CHAPTER I: WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
AN: I do not own any of the WWE superstars. Nor do I own any Ultimate Power Wrestling University wrestlers. The female character to be named later is my original creation. I am a starving college student with cable so please do not sue me. Also I am changing what happened at Backlash between Orton and Foley because it just suits me better.
Mick Foley stood anxiously watching the monitor as Backlash footage rolled on. His heart rate started to increase, that tingly sensation that availed his hands was suddenly seizing his hands in a catastrophic whirlwind of twitching, and he had done something he had never done previously as a wrestler; he started to sweat bullets. The one thing that made the twitching stop and the sweating lessen was the thought in the back of his mind if anything goes wrong I always have the twins to save me.
It was at that precise moment that a stagehand named Marc knocked on his door and yelled, "Ten minutes to role time." Ten minutes until Mick won either fairly, or ten minutes until he sent that pompous little brat Randy Orton to the hospital and winning by cheating. Either way Mick smiled at the though of seeing Randy's bloodied face. He stood up ignoring the dull ache in his lower back from the Monday beating by Evolution. This small ache was not to interfere with glory.
The match began off fairly well until it painfully obvious to the audience that Randy was in no type of shape for a hardcore match. Jumping the barrier to protect him from Barbie, Randy ran into the hallways of the arena.
Orton ran through the corridors looking for somewhere to hide in. He never thought that Foley could kick his ass so hard. He was bleeding from the face, his left knee was starting to scream from the baseball bat hit to the side, and the right side of his beautiful face was torn to shreds after receiving a blow from that barbed wire rapped baseball bat. Stumbling through a corridor, Triple H pulled the youngest member of Evolution into their locker room.
"Orton where the hell are you," Foley screamed with a malicious glee. As he turned a corner Batista was waiting for him with a trashcan in his hands. As Foley was hit to the ground the rest of Evolution minus Orton converged on him like a pack of wolves. Triple H wielded a sledgehammer. Throwing it up into the air the weight of the sledgehammer gleamed in the false light of the fluorescent light bulbs. As the momentum of the sledgehammer it suddenly faltered and then the hammer fell harmlessly to the ground.
Ric Flair was startled by the loud groan of pain coming from HHH. "What the Hell..." Ric never finished his sentence as suddenly a wrestling boot came flying toward his face. His head was snapped back so hard that he lost consciousness for a moment.
When he was awoken a young fair skinned Asian woman was dragging the sledgehammer away from Triple H while her partner was fighting Batista with a kendo stick and winning. Dave was moving closer to the Asian, but suddenly Foley was up and swinging Barbie. Dave was about to get hit when suddenly the young girl pushed him out of the way, "No, when I agreed to him no one other than Orton would be punished with that." Foley stopped the swinging and looked pissed off, but turned away from Dave and opened the Evolution locker room door and saw Randy.
The little nitwit was in a corner curled up in a fetal position, begging for Foley to stop. This side of the third generation wrestling star caused the hardcore legend to stop in his place and briefly lifting his eyebrow up, much as like the Rock would have had done. Smiling Foley went to work on the boy.
In the background the two Asians were battling it out with the rest of Evolution. By this time HHH had been knocked out of commission by a cinder block to the back of the head.
The young female was carefully eyeing Rick Flair up before she laughed an attack at the ancient man. Rick went down hard and he struggled as the girl landed on his chest and began throwing her fists at an amazing rate at his head.
Finally, she faltered in her onslaught of punches and that is where Flair caught her. He grabbed her right wrist and flipped her off him. As he did son he managed to bring his leg around and take the feet out from under her. Landing hard on her back, all the air was knocked out of her.
"Not to bad for an old man. Don't you think so kiddo," he yelled at her. Sucking in a breath of air, desperate for the swirling fog of unconsciousness to go away she struggled for consciousness. When all of a sudden Flair had picked her up and was ready to do a back breaker. It was that moment when a flying fist struck him, before he blacked out the last thing he saw was Batista glaring at him.
While this little commotion between the woman and Ric Flair, the unknown assailant and Dave were going at it quite hard. What Dave lacked in speed and agility the unknown Ninja made up for three times over.
He was spinning around the beast with a lethal kendo stick. The blitz of the kendo stick was painful, but finally Batista broke through and was able to grab the boy by his throat and pick him up. As he slammed him down on the concrete floor of the hallway Dave noticed out of the corner of his eyes that Ric was getting the upper hand on the female. She had saved him earlier tonight from the brutal blow of Foley's Barbie.
Watching her ruby lips try and grasp for air, it was then that he felt he had to do something. He had always been taught as a child that a debt gained was a debt repaid. So in a causal advance he noticed that his opponent had gotten up and was making his way towards Flair in an attempt to save his tag team partner. That's when Batista let Flair have it. The old geezer had just 'happened' to be step into his way as he flung his right arm out. The force of the blow quickly knocked him out, but left the young girl falling.
Dave reached out quickly and grappled her away from the slowly loosing conscious Flair. At the instance that is hand met her unclothed flesh of her arm he felt a wave of excitement. His whole body reacted when she curled up to him. He was so entranced with her that for a brief second he let his guard down.
And that was the second when her brother attacked. With a brutal force he whirled around and kicked Dave's face in. The snapping of his neck was audible to everyone in the building.
The male dragged the female off Batista's chest. "Van," she wailed as he pulled her away from him.
She finally caught on that Orton and Foley had somehow during their distraction moved back out to the squared circle. The pair made their way stealthily to the ring. It was just as the male jumped onto the apron that the lovely Lillian Garcia announced, "And your winner is Mick Foley." The crowd practically burst into tears, as Foley stood triumphant above the bloodied Randy Orton.
The pair made their way over to Foley and raised his arms. As confetti flew around the trio they all knew that this was just the beginning...