Chapter 13 - NO MERCY
Pyro began to go off, filling the arena with smoke, and causing the arena to shudder and shake with it's noise. The arena was full, with fans swarming the arena with signs showing support for their favorite wrestlers. there were people all over the place, with one paritcular exception. The Ring...and the ominous Hell in The Cell hanging above it. Outside of the ring, there was the barbed wire and all of the equipment to be used for the Japanese Death Match. It promised to be the most explosive, violent and action packed Pay Per Views of all time. It would have made ECW proud.
Good old JR, Tazz and Paul Heyman were at ringside, and as per tradition for the Pay Per Views, the Spanish Announcers team were ready for whatever would come their way.
Indeed, it was to be a night of sheer action.
"Good Evening and this is NO MERCY!" Yelled JR to open up the broadcast.
"And this is Tazz from down in Red Hook and we have one hell of a show for you all here tonight!" Yelled Tazz.
"Tonight, we will witness some of the most bloody matches in history. The debt of Tommy Dreamer, Rob Van Dam in a No Disqualification match against Rhyno and Hardcore Holly, as well as Hell in a Cell, the Hardy Boyz against the Dudleyz. But the REAL reason we are all here, is the finale to a very dangerous and bloody story that has led us here." Spoke Paul Heyman.
"That's right Paul. Tonight, we arrive at the finale of the quest of six men for the WWF Heavyweight Title. Tonight, we witness the first ever Japanese Death Match in the World Wrestling Federation. Triple H, Shawn Michaels, the Rock, Chris Jericho, Austin, and Kane in what will be the most brutal match in WWF history. Tonight, at No Mercy, we will witness one man rising above the rest to become the Champion."
Paul began to yell, his eyes glaring wildly into the camera. "Men will be destroyed, and one man will arise above the bloody mess, like a titan. Only one will surive this."
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Shawn Michaels smirked as he looked himself in the mirror. Sure his back was hurting him, and yeah he probably would get hurt and cut. But it didn't matter. He came back for one reason and one reason only, Austin. He could remember his career practically ending at his hands at Wrestlemania years ago. And he never forgot it.
And besides, it was only fitting that he was in the first of their matches. Because he was the showstoppa! He was the Heartbreak Kid!
And he wanted the gold.
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Kane looked at his mask, holding it in his hands. His new mask, his new costume. Darker, very edgy. And his mask, allowing him to speak. It no longer covered his mouth, which had healed quite significantly over the years. Yes...it would inspire more fear than ever. He had even been told he would have a new theme preformed called "Slow Chemical". He couldn't wait to hear it.
He put his glove on, and then put his mask on. Yes...he was ready. They were about an hour and a half into the pay per view, and allready the ECW style matchup had caused the ring to be spilled with the blood of warriors.
He sat down and looked at himself in the mirror, and at the image staring back at himself. Only now he saw a man instead of a heartless monster. Not a monster anymore, but a warrior. Perhaps this was his destiny.
"So it has come down to this. Is this really what you wanted?" He spoke, looking into the mirror. "There is no turning back now." He looked himself in the eyes, smirking slightly. Yes...although he hated to admit it, he enjoyed what he did to his opponents. They deserved everything they got. He was a bit worried about going overboard, but it was what came natural. Yes he had a very dark side to him, but it was part of him, it wasn't all of him.
He stood up and turned around, expecting to see Tori or Chyna, wishing him luck. But no one was there...as expected. Most people wanted to stay away, leaving the warriors of the night in their own. Letting them get psyched up. Because tonight would change their lives forever.
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Triple H sat alone in his dressing room, staring blankly ahead, getting prepared. He put on his fist tape, and began to breath. Very slowly. Very deeply. He kept his opponents in his head tonight, and especially Kane. So this was his biggest test. This would seperate him from the rest. Everything had come to this point.
Stephanie would eventually crawl back to him. She always did. Even when he made it painfully obvious that she was being used, she would crawl back. Michaels would be living up to his use, but after tonight Triple H wouldn't need him. He wouldn't need anybody. With the defeat of his greatest rivals tonight in this ring, he would prove that he was the game, that he deserved to be on top. The boys in the locker room would have no choice but to bow to him, to treat him with the proper respect. No more glares, no more attempting to best him. They would fear the game.
And Kane...his biggest weakness would be exploited, and it would destroy him tonight.
Holding up his trusty sledgehammer, he smiled cruelly. Then he became aware that a camera was upon him. He looked towards it, with the darkness in the room being illuminated only by the light of the camera. It looked like Triple H was hiding in shadow, and he smiled cruelly.
