A rapid increase in volume and the release of energy in an extreme manner. Or in layman's terms, an explosion. Explosions mark the arrival of Kane and are wonderful tools to get into the head of an opponent before the match even begins. And through the often sighted "hellfire and brimstone" comes the The Big Red Machine along with the tune of "Man on Fire". He heads to the ring with a killers intent and pays little attention response given to him from the masses, whether it be positive or negative. More than likely the latter. His massive size allows him to step over the top rope with ease and he is hastily given a microphone, no questions asked. Kane isn't someone you get in the way of, especially when his expression is even more wrathful than usual. The red lighting effect remains to give him an even more demonic, other worldly presence. All for psychological effect. With a firm grasp upon that, a foe becomes firmly trapped in his gigantic grasp.
Kane: "I've been instructed to come down to the ring and 'cut a promo' regarding my upcoming match and title opportunity. And usually I wouldn't even consider speaking before you ugly monsters, even if it meant your lives would be spared from some horrible tragedy. But right now, I think it's absolutely necessary."
After allowing the general populous to get the booing out of their system, he raises the microphone to speak once more.
Kane: "At Warfare I will be facing The Rock."
Another pause, this time to allow the fans to voice the opposite reaction when hearing the name of the beloved fan favorite.
Kane: "Cheer. Cheer your lungs out. Cheer his catchphrases and cheer that fact that he is able to lift an eyebrow. But then you should begin to fret. Because I am the insurmountable challenge he has to face. And someone was foolish enough to allow me entry into a division that has no rules whatsoever. Your hero is facing someone without an inch of compassion that doesn't regard the well being of a human's life in the slightest. The depth's I'm being granted to reach are limitless and I can guarantee you that I know, and have thought about, more ways to hurt someone than The Rock could in a thousand life times"
"I'm not The Miz and I'm NOT Mike Knox. They couldn't beat you because, whether or not they want to admit it or not, they have some form of empathy within them. I. DON'T. I will hurt you and I will smile the entire time I'm doing it. You have something I want and that is the No Limits title. Not because I want to carry on it's prestige, I couldn't care less about that. But simply because if I have that belt, I get a free pass to do whatever I want in my matches. Or better yet, do whatever I WANT TO WHOEVER I WANT."
"I will not underestimate you, Rock. You have that belt for a reason. But I won't stop until it's in my possession. And it's a simple fact that you just don't have it in you to stop me. Because when you strip back all the arrogant layers and all the trash talk, you're actually a pretty nice guy.."
Such a thing seems almost vomit inducing to Kane and he sneers with pure hatred.
Kane: "And you have a nice, growing family. I saw your daughter, Rock. What a happy, wonderful little child. Running about backstage without a care in the world. A polite little angel that anyone would be proud to call their own."
His two-tone eyes darken as his free hand grips the nearest rope tightly, glaring towards the backstage area.
Kane: "Wouldn't it be a shame if her daddy didn't come home and instead got sent to the hospital? If I have my way with you, even the pure, unfiltered love a child has for her father would not be enough to cure you. I can make you unrecognizable to her poor, little eyes. And I would have no problem telling her, directly to her face, in VIVID DETAIL, what I did to you. Because I imagine it would be so horrific that she won't possibly be able to watch.."
This is enough to cause Kane to crack a smile, which is quite sick when considering the topic of his statement.
Kane: "Back up all of your touch talk, Rock. If you can. But won't you please..please..just think of the children?"
And that is enough to cause laughter to erupt from the monster's chest. Purposefully, he raises his arms slowly and then brings them back down to set off another round of pyrotechnics. Kane licks his lips and a smirk forms upon his face which never leaves for an instant as he exits the ring. Serenaded by his sinister tune, he begins to count down the days until he can do his very best to make his nightmarish threat a reality..
Kane: "I've been instructed to come down to the ring and 'cut a promo' regarding my upcoming match and title opportunity. And usually I wouldn't even consider speaking before you ugly monsters, even if it meant your lives would be spared from some horrible tragedy. But right now, I think it's absolutely necessary."
After allowing the general populous to get the booing out of their system, he raises the microphone to speak once more.
Kane: "At Warfare I will be facing The Rock."
Another pause, this time to allow the fans to voice the opposite reaction when hearing the name of the beloved fan favorite.
Kane: "Cheer. Cheer your lungs out. Cheer his catchphrases and cheer that fact that he is able to lift an eyebrow. But then you should begin to fret. Because I am the insurmountable challenge he has to face. And someone was foolish enough to allow me entry into a division that has no rules whatsoever. Your hero is facing someone without an inch of compassion that doesn't regard the well being of a human's life in the slightest. The depth's I'm being granted to reach are limitless and I can guarantee you that I know, and have thought about, more ways to hurt someone than The Rock could in a thousand life times"
"I'm not The Miz and I'm NOT Mike Knox. They couldn't beat you because, whether or not they want to admit it or not, they have some form of empathy within them. I. DON'T. I will hurt you and I will smile the entire time I'm doing it. You have something I want and that is the No Limits title. Not because I want to carry on it's prestige, I couldn't care less about that. But simply because if I have that belt, I get a free pass to do whatever I want in my matches. Or better yet, do whatever I WANT TO WHOEVER I WANT."
"I will not underestimate you, Rock. You have that belt for a reason. But I won't stop until it's in my possession. And it's a simple fact that you just don't have it in you to stop me. Because when you strip back all the arrogant layers and all the trash talk, you're actually a pretty nice guy.."
Such a thing seems almost vomit inducing to Kane and he sneers with pure hatred.
Kane: "And you have a nice, growing family. I saw your daughter, Rock. What a happy, wonderful little child. Running about backstage without a care in the world. A polite little angel that anyone would be proud to call their own."
His two-tone eyes darken as his free hand grips the nearest rope tightly, glaring towards the backstage area.
Kane: "Wouldn't it be a shame if her daddy didn't come home and instead got sent to the hospital? If I have my way with you, even the pure, unfiltered love a child has for her father would not be enough to cure you. I can make you unrecognizable to her poor, little eyes. And I would have no problem telling her, directly to her face, in VIVID DETAIL, what I did to you. Because I imagine it would be so horrific that she won't possibly be able to watch.."
This is enough to cause Kane to crack a smile, which is quite sick when considering the topic of his statement.
Kane: "Back up all of your touch talk, Rock. If you can. But won't you please..please..just think of the children?"
And that is enough to cause laughter to erupt from the monster's chest. Purposefully, he raises his arms slowly and then brings them back down to set off another round of pyrotechnics. Kane licks his lips and a smirk forms upon his face which never leaves for an instant as he exits the ring. Serenaded by his sinister tune, he begins to count down the days until he can do his very best to make his nightmarish threat a reality..
