What you don't know epilogue:Whichever comes first

Nothing belongs to me, at the end of this fic I'll stay as poor as I am now.... unless I win the lottery that is, but that's not very likely to happen.... please enjoy, and comment....


Very, very, very, very much special thanks to:

Fenris Mourngingstar:
Thank god you exist.... readers will not review... I feel so unworthy of the author tittle right now.... thank you so much for your support and the following of this fic... but anyways, I'm glad you like the characterization, like I said, I worked a lot on it, every word, action and gesture(well, not that much), and Edge, I got a spoiler for you.... you have yet to see teh last of him in this fic, like you said, this is turning up to be a real WWE-like drama, so stay in tune some more, hope you like this chapter as much as the last two.....



For the second time that week Matt woke up with a groan, not really knowing where he was, with a splitting headache torturing him, and, for some reason, he couldn't feel a seventy-five percent of his body. He hissed out, looking around himself, he was in a room he couldn't quite identify, mostly because he was still seeing double, but he could inmediately make out the large shape of Kane sitting on a nearby chair, staring at him. As he spoke, he tried to sit up.

"Kane, what--" and he stopped dead on his speech, finding that he couldn't sit down, or move most of his body for that matter, something was stopping him. He looked up, and down, and found that his wrists and ankles were securely sorrounded by handcuffcs, and those were, as well, secured to the bed. Matt began to tug at them.

"Unless you got the strength of Goldberg, Taker, or Brock Lesnar.... or myself, and I severely doubt you do, you're not gonna braked those cuffs" Kane said, alerting Matt back to him, and Kane felt a small sting of regret and pain at the look of him: his eyes were wide oppened, wild and unblinking, fear written all over his face, even in his confidement, Matt's body was moving away from the direction he was in. "I'm not gonnna hurt you, Matt" He calmly stated. Matt let out an almost hysterical laugh.

"You call this not hurting?!?!" He screeched, pulling at the metal inhibitors. Kane sighed, he knew that, at some point, it would come to this, waking up in a person who knocked you out's room, and specially handcuffed to the bed was something no one, and he knew NO ONE could ever deal with, and that was something he knew by experience....

"I call it desperate measure..." He calmly stated, rising from the chair, he walked to the bed, seing as Matt tried to writh away from him, looking at him as the monster he led out for everyone to see on the show. "You didn't seem very willing to listen to me, so I used a very--"

"And you think you ca get me to listen to you like this!!" No, he didn't, but at least it would show the boy how much he really cared about his wellfare. And, unknown to him, Matt had thought about that, along with the facts that he was a psycho, and that he would never take anything Kane said to him lightly, you'd never know what he would come up with to get you to listen to him. "I could pretty danm well get you in jail for this, you know!!" Kane stared at him, silently, not in a shocked way, but in that way that made Matt felt like he was naked under his gaze, examinating, as if he was looking throught each and everyone of his thoughts.

"You won't get me into jail. Not if you get what I say to you into your goddanm thick skull" Kane was hissing, looking scary, something he didn't want to look like right now, and he knew it, but he was so danm pissed about this whole situation with the kid, it was insane.

"Well, say it, and let me go, and there!!" Matt was becoming frustated, Kane would only sit there on the bed, staring at him, as he let his heart out, yelling and insulting him, so calmly it made him tremble more in fear than if he would be raging and yelling, at least like that he would know what the other male was thinking, but like this.... he couldn't even begin to imagine what was going on inside the Big Red Machine's head. "Jesus Christ, I don't know how I ever came to think you were sane, you're stupider than I thought, what with our last conversation and all, I thought you'd understand I don't want your help!!" Maybe like this he would get a reaction out of the man, he just wanted Kane to say whatever he was to say and let him go, being handcuffed to the bed by someone he barely know, though highly admired, was something he didn't feel very confortable with.

"I don't understand that because you don't reflect it"

"And what do I reflect??"

