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The cleaner stood quietly in the corner, dusting.
Triple H and Kurt Angle were oblivious to her presence as they talked.
"So we're agreed?" Angle asked. "You challenge Kane, and beat him, when the woman comes out to interfere, I come out as well, and we find out who she is."
Triple H nodded. `That way, we both get what we want."
The pair shook hands, before they rose and left, each going a different way.
One they had gone, the cleaner dropped all pretence of cleaning, and quickly headed out. She slipped along the corridor until she reached the room that was her destination. She pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of one sleeve of her loose top, scribbled something down, and pushed the not under the door. It read simply:
"Taker.
Keep Kane away from a screen tonight.
Wraith."
Triple H walked out, accompanied by his music and the cheering of the crowd. The referee handed him a microphone and the crowd quietened.
"Since our last was interfered with Kane, I challenge you to a rematch. This time you won't be so lucky."
He paused and waited.
Then came the familiar explosion, but Triple H's grin of triumph faded as he realised that instead of the red fire that usually preceded Kane, this was white fire. As it faded, the slim woman in skintight white emerged and began to make her way down the ramp.
Triple H was stunned. This was something that he hadn't planned for. He had expected Kane to come first.
The woman somersaulted over the top rope and into the ring, and gave him a chill grin through her mask.
"Didn't expect to see me?" she asked quietly, but the microphone that Triple H still held picked up her words.
Behind her, Triple H saw Kurt Angle emerge. Since this woman had changed the plan, so had Angle. HHH had to keep her distracted.
"Why are you defending Kane?" he asked her bluntly while all the while Kurt Angle moved closer.
"Because I want to." The woman in white replied.
"Do you have a name?"
"Many. Although in this time, this place, this incarnation, I am Wraith."
As she spoke her name, Angle lunged forward, attempting to grab her, but she was ready for him. She leapt straight upwards, easily, and astoundingly, reaching six feet up, letting Kurt Angle crash straight into Triple H. She landed on the ground again, and bent over the two stunned men.
She hauled Angle off Triple H, before her hands grasped them round the throat.
The announcer burbled away in the background.
"And this mystery woman has just grabbed two of the best wrestlers in the WWF by the throat! Surely she can't be attempting a double chokeslam? But yes, she is, and she's lifting them. This thin woman is lifting both Triple H and Kurt Angle as easily as if they were bags of shopping! Chokeslam!"
The woman looked down at the two he had just slammed into the mat, and raised one eyebrow.
She held out her hand, and the referee tossed a mic to her which she caught before speaking.
"Next time, think before you issue a challenge that you may not be able to fulfil."
She turned, about to leave, when there was another explosion, red flames that leaped skyward. This woman, who had not yet shown fear, now glanced frantically around as Kane appeared at the top of the ramp, accompanied by the Undertaker.
Wraith crouched low to the ground, taking up a defensive stance as the two approached. The Undertaker carried a microphone and as he slid into the ring before Kane, he began to speak.
"Wraith, the time has come for this deceit to end. Kane knows everything now. You have nothing to lose."
Wraith seemed to shrink in on herself, before she unbent from her crouched position and stood once more.
"You told him?" she asked.
"I did. But he wants to hear the admission from your own lips."
Wraith looked towards the imposing figure of Kane. She slid one hand into a thigh pocket of her white bodysuit, and removed three slips of paper. She then approached Kane and offered the papers to him.
"I am your daughter Kane." She said simply and the whole arena went dead silent. Nothing was heard.
"The DNA results prove that conclusively. There is no if or maybe. It is a definite." Her words fell like leaden drops into the air, with the crowds hanging onto them, eager for the next revelation. The Undertaker moved over to Kane, and the three stood there together in tableau. Slowly, the figure of Kane extended an arm and wrapped it over the shoulders of Wraith. The Undertaker did the same on her other side. They stood there together as a family for a long moment, before they turned and walked away up the ramp, leaving a stunned silence behind them as they exited.
