| Return To The Darkside |
| Written by Lori Jimerson |
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| In the beginning there was a darkness, an eternal flame that burned. Slowly the flame has dimmed and flickered very low. Now is the time to rekindle the fire. Deep in the boiler room of Madison Square Garden, lies a black wooden coffin. In the coffin lies a darkened soul that will bring forth the return of hell's fury on two lost souls. One day, Kane and the Hurricane were training for Raw that Monday night, but in the midst of the training, Kane felt a dark presence. At the same time the Undertaker (Kane's brother), took a break from his tough training, at the boxing gym down the street, for his next match on Smackdown on Thursday, heard a deep, dark voice whisper to him, "Return to the darkside!" The Undertaker looked about him to see who was whispering to him, but there was no one but himself to be found. After training for the tag team title match that'll happen later that night, Kane sat down wearily, still sensing the dark presence there at Madison Square Garden. The Hurricane had taken notice that there's something wrong. "Hey, Kane! Are you alright? Is there something wrong? You look like that you're gonna be sick." "I'm fine. I just need some water!," Kane had said. "Are you sure?," The Hurricane asked. "I said, I'm fine!," Kane snapped. "Okay! Okay! I'll get you your water! To the Hurracave!," said the Hurricane and took off to get Kane some water. As the Hurricane took off the Undertaker pulled up infront of Kane and stopped. "I need to talk to you, Kane!," he said still sitting on his motorcycle. "What's it about?," Kane asked. "I have a bad feeling that something bad is going to happen tonight!," the Undertaker said. "I think that you may be right! I have a strange feeling that there's a strange presence in this building somewhere." "The darkness will return!," whispered the same deep dark voice that the Undertaker had heard earlier. "Don't tell me that you didn't just hear that!," Kane said, standing up. "That's what I was telling you!," the Undertaker answered. While the Hurricane was on his way back to Kane with a bottle of water, passed the door to the boiler room. He noticed that the door was open. Feeling very curious, he went through the open door and started walking around in the boiler room. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Where do you think you're going, Hurricane?," boomed the deep dark voice from another part of the boiler room, making the Hurricane jump for his life. "W-who are - where are you?," the Hurricane stammered. "Where do you think I am?," said the voice. "Who are you?" "You'll know soon enough, Hurricane." The Hurricane turned to leave, but tripped over the foot of the black wooden coffin that appeared behind him. "No! It can't be!," the Hurricane exlaimed, looking at the coffin, with wide eyes. Suddenly the coffin opened slowly and the darkened soul sat up slowly and looked at the Hurricane. The Hurricane and started running to the door of the boiler room, but when he got there the darkened soul had caught up to him and pulled him back in before he exited the boiler room and closed the door. Just as the door was closing, the Hurricane yelled out, "Kane! Help!" Kane and the Undertaker had heard the Hurricane's cry for help and ran to the boiler room. They found that the door was locked and wasn't able to open it. "Do not defy the Phantom!," the darkened soul told the Hurricane. "You will do what I say!" "Son of a bitch!," Kane yelled as he banged one dist on the door to the boiler room. "Oooh! Temper, temper, Kane!," a voice had said. Kane and the Undertaker had turned around to see that it was the Raw General Manager, Eric Bischoff, who was talking. "Do you have the keys to this door?," the Undertaker asked Bischoff. "What do I look like? A janitor?" "You'd better find some one that does before the tag title tonight!," Kane exlaimed angrily. Feeling very cocky, Eric Bischoff asked, "What if I don't?" Kane's eyes narrowed, "If you don't, I'll..." "You'll what? Chokeslam me?," Bischoff snickered. "Why do you two want to go into the boiler room any way?" "Somebody has locked the Hurricane in the boiler room," Kane sneered. "I'll see what I can do!," Bischoff replied. Later that evening, Kane and the Undertaker were still waiting near the boiler room, with no sign of any one with the keys to the door. Kane had become very impatient and started pacing back and forth it was nearly time for Monday Night Raw. Just then Bischoff walked passed them. The Undertaker had stopped Bischoff in his tracks. "Now, what do you want?," Bischoff complained. "You know what I want!," Kane snapped at him. "Look! I am a very busy man! I don't have time for this." As the match drew near the more impatient Kane had become. Just as it came time for the tag title match, Eric Bischoff returned to Kane and the Undertaker with the keys to the boiler room. He waved them in their faces. Just before Kane could take the keys, Bischoff snached them away. "If your friend the Hurricane is not in the boiler room, when the door is unlocked, you better find another partner. Otherwise, I'm gonna put another team in your place!" Bischoff gave Kane the keys for the boiler room. Kane opened the door and both he and the Undertaker went into the boiler room. It took them ten minutes to search the entire boiler room. And without any luck they left the boiler room. "Well?," Bischoff asked them after they left the boiler room. "We weren't able to find him," Kane said to him. "Well, I guess I'll have to get another tag team then," Bischoff said turning to leave. "Wait!," the undertaker exclaimed, grabbing Bischoff's arm. "You said that Kane could find another tag partner if we couldn't find the Hurricane!" "Fine! You have three minutes to find another tag partner!" "I've made my decision," Kane said. "Who then?" "My brother," Kane said, looking at the Undertaker. "Fine!," Bischoff frowned, and walked away. |
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