When Worlds Collide | By : Rothrashaan Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 2487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Day of Bloodshed
Finally, it was the day Kane had been waiting for.
The day when he would finally get his revenge on Lita and Matt Hardy.
He stood in his darkened locker room, preparing himself for what everyone knew would be a day of bloodshed. Only Matt Hardy would be the one who would bleed, it would be his punishment for robbing Kane of a family.
Kane had made sure that this match would go his way, no one would interfere and that the match would benefit him at every angle. He had taken the liberty of fixing a few hidden items about the ring, not even Eric could stop him once he found out about them.
He smiled evilly to himself, after this match he would get respect he deserved. No one would ever use or humiliate him again.
The only other thing on his mind was the one person he hated thinking about. Kat. He hated it because it happened so easily, and every time he thought he was starting to have feelings towards her. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about. Especially right now, wanting to focus all his hate and rage on Hardy.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around and headed out of the locker. He thought over his plans one last time, making sure he wasn’t forgetting anything important.
“You seem pretty pleased...” The voice startled him out of his thoughts as he looked around for her, finding her sitting on one of the tables listening to a CD. Kane walked beside her and took her headphones off, looking down at her as she looked up at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her, “You better not interfere Kat...” his voice was cold and dripping with venom, making it all to clear that he will not tolerate her help on this one.
She only sighed and looked away from him, “I gave you my word, I won’t go back on it...no matter how stupid the request.” When she looked back at him, Kane saw something that surprised him.
Rage.
Kane growled in annoyance and slammed his fists on the table, trapping her between his arms with no way of escaping.
“Don’t...test me Kat...you piss me off and you will suffer, is that clear?” his gaze trapped hers as he waited for a response.
She nodded slowly, not saying anything even though it was clear she wanted to. Kane backed up, still locking his gaze with hers. He meant what he said, if she did anything to piss him off...part of him hoped she wouldn’t.
He turned to leave when she put her hand on his shoulder, “Take him out...” Kane paused when she said this, knowing she had nothing against Hardy. But it did mean something to him that someone was cheering him on.
Kane nodded once and left, coming to the entrance of the stage and waiting for the announcements to finish. His name was finally called and his pyros went off as his music started, he made his way down the ramp and into the ring.
The crowd cheered him on; all of them were excited about this match and wanted to see the blood flow. Kane paced back and forth like a caged animal, waiting for Hardy to show his faced and accept his painful fate.
Finally Hardy’s music played, and the young high-flyer quickly made his way to the ring. The ref was quick to come between them, stating the stipulations of the match one last time and telling them to go to their corners.
They slowly backed into their corners and waited for the bell, which seemed like an eternity before it finally sounded.
Both men headed for each other, locking hands and trying to gain the upper hand when Kane kicked Matt in the stomach. Matt backed away and coughed weakly, glaring at Kane as he stood up and charged the big man.
Kane didn’t bother to get out of the way of the assault and was driven back into the ropes, where Matt proceeded to land punch after punch over Kane’s face. The attack was relentless, but Kane managed to duck under a blow as Hardy came down hard on the top rope and slammed his throat against it.
Kane took the advantage to whip Matt into the ropes, and when Hardy came back at him planted a huge boot to the face that knocked Hardy on his back. Kane dragged him up and backed him into a corner, landing some of his own blows on the dazed Hardy when he started to fight back.
Matt went for Kane’s ribs, concentrating his strength in his blows in order to get the Big Red Machine to back off. I worked, as Kane backed up only to clothesline Hardy back into the turnbuckle.
Kane back up and was about to ram his shoulder into Matt’s gut when he pulled up and brought both feet right into Kane’s face, making his lips split open he Hardy drew first blood.
This gave Hardy the chance to recover and plan his next move, only to have it cut short when Kane made another charge for him out of rage. Matt had to think fast as he jumped onto the top ropes, Kane just passing under him and charging head first into the steel pole.
As Kane staggered back, Hardy climbed the ropes to the top turnbuckle and dive-bombs into the big man. Yet things didn’t go the way he planned as the Big Red Machine braced himself and caught Matt in the air, brining him around and giving him a devastating spinebuster that shook the ring.
Kane dragged the groggy Matt over to the ropes where he placed his boot over Matt’s throat and started to press all his weight down to try and crush his throat.
Feeling the immense pressure on his throat, Matt attacked the back of Kane’s legs and tried to get him to collapse. It was the only thing he could do to try and offset the big man as pressure continued to be placed on his throat.
Finally Matt connected with a nerve and the big man came crashing down beside him, still holding onto the ropes as he picked himself back up. It was enough to enable Matt to roll out of the ring into no mans land, a very dangerous place to be but the only place he could go to get away from the monster Kane.
Kane climbed over the ropes and jumped down to go after Matt, who ran and clotheslined the big man against the edge of the ring. Kane winced in pain as his lower back connected painfully with the sharp edge of the ring, Matt coming back to kick his harshly in the stomach.
This infuriated Kane as he launched forward to grab Matt and throw him into the post, his head connecting with a sick crack as blood flowed from a decent sized wound. Kane wiped the blood away from his lip as he ducked under the ring and got a chair, picking it up and bringing it down against Matt’s head and again against his back.
Matt laid on the ground as Kane watched him with a sadistic smile on his face, urging the ref to start the count. The ref didn’t even get to the count of two before Matt picked himself up and staggered over to the steps leading into the ring.
Close behind him was Kane, the chair still in his grasp as Hardy climbed over the steps. Kane was about to bring the chair down again when Matt pushed the steps into his legs, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
He wasted no time as he took the chair from Kane and started using it against him, aiming at the big mans head, chest and ribs. Kane brought his arm up to shield the blows as he made it to his knees, waiting for the right moment to reach out and clothes his hand around Hardy’s throat.
