Blood, Guts, and Raw is War
By: Scott Taylor
[Begin Epilogue]
Billy relieved the hurting Road Dogg of carrying Flare and helped him to get to his locker room. He was obviously uncomfortable doing it, which was understandable considering Road Dogg had been the person he trusted most in life until the day DX turned on him...
Chyna on the other hand didn't seem uncomfortable at all in the room. She had her reasons for being there and had dragged Billy along. She had been through the same episode with Eddie and didn't want to see it happen to anyone else. Not to mention the new girl had some talent. Or so it seemed on the few times she had chosen to exhibit it. Martial arts training she thought.
"...I wanna thank ya guys for helping..." Road Dogg seemed tongue tied for probably the first time in his life.
Flare saved Billy and Chyna for trying to answer the almost question by waking up.
"What the..?" She sat up a bit too fast, causing herself to get dizzy and fall back to the couch.
"Hey, take it easy, Flare," Dogg tried a shaky smile on. She sat up anyway. Stubborn as usual.
"What the...?" She put the palm of her hand to her face in an attempt to think clearly. "Billy Gunn and Chyna...?"
Chyna smiled at Flare. She was much kinder than most people thought. Billy maintained his uncomfortable look--well, until Chyna elbowed him in the ribs.
"What are you going to do...about Benoit?" Dogg was obviously concerned.
"You know, Dogg, for all that tough exterior you show people you really are soft at heart," Flare didn't smile or have any inflection in her voice. She was just stating facts. "I have a plan... I always have one..." It was hard, though. Through the short amount of time she had been with Benoit she had grown affectionate of his arrogant demeanor. He had meant something to her. He was her Champion. But she would have a plan. She just had to have a new champion... and revenge... She gazed around the room. She was going to own the WWF. Chris Benoit...or no Chris Benoit.
Her mind wandered. It was probably...the pain, because she was usually on task... But she was thinking how great of a Women's Champion Chyna would be. It was true. Maybe she did have her champion--s.
The New Age Outlaws had been the best tag team. Undefeatable. Maybe the damage DX had caused was irreparable, but maybe not... Her deductive mind returned and she counted off the belts and strategies.
As for Women's Championship, Chyna could easily win that.
Intercontinental? Billy already had it.
European? ...Billy, Chyna, or Dogg could handle that.
Hardcore? That would be reserved for her or the Dogg. Although she admired Blackman and could possibly allow him to keep it...
Light-heavy weight Championship? She would enjoy winning that from Dean Malenko herself. The Radicalz would pay...Benoit included.
As for the WWF belt she could easily see it around the waist of anyone in the room.
Yes, she had her Champions. And learned from her old one.
[End Epilogue]
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Is it just me or did that ending get really corny? That is it. I better go watch a gory movie... I'm starting to creep myself out.