Post by Sumbody Gon' Get Dey Kneelift on Jun 5, 2010 14:14:39 GMT -5
I posted this as a reply early, but felt this deserved its own thread.
Kane and Undertaker road out to the desert, just east of Death Valley.
There, they sat together, and yes, had a few beers. Kane made a fire, and Undertaker laughed at the irony, making a black joke. Kane did not laugh, but inside, he was pleased to know that someone knew him enough to be able to understand and joke at the past. The sun rode high in the sky and they talked about Kane's late teens, which Kane had never spoken of before, of the creation of the mask in Bearer's dank basement.
Kane felt very close to his brother as his brother related the story of his own brief time under a mask, another thing they'd never really spoken about. Kane has had very few friends, so conversations like this, with no expectations, were rare.
After a laugh at Shawn Michael's expense in the previous wrestlemania, Taker went up to take a piss. Kane sat and stared at the fire and wondered if this new relationship with his brother could last; there'd always been the resentment, the hate, but recently, the past two years, things had really seemed to even out, even as they were sometimes chaotic in his own personal life.
Kane wondered if he could finally settle down, maybe retire from the wrestling ring, a profession that had dominated his life so long. He'd never had a chance to do anything else; what might there be? What potential could the world have for a man like him? Maybe it was best to let it lay. Or perhaps...
He'd ask Taker when he'd get back. That would be a good and natural thing to talk about, he thought. It was sometimes hard for him to think of things to talk about, but he did want to talk, and this would come easy. Marc would probably have good advice, having been out there, in the world.
He would ask him when he got back.
But he didn't get back.
After thirty minutes, Kane wandered out into the desert, in search of his brother.
Kane and Undertaker road out to the desert, just east of Death Valley.
There, they sat together, and yes, had a few beers. Kane made a fire, and Undertaker laughed at the irony, making a black joke. Kane did not laugh, but inside, he was pleased to know that someone knew him enough to be able to understand and joke at the past. The sun rode high in the sky and they talked about Kane's late teens, which Kane had never spoken of before, of the creation of the mask in Bearer's dank basement.
Kane felt very close to his brother as his brother related the story of his own brief time under a mask, another thing they'd never really spoken about. Kane has had very few friends, so conversations like this, with no expectations, were rare.
After a laugh at Shawn Michael's expense in the previous wrestlemania, Taker went up to take a piss. Kane sat and stared at the fire and wondered if this new relationship with his brother could last; there'd always been the resentment, the hate, but recently, the past two years, things had really seemed to even out, even as they were sometimes chaotic in his own personal life.
Kane wondered if he could finally settle down, maybe retire from the wrestling ring, a profession that had dominated his life so long. He'd never had a chance to do anything else; what might there be? What potential could the world have for a man like him? Maybe it was best to let it lay. Or perhaps...
He'd ask Taker when he'd get back. That would be a good and natural thing to talk about, he thought. It was sometimes hard for him to think of things to talk about, but he did want to talk, and this would come easy. Marc would probably have good advice, having been out there, in the world.
He would ask him when he got back.
But he didn't get back.
After thirty minutes, Kane wandered out into the desert, in search of his brother.
