Stuff: I own Damien. That's it. And everything related to him. I own nothing else.
I walked into Vince's office. He stared at me and got up. "Mr. Damien, is it? Mr. Damien, If you think you can just go beating anyone, I am going to put you into a street fight match with a mystery opponent. And I'm not specifing who wins. Good day." I walked out of his office. I was confident I was going to win with Test on my side, but something still bothered me. I watched Raw; I had already been out, as special referee. The Big Show had made a huge alliance. Undertaker, Kane, Rock, Big Show, and the returning Deisel and Razor Ramon. I chuckled. Vince must be insane making that group. The Rock never got along with any of them and none of it seemed logical. But they kicked some major "assage." I suddenly knew who my street fight opponent was.
SmackDown started off with the usual wrestlers running their mouths. My match was main event, and none of the new group were in any matches. I knew why. I came out on my cue, but not very excitedly. Test then came out and sat at the announcer table. Then the dreaded music hit. "Weeeeeeeeeeell! Well if ya smell what the Rock is cooking! Keep Rollin rollin rollin rollin!" All 6 member ran out and Big Show got in the ring. The match started with me getting some lucky flips on him, but he gave me a boot to face and hit me with a stop sign. I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, Kane, Undertaker, and Test were fighting Show, Diesel, Razor, and Rock. I wondered what happened but got up and joined the fight. Then the huge brawl was split into 4 fights: Me and Show, Kane and Razor, Taker and Rock, and Test and Diesel. I was by far the smallest one. I got a Dementia Drop on Show who was lieng on a trash can for the win. I got up with blood streaming my face. My 3 partners helped me to the back.
A couple weeks went by with the two groups constantly fought. It went this way for a month until the PPV. This is when the fueds were to end. Me vs. Show, Taker vs. Rock, Test vs. Diesel, and Kane vs. Razor. I was defending my IC Belt and it was another cage match. I will try to explain this match in full detail, because this was the match that put me in this hospital.
Show came out to a chorus of boos. He did his chokeslam sign and leaned in the corner. I ran out to my music and got in the ring. The cage fell quickly and we began to brawl. I kneed him in the stomach and he quickly countered with a pile driver. I felt my back crunch but I chose to keep fighting. Show dominated most of the match. He threw me into the side of the cage and I stumbled backward. I turned and his boot connected with my face. I could feel the cold red blood running down my face. He sat me on the turnbuckle and climbed the cage. He then reached with his massive arm and grabbed my neck. He then show-stopped me onto the mat. I felt my back crunch again and I cried out. But Show didn't care. Test ran out and climbed over the cage. He had just lost to Diesel and now was trying to redeem himself. I slowly climbed the cage and swung on the top of it. I couldn't quite make it over though. Show saw this and chokeslammed Test quickly. He then climbed the cage and lifted me over his head. He then considered his options. Throw me into the ring for good damage and win, or throw me out onto the floor for total damage and lose. I guess he didn't care about the belt as much as I and he threw me to the outside. I felt like Mick Foley. But then when i landed, my back gave a final crunch and I yelled in pain. I saw Test beating on Show until the cage lifted and he slid out and lifted me up. The EMTs ran over and Test helped me on it. They put a neck brace on me and put me in an ambulance. Test rode in the ambulance with me, and I would've laughed when I saw that he had brought the IC belt, but my back hurt to much.
Once at the hospital, I was rushed into an ER. I blacked out. I had an odd dream of George Clooney as my doctor. When I awoke, Test, Kane, and Undertaker were sitting by my bed. They were extatic when I groaned. "Dude you've been knocked out for a week!" I noticed Tag team belts on Taker and Kanes waists. I smiled awkwardly. "Good job." They snickered and helped me sit up. It hurt still, but felt good to move. I looked around me. Usual hospital room. The guys eventually left and I rest a bit.
A few weeks went by and I was gradually getting better. The doctor said it was a miracle. That's when I began writing in this notebook. That's all that's happened to this point, and I am supposed to get out soon.
Notes: Yea, I realize my fics are short, but I like short fics. And please review. Wow I can't believe I already sent this one out. What will Damien do to Big Show? Will he get revenge? This means you have to read my future fics. Oh yea, and ideas for things in the fics or compliments or ideas for new fics are deeply appreciated.
