War is RAW

Mark woke up to a blow in the ribs. He coughed and put his hands to his face. He realized that his hands and face were wet and when he pulled his hands away to look at them he saw that they were covered in blood. Looking around, he found that he was in the ring in the center of the arena. He was horrified by the terrible sight of carnage that lay before him. All of the fans lay butchered in their seats, their blood cascaded over the edge of the balcony onto the floor below like a waterfall. JR and Heyman were lying dead at their commentators' table. He stood up with a bit of difficulty and had to grab the turnbuckle to keep from falling down. He rested his head upon the turnbuckle and try to gain his composure. The silence was deafening. Then he heard the clapping. It grew louder and louder the longer he didn't look at who was doing it. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore he let out a horrible yell and collapsed to his knees. Damian smiled and walked quietly towards the ring. He stopped briefly by a slumped body near the railing in the front row. Still smiling, he grabbed the person by the hair and sat him up. It was Vince McMahon. He had been savagely mutilated. A look of utter terror was frozen on his face. Damian just patted his face and looked at Mark. "You did this you know," he said. "You did all of this."

"No," Mark was able to bring himself to say. "I didn't…"

"You didn't what?" Damian asked in a shouting tone. "You didn't give up your soul to get where you are? You didn't get everything I ever promised you and more? You didn't get worshipped as if you were the Second Coming of Christ? You didn't turn your back on us all when the Angel came to give you salvation?" His eyes glowed a bright green at the last question. The heat of his anger poured off of him so intensely that Mark could feel it even in the ring.

"You didn't tell me it would be like it was," said Mark, trying to defend himself.

"Oh, BULLSHIT!" Damian shouted. "You knew who I was from the moment you first met me! Don't ever try to play dumb with me! You're very bad at it."

"Are you going to talk all day or am I going to make you famous?" Mark challenged him as he stood again.

"But I'm already famous," Damian said. "It is I who made YOU famous."

Mark moved to step over the top rope, but Damian put his hand up and an invisible force shoved him back into the center of the ring on his back.

"Just where did you think you were going?" taunted Damian with a flash of his green eyes. He waved his hand again and Mark lifted into the air. "We're not done here." With a gesture he flung Mark out into the fifth row of seats. Mark landed with a muffled crash and sent chairs, bodies, and body parts flying.

"That all you got, Damian?" Mark said mocking him.

"You insolent little fuck," spat Damian as he raised Mark into the air again. "Do you understand how close to death you truly are?"

"Not as close as you," said Mark as he struggled to raise his arm. Damian frowned and tossed Mark back into the ring. "You're losing your temper, Damian." Mark grinned and put his arm straight out in front of himself and Damian's back slammed into the railing. Mark stood quickly as he knew that Damian would not allow his powers to be blocked for very long.


Sara had found Aurora and the two of them were fighting in the hallway in the South Wing. Sara punched Aurora in the face and spun her like a top only to be met with a spinning kick to the face. Sara slammed into the wall a bit winded. Aurora recovered and turned to face Sara. Sara put her guard up and moved forward. She swung at Aurora only to have her blow blocked. Aurora grabbed Sara by the arms and crossed them in front of her. "You have no idea how long I've waited for today," she hissed in Sara's face. Sara glared at her and headbutted her in the nose. Aurora let go of Sara's arms and put her hand to her face. She was bleeding. "Bitch." Her eyes flashed green.

"Thank you," said Sara. Her eyes flashed blue and she punched Aurora in the stomach and then threw her face first into the opposite wall.


Kane was wandering the halls with Tajiri at his side. They were looking through all of the locker rooms in the arena only to find no Damian and the dead savaged bodies of all the other wrestlers. They opened the last locker room and found the bodies of Raven, Lance Storm, Chris Jericho, Stacey Kiebler, and Torrie Wilson. Tajiri collapsed to his knees as he saw her. Kane noticed that their blood drenched the walls and ceiling as much as the floor. He put his hand on Tajiri's shoulder. "We'll get even, I promise," he said. Tajiri nodded his head and slowly got to his feet. The two of them left the room and continued searching the halls.


Amano and Meathook walked down the aisle to join Damian at ringside. Meathook's barbed wire bat materialized in his hand while a pair of kamas appeared in Amano's hands. "Time to pay the piper, Mark," said Damian as he stood up. Meathook and Amano's eyes flashed green as they ascended the stairs to get in the ring. Mark backed away from them and stood in the center of the ring.


Kane and Tajiri walked passed the crucified and disemboweled body of the Rock to enter the stadium area of the arena. They stopped when they saw that Amano and Meathook had boxed in Mark and Damian was just standing looking on amused. Kane's eyes turned green and he raised his arms and brought them down to set the ring posts and ropes on fire. Damian turned to look at Kane, his eyes glowing green. "You!" he hissed. He brought his hands up towards Kane and two beams of green energy leapt out. Kane barely had enough time to shove Tajiri aside as they shot through his chest and exploded out his back, sending blood, pieces of flesh, and bone everywhere. Kane staggered back and looked down at the two gaping holes in his torso. Damian smiled cruelly. Kane dropped to his knees and the green glow in his eyes began to fade. He turned his head to look at Tajiri and then fell facedown on the rampway.

Tajiri looked at Kane as he fell and then he squinted at Damian. His eyes flashed blue…

To be continued…