Shawn Michaels vs. Damian Winters

Damian strolled confidently over to where Shawn was laying prone. "Get up, hero!" ordered Damian. "It isn't as much fun if you don't at least try to stop me some more."

Shawn took in a few deep breaths and was slow to stand. Before he could fully get to his feet, Damian moved forward and palmed him directly in the nose. Shawn went down in an instant, his nose severely bloodied. Damian's eyes flashed green. "You should've thought better than to meddle in my affairs," said Damian as he kicked Shawn in the ribs. Shawn could feel a couple of his ribs break from the kick. "When you fuck with me, you get hurt! After you get hurt, you die!"

"You hit like a schoolgirl," Shawn taunted him as he painfully got to his knees. "This is the strength of a Lord of Hell? I'm not impressed."

Damian's eyes flashed green and he picked Shawn up by the hair. Shawn smiled, his ploy had worked. His eyes flashed blue and he gave Damian a quick one-two punch right to the ribs. Damian winced briefly and let Shawn go.

"So you have some fight in you," hissed Damian. "Good. I was afraid your beating was going to be too short."

"You'll find that I'm just full of surprises," said Shawn as he punched Damian in the face, grabbed him by the hair, and slammed him face first into the wall. Shawn could feel the adrenaline begin to flow as eyes flashed blue and he backed away. Then he stomped on the ground. Damian still faced the wall and acted as though he was hurt. An evil smile crossed his face as he knew Shawn was oblivious to the fact that he was fully aware of Shawn's next intended move. His eyes flashed green as he spun about to face Shawn with a smile still on his face. Shawn reacted instantly by trying to deliver the superkick. Damian never stopped smiling as he grabbed Shawn's foot, wrenched his ankle at a bad angle, and corkscrew spun him to the floor. Shawn grunted in pain and held his broken ankle. Damian continued to smile as he stretched out his hand and it began to glow with a green fire.

"If it is any consolation, Michael," said Damian. "God will not hold it against you for failing, you did your best."

"Don't you ever tell me what God thinks!" shouted Shawn as he scooted back to try and put distance between them.

"Why?" taunted Damian. "You don't care what God thinks? For shame."

Shawn's eyes flashed blue. "Bastard," he spat.

"Yes I am," said Damian with a smile as the green fire erupted from his fingertips, struck Shawn, and sent him skidding along the floor into the parking area. Then all of a sudden, Damian's smile faded and his posture took on a serious stance. His eyes flashed green as he pursued Shawn. Shawn crawled away as fast as he could, but Damian caught up to him effortlessly. Damian's eyes flashed green again and he picked Shawn up above his head. Then he press-threw him into the windshield of one of the limousines in the parking area. Though the windshield was made from safety glass, Shawn went completely through it and into the front seat. "You can't stop me, Michael! This time I win! The Undertaker will kill Kane and I will own them both, forever. There's nothing that you or any of the others can do to stop me!"

Damian seethed with hate as he walked around to the driver's side of the limousine. His eyes burned a continuous green as he put his fist through the driver's side window, grabbed Shawn by the scruff of the neck, and yanked him back out onto the pavement. Before Shawn could catch his breath, he was thrown into the side of another limousine. He was now almost out on his feet, Damian was now merely prolonging the inevitable. "Look at you, Michael!" Damian taunted. "You, a warrior of Heaven, and you can't even make me break a sweat. You're pathetic! If this is the best Heaven can send against me, then Hell will rule forever!"

Shawn chuckled as he coughed up then choked on his own blood. "First of all," he said in a gurgled voice. "I never said I was going to stop you. And second, I know I can't stand toe-to-toe with you for very long. I only have to delay you."

The color drained from Damian's face and his eyes returned to normal. Slowly, he turned his gaze towards the arena. A moment later, a violent jolt rocked the entire building. Shawn began to laugh again as he saw Damian realize what had truly happened. "No," hissed Damian. "Not this time."

"She's coming for him, Damian," said Shawn as he continued to laugh. "And there's nothing you can do about it now."

"There's always something that can be done," said Damian calmly as his eyes once more burned a steady green. Then he turned and pointed his hand at Shawn again. Shawn smiled and defiantly remained where he was. A green aura slowly surrounded him and he burst into green flames. Right before his body fully reduced to burning embers, he let out one last laugh as if to curse the Lord of Hell.

Damian just stood there for an instant trying to figure out what to do. "Fuck," he said as he began to move back towards the arena. After a few paces, worry got the better of him and he broke into a run. "Fucking fuck."

Without warning, Roddy Piper stepped into view right in Damian's path just as a tremendous thunderclap shook the entire building. "Wait right there, Sunshine," he ordered as he raised up Meathook's hook, ready to attack.

"Not now," said Damian as he continued his run. When he got within arm's reach of Roddy, he side-stepped Roddy's swing without breaking stride, grabbed him by the face, dug his fingers into the Rowdy Scot's eyes, and snapped his head back violently.

"Pathetic," said Damian as his eyes flashed green and he let go of Roddy's face. Roddy's body seemed to fall in slow-motion. As it did, it was consumed by green fire so quickly that nothing of him, save a few cinders, ever hit the ground. When Damian finally reached the entrance to the arena and threw back the curtain, he was instantly blinded by a bright blue light. "Terrific. Things were going so well."

To be continued…