Lights blinded kira as she crawled, exhausted, towards the spent body of Dawn Marie. Literally inches away from the women's championship, Kira looked at her and with a grimace, hauled herself onto Marie's carcass.
"ONE!" Yelled the referee as he thumped his open hand on the canvas. "TWO!" Kira didn't quite see what happened next but she knew it hurt like hell. A massive hand closed on the back of her black mesh top and almost got her sports bra too. A second clamped on her baggy black combat pants, lifting her off Dawn Marie and over ten feet above the ring. Her black, colour streaked hair fell down over her arms, covering the tattoo on her upper left arm. The top sagged away from her sultry chest. She was paralysed with fear.
Below her, Kira could see, in her horror, the face of the self-proclaimed "Great" Khali. She could hear the frantic please for mercy from Mike Chioda. She thought she couldn't be in any greater danger, until she saw the evil glare in Khali's eyes. "You won't be champion as long as I breathe," Khali taunted wickedly. He walked to the ege of the ring, his eyes glaring wide and dangerous. Insane anger gripped him. Kira screamed. Then Khali threw her over the ropes.
The pain was sudden and all-consuming. Kira's right leg landed with a sickening crunch on the bare solid concrete outside the ring and her body twisted and crumpled. Instantly she passed out, remembering nothing but hazy laughing and a ghostly shriek of crowd in the background. She couldn't move as the Referee slowly counted her out of the match.
When she awoke, Kira was in hospital. There were still lights blazing but this time they were around her bed. There was no gasping crowd, just three fidgeting doctors working feverishly to repair the shattered bone and severed tendons of her right knee. She passed out again as one noticed she had awoke and gave her an anaesthetic. Several hours later, Kira looked at the clock next to her bed. At least, she hoped it was the clock. With the drug still draining slowly from her body she hadn't quite managed to regain her senses yet. She managed to see the time. It was 11AM. 14 hours after she had been thrown out of the ring. A doctor approached her. "I hope you're not in a rush to get back to the ring," he said. His old, gray-haired face was lined with grave seriousness. "We had to do an emergency operation on your leg and your ribs. You're going to be out of commission for a year"
Kira's eyes blurred. But this time it was tears. Dawn Marie had ruined her. She had been cheated of the Title, humiliated in front of thousands of fans and injured, so she wouldnt be able to take revenge on her and Khali. She had no one to turn to for help, save herself.
Even though she was crying, something inside Kira decided that Dawn Marie would not escape her judgement. She would pay. Every second training and recovering would be spent looking forward to that moment.