Part 14: Preparation
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The Arena
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Heavynne watched as Calliope and Steve sparred in the ring. Her mind was elsewhere.
'Was it all a dream?' she wondered, toying with the peridot at her throat. 'Did Taker come to my balconey this morning? Did he really kiss me? Was it a dream?'
"Earth to Heavynne!" Calliope yelled to her from the middle of the ring, hands on her hips.
She blinked, brought back to the present.
"If we're having a three person team for this last man standing match, you kind of need to be in here," The red head pointed out.
"Get yer ass in here," Steve added, blue eyes twinkling.
"They won't be wrestling," Heavynne said, not knowing how she knew that, but trusting her intuition. "They'll be using magic."
"We're gonna whoop their asses!" Steve told her, "Magic or not. Now get in here and do that Avenging Angel thing of yours."
Jericho watched from the front of the arena as Heavynne, Calliope and Steve practiced in the ring. He never believed in all that magic crap-that was, until he met Heavynne and her sisters.
She was like an angel, with silvery blonde hair and luminous green eyes. And for some reason, she felt that that demon, Undertaker, was worth saving. For the life of him, Jericho couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was the whole balance thing. Yin and Yang, good and evil. But if Heavynne thought there was something in Taker worth saving, there must be. He trusted her inuition.
But he'd be damned if he let the Dead Man hurt Heavynne. Which was why he planned to be waiting on the sidelines tonight, and if the Ministry tried anything, they would regret it.
With one last glance at the trio in the ring, Jericho turned and walked into his dressing room.
In the Alley
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He stood in the shadows of the arena. It was twilight, the sky was a silvery-blue colour with a hint of purple. The moon rising was orange.
Kane clenched his leather clad fists. Vince wasn't letting him wrestle, concerned that Ravyn would throw his wrestling off. Instead, he put Steve in. McMahon didn't understand the Power the Ministry could wield. Which was why he was making sure Stone Cold wasn't wrestling tonight.
"Kane?" Steve's voice rang out in the alley. "Where are you, boy?"
Kane looked around the corner to see Austin walking out the back door of the arena with his back to him. Picking up the two by four piece of wood, Kane silently stepped behind the Rattlesnake and slammed it into the back of his head.
"Sorry, Steve," Kane rasped, dragging the unconscious man behind the dumpster. "But this isn't your fight."
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The Arena
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Heavynne watched as Calliope and Steve sparred in the ring. Her mind was elsewhere.
'Was it all a dream?' she wondered, toying with the peridot at her throat. 'Did Taker come to my balconey this morning? Did he really kiss me? Was it a dream?'
"Earth to Heavynne!" Calliope yelled to her from the middle of the ring, hands on her hips.
She blinked, brought back to the present.
"If we're having a three person team for this last man standing match, you kind of need to be in here," The red head pointed out.
"Get yer ass in here," Steve added, blue eyes twinkling.
"They won't be wrestling," Heavynne said, not knowing how she knew that, but trusting her intuition. "They'll be using magic."
"We're gonna whoop their asses!" Steve told her, "Magic or not. Now get in here and do that Avenging Angel thing of yours."
Jericho watched from the front of the arena as Heavynne, Calliope and Steve practiced in the ring. He never believed in all that magic crap-that was, until he met Heavynne and her sisters.
She was like an angel, with silvery blonde hair and luminous green eyes. And for some reason, she felt that that demon, Undertaker, was worth saving. For the life of him, Jericho couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was the whole balance thing. Yin and Yang, good and evil. But if Heavynne thought there was something in Taker worth saving, there must be. He trusted her inuition.
But he'd be damned if he let the Dead Man hurt Heavynne. Which was why he planned to be waiting on the sidelines tonight, and if the Ministry tried anything, they would regret it.
With one last glance at the trio in the ring, Jericho turned and walked into his dressing room.
In the Alley
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He stood in the shadows of the arena. It was twilight, the sky was a silvery-blue colour with a hint of purple. The moon rising was orange.
Kane clenched his leather clad fists. Vince wasn't letting him wrestle, concerned that Ravyn would throw his wrestling off. Instead, he put Steve in. McMahon didn't understand the Power the Ministry could wield. Which was why he was making sure Stone Cold wasn't wrestling tonight.
"Kane?" Steve's voice rang out in the alley. "Where are you, boy?"
Kane looked around the corner to see Austin walking out the back door of the arena with his back to him. Picking up the two by four piece of wood, Kane silently stepped behind the Rattlesnake and slammed it into the back of his head.
"Sorry, Steve," Kane rasped, dragging the unconscious man behind the dumpster. "But this isn't your fight."