Thread: Bride of Kane (LadyAthene & Bibliomania)

Kane dressed out into his black and red uniform. Yeah, he wasn't slated to wrestle that night, but he usually tried to sign autographs before the show--usually accompanied by a glare for the recipient. Sure, he was the Big Red Machine, but he needed to eat, and kids liked him for some reason. He supposed that he reminded them of the monster in their closet. Of course, he reminded Lita of the same thing, but he had literally been the monster in her closet. WWE management swept that under the rug, of course. Still, he needed to see the boss before he went to the front, so he found a nearby golf cart and headed toward the staging area, where McMahon could keep close tabs on the show setup. He took a leisurely pace, his methodical nature making each turn and acceleration an exercise in precision. That'd made him a dependable worker in the ring. People didn't get injured when they wrestled him, and he didn't pull ego trips or bother with creative control. That'd bought him quite a bit of leniency with the last storyline veering into real life. Lita and the rest in the storyline were the new kids and had been clamoring for a good push since they got into the WWE. That made them undependable, which meant most of their complaints of Kane hiding in her locker room and lingering outside of her hotel went on deaf ears. Of course, Vince had thought the whole thing was hilarious, but he would. For him, the show was what mattered, and Kane, no matter his personal problems, executed the show. When Kane got to the office, John Cena was just getting out. Not the first time he'd seen that. Cena was in and out of that office constantly, making sure that he had face time with the WWE. Some people didn't do the locker room politics very well--see Lita and crew--while others knew exactly who to talk to and how to talk to them. Kane got out of the golf cart and headed toward the door. Before he could object, Cena hopped in the cart and took off. The big man glowered. He'd be walking to the front of the arena, then. In the office, Vince was busy talking into a radio to various production folks. Without their meeting, the boss likely would have been out directing the various stagehands and security teams, but this was kind of important. They needed to work out Kane's next angle. Kane, how are you doing? Vince smiled as one of his most dependable employees walked in. Only Undertaker had out-worked Kane by this point. That last show was dynamite. I appreciate you doing the job, even if it got a little personal for you. The wrestler glowered. He'd briefly thought about shooting on Edge and getting Lita, anyway, but Undertaker had talked him out of it. The show was more important than that damn chick, even if Kane missed her warmth next to him at night. Vince leaned forward. Now, I think that we should take it slow for now. You've had a lot of exposure, and it's important to leave the people wanting a little every now and then. So I'd like you to help some of our newer employees. Get them used to how we do things. What he meant was, make sure they knew to job correctly. Kane was well known as an enforcer back stage. I'm thinking of pairing you with one of them. Someone that could do a lot for the company with the right help and the right push. Do well, and you could be in the tag championships. Kane looked at McMahon. Great, now he was being saddled with a newbie. He guessed that Lita's complaints hadn't fallen on deaf ears, after all.