Chapter 7- At ease.
Kane walked about the locker room for a while, his good mood returned as he found the glaring faces subsiding from his once co-workers. All in all, what hell he went though has begun to pay off in his mind. But he wasn't through yet. It was bad enough that Daniel Bryan is now his focus of attention, worst still. When Betty White was hosting, Kane got hit on… a lot. But he knew he must keep focus until the end, his mind was now on the elimination chamber, and so was the rest of the locker room.
In fact, Kane was confronted by the other opponents of the elimination chamber. It started off with Daniel Bryan blocking his way coming down the hall. Kane looked to his left and saw Sheamus, to his right, Christian, behind him lingered John Cena who stood with his arms crossed. "We need to talk here and now." Said John.
Kane tugged at his suit. "It doesn't appear I am going anywhere, very well. What can I do for you?"
Cena came a little closer. "We know the authority has their thumbs in Orton mouth, yet don't have the guts to pull it out. We want to know if this match will be called in a fair manner. Down the line, not hidden tactics on behalf of the authority."
Kane's hands went up. "I will do everything I can to make this match as even as possible for all. You have my word."
"Heard that before." Said Sheamus. "And look at how well that turned out for Punk. I may have just gotten back Kane, and I don't care if you are wearing a suit or not. I will take you down, you can do whatever the hell you want in retribution afterwards. But just remember, we are all watching you!"
"I'll keep that in mind. As long as you remember that I help run this show, you all need to remember that." Kane replied coldly. "Are we done here?"
"For now." Said Bryan. "Sheamus isn't the only one who will seek retribution if you break your word. And trust me, I got nothing to lose."
It was a side of Daniel that not even Kane has seen before. It was close to how Kane himself would have spoken to someone screwing him over, he rubbed off on Bryan far more than the thought. With a nod of his head, Kane walked on and went on his way.
He didn't get much peace as he found himself once more stalked by the final participant in the chamber. Cesaro was hot on his heels with Jack Swagger and Zeb. "Don't you three have a Superbowl Coke-Cola commercial to boycott or something?" Kane asked.
"WE THE PEOPLE!" the three shouted, yet Zeb took over as he stepped forward. "Kane, you of all people need to understand that America is going through troubling times. The last thing we need is a weak and pathetic excuse of a champion to represent the WWE. Not to mention, there's an Un-American in the chamber match. Worst of all, he's Canadian!"
Kane rolled his eyes. "Am I really listening to this right now?" he said. "If you are so concerned about a Canadian being in the chamber match, God forbid you consider how many of them are out there sitting in seats that could have been sold to the residence of the city hosting the event."
Zeb smiled as he thought he might have reached Kane. But Kane continued on. "I am not there to preach what you say to the masses, all I say is if you have a problem, settle it in the chamber. If not, I will be more than happy to replace you in the match with someone else!"
This stunned the three men as they chose not to push their luck and moved on. Kane continued on down the hallway, a smile broke out over his face. After all, no one really knows what is going on in the locker room.
Not until it is too late.