"Tonight, I will reveal the point of this whole game. All of these pitiful little scuffles, they will end. We all know that tonight is the end of it all. Tonight, you will all see why I am the game. You will see that Austin, Kane, Jericho and the Rock, are all wannabe's. That they cannot possibly stay in the same ring as me. They are not in the same league as me. Tonight, you will truly realize that I AM game. And I am THAT...DAMN...GOOD!"
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Foley walked around backstage, looking at the match. So this was it. After this final match, the REAL bloodshed would begin. But something caught his eye. "Oh no...not this!"
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Jeff Hardy stood on top of the Cell, looking down towards D-Von as he lay on the pile of tables they had set up. Four Tables, one on top of another. Bubba Ray and Matt were knocked out on top of the cell, and for a moment, it seemed just as if Jeff was alone in the world.
Alone and on top. On top of the world, on top of the World Wrestling Federation. He could feel destiny, fate, all of it all around him. He could see the crowd, cheering for him. And he thought back to all of those video's he watched. Feeling greatness and watching it.
He smiled slightly and looked at the crowd. Raising their hands and screaming. This was the moment. He could feel it inside of him. Inside of his blood. He looked down toards D-Von, lying semi-conscious on those tables. And suddenly, Jeff spread his arms in the air like an eagle.
Yes...this was the moment. He yelled into the air, and then lept into the air, and watched the world go in slow motion. He felt freedom as he preformed the swanton. He felt at peace. He closed his eyes with a tranquil smile. Yes...he felt at peace.
And then he felt a breif pain, and then nothing. He would neither feel or think anything for a very long time.
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"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS HE IS BROKEN IN HALF!" Yelled JR as he watched Jeff Hardy crash through D-Von and the pile of tables, landing awkwardly on his head. Cracking his skull open, blood poured all over D-Von and the tables.
The audience stood up in silence, watching as the medics ran down, checking on his condition. Matt Hardy immedietly left the ring and exited the cell, looking at Jeff. Lita ran down from out back to help out, and Jeff was put on a streacher, and rushed to an ambulance out back. Mick Foley whiped a tear from his eye as he watched Jeff carried away.
He should have known eventually Jeff Hardy would try to follow in his footsteps. The boy idolized him, and he had been acting weird since he had heard he would be in a Hell in the Cell matchup. But the show had to go on.
A man walked up towards him. "Well, it looks like Jeff is in a coma, we have no idea how long he'll be there. And we don't know what's going to happen, but I suspect there is some spine damage. It's safe to say his career is over."
Foley nodded and let the medic go about his business, looking towards one of the producers. "Are we going to cancel the show?"
Foley thought about it and shook his head. "No. This was Jeff's decision. Leave it with him. Set up the Japanese Death Match and raise the cell. We have to settle this. This whole situation has been making everyone go nuts. We've lost so much of this roster because of this war between all of these guys. It ends tonight."
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As the ring got set up, the familiar music of HBK could be heard, as Shawn Michaels walked down the ramp, smirking to himself and waving to everyone. The crowd, though shocked, waved like mad to the Heartbreak kid. He stepped between the Barbed Wire Ropes, oblivious to what was happening around him.
Then the countdown to Y2J could be heard, and then Chris Jericho began to walk down the ramp. Jericho was no stranger to violent matches, and having fought in Japan, he knew what kind of match this would be. Entering the ring, he waited, determined to prove he was good enough to remain amoung the strong.
"IF YOU SMELLLLLLL....WHAT THE ROCK...IS COOKIN'!" Blared over the arena speaker as the People's Champion walked down to the ring, looking around at the crowd. This was not a match he necessarily wanted to be in, but the people expected him there. And that's why he was doing this. For the people, and to prove that he was the best.
The sound of glass shattering filled the arena as Stone Cold Steve Austin walked towards the ring. His eyes filled with intensity. Entering the ring, he looked towards the Rock and Jericho, and then he just glared towards Sean Michaels, who just smirked and waved back. Austin smirked cruelly and threw his vest off.
Triple H's entrance was next, as he slowly walked towards the ring, glaring towards his adverseraries. They were dangerous, but he truly knew that it would come down to him and Kane. His trusty sledehammer would be under the ring. Yes...it was going to be time to play the Game.
Fire exploded from the entrance ramp, and the music began to play, and then Kane, the Big Red Machine, the Monster, made his way towards the ring. His eyes focused upon Triple H, the barb wire ring. He smiled cruelly. Yes...this was the moment. This was the time.
He slowly entered the ring and looked at his opponents gathered in the ring, taking the whole scene in. The ring was allready stained with the blood of competitors. The metal barb wire posts and ropes gleamed in the stadium light. The C4 explosives scattered around the ring were seen. And he could see the barrels, the timed explosive barrels. And then he loked at his nemesis, Triple H. As Howard Finkle began to announce the rules of the match, Kane and Triple H locked eyes on each other. The intensity and hatred began to fill the air between them. It didn't matter that the explosives would go off 15 minutes into the match. It didn't matter that they would endure more pain tonight than any other time in their lives.
And then the bell rung.
Immedietly Kane and Triple H went after each other, throwing punches at each other left and right, with Kane gaining the advantage. Kane then pushed Triple H towards the ropes, and Triple H simply hopped between the barbed wires. Kane then took his attention to the other opponents. The Rock and Jericho were brawling, and HBK and Austin were at it as well. Kane ran towards HBK and Austin first, clotheslining them both. Then he grabbed the Rock and threw him towards the corner ringpost.
The barbed wire entered the back of the Great One, and he yelled in agony, and then ran towards Kane. Kane ducked the clothesline and watched as it hit HBK, knocking him down and over.
Then Kane felt a strong right hand hit his mask and then he turned towards Austin, and then they began to brawl, until Kane was dropkicked by Jericho in the back, and he fell forward, pushing Austin forward. Austin fell into the barbed wire ropes and got twisted up in it. Blood began to pour from his arms as he was tangled in the wire. Kane then started to brawl with Chris Jericho until they were both clotheslined by the Rock, and Kane fell backwards over the barb wire, feeling the wire cut his back. Almost all of them were bleeding now, with Austin now untangling himself, only to find himself in a brawl with Triple H.
Kane re-entered the ring and ran towards HBK, picking him up and throwing him to the ground in a military press slam, right on top of the C4. The small explosion burnt the back of his back, and Michaels screamed in pain, and it was sweet. There were 3 C4 explosives left in the ring. Then he felt a chair slam into the back of his head.
Jericho slammed the chair down onto Kane again, the chair bending against the head of the big red machine. Jericho hit him again, and Kane fell backwards towards the ringpost, getting tangled in the wire. Jericho hit him with the chair again, and blood began to pour from his forehead.
"GET UP!" Yelled Jericho, but Kane pulled himself out of the wire and grabbed Jericho by the neck, and threw him into the wire. Jericho became tangled and bloody. Then Kane turned around, and walked right into one of the Rock's spinebusters onto the C4. The explosion sent waves of pain down kane's back, although the burn wasn't bad at all. Kane growled in pain as he rose up and then kicked the Rock in the forehead. Then he punched the Rock a few times, and gave him his own Rock Bottom onto the C4. The Explosion knocked the Rock out of the ring.
Kane turned around and walked right into one of Shawn Michaels Sweet Chin Music Superkicks. Falling backwards towards the barb wire ropes, they fell under his weight and he fell out of the ring, bouncing off of the spanish announcer's table. He was hurting...but he looked up a Shawn Michaels and smiled cruelly, and with his mask showing his mouth, HBK knew he was in deep shit.
Meanwhile in the ring, Triple H and Austin kept brawling, while Jericho and the Rock kept at each other, there was only one C4 left.
Kane stepped back into the ring and began to brawl with Michaels. The whole match was turning into a brawl as Kane knocked Michaels into the corner, Austin knocked Triple H out of the ring, and the Rock threw Jericho out of the ring and onto the mat.
Then Austin, the Rock and Kane stared at each other intently, and then they began fighting. Fists flew and so did blood, as all of them were bleeding, the ring was covered in the blood of all of the contestants. However, the Rock began to get the upper hand, knocking Austin down and hitting Kane with fist after fist, but as the Rock spit into his hand, Kane pushed him towards Austin, and the Rock fell victim to a Stone Cold Stunner.
Austin went for the cover, but Kane grabbed him by the throat and gave him a chokeslam to the outside of the ring. Satisfied with his handiwork, Kane went for the cover on the Rock, looking towards the crowd.
1...2... but just before the referee's hand hit the mat for the three, the Rock kicked out. Kane growled and stood up, lifting his arm into the air, signalling the finish. But then he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and he fell outside of the ring. Triple H smiled to himself, admiring the percision of his leaping knee. But before he could capitalize, he heard a roar from the crowd and turned around, right into a Rock Bottom onto the C4.
The Rock pushed his nemesis down onto the C4 with all of his might onto the C4, and the explosion rocked Triple H, sending waves of pain all over his body as he rolled out of the ring. The Rock looked around and saw Michaels coming towards him with a chair. The Rock ran forward with one of his powerful clotheslines. The chair fell out of Michaels hands and Michaels fell to the floor. The Rock stood above Michaels then, and feeling the noise and adrenaline of the crowd in him, he glared down towards Michaels and then kicked his arm, signaling for the People's elbow. He ran towards one end of the ropes, the barb wire cutting him, but the Adrenaline kept him from the pain. He didn't run to the other side, but rather he stopped in the middle and delivered the most electrifying move in sports entertainment, the people's elbox. Michael's body shuddered with pain and he rolled out of the ring.
Jericho took this opportunity, running behind the Rock, grabbing his head and preforming a bulldog, knocking the Rock's face onto the chair. Then he ran towards the turnbuckle and preformed a lionsault from the top rope, landing on the Rock and he went for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!! The Rock was eliminated. Jericho rose and raised his hand, and then he looked towards the titantron, realizing why none of the other guys were in the ring. There were only 3 seconds left before the barrels went off.
Jericho attempted to leave the ring,but the massive explosion from all of the corners burned his arms, and sent his body flying, throwing him out of the ring and through the spanish announcers table, knocking him unconscious.
Kane went over to check on Jericho, put him back in the ring and go for the pinfall, but this moment of sympathy and weakness cost him.
Triple H ran towards him and nailed him with a sledgehammer. He smirked and looked towards Austin and Michaels, who were brawling with each other. He looked down as Kane struggled to get up, and hit him on the head with the sledge again. Triple H knew he couldn't pin Kane on the ground, but he could take him out of the fight.
Triple H knew that to destroy your enemies you must exploit their weaknesses. And Kane was a man of few weaknesses, except that he cared for certain people. And that wouldn't help him in this match. BUT, the big weakness Kane had was his face. Triple H reached under the ring and pulled out some scissors, and then he began to cut the straps from Kane's mask and then he removed it as Kane slowly began to gain consciousness.
Triple H entered the ring and held the mask high into the air, before throwing it to the ground and spitting on it. There was no way now that Kane would continue the right. He couldn't play the Game. Triple H couldn't affort another straight up fight with Kane in this match, so he took him out by exposing his vunurabilities.
He smiled cruelly and laughed. "I am the Game and NO ONE can play me!"
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All he could feel was a haze in his head, he felt blood all over his face and forhead. Triple H hit him with the sledge, and that was all he remembered.
He sat up, his hair covering his face. He ran a hand over his face, and then he felt something he had never felt in ages. Panic. His mask! The bastard removed his mask!
He couldn't let his fans see his face, they would lose their respect. He covered his face and began to stagger towards the back. Triple H's laughter could be heard as he crossed his arms.
HBK entered the ring and began laughin with Triple H. Triple H smiled towards Michaels and shook his hand. "Congratulations Shawn. You are usless to me now!"
"Huh?" Spoke HBK, but then he felt a kick to his gut, and Triple H, bloody and deceptive, delivered the Pedigree to HBK, and then covered him.
But Kane did not see this, he just staggered towards the back. Triple H had beat him. He was defeated..
But that name just rang in Kane's head. Triple H. Triple H. All he had gone through. His brother's nearly career ending Injury, what happened to Chyna and Tori, the hell he had been through all of these weeks. The rampage. He couldn't end it here. He COULDN'T. No...he must not lose to Triple H.
Suddenly the panic and fear turned into rage and his hand lowered down from his face. He turned towards the ring, lowering his hands. The crowd fell silent, watching Kane. Even Austin and Triple H stopped fighting, looking towards Kane. Jericho began to awaken and crawl into the ring, looking towards Kane, his own face covered in blood.
Then Kane quickly lifted his head up, his hair going towards the back, exposing his face. The fear in the faces of Triple H, Jericho and Austin mirrored the look of the crowd. Kane's face was covered in blood, but the charred flesh could be seen. But that isn't what scared his opponents. People thought the mask only hid his scars. But it also hid his hatred, the hate on his face, the anger in him.
They were no longer hidden. His eyes looked towards Triple H, and with his face twisted in anger, covered in blood, he looked truly like a demon from hell. And he was coming for Triple H.
Kane walked towards the ring and when he reached it he stopped and looked up, then he pulled something from under the ring. It was a switch.
Kane smirked at his opponents. "Welcome to Hell." Then he pressed the button, and a shadow fell over the ring, as the Hell in the Cell began to lower down upon the ring, encasing them all in a prison of steel.
Kane laughed as the cell came down around them. The crowd roared in anticipation. The night was about to come to a violent climax never before seen.
And no one would be the same.