"Fear!! Loneliness, insecurity, getting locked up in yourself, a self-destructive, compulsive and irrational person, who also happens to not wanna fall into the abyss created by himself, but can't really help it.... a clear, almost palpable cry for help" Matt wanted to cry, yell, kick him for being so danm right on him, he wanted to do anything not to keep listening to him, not keep on bursting the bubble he had formed around himself, whoever said truth hurt was visualing him at this very moment. He just wanted to get Kane to shut up, even if a great deal of him told him he should listen to him, for it was the only way to brake this vicious cycle he had been so tightly caught up in.

"Why do you even care?!?!" He yelled, a last, futile attempt to get Kane to let him go and shut up, but all it did was wear out the last onze of patience inside his body.

"Because it's no use!!!!!" Matt had gotten it, he had finally gotten a reaction out of Kane, and almost wished he hadn't do it, for now he still had to listen to whatever the other male wanted to say, and in a very rude, brutally honest way by the looks of it. "Kick, scream, yell, do everything you fucking want, but that bastard ain't leaving that bitch to come back to you, get it through your thick , motherfucking skull and process it!!! and that pain in your heart ain't gonna dissapear by setting your mind into braking him, on the contraire, it would only make even you more miserable!!! Look at you, Matt!! Take a good fucking look of yourself!! You're slowly becoming an alcoholic because of that bleached blond bitch!! And don't fucking deny it, cause there is no way you could throw so many unfocused punches and kicks, like you did tonight, without being drunk out of your ass, and when I found you, oh! Surprise, you're drinking!!" Kane began pacing throught the room, his breath was agitated, and he was running his hands over his bold head, trying to calm his already altered nerves, to no avail, there was no way he could ever make what he said softer, or how he felt, for that matter. He looked at Matt, the poor kid wasn't even looking at him, he was looking up at the ceiling, fists clenched, unmoving, trying with all his might not to cry. Finally, he was listening to him, and that gave him the courage to keep on, this was the only time Matt had showed some inmediate effect on what he had said, and if what it took to get that were harsh words and cruelty, he would give him just that.

"And let me tell you something, Matt, I don't know how you two were, how good he treated you, or anything about you, but what he did to you outright says that he doesn't deserve you!! Neither of them do, they don't deserve this pain, this obsession, this... madness you've turned yourself into because of it, no one to do something like that does!! And they ain't gonna stop, not until you do, they never gonna take pity, people like that don't have pity for no one but themselves, they gonna keep playing you, 'til they drive you crazy, and do something stupid against yourself!!!" Matt noticed Kane's voice took a small braking at the end of that sentence, not losing intensity in the words, but volume, and he looked up to him, to find him staring at the floor, unmoving, shoulders down, looking as if he was stripped of his previous strength. Matt could only wonder what had affected him the most, his words or the thought that came from them and the posture of Kane. "And let me tell you, Matt... you haven't act very smart lately... or even logically for that matter..." Kane walked to his feet, searching in his pockets and pulling out a key. In less than ten seconds Matt felt his feet free to move, but he didn't move them a centimeter, he was too focused on the man freing him for that. "And that's only one step away from self-destruction, Matt..." He concluded, releasing one of his arms, and then handing the key to him. "Free the other one, you can go now. I said everything I wanna say, and by the looks of you, I take it you listened to something"

Matt freed himself blindly, he was too very much busy staring at the man trying to set some sense into him, it now looked like it was Kane needing some guidance. He was currently standing next to the bed, looking at thin air, eyes were blank and away, something had clearly snapped inside of him. #Fuck it, Matt, get out!! Before he gets all handcuffy again, why would you care if there's something wrong with the man, he seems to know everything about heart aches, so leave!!# But he couldn't leave, there was so muc confusion in the other man, a sense of overwhelment, it kept him cautivated. #On the other hand.... he's done more for me than anyone else... I should stay, for a while, until he gets that run-down dog expression of his face#

"Kane..." he looked up, alarmed, to him, almost as if he didn't know he was there. Then he looked away from him, and sat down on the bed carelessly.

