It's Me- It's DDP
Chapter Three- Fight Is On
"And DDP drops a… DDT!" JR screamed. "DDP DDTed the Undertaker and he is holding his neck in pain…" Sara stood in the middle of the ring, like a prize to be won. She screamed in happiness whenever DDP was thrown from the ring, or punched, or whatever. She screamed in disappointment when the Undertaker was being taken on.
"Come on, Mark," She whispered. The Undertaker looked at her and nodded. "He's going down," Sara grinned. Undertaker picked the helpless DDP up and held him up high. He was going for the Last Ride. That was until…
"What the hell is this? It's Shane McMahon!" JR screamed, punching the table. "Sweet mother…"
Shane slid into the ring, pushed Sara out of the way, and punched the Taker in his back. DDP fell about 11 feet from his own height and the Undertaker's with a loud crash on the canvas. Sara lay next to him. "Sara baby," DDP moaned. Sara shrieked and rolled over.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed. After Shane finished his attack, the Undertaker looked as helpless as any of them. DDP, clutching his side, rolled onto the Taker for the ONE, TWO, THREE. Sara laid there in shock. DDP was going to take her home.
"No, I will not!" Sara squirmed beneath his touch. DDP smiled that idiotic smile of his. "Oh," He laughed. "Yes you will," And he walked out of the arena, Sara in his grasp.