(To be continued in the Final Chapter, "HELL")
Pyro began to go off, filling the arena with smoke, and causing the arena to shudder and shake with it's noise. The arena was full, with fans swarming the arena with signs showing support for their favorite wrestlers. there were people all over the place, with one paritcular exception. The Ring...and the ominous Hell in The Cell hanging above it. Outside of the ring, there was the barbed wire and all of the equipment to be used for the Japanese Death Match. It promised to be the most explosive, violent and action packed Pay Per Views of all time. It would have made ECW proud.
Good old JR, Tazz and Paul Heyman were at ringside, and as per tradition for the Pay Per Views, the Spanish Announcers team were ready for whatever would come their way.
Indeed, it was to be a night of sheer action.
"Good Evening and this is NO MERCY!" Yelled JR to open up the broadcast.
"And this is Tazz from down in Red Hook and we have one hell of a show for you all here tonight!" Yelled Tazz.
"Tonight, we will witness some of the most bloody matches in history. The debt of Tommy Dreamer, Rob Van Dam in a No Disqualification match against Rhyno and Hardcore Holly, as well as Hell in a Cell, the Hardy Boyz against the Dudleyz. But the REAL reason we are all here, is the finale to a very dangerous and bloody story that has led us here." Spoke Paul Heyman.
"That's right Paul. Tonight, we arrive at the finale of the quest of six men for the WWF Heavyweight Title. Tonight, we witness the first ever Japanese Death Match in the World Wrestling Federation. Triple H, Shawn Michaels, the Rock, Chris Jericho, Austin, and Kane in what will be the most brutal match in WWF history. Tonight, at No Mercy, we will witness one man rising above the rest to become the Champion."
Paul began to yell, his eyes glaring wildly into the camera. "Men will be destroyed, and one man will arise above the bloody mess, like a titan. Only one will surive this."
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Shawn Michaels smirked as he looked himself in the mirror. Sure his back was hurting him, and yeah he probably would get hurt and cut. But it didn't matter. He came back for one reason and one reason only, Austin. He could remember his career practically ending at his hands at Wrestlemania years ago. And he never forgot it.
And besides, it was only fitting that he was in the first of their matches. Because he was the showstoppa! He was the Heartbreak Kid!
And he wanted the gold.
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Kane looked at his mask, holding it in his hands. His new mask, his new costume. Darker, very edgy. And his mask, allowing him to speak. It no longer covered his mouth, which had healed quite significantly over the years. Yes...it would inspire more fear than ever. He had even been told he would have a new theme preformed called "Slow Chemical". He couldn't wait to hear it.
He put his glove on, and then put his mask on. Yes...he was ready. They were about an hour and a half into the pay per view, and allready the ECW style matchup had caused the ring to be spilled with the blood of warriors.
He sat down and looked at himself in the mirror, and at the image staring back at himself. Only now he saw a man instead of a heartless monster. Not a monster anymore, but a warrior. Perhaps this was his destiny.
"So it has come down to this. Is this really what you wanted?" He spoke, looking into the mirror. "There is no turning back now." He looked himself in the eyes, smirking slightly. Yes...although he hated to admit it, he enjoyed what he did to his opponents. They deserved everything they got. He was a bit worried about going overboard, but it was what came natural. Yes he had a very dark side to him, but it was part of him, it wasn't all of him.
He stood up and turned around, expecting to see Tori or Chyna, wishing him luck. But no one was there...as expected. Most people wanted to stay away, leaving the warriors of the night in their own. Letting them get psyched up. Because tonight would change their lives forever.
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Triple H sat alone in his dressing room, staring blankly ahead, getting prepared. He put on his fist tape, and began to breath. Very slowly. Very deeply. He kept his opponents in his head tonight, and especially Kane. So this was his biggest test. This would seperate him from the rest. Everything had come to this point.
Stephanie would eventually crawl back to him. She always did. Even when he made it painfully obvious that she was being used, she would crawl back. Michaels would be living up to his use, but after tonight Triple H wouldn't need him. He wouldn't need anybody. With the defeat of his greatest rivals tonight in this ring, he would prove that he was the game, that he deserved to be on top. The boys in the locker room would have no choice but to bow to him, to treat him with the proper respect. No more glares, no more attempting to best him. They would fear the game.
And Kane...his biggest weakness would be exploited, and it would destroy him tonight.
Holding up his trusty sledgehammer, he smiled cruelly. Then he became aware that a camera was upon him. He looked towards it, with the darkness in the room being illuminated only by the light of the camera. It looked like Triple H was hiding in shadow, and he smiled cruelly.
