Edge approached Kane in the locker room, sitting down on the bench beside the big man. "Hey big man," he greeted cheerfully. "Good match, huh?"
Kane just glared at him.
"What?" Edge frowned. "Is it the mask thing? Look, I'm really sorry about almost ripping it off. I really didn't mean to."
"You wanted to show them all my scarred face," Kane muttered. "You wanted to embarrass me!"
"No, Kane, I didn't." Edge wrapped his arm around Kane's shoulders, patting the big man's chest comforting with his other hand. "It was honestly an accident."
"But it almost came off!" Kane hiccupped. "I - I would have been there, in front of all those people, totally bare and naked!"
"Well, really, it wouldn't be *naked*," Edge argued.
Kane glared at him again. "It would to me! I never take it off! It would be like if you got your tights pulled down in the ring and you didn't have anything beneath! Wouldn't you be upset? Wouldn't you feel exposed and humiliated?"
"I guess I see your point," Edge agreed. "Definitely not something I want to happen! Can you imagine if everyone out there could get pictures of me naked?" He shuddered and shook his head.
"Well I almost was!" Kane choked, sniffling behind his mask. "It was scary."
"Aw, I know, hon. It's ok," Edge murmured soothingly, patting Kane's chest gently. He blinked in surprise as Kane sniffled again, then turned to him abruptly and pulled the leggy blonde into his arms, holding him tightly and burying his mask-clad face in the crook of his neck.
"I don't want that to ever happen again!" Kane sobbed. "Never!"
"It won't, Kane, I promise it won't," Edge cooed, gently stroking the behemoth's hair. "No one is gonna try to expose you on tv again, ok?"
"Ok." Kane whispered, sighing and relaxing against Edge.
The door flew open unexpectedly, both
men quickly jumping apart. Kane stood up and grabbed his bag, heading for
the door which several other superstars had just entered through. "Good
match. See you later, Edge," he called gruffly, stalking out the door.