Tora raised an eyebrow, and looked down at McMahon.
"Is that all you wanted McMahon?" Tora asked. "Can I leave?" She looked at Jeff, then at Undertaker, then at Kane. Just then, Austin's music, lead by breaking glass, shot through the stadium, and all heads turned towards the titantron. McMahon looked nearly as surprised at the rest, but then a smirk crossed his face, and he achieved an evil look in his eyes.
Stone Cold strutted down to the ring, and over the ropes, stopping in front of Tora and grabbing a microphone. He starred her down, deathly eyes, watching her, sizing her up, looking her over.
"Little girl" he started, as the crowds anxiety broke loose into favor chants. "Last smackdown..." he paused ever so often, the look in his eyes becoming more sinister. "You put a beating to me, Stone Cold Steve Austin, the WWF Champion..." the crowd started with the "asshole" chant, it becoming louder, and louder. The 'don't trust Austin' signs, and the 'sell out 3:16' signs began bobbing in the air in time with the chant.
"shut up!" Austin screamed at the crowd. "I am the WWF Champion, not you, and you don't treat me like this, I am Stone Cold Steve Austin..."
Tora grabbed the Microphone from McMahon, "Yeah, I know who you are!" she said, cutting Austin off, mid sentence. "You've drilled it into our heads enough, we all know". Austin's eyes glazed over and a demonic grin flashed over his face.
"You're a tough little girl" Austin said. "That sounds like a challenge to me". Austin began pacing. As the crowd chanted 'asshole' so loud you could hear the separation between the syllables.
"You talk a lot of shit for someone who never says much Austin" Tora said, and Jeff started laughing. With that, Austin threw down his microphone and went for the stunner, but was stopped, when Kane, Undertaker and Jeff all stepped in his way. Austin backed away slowly, like a scared little puppy dog.
"ooh, so tough when you've got four on your ass" Tora said sarcastically.
Austin's music started again, and he left the ring, pretty pissed off at the outcome of the evening, already.
"Now are we through?" Tora asked McMahon impatiently. McMahon gulped and nodded. Undertakers music started, and they all left the ring.
Soon, Tora's match against Chyna reared its ugly head in.
Jeff accompanied Tora to the ring, and stood in her corner, watching
waiting, praying to God she didn't get hurt. Chyna was a brick wall, and
tough as nails when she had to be. Not having the chance to meet or become
friends with Tora, she just viewed her as some girl who wanted to take
away her title.
Tora stood in the middle of the ring. She looked around, her fear growing
inside of her. The fear of injury is always floating there, you never want
to think about it, and just do what you do, but the fact that this match
was as unpredictable as Jeff's hair color. She breathed in slowly, trying
to collect herself. Needing something to calm her down, she pulled one
of Jeff's charismatic Guns, to get the support of the crowd. It worked,
and her nerves started slowly calming.
That all changed when Chyna's music started, and her video shot across
the titantron. Tora gulped down air, and backed up into the ring ropes,
bouncing back and fourth between them.
Chyna walked out with the pyrotechnic launcher, shot a few off, and
then replaced it on the ramp.
She strutted down the ramp to the ring, the cheering of the crowd behind
her all the way, the standing ovation that Tora wished to have one day.
She stepped over the ropes, and faced Tora in the ring, a smile crossed
your face.
"This should be fun" she said, or rather mouthed, Tora couldn't hear
her over the cheering crowd. Tora breathed heavily, and blinked hard. She
backed up and the bell rang.
Chyna took the first swing, as Tora dodged it with all her might, she
grabbed Chyna's hand and flung her around into the ropes. They bounced
her back and Tora put her arm out to clothesline her. Chyna reversed it,
grabbing Tora by the arm, and pulling her down drastically. Tora landed
on the hard mat with a thump as it sprang up and down from the impact.
Tora climbed back to her feet, trying to dodge Chyna's hard blows to
her chest, but this time not being so lucky. Tora's chest stung as Chyna's
hand rapidly hit her there, one, two, three, four. It kept coming.
Jeff held his breath in anticipation. Afraid of what was to happen next.
He bit his lip, and hung his arms over the ropes watching intently.
Chyna grabbed her, and gave her a DDT, but it didn't keep her down
for long. Tora shot back to her feet, ready to fight. Grabbing her by her
wrists, Chyna forced her back into Jeff, knocking him down off the ring
to the cement below.
Fazed, Tora screamed at Jeff. "Are you okay?" After receiving a refreshing
nod from Jeff, assuring his safety, she returned in full mind to the match.
Chyna gave her the bulldog, and Tora lay motionless on the mat. Remarkably,
Chyna didn't pin her, she just stood there, watching her like a hawk.
Tora's face was turned slightly on the mat. She breathed heavily, breathing
in the mat. She stirred, shaking her head. She slid her arms up and supported
her weight on her hands and wrists, then sliding her legs up, supporting
the rest of her on her knees. She climbed wearily to her feet. Took a deep
breath, and continued her fight, pulling Chyna down to the mat.
Chyna shook her head in a 'what the hell happened' fashion. Jeff gave
a miniature guns to Tora, encouraging her even more.
Chyna climbed to her feet, and Tora grabbed for her neck. Chyna ducked,
missing the swing, but not missing Tora's leg wrapping around her knee,
pulling her down in a trip. Once she made it back to her feet, Tora tried
again for her neck, this time managing it.
Tora screamed, and gave the guns, the pulling a perfect 'Twist Of Fate'
. Chyna fell to the mat, motionless, as Tora went for the pin.
One...two... and a kick out. Not fazed by the outcome, Tora climbed
to the turn buckle for a 'Swanton Bomb'. Managing to pull it off, she went
for the pin again. One... two... nearly three, when a body kicked her from
behind.
Tora sprang around, to see who it was. Chyna rolled out of the ring
and into safety, as Tora climbed to her feet. There, standing in front
of her, was Stone Cold Steve Austin. Jeff climbed angrily into the ring,
and running to the opposite corner to assist Tora, but was to late.
Austin stunnered her, there, then and fast. Tora fell to the ring in
shards. And layed motionless. So motionless in fact, you couldn't really
tell she was breathing. Jeff slid to her side, looking up at Stone Cold.
Stone Cold smirked a demonic grin, as hate flashed across Jeff's face.
He turned, and left the ring, retreating into the back. Jeff stayed, kneeling
by Tora's hardly breathing body in the middle of the ring. He brushed the
hair from her face and spoke softly, trying to make sure she was at least
still conscious.
"Tora, answer me" he said. No answer, just silence, and the loud gasping
of the crowd.
"Come on Tora! Answer me! Please! Answer me!"