"Tonight, I will reveal the point of this whole game. All of these pitiful little scuffles, they will end. We all know that tonight is the end of it all. Tonight, you will all see why I am the game. You will see that Austin, Kane, Jericho and the Rock, are all wannabe's. That they cannot possibly stay in the same ring as me. They are not in the same league as me. Tonight, you will truly realize that I AM game. And I am THAT...DAMN...GOOD!"
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Foley walked around backstage, looking at the match. So this was it. After this final match, the REAL bloodshed would begin. But something caught his eye. "Oh no...not this!"
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Jeff Hardy stood on top of the Cell, looking down towards D-Von as he lay on the pile of tables they had set up. Four Tables, one on top of another. Bubba Ray and Matt were knocked out on top of the cell, and for a moment, it seemed just as if Jeff was alone in the world.
Alone and on top. On top of the world, on top of the World Wrestling Federation. He could feel destiny, fate, all of it all around him. He could see the crowd, cheering for him. And he thought back to all of those video's he watched. Feeling greatness and watching it.
He smiled slightly and looked at the crowd. Raising their hands and screaming. This was the moment. He could feel it inside of him. Inside of his blood. He looked down toards D-Von, lying semi-conscious on those tables. And suddenly, Jeff spread his arms in the air like an eagle.
Yes...this was the moment. He yelled into the air, and then lept into the air, and watched the world go in slow motion. He felt freedom as he preformed the swanton. He felt at peace. He closed his eyes with a tranquil smile. Yes...he felt at peace.
And then he felt a breif pain, and then nothing. He would neither feel or think anything for a very long time.
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"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS HE IS BROKEN IN HALF!" Yelled JR as he watched Jeff Hardy crash through D-Von and the pile of tables, landing awkwardly on his head. Cracking his skull open, blood poured all over D-Von and the tables.
The audience stood up in silence, watching as the medics ran down, checking on his condition. Matt Hardy immedietly left the ring and exited the cell, looking at Jeff. Lita ran down from out back to help out, and Jeff was put on a streacher, and rushed to an ambulance out back. Mick Foley whiped a tear from his eye as he watched Jeff carried away.
He should have known eventually Jeff Hardy would try to follow in his footsteps. The boy idolized him, and he had been acting weird since he had heard he would be in a Hell in the Cell matchup. But the show had to go on.
A man walked up towards him. "Well, it looks like Jeff is in a coma, we have no idea how long he'll be there. And we don't know what's going to happen, but I suspect there is some spine damage. It's safe to say his career is over."
Foley nodded and let the medic go about his business, looking towards one of the producers. "Are we going to cancel the show?"
Foley thought about it and shook his head. "No. This was Jeff's decision. Leave it with him. Set up the Japanese Death Match and raise the cell. We have to settle this. This whole situation has been making everyone go nuts. We've lost so much of this roster because of this war between all of these guys. It ends tonight."
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As the ring got set up, the familiar music of HBK could be heard, as Shawn Michaels walked down the ramp, smirking to himself and waving to everyone. The crowd, though shocked, waved like mad to the Heartbreak kid. He stepped between the Barbed Wire Ropes, oblivious to what was happening around him.
Then the countdown to Y2J could be heard, and then Chris Jericho began to walk down the ramp. Jericho was no stranger to violent matches, and having fought in Japan, he knew what kind of match this would be. Entering the ring, he waited, determined to prove he was good enough to remain amoung the strong.
"IF YOU SMELLLLLLL....WHAT THE ROCK...IS COOKIN'!" Blared over the arena speaker as the People's Champion walked down to the ring, looking around at the crowd. This was not a match he necessarily wanted to be in, but the people expected him there. And that's why he was doing this. For the people, and to prove that he was the best.
The sound of glass shattering filled the arena as Stone Cold Steve Austin walked towards the ring. His eyes filled with intensity. Entering the ring, he looked towards the Rock and Jericho, and then he just glared towards Sean Michaels, who just smirked and waved back. Austin smirked cruelly and threw his vest off.
Triple H's entrance was next, as he slowly walked towards the ring, glaring towards his adverseraries. They were dangerous, but he truly knew that it would come down to him and Kane. His trusty sledehammer would be under the ring. Yes...it was going to be time to play the Game.
Fire exploded from the entrance ramp, and the music began to play, and then Kane, the Big Red Machine, the Monster, made his way towards the ring. His eyes focused upon Triple H, the barb wire ring. He smiled cruelly. Yes...this was the moment. This was the time.