"I thought you had already left, you were dying to just a few minutes ago..." His voice was nothing but a little over a whisper, not really looking at him just yet. He didn't mean to be rude or anything, he had just been a little too absorved in his thoughts to pay much attention to anything else.

"Not with that look on your face, I'm not gonna leave!! Look at yourself!!" he said, making a very decent imitation of Kane just a few minutes ago. "You're in the edge of braking, whatever it's happening, it doesn't deserve your pain!!" Kane laughed, the kid was really lightining up his mood, and that in itself was hard. Specially when it came to the especific betraying subject.

"It does, actually, a part of it at the least.... and it's not happening, it happened" He softly said, and Matt noticed he was just about to space out on him again, just when he was just about to get the gossip out of him. Quickly, he kneeled on the bed, and sat down next to him, swinging his legs over Kane's thighs, Kane staring at him aprehensively all the while. That smile on his face was something he didn't like. "I know I yelled at you for going a little alcoholical, but.... you want a drink?? I need some Vodka"

"You know what I like" So Kane picked up the phone and called room service, ordering a Vodka, and a Whisky bottle. As soon as he was done, Matt spoke.

"Well, I'm all ears!!" Matt excitedly exclamed, a totally opposite version of what he had been a few minutes ago, Kane was beginning to think the boy was a whole better of an actor than he, himself, was. Matt waited patiently, knowing by heart that the best way to deal with heartaches was with patient and optimism, the same way Kane had been patient and optimist with him, only that with a hint of agressive, which he greatly appreciated now, if it wasn't for those handcuffs and his aggresiveness, only God could know what he'd be doing now.

"Ears to what??" Kane was really hoping it wasn't what he though about.

"To what happened to you... I do have an emotional burden to pay to you, you know.... might as well do it now"

"It's not off your back yet" He stated, and noticed how Matt's eyes dulled a bit at that reality.

"No, but I'm working on it, in a proper way, and that's more we can both say from the way I've been acting.... you're right, I was destroying myself slowly, and even if I know it's all true and that I should really stop--"

"It's too damn hard just now" He completed, and Matt nodded, wondering if Kane was, other than his momentaneal saviour, best friend and comrade, a mind reader. "You feel like they should pay you back, even if you know in your heart it's not the right way to go, cause you don't wanna listen, and even if you got someone around you to care, you just wanna be heard"

"And not to mention the going alcoholical phase" He said, partly joking.

"I never went throught that one, it's only for the suicidal ones.... among other things" Silence fell bettween them, only being interrupted by a light knock on the door, and the room service calling that came with it. Matt had to pull his legs off Kane so that he could go and get the licor bottles, ice and glasses. Aftre quite a generous tip, Kane went back to the room, sitting exactly where he was earlier, but this time Matt didn't swing his legs over his thights, he was a little nervious as it was: Kane was now acting like him and him was taking on the listener's spot, and he didn't think he could be as good as the larger man.

"You know I'm waiting..." Kane gave him a look, he wasn't sure as to how Matt would take this bit of information. "Hey, what goes around, comes around, I don't wanna owe you this conversation for the rest of my life" Kane sighed, finally coming to the realization that he was not to get the older Hardy off his back until he spilled the beans, resining to the inevitable, he prayed so that Matt would understand, and he thought he would, the problem was not the emotional pain in him, the problem is how he hadn't see the way Matt had mingled himself in it until he was letting his heart out. Kane oppened the Vodka bottle and downed a long drink, then began to explain himself to the other male.

"I owe you an apology... I--"

"because of the handcufing me to the bed thing?? No problem, man, I would not listen to you any other way, anyways" Matt reassured him, but when Kane looked down at him he inmediately knew he was not talking about that. "What are you apologizing for??"

