Blood, Guts, and Raw is War
By: Scott Taylor
[Begin Chapter 2]
Benoit's theme erupted. The crowd booed--still remembering their hatred for him when he won the title from their beloved hero, The Rock, and was then cheated out of it.
"The challenger, weighing in at 220 pounds--CHRIS BENOIT, accompanied to the ring by Flare!" Lillain Garcia's familiar voice filled the arena.
Benoit entered the ring and held the ropes down for Flare. Instead of accepting the help Flare used the top rope to flip over it and into the ring. Benoit didn't have any time to react, because Kurt Angle's music had already begun.
"And now your World Wrestling Federation Champion, also weighing in at 220 pounds--KURT ANGLE, accompanied to the ring by Stephanie McMahon Helmsley!"
Kurt stood outside the ring, staring in at his smirking opponent, afraid of stepping in the ring and being beaten before he could even stand. Benoit motioned him in. Kurt shook his head, eyes wide and motioned for Benoit to leave the ring before he got in. Stephanie joined in and screamed for Benoit to get back. Benoit just shook his head 'no'.
...This could go on for hours...
Flare was never one to be patient... She ran forward and used the ropes to propel herself in Kurt's direction. A direct hit and both went crumbling to the cement floor together. Both also stumbled to their feet--Kurt with Steph's help.
Then Benoit was there, to Stephanie's horror, and tossing Kurt into the ring.
Flare moved herself to her side of the ring to watch the match with pride. She had gotten this match.
The bell rang. The match had started.
"This match has been scheduled for one pin fall for the World Wrestling Federation Championship," as Lillian Garcia talked Benoit tried to make the most of his advantage. Kurt was dazed and being beaten badly.
As long as Benoit kept this stamina and Flare kept Stephanie from interfering or Kurt from running away the belt would be in their possession. This would be an easy win.
Benoit was dominating Kurt Angle--not allowing the Olympic hero to get in a single punch. A single mistake. A hesitation caused him to be on the ground as Angle lunged desperately at his waist. Angle punched at Benoit's face, trying to inflict some damage.
"Come on, Kurt!" Stephanie clapped and cheered. Flare glared at her, catching her eye. Stephanie stuck her tongue out at her rival and smirked.
"That's it, they're going down," Flare muttered. "Get up, Benoit. It's hard to win when you're on the ground."
Kurt got off Benoit and turned to Steph, already gloating over his win. Benoit got up and quickly German suplexed him.
It was Flare's turn to smirk at the shocked McMahon.
Benoit was grinning as he pushed Kurt down. Crippler Crossface.
Flare found herself silently chanting at Kurt to tap out. Stephanie on the other hand was trying to figure out how to help her business partner.
Stephanie jumped onto the mat's edge and gripped the rope while shouting at the ref. Flare would have to remedy that before the ref stopped paying attention to the match...
Flare dashed to Stephanie's side of the ring and whipped her down of the edge. The ref turned to face them.
"Watch the match and do your job!" the ref obviously seen Flare hit Stephanie and went back to the match.
Kurt was almost in tears from the pain. His hand hovered above the mat. No chance to get to the ropes... He tapped out.
Stephanie looked at the ring with a dawning realization. They had lost. Flare stalked towards her angrily. Stephanie scooted back--almost crawled--until she hit a wall. Flare continued to get closer. Then Flare's face was inches from Steph's and Flare's damned voice was taunting:
"I told you I would have the Champion."
Then Flare was gone and so was Stephanie's breath--and Kurt's for that matter. Benoit kicked Angle out of the ring and grabbed his belt from the ref. He admired it.
"So, will I do as a partner?"
"We'll see," there was less menace to Benoit's smirk this time. It was hard to believe he was champion--fair and square after all the work he had went through unsuccessfully and the girl had got it with such ease... "We'll see, although I've got a good feeling."
Flare returned the grin. She was sure there'd be a title defense next week, but for right now everything was perfect.
As Stephanie helped Kurt away from the ring she swore to herself that Flare would pay for that match. There was always next week.
[End Chapter 2]
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