He slowly entered the ring and looked at his opponents gathered in the ring, taking the whole scene in. The ring was allready stained with the blood of competitors. The metal barb wire posts and ropes gleamed in the stadium light. The C4 explosives scattered around the ring were seen. And he could see the barrels, the timed explosive barrels. And then he loked at his nemesis, Triple H. As Howard Finkle began to announce the rules of the match, Kane and Triple H locked eyes on each other. The intensity and hatred began to fill the air between them. It didn't matter that the explosives would go off 15 minutes into the match. It didn't matter that they would endure more pain tonight than any other time in their lives.
And then the bell rung.
Immedietly Kane and Triple H went after each other, throwing punches at each other left and right, with Kane gaining the advantage. Kane then pushed Triple H towards the ropes, and Triple H simply hopped between the barbed wires. Kane then took his attention to the other opponents. The Rock and Jericho were brawling, and HBK and Austin were at it as well. Kane ran towards HBK and Austin first, clotheslining them both. Then he grabbed the Rock and threw him towards the corner ringpost.
The barbed wire entered the back of the Great One, and he yelled in agony, and then ran towards Kane. Kane ducked the clothesline and watched as it hit HBK, knocking him down and over.
Then Kane felt a strong right hand hit his mask and then he turned towards Austin, and then they began to brawl, until Kane was dropkicked by Jericho in the back, and he fell forward, pushing Austin forward. Austin fell into the barbed wire ropes and got twisted up in it. Blood began to pour from his arms as he was tangled in the wire. Kane then started to brawl with Chris Jericho until they were both clotheslined by the Rock, and Kane fell backwards over the barb wire, feeling the wire cut his back. Almost all of them were bleeding now, with Austin now untangling himself, only to find himself in a brawl with Triple H.
Kane re-entered the ring and ran towards HBK, picking him up and throwing him to the ground in a military press slam, right on top of the C4. The small explosion burnt the back of his back, and Michaels screamed in pain, and it was sweet. There were 3 C4 explosives left in the ring. Then he felt a chair slam into the back of his head.
Jericho slammed the chair down onto Kane again, the chair bending against the head of the big red machine. Jericho hit him again, and Kane fell backwards towards the ringpost, getting tangled in the wire. Jericho hit him with the chair again, and blood began to pour from his forehead.
"GET UP!" Yelled Jericho, but Kane pulled himself out of the wire and grabbed Jericho by the neck, and threw him into the wire. Jericho became tangled and bloody. Then Kane turned around, and walked right into one of the Rock's spinebusters onto the C4. The explosion sent waves of pain down kane's back, although the burn wasn't bad at all. Kane growled in pain as he rose up and then kicked the Rock in the forehead. Then he punched the Rock a few times, and gave him his own Rock Bottom onto the C4. The Explosion knocked the Rock out of the ring.
Kane turned around and walked right into one of Shawn Michaels Sweet Chin Music Superkicks. Falling backwards towards the barb wire ropes, they fell under his weight and he fell out of the ring, bouncing off of the spanish announcer's table. He was hurting...but he looked up a Shawn Michaels and smiled cruelly, and with his mask showing his mouth, HBK knew he was in deep shit.
Meanwhile in the ring, Triple H and Austin kept brawling, while Jericho and the Rock kept at each other, there was only one C4 left.
Kane stepped back into the ring and began to brawl with Michaels. The whole match was turning into a brawl as Kane knocked Michaels into the corner, Austin knocked Triple H out of the ring, and the Rock threw Jericho out of the ring and onto the mat.
Then Austin, the Rock and Kane stared at each other intently, and then they began fighting. Fists flew and so did blood, as all of them were bleeding, the ring was covered in the blood of all of the contestants. However, the Rock began to get the upper hand, knocking Austin down and hitting Kane with fist after fist, but as the Rock spit into his hand, Kane pushed him towards Austin, and the Rock fell victim to a Stone Cold Stunner.
Austin went for the cover, but Kane grabbed him by the throat and gave him a chokeslam to the outside of the ring. Satisfied with his handiwork, Kane went for the cover on the Rock, looking towards the crowd.
1...2... but just before the referee's hand hit the mat for the three, the Rock kicked out. Kane growled and stood up, lifting his arm into the air, signalling the finish. But then he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and he fell outside of the ring. Triple H smiled to himself, admiring the percision of his leaping knee. But before he could capitalize, he heard a roar from the crowd and turned around, right into a Rock Bottom onto the C4.
