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((Sorry about the fact that this fic vanished for a while, I uploaded the wrong chapter ( Lord of the Rings and wrestling?!?!?) and when I tried to fix it, I uploaded the right chapter but in the wrong place. And of course, the chapter I erased, I didn't have a copy of. So the first chapter will be slightly different that it was. Okay, enough spam from me, on with the fic!))
Triple H stood on the top turnbuckle of the ring, arms raised as he drank in the adulation of the crowd. Their cheers coursed through his blood, filling him with joy. Kane lay on the mat, unconscious beside the comatose referee. All that remained to do was the count, but that was a foregone conclusion and Triple H knew it. He savoured this moment.
From out beneath the Titontron ran a figure. Triple H was so engrossed in the adulation of the crowd that he didn't notice its arrival until the figure neatly somersaulted over the top rope and landed lightly in the ring.
She was clad in a tight fitting white bodysuit, dappled over with grey. Her hair was white and fell down to her shoulders, tied back in a neat ponytail. Her face was masked, also with white.
She did not speak, but stepped forward, grabbed HHH's ankles and yanked him off the turnbuckle. He thudded to the mat, and immediately was on his feet again, face flushing red with anger. Who did she think she was?
He stepped forward, intending to make her regret what she did, but abruptly he found himself on the ground with an agonising pain in his throat.
"Clothesline!" the announcers called out from the sidelines, craning to see the action in the ring.
The match continued, with HHH getting the beating of his life from the mystery woman. He was reeling on his feet, when the woman stepped forward, hand extending to grasp around his throat. Her fingers contracted and her arm tensed as she lifted Triple H into the air, before slamming him down onto the canvas and into the darkness of unconsciousness.
"Chokeslam! This mystery woman has choke slammed Triple H!"
But the woman wasn't finished yet. She dragged the three, Triple H, Kane and the referee closer together, before neatly vaulting over the ropes again and moving to the announcer's table. Taking the jug of water that was there; she raised it before dashing it full into the faces of Kane and the referee. As the pair spluttered awake, she made a hasty, and quiet exit.
Kane was the first to come round, and saw Triple H out on the floor. As the ref awoke from his stupor, he saw the tableau and came to the obvious conclusion.
"I give you your winner, by knockout...Kane!"
((Sorry about the fact that this fic vanished for a while, I uploaded the wrong chapter ( Lord of the Rings and wrestling?!?!?) and when I tried to fix it, I uploaded the right chapter but in the wrong place. And of course, the chapter I erased, I didn't have a copy of. So the first chapter will be slightly different that it was. Okay, enough spam from me, on with the fic!))
Triple H stood on the top turnbuckle of the ring, arms raised as he drank in the adulation of the crowd. Their cheers coursed through his blood, filling him with joy. Kane lay on the mat, unconscious beside the comatose referee. All that remained to do was the count, but that was a foregone conclusion and Triple H knew it. He savoured this moment.
From out beneath the Titontron ran a figure. Triple H was so engrossed in the adulation of the crowd that he didn't notice its arrival until the figure neatly somersaulted over the top rope and landed lightly in the ring.
She was clad in a tight fitting white bodysuit, dappled over with grey. Her hair was white and fell down to her shoulders, tied back in a neat ponytail. Her face was masked, also with white.
She did not speak, but stepped forward, grabbed HHH's ankles and yanked him off the turnbuckle. He thudded to the mat, and immediately was on his feet again, face flushing red with anger. Who did she think she was?
He stepped forward, intending to make her regret what she did, but abruptly he found himself on the ground with an agonising pain in his throat.
"Clothesline!" the announcers called out from the sidelines, craning to see the action in the ring.
The match continued, with HHH getting the beating of his life from the mystery woman. He was reeling on his feet, when the woman stepped forward, hand extending to grasp around his throat. Her fingers contracted and her arm tensed as she lifted Triple H into the air, before slamming him down onto the canvas and into the darkness of unconsciousness.
"Chokeslam! This mystery woman has choke slammed Triple H!"
But the woman wasn't finished yet. She dragged the three, Triple H, Kane and the referee closer together, before neatly vaulting over the ropes again and moving to the announcer's table. Taking the jug of water that was there; she raised it before dashing it full into the faces of Kane and the referee. As the pair spluttered awake, she made a hasty, and quiet exit.
Kane was the first to come round, and saw Triple H out on the floor. As the ref awoke from his stupor, he saw the tableau and came to the obvious conclusion.
"I give you your winner, by knockout...Kane!"