"Using you" Using him?? Matt stared at him as if he had grown another head. #he's been using me?? How?? As far as I know, he's my fucking saviour!! Or the closest thing I've got to one right now, the only person to say what I need to hear up until now# "I knew you wouldn't understand, but, I did used you-- I didn't mean to, I swear, I swore myself I would never do that after-- But when I was telling you the things I told you a while ago, I saw that I wasn't looking-- talking to you, I didn't see you destroying yourself, pain and hatred eating you up inside... I saw me" Matt's mouth and eyes flew oppened in shock, then together in concentration and confusion so fact he was barely able to register the shock of the statement.

Matt oppened his mouth to ask something, but the Kane sprang from the bed, standing up and walking from one corner to the other, talking rushly and almost in a frantic way. "I saw myself, suffering, I thought-- I thought it was over, but it wasn't I still hate them, and I don't think--"

"KANE!!!!" the other man stopped, dead on his tracks, to look at the younger man sitting on his bed, staring at him silently, expressionless on his face, but burning with intensity in his eyes. He really didn't deserve this. "You're supposed to explain yourself, let go... not mess things up even more, I got shit of what you just said!!" Matt closed his eyes to take a long breath, then directed his gaze at him again, this time with patience and a sense of understanding in them. Kane was amazed at how expressive the boy was, all those people that said he was reserved and quiet never got to really know him, all there was to do was to look at him in the eyes, and you could pinpoint his emotions. "Sit down, relax, THEN... Tell me what you should apologize for, ok??"

Kane did as he was told, slowly, and Matt had to move forward, to the front edge of the bed, so he could sit down next to the older and bigger man, quietly waiting for him to feel ready to speak again.

"When you came back and... this whole Edge-Lita-you thing began, it bothered me... a lot, to see you lose against him, fall into one of their traps, and I thought it was just because it was unfair to you-- what they were doing to you, that is, and because she was a bitch, and he was an asshole, then we talked, and... And I cared about it even more, you know?? but I never questioned it, I never looked for whatever it was that lured me into helping you, I think it was mostly because I didn't want to see it, I didn't wanna know, but then tonight, when you almost got suicidal -again-, something snapped, I knew you had to be stopped, and once again, without knowing why I confronted you, and took you here. While we talked, or more like you yelled and I stood ground, I was asking myself why do I even bother?? You seemed not to want my help, even if you were silently asking for it, and when I said those things to you, I knew it.... I knew why it bothered me, why I put this effort into setting sense into you, and it was so far from you I got no right whatsoever to accept your gratitude" Kane silenced, while Matt was aching on the inside, to slap him across the face, to know why he had done it then, to set this whole danm thing straight, cause otherwise he would go even madder than before. Kane clearly didn't know him well. Seing that Kane would not speak yet, he decided to ask.

"And what was this reason??" His voice sounded a little different than he intended, he didn't want to sound angry, but he ended up sounding hurt instead, and he could tell Kane inmediately noticed, him avoiding eye contact after that was a living proof of it.

"I saw myself... reflected in you... at some other point in my life, and it was all subconciously, I never really saw it like that until I was yelling at you all the things I wouldn't hear back then, you understand me now?? Why I apologize..."

"No. I don't." Matt said, solemly, and Kane could only stare at his straight face, the boy looked so much older with the serious look on his face, but that could only distract the pain from him: he should know it, he should know Matt hated being used now, and thereby wouldn't forgive his actions, concious or not. "I don't understand why you apologize" Matt leaned closer, grabbing a hold of his face with both his hands tightly, forcing him to look at him, letting him know how serious he was about this. "Why would I care where your inspiration came from?? You managed to at least make me noticed how stupid I've been lately, and how it's no use, how it started doesn't matter what happened, what matters it's how it ends...." He softly let go of Kane's face, to nerviously grab a hold of his hands, there was something that he desperately needed from the bigger man ever since he had explained himself. "And so I can actually have a clue that it would end well, I need you to tell me something...." Dramatic pause. " Tell me, what you said to me, the whole selfdetruciton, you're insane speech... you believe it?? Is it true to you??"