The cleaner stood quietly in the corner, dusting.
Triple H and Kurt Angle were oblivious to her presence as they talked.
"So we're agreed?" Angle asked. "You challenge Kane, and beat him, when the woman comes out to interfere, I come out as well, and we find out who she is."
Triple H nodded. `That way, we both get what we want."
The pair shook hands, before they rose and left, each going a different way.
One they had gone, the cleaner dropped all pretence of cleaning, and quickly headed out. She slipped along the corridor until she reached the room that was her destination. She pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of one sleeve of her loose top, scribbled something down, and pushed the not under the door. It read simply:
"Taker.
Keep Kane away from a screen tonight.
Wraith."
Triple H walked out, accompanied by his music and the cheering of the crowd. The referee handed him a microphone and the crowd quietened.
"Since our last was interfered with Kane, I challenge you to a rematch. This time you won't be so lucky."
He paused and waited.
Then came the familiar explosion, but Triple H's grin of triumph faded as he realised that instead of the red fire that usually preceded Kane, this was white fire. As it faded, the slim woman in skintight white emerged and began to make her way down the ramp.
Triple H was stunned. This was something that he hadn't planned for. He had expected Kane to come first.
The woman somersaulted over the top rope and into the ring, and gave him a chill grin through her mask.
"Didn't expect to see me?" she asked quietly, but the microphone that Triple H still held picked up her words.
Behind her, Triple H saw Kurt Angle emerge. Since this woman had changed the plan, so had Angle. HHH had to keep her distracted.
"Why are you defending Kane?" he asked her bluntly while all the while Kurt Angle moved closer.
"Because I want to." The woman in white replied.
"Do you have a name?"
"Many. Although in this time, this place, this incarnation, I am Wraith."
As she spoke her name, Angle lunged forward, attempting to grab her, but she was ready for him. She leapt straight upwards, easily, and astoundingly, reaching six feet up, letting Kurt Angle crash straight into Triple H. She landed on the ground again, and bent over the two stunned men.
She hauled Angle off Triple H, before her hands grasped them round the throat.
The announcer burbled away in the background.
"And this mystery woman has just grabbed two of the best wrestlers in the WWF by the throat! Surely she can't be attempting a double chokeslam? But yes, she is, and she's lifting them. This thin woman is lifting both Triple H and Kurt Angle as easily as if they were bags of shopping! Chokeslam!"
The woman looked down at the two he had just slammed into the mat, and raised one eyebrow.
She held out her hand, and the referee tossed a mic to her which she caught before speaking.
"Next time, think before you issue a challenge that you may not be able to fulfil."
She turned, about to leave, when there was another explosion, red flames that leaped skyward. This woman, who had not yet shown fear, now glanced frantically around as Kane appeared at the top of the ramp, accompanied by the Undertaker.
Wraith crouched low to the ground, taking up a defensive stance as the two approached. The Undertaker carried a microphone and as he slid into the ring before Kane, he began to speak.
"Wraith, the time has come for this deceit to end. Kane knows everything now. You have nothing to lose."
Wraith seemed to shrink in on herself, before she unbent from her crouched position and stood once more.
"You told him?" she asked.
"I did. But he wants to hear the admission from your own lips."
Wraith looked towards the imposing figure of Kane. She slid one hand into a thigh pocket of her white bodysuit, and removed three slips of paper. She then approached Kane and offered the papers to him.
"I am your daughter Kane." She said simply and the whole arena went dead silent. Nothing was heard.
"The DNA results prove that conclusively. There is no if or maybe. It is a definite." Her words fell like leaden drops into the air, with the crowds hanging onto them, eager for the next revelation. The Undertaker moved over to Kane, and the three stood there together in tableau. Slowly, the figure of Kane extended an arm and wrapped it over the shoulders of Wraith. The Undertaker did the same on her other side. They stood there together as a family for a long moment, before they turned and walked away up the ramp, leaving a stunned silence behind them as they exited.