He instantly dropped the chair as he tried to fight the chokeslam he knew was coming, but the Big Red Machine only smiled evilly before he picked Hardy up and brought him down on the steel steps.
The force behind it was so strong it actually dented the steps as Kane pushed the heaving body of Matt off the steps and threw him back in the ring. Moving over to one of the ring posts, Kane pulled free a hidden steel tipped sledgehammer and brought it with him into the ring.
He looked at the crumpled form of Matt Hardy and brought the hammer down against his ribs, Matt instantly clutching his side where it hit and screaming in pain. Kane pushed his foot against Matt’s chest and held him down as he hit him again in the same place, hearing a crack and knew one or more of Hardy’s ribs had been broken.
Kane knelt beside Hardy and placed the hammer beside his head, looking directly into the eyes of the injured high-flyer. He growled at him, “This is what you get for interfering Hardy, you and Lita have crossed me for the last ti-“Kane was cut short when Matt’s hand shot out and shoved the hammer up into the big mans face.
He fell back with his hand over his face, blood pouring from his now broken nose and a would just under his eye. Matt crawled to his feet and took the hammer from Kane, bringing it down on his face and landing a devastating blow on his arm.
A roar of pain escaped from Kane as he drew his arm to his chest and turned on his side, only to have Matt attack his ribs with his own hammer. He took each blow and could feel the air knocked from his lungs every time, mustering his strength to grab Hardy’s arm before he could land another blow and bash his skull against Matt’s.
Matt staggered back from the blow and Kane used all his strength to land one punch to his face that slammed him down against the mat. He picked up the hammer once more and wasted no time in bashing it against the helpless form of Hardy, who was in so much pain he could barely attempt to defend himself.
Kane stopped and tossed the hammer aside, Hardy, who was in so much pain he could barely attempt to defend himself. The mat was covered in Hardy’s blood, the wound on his head still spewing blood over his face as he lay on the mat.
Venturing out of the ring and clearing off one of the wooden tables, he threw it inside the ring and leaned it against the ropes. He dragged Matt over to it and stood the man up, his eyes were unfocused as if he didn’t know where he was.
Kane laughed evilly and picked Hardy up and brought him down on the table, snapping it in two as the motionless form of Hardy came down with it. His smile widened when Matt coughed up his own blood from the impact, he truly was at the mercy of the Big Red Machine.
Kane was not in the mood to show mercy.
Picking up the near unconscious Hardy, Kane placed his foot in the ropes and hung him over the side of the ring. Going back to retrieve the chair and hammer, Kane brought them back and leaned the chair against the ring. He didn’t waste much time as he started to bash the hammer into Matt’s chest, who tried feebly to dodge the blows but was too weak to do so successfully.
His blood covered the hammer and the floor, fresh wounds opening up on his face and over his body as Kane continued the assault. The Big Red Machine showed no mercy as the hammers hilt finally snapped off from the force of one of the blows.
Tossing the useless handle aside, he picked up the chair and continued to beat Matt Hardy into a bloody mess. Unfortunately the ref could do anything to stop Kane, as this was a no disqualification match made specifically to Kane’s wishes.
Kane panted heavily and let the chair drop, unhooking Hardy’s feet and shoving him in the ring once more. Matt looked into the furious eyes of Kane as the monster picked him up one last time, giving him the worst chokeslam ever and causing Hardy to be slammed through the mat.
The ref shoved Kane back and began the count, the crowd counting with him as Kane paced the ring and looked down at the motionless body of Matt Hardy. When the ref called ten he frantically waved for the medics who quickly rushed in and tried to find a way to get Hardy out and onto the stretcher.
Kane laughed sadistically and searched for a mic, wiping away the blood on his face as he spoke, “You see Lita, I can hurt you. I can hurt you by hurting Matt. Don’t you ever, EVER cross me again. Or next time, Matt wont live to see the birth of his child. I can guarantee you that Lita.” He set the mic down and walked past the medics, climbing the ropes and jumping down from the ring as he left his warning to Lita.
In her locker, along with Edge, Jericho and Benoit, Kat watched the aftermath of the match. The medics had a tough enough time getting Matt out of the ring, finally getting him to the ambulance as Lita rushed to his side in tears. They took him to the hospital after stating that he had lost severe amounts of blood and needed to be treated immediately.
Kat shook her head. The damage had been done. Kane had finally gotten his revenge and it had indeed been bloody. It left her three companions speechless, not knowing how to react to such an assault and horrified that Bischoff would allow such a thing.
She left them and went to get a drink, only to meet up with the one person she’d rather avoid.
“Looks like your boyfriend has some anger issues...if your not careful you might end up the same way. I bet he’s going to tear you apart tonight, maybe redefine the term ‘rough sex’” Ric leaned against the wall as the other members of Evolution groaned silently. The last thing they needed was for Ric to be running his mouth, they all knew it would get him into trouble.
Kat glared at Ric and shoved past him to grab one of the cups of water, “He’s not my boyfriend, and I’m a virgin you ass.” She drank it quickly and reached for another as Ric was about to say something, but was given a warning glare by Batista.
She was thankful for the silence and drank the rest of the water, crushing the cup and throwing it away. Hunter motioned for them to leave, Ric giving her one final glare before following them.
Kat didn’t know how things were going to play out from here. Kane may have gotten his revenge on Matt, but she wasn’t sure if it really helped him.
She only hoped his need for blood had been fulfilled.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo