came back. 'Come and see for yourself.'
There was no hesitation in his mind, one perk Kane did like about the authority was the use of the private jet.
He called ahead to get it ready. "I need to get to Chicago, as soon as possible."
By the time he got into the car and on his way, the plane was fueled up and ready to go the moment he arrived. Kane got on, but didn't know what to expect when he gets there.
The jet ride felt longer to Kane that it usually did, all the way he couldn't help but think over everything that has happened within the past few weeks. More importantly, he began to see where he stood in the mind of the authority. He was nothing more than someone who could enforce their choices or become the pitfall for the poor ones. Why blame yourselves when the man next to you is standing there? Kane toyed with the idea of a resignation letter, but the more he wrote about it, the more a different notion came to mind.
The devious smile returned to his face…