"Everyword" He honestly answered. Matt let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Good... cause I don't know how I would react to that, you reflected yourself on me, I got no problem, as long what you said was true, and to me it was, cause it wasn't easy, let me tell you, i'm working on energy reserves right now..."

"Me too, Matt, me too" Matt stared at him for a seemly long time, which was probably only about half a second, until Kane couldn't stand the stare no more and asked him out right if there was something on his face.

"Nothing... you didn't call me kid, that's all" He softly answered, getting a small laugh out of him. Kane smirked, looking down at him again.

"If it bothers you so much I can change my mi--..."

"NO!!!! he--" Matt cleared his throat at the sudden outburst, while Kane was arching an eyebrow at him, trying to look allknowingly and serious, but failing miserably, Matt's outburst was a little more than he expected. "no... Matt's all cool"

"All right" And they fell into a light conversation, both of them with a long list of questions neither knew how to ask, knowing they could, but not sure of how the other would react to them investigating their past.

K: I am so proud of us, Matt
M: Yeah, we're so cool.....
Ck: Why do you say that??
K: Oh. come on, Ck.... we're like the quickest fic you've ever wirtten, you started like a week ago and we already in chapter three. We so cool that fic anmesia you suffer has yet to get to us, if we keep it up, this fic will be done in nothing but weeks....
Ck: Are you saying I'm a careless author?!?!?!
K: Yeah, pretty much, but we too danm cool to let you be careless with us....
Ck: Excuse me!! if you so cool why don't you write it??
M: Cause it's your job....
Ck: Yeah, and I happen to be devoted.... and also this fic happens to be dumb
K: Hey!!! we ain't dumbs!!!
Ck: No, the fic is.... It's got some angst, yes, and does makes sense, sometimes, but compared to other fics I got, it's dumb, technically plotless, and I need to update so that people would read and REVIEW, GREAT LORD REVIEW!!!!!! A review per chapter from a single person it's not enough to keep me going(FENRIS, please, pay no attention, do NOT leave me!!!) that's why it's going on so fast.... not because you're too cool for me to stop thinking 'bout you....
M: Kane, say it isn't true....
K: it's not, she's lying....
E: So much effort we had to put into cheating the crap outta Matt, and now this....
L: It's not fair!!! (they all burst into tears)....
Ck: Hey, guys, take it easy... it's not that big a deal
Everyone: Yes it is!!!!
K: we thought we were loved, thinked of.... but now....
E: I can't stay here, it's too much... the cruelty....
ck: but I never-- I was just--
M: Me neither... I need. Consoling.... how could we go from favored to bottom?!?!
Ck: but, I didn't say--
K: Ditto....
L: Wait for me, M...
M: get the fuck away!!!
ck: Guys!!!! (they leave, leaving Ck alone) First the Yugioh character, now this.... I QUIT!!!!!!! (like a flash, they all came back)
K: No, wait...
M: You have to finish...
L: you can't quit.....
Ck: I can... I'm a joke of an author.... I don't even have a beta reader.... my characters hate me... I only get like a reviw per chapter, I have yet to finish a fic.....(burst out in tears)
E: We don't hate you.... (Ck puts big puppy eyes)
Ck: Really??
K: Yeah, totally, we love you, that's why we work with you, and stand you ficcy anmesias and all....
Ck: Great!!! cause I gotta go to this camp next week, so next chapter.... it's gonna take a while to be written, also it's a lemon, and you know how HARD it is to me to write lemon(graphic sex scene), so..... ba-bye!!!(ck runs off, leaving all WWE characters dumbstroke)
K: that filthy little kitty bitch....
E: tricked us all....
L: we should kill her for that....
M: GRAPHIC SEX SCENE!!!!!!!!! (K n' M stare at one another) oh dear god...
K: I say the same....

So now you know... next chappie.... sex!!! K n' M go at it, so please a little patience on me, because though I do reguraly deliver sex scenes, they always take a while to form and take shape in my head, but meanwhile.... review, please.... I need to know what you all think....