My opponent went out first. "Introducing first representing the main event mafia, from Detroit, Michigan, Big Poppa Pump, Scott Steiner!" After doing his little thing, my theme, Hallowed be thy Name by Cradle of Filth, went off.

I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime

Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time

'Cause at 5 o' clock they take me to The Gallows Pole

The sands of time are running low for me.

MOTHER FUCKERS!

"And introducing the opponent representing the Frontline, from Venice Beach, California, Weighing in at 142 lb., Rayne!" I came out with my hood over my head and a psychotic smile on my face blood dripping from the corners of my mouth and pulled out my signature weapon, a knife. Yeah that's right I said knife. Jeff said I could use it as long as I don't stab anybody. I got to the ring and did a back flip into the ring. I took my hood down and bared my fangs. (A/N: I forgot to mention that I'm vampire...well in the ring...and before I leave the arena)

Then the mafias theme went off. I looked at them as they surrounded the ring. I glared at all of them. Especially my father who had a look of amusement on his face. I looked at Kurt who smirked at me. Same with Nash and Booker and Sharmell.

Then the voice started talking to me. 'Use my power to take him out.' ' Alright.' I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. I slowly got up and opened my now red eyes. I looked at my father whose face filled with worry and fear. I once again bared my newly sharper fangs and yelled in anger as all of my rage engulfed me. I took my robe off as the bell rang. He tried to punch me but I caught it. I punched him hard in the face. He stumbled back and puts a hand up to his nose. Which was covered in blood since I broke it. He looked at me and stared at me in complete awe and fear. I charged at him and performed a dropkick. He fell back onto the mat. I stomped on his stomach a few times. I then picked him up and performed a piledriver. I then I climbed the turnbuckle and did a diving moonsalt and I landed on his big ass. I climbed the turnbuckle again and performed Last Rites. Which was a back flip off the turnbuckle (A/N: Imagine when HBK tried it on Ric at WM24). It connected.

"1-2-3! Here is your winner and #1 contender, Rayne Borden!" My arm was raised. I then felt a sharp pain go throughout my body. I crumpled too the mat as more pain shot through my body. I closed my eyes. "Rayne come on stay with me. Please... I can't lose you too..." said a voice. That's when I fell into unconsciousness.

Steve's P.O.V. (Sting)

'Oh God no,' I thought, 'Not now. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later but now?' I felt very uncomfortable that I had to help Scott instead of my daughter. She needed me now more than ever. I quickly let go of Scott which cause Kurt to yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" I didn't reply. I cradled my daughter and said, "Rayne come on stay with me. Please...I can't lose you too..." I was close to tears now. I picked her up and took her to my locker room. Ignoring the commentators and my 'friends' yelling.

Me: Will Rayne wake up? IF she does, will there be a father and daughter moment? Will the icon have wrath to face.?Or will reality hit him?