The Rock pushed his nemesis down onto the C4 with all of his might onto the C4, and the explosion rocked Triple H, sending waves of pain all over his body as he rolled out of the ring. The Rock looked around and saw Michaels coming towards him with a chair. The Rock ran forward with one of his powerful clotheslines. The chair fell out of Michaels hands and Michaels fell to the floor. The Rock stood above Michaels then, and feeling the noise and adrenaline of the crowd in him, he glared down towards Michaels and then kicked his arm, signaling for the People's elbow. He ran towards one end of the ropes, the barb wire cutting him, but the Adrenaline kept him from the pain. He didn't run to the other side, but rather he stopped in the middle and delivered the most electrifying move in sports entertainment, the people's elbox. Michael's body shuddered with pain and he rolled out of the ring.
Jericho took this opportunity, running behind the Rock, grabbing his head and preforming a bulldog, knocking the Rock's face onto the chair. Then he ran towards the turnbuckle and preformed a lionsault from the top rope, landing on the Rock and he went for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!! The Rock was eliminated. Jericho rose and raised his hand, and then he looked towards the titantron, realizing why none of the other guys were in the ring. There were only 3 seconds left before the barrels went off.
Jericho attempted to leave the ring,but the massive explosion from all of the corners burned his arms, and sent his body flying, throwing him out of the ring and through the spanish announcers table, knocking him unconscious.
Kane went over to check on Jericho, put him back in the ring and go for the pinfall, but this moment of sympathy and weakness cost him.
Triple H ran towards him and nailed him with a sledgehammer. He smirked and looked towards Austin and Michaels, who were brawling with each other. He looked down as Kane struggled to get up, and hit him on the head with the sledge again. Triple H knew he couldn't pin Kane on the ground, but he could take him out of the fight.
Triple H knew that to destroy your enemies you must exploit their weaknesses. And Kane was a man of few weaknesses, except that he cared for certain people. And that wouldn't help him in this match. BUT, the big weakness Kane had was his face. Triple H reached under the ring and pulled out some scissors, and then he began to cut the straps from Kane's mask and then he removed it as Kane slowly began to gain consciousness.
Triple H entered the ring and held the mask high into the air, before throwing it to the ground and spitting on it. There was no way now that Kane would continue the right. He couldn't play the Game. Triple H couldn't affort another straight up fight with Kane in this match, so he took him out by exposing his vunurabilities.
He smiled cruelly and laughed. "I am the Game and NO ONE can play me!"
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All he could feel was a haze in his head, he felt blood all over his face and forhead. Triple H hit him with the sledge, and that was all he remembered.
He sat up, his hair covering his face. He ran a hand over his face, and then he felt something he had never felt in ages. Panic. His mask! The bastard removed his mask!
He couldn't let his fans see his face, they would lose their respect. He covered his face and began to stagger towards the back. Triple H's laughter could be heard as he crossed his arms.
HBK entered the ring and began laughin with Triple H. Triple H smiled towards Michaels and shook his hand. "Congratulations Shawn. You are usless to me now!"
"Huh?" Spoke HBK, but then he felt a kick to his gut, and Triple H, bloody and deceptive, delivered the Pedigree to HBK, and then covered him.
But Kane did not see this, he just staggered towards the back. Triple H had beat him. He was defeated..
But that name just rang in Kane's head. Triple H. Triple H. All he had gone through. His brother's nearly career ending Injury, what happened to Chyna and Tori, the hell he had been through all of these weeks. The rampage. He couldn't end it here. He COULDN'T. No...he must not lose to Triple H.
Suddenly the panic and fear turned into rage and his hand lowered down from his face. He turned towards the ring, lowering his hands. The crowd fell silent, watching Kane. Even Austin and Triple H stopped fighting, looking towards Kane. Jericho began to awaken and crawl into the ring, looking towards Kane, his own face covered in blood.
Then Kane quickly lifted his head up, his hair going towards the back, exposing his face. The fear in the faces of Triple H, Jericho and Austin mirrored the look of the crowd. Kane's face was covered in blood, but the charred flesh could be seen. But that isn't what scared his opponents. People thought the mask only hid his scars. But it also hid his hatred, the hate on his face, the anger in him.
They were no longer hidden. His eyes looked towards Triple H, and with his face twisted in anger, covered in blood, he looked truly like a demon from hell. And he was coming for Triple H.
Kane walked towards the ring and when he reached it he stopped and looked up, then he pulled something from under the ring. It was a switch.
Kane smirked at his opponents. "Welcome to Hell." Then he pressed the button, and a shadow fell over the ring, as the Hell in the Cell began to lower down upon the ring, encasing them all in a prison of steel.
Kane laughed as the cell came down around them. The crowd roared in anticipation. The night was about to come to a violent climax never before seen.
And no one would be the same.
(To be continued in the Final Chapter, "HELL")