Stone Cold continued to beat upon
poor Michael Cole. Sadistically, cold heartedly, he pounded. His foot hitting
harder and harder against his chest.
Suddenly the auditorium went black.
The crowd cheered nervously of what was to happen next. As sudden as they
went out, the lights came back on. There, standing, with Stone Cold Steve
Austin in a jumble at her feet, was a tall, Midnight eyed girl. She looked
down in power over the pile of body at her feet.
The crowed screamed out for an
encore of pain, and wondered what exactly had happened when the lights
went out, that destroyed Austin so much.
The girl, looked up and around
at the crowed, she started back, around the ring, towards the titantron,
soon disappearing behind it.
The crowd looked at each other,
at the mangled body on the floor that was drastically attempting to get
to his feet, and at the ruins of Michael Cole, who was now being rolled
from the auditorium on a stretcher.
Stone Cold made it to his feet,
and walked angrily out behind the titantron, screaming Mr. McMahon's name.
"Vince!" he yelled "Vince!" . Vince
weald around the corner into Austin's presence.
"Austin!" he stopped Steve mid
name "What on earth is so damn important for you to be running around like
a chicken with his head cut off for?"
Austin looked at McMahon, with
a strict, serious expression. He lifted a finger, pointed it hard and deadly
at his new found best friend.
"What is so important?" he started,
heartless. "What is so important, Ill tell you what is so important" every
few words or so, he jabbed his finger towards Vince's face. "That damned
girl put a beating to me, a girl , put a beating to me! I'm Stone
Cold Steve Austin, the WWF champion I don't deserved to be treated like
this, especially by some girl!".
McMahon looked at him disbelievingly.
"What... What girl?" he asked, shaking from the rage Austin bestowed upon
him.
"That girl! Didn't you see it Vince?"
Austin started. "Some little punk assed girl came from the back and beat
me down Vince!"
A confused look crossed McMahon's
face. "Well, what girl Austin? You know, there are only so many girls in
the WWF? who was it?" McMahon was getting cross. "Was it Molly, Lita, Chyna?
who?"
Austin continued shaking his head
in disbelief of the fact that he was taken down by a girl, one who he hadn't
seen around the WWF. "No, no, it wasn't any one of those!" he said, his
voice gaining volume and force.
McMahon pulled a cold, confused
look over his face. "Well, if it wasn't one of them... was it one of ShaneOMac's
minnions, was it someone from WCW?" he asked. He looked at Austin for a
long period before speaking again. "If it was, let me know, and I'll take
Shane out..."
"It could have been, I'm not sure...
but Vince! I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin! The WWF champion, and I dont deserve
to be treated like this!" Austin yelled, breaking into a cold sweat.
"I'm, I'm going to talk to Shane.
You just, you take a break, get some rest... why don't you and Debra go
on back to your hotel room, stay there tonight?" Vince said, reassuringly.
Austin nodded and took off to find
Debra, as Vince took off in the other direction to find his son, the owner
of the WCW, ShaneOMac.
Back, in the midst of the changing
rooms, the midnight eyed girl, walked up to Undertaker and his wife, Sara.
"There you are! I told you not
to go running around here, you can get your ass kicked!" Undertaker said
to the girl, as Sara shot a hard glance towards her. The girl stepped back
at least and inch, and looked at Kane.
"Seeing as how your not as riled
up as Undertaker here, I'll tell you." she said. "I took out Stone Cold
Steve Austin as he was taking a beating to Micheal Cole".
Kane breathed heavily through his
mask. And huffed out his chest. "Good" was all he said. And turned back
to go about his business.
"You what?" Sara said, a little
confused at the statement. Then walking over to Undertaker for the consolment
of his arms.
"What? Are you crazy little girl,
you're going to get yourself killed!" Undertaker started, "I can't
spend tonight looking after you, making sure you're not going to end up
in the state morgue, and watching out for DDP". The girl rolled her eyes
at Undertakers words.
"He's right," Kane said, "We can't
watch you"
"I can watch myself! Geeze! For
big tough WWF superstars, you sure are a lot like over protective parents."
She said. Turning around to leave the anger behind her.
"Not so fast Tora!" Undertaker
said. "You go find the Hardys" he pointed down the hall towards their changing
room.
She spun around to face them again,
rolling her eyes. "Finally, you call me Tora. Finally you call me by my
name and not by "little girl" or something equally degrading" she said,
and with that she started off towards the Hardy's lockerroom.
"She may be my neice and all, but
she can be such a bitch" Undertaker said to Sara. Sara gave and agreeing
smile, as they both set back on watch for DDP.
Tora knocked on the door. She could
hear the muffled voices of team extreme inside, going over everything about
their match with Kane against X-factor. She knocked again just as
Jeff opened the door. He turned his head, as a dog does when he's confused
and trying to understand a situation.
"My uncles sent me. The told me
to stay here with you guys," she started . "they said that they cant watch
me" she finished sarcasticly. Jeff smiled a one sided grin, and ushered
her in.
"DDP is going to be the ruins of
him" She said, walking in passed him.
"He's still all worked up over
that eh? I mean, DDP hasn't contacted him again since RAW?" Matt asked,
looking up at the girl.
"Nope." she said. "He's so on edge,
I swear he's even scaring Aunt Sara". She sat down next to Lita. "oh, hey,
I saw your match with X-factor... truely amazing guys."
"Thanks" Jeff said, taking his
shirt off to change. Just then there was a knock on the door. "You know,
you dont have to knock once you inside" Jeff said. He opened the door to
see Vince McMahon standing there. "Sorry, we dont want any" he said, attempting
to close the door.
Mr McMahon turned listless and
demonic once he peered in past Jeff to where Tora sat. "You!" he said,
in a vain attempt to drag out every possible sound in the word 'you',out
and doing it successfully.
"Me?" she smiled a half smile and
stood up, face to face, with the owner of the WWF.
"I've got Austin sweating bullets
out here because of you." he started. "The girl who beat down the WWF Champion.
the girl" he said, as if it was as hard to believe a girl beat him down,
as it was that Tora Bearer did. "Because of this unlikely turn of events,
William Regal has declared you have a match next HEAT, with the seven-one.
Five hundred pound, Big Show" he said, in his stricked announcer voice
that he did so well.
"Sure, I could think of better
ways to waste my time. But. This is good enough." she said.