I walked into Vince's office. He stared at me and got up. "Mr. Damien, is it? Mr. Damien, If you think you can just go beating anyone, I am going to put you into a street fight match with a mystery opponent. And I'm not specifing who wins. Good day." I walked out of his office. I was confident I was going to win with Test on my side, but something still bothered me. I watched Raw; I had already been out, as special referee. The Big Show had made a huge alliance. Undertaker, Kane, Rock, Big Show, and the returning Deisel and Razor Ramon. I chuckled. Vince must be insane making that group. The Rock never got along with any of them and none of it seemed logical. But they kicked some major "assage." I suddenly knew who my street fight opponent was.
SmackDown started off with the usual wrestlers running their mouths. My match was main event, and none of the new group were in any matches. I knew why. I came out on my cue, but not very excitedly. Test then came out and sat at the announcer table. Then the dreaded music hit. "Weeeeeeeeeeell! Well if ya smell what the Rock is cooking! Keep Rollin rollin rollin rollin!" All 6 member ran out and Big Show got in the ring. The match started with me getting some lucky flips on him, but he gave me a boot to face and hit me with a stop sign. I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, Kane, Undertaker, and Test were fighting Show, Diesel, Razor, and Rock. I wondered what happened but got up and joined the fight. Then the huge brawl was split into 4 fights: Me and Show, Kane and Razor, Taker and Rock, and Test and Diesel. I was by far the smallest one. I got a Dementia Drop on Show who was lieng on a trash can for the win. I got up with blood streaming my face. My 3 partners helped me to the back.
A couple weeks went by with the two groups constantly fought. It went this way for a month until the PPV. This is when the fueds were to end. Me vs. Show, Taker vs. Rock, Test vs. Diesel, and Kane vs. Razor. I was defending my IC Belt and it was another cage match. I will try to explain this match in full detail, because this was the match that put me in this hospital.
Show came out to a chorus of boos. He did his chokeslam sign and leaned in the corner. I ran out to my music and got in the ring. The cage fell quickly and we began to brawl. I kneed him in the stomach and he quickly countered with a pile driver. I felt my back crunch but I chose to keep fighting. Show dominated most of the match. He threw me into the side of the cage and I stumbled backward. I turned and his boot connected with my face. I could feel the cold red blood running down my face. He sat me on the turnbuckle and climbed the cage. He then reached with his massive arm and grabbed my neck. He then show-stopped me onto the mat. I felt my back crunch again and I cried out. But Show didn't care. Test ran out and climbed over the cage. He had just lost to Diesel and now was trying to redeem himself. I slowly climbed the cage and swung on the top of it. I couldn't quite make it over though. Show saw this and chokeslammed Test quickly. He then climbed the cage and lifted me over his head. He then considered his options. Throw me into the ring for good damage and win, or throw me out onto the floor for total damage and lose. I guess he didn't care about the belt as much as I and he threw me to the outside. I felt like Mick Foley. But then when i landed, my back gave a final crunch and I yelled in pain. I saw Test beating on Show until the cage lifted and he slid out and lifted me up. The EMTs ran over and Test helped me on it. They put a neck brace on me and put me in an ambulance. Test rode in the ambulance with me, and I would've laughed when I saw that he had brought the IC belt, but my back hurt to much.
Once at the hospital, I was rushed into an ER. I blacked out. I had an odd dream of George Clooney as my doctor. When I awoke, Test, Kane, and Undertaker were sitting by my bed. They were extatic when I groaned. "Dude you've been knocked out for a week!" I noticed Tag team belts on Taker and Kanes waists. I smiled awkwardly. "Good job." They snickered and helped me sit up. It hurt still, but felt good to move. I looked around me. Usual hospital room. The guys eventually left and I rest a bit.
A few weeks went by and I was gradually getting better. The doctor said it was a miracle. That's when I began writing in this notebook. That's all that's happened to this point, and I am supposed to get out soon.
Notes: Yea, I realize my fics are short, but I like short fics. And please review. Wow I can't believe I already sent this one out. What will Damien do to Big Show? Will he get revenge? This means you have to read my future fics. Oh yea, and ideas for things in the fics or compliments or ideas for new fics are deeply appreciated.
