CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: WHO WILL SURVIVE?



On Sunday Night Heat, the Alliance announced their third candidate for the women's six pack match - Mighty Molly. Molly Holly had unexpectedly defected to the Alliance and become Hurricane Helms's sidekick. She looked as stupid in her pink cape as Helms did in his green one. Poor Spike.

Molly's defection left a spot open in the WWF's roster, which was promptly filled by Lita. She'd end up coming close to winning, but Trish would come away with the belt.

Jeff and Matt's steel cage tag team match with the Dudleys soon followed.

"Good luck," Eve said the Team Xtreme as they were about the head off to the ramp for their match. "And Jeff, try not to do too many swantons off the top of the cage, please."

"I offer no guarantees, babe, but I promise I'll try."

It was those words later on that made Jeff pause while he was standing on the top of the steel cage, staring down a the scene of Bubba Ray Dudley laid out perfectly on a table. Excellent set up for a swanton bomb. Once he nailed it, pinning Bubba for the win would be a snap. But that promise... He looked down at Matt, who was standing outside the ring and screaming at him to get down, then he looked back to Bubba. After a few seconds more of thought, Jeff made his decision. He climbed down and joined his brother outside the ring.

The Hardy Boyz were Tag Team Champions once again.


Eve went down to ringside with her head held high and looking confident. No one in the audience knew how nervous she truly was. She'd pissed off quite a few men from the Alliance since she'd gotten the Hardcore title, having beaten every single one she'd come up against so far.

When Vince got into the ring, Eve gave him a wide berth while he strutted his stuff and warmed up the crowd to get them eager for his announcement. Lita's first guess was correct - Eve would be facing Tazz.

Tazz came to ringside with a black fringed towel on his head that made him look like a chubby Jamaican. He grabbed a microphone and headed into the ring, tossing the towel carelessly aside.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll try not to hurt you too badly in our little match tonight."

Eve's eyebrows shot up into her hair line. She motioned for her own microphone. "Baby? Puh-lease! And I think you should be the one worried about getting hurt, Tazzy boy. I've beaten every single man that's challenged me for this belt and sent them away with their tails between their legs. I don't think you'll be any different." Eve went to return the microphone and Tazz smiled widely like he wasn't taking her seriously.

Eve noticed Dee and Derek in the audience and had a thought. Instead of handing the microphone off to someone outside the ring, she raised it and spoke again. "Before we get things started here, Tazz, there's a little something I want to get off my mind. A friend of mine pointed something out to me earlier today about you and I can't help thinking how right she was about it."


Backstage in the room where all the WWF wrestlers that weren't fighting or had already fought had gathered to watch the outcome of the main event, Team Xtreme looked on in concern.

"She wouldn't," Matt said.

"She would," Jeff and Lita replied.


"Your haircut looks like you gave your head a woman's bikini wax. I guess that makes you a pussy!" Eve threw the microphone up into the air as Tazz roared in outrage and charged at her.

It was a bloody battle - literally - but Eve won it with her snakesplitter, which wasn't easy to put around Tazz's thick waist. When the bell sounded, everyone cheered and chants of, "Tazz is a pussy," could be heard.

Eve headed backstage for a quick patch up job from the doc, then went to the gathering room to watch the final match with the others.

"You are insane!" Jeff said when she entered. He got up and gave her his seat.

"Takes one the know one," Eve replied flippantly. She took the offered seat. "So how does it feel having that thing back around your waist?" Eve tapped the Tag Team belt Jeff wore with an index finger.

"Excellent!"


The final match was soon down to just the Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin. Big Show, Kane, and Undertaker had been eliminated and were now in the gathering room with the others. Jericho had been eliminated right after Kurt Angle and was now walking up the ramp. He suddenly turned and headed back into the ring, striking Rocky in the head with the WCW Championship belt.

"That dumb little motherfucker!" Undertaker swore and fled the room, Kane hot on his heels. Undertaker appeared on the monitor quickly, but not Kane - the latter must be waiting for when he might really be needed - and started teaching Jericho a lesson. He dragged him backstage and the match continued.

Austin nearly had the match won when an unexpected thing happened: Angle entered the ring and hit Austin in the face with Rock's Championship belt. He ducked out and tossed the belt away before the referee got up and saw what he'd been up to. Rock got the pin on Austin shortly after and won the match.


"God, that was wonderful!" Dee exclaimed later when she and Derek met up with Eve.

"Which part?" Eve asked.

"All of it!"

Eve laughed. "Come on, lets go back to the hotel and get some sleep."