[I dont really like this chapter--it seems thrown together. Oh well.]
~Smackdown~
Chris stretched backstage. He would be in the ring in about 10 minutes. Steph was in the ring, doing her promo. Chris watched her on the monitor. How could he not? He reluctantly looked away. He then heard the pyros go off. And go off, and go off. The cheers turned to screams and Chris's head whipped to the monitor. The camera was dipped low. He could see people running. What was going on? Chris's eyes grew large with horror. The pyros were all exploding. They whizzed into the crowd and hit fans. The flew in the air and and then zoomed down like kamakazes. Chris ran.
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Chris found Lita rushing out with some of the Smackdown roster. He grabbed her. "Sweety, get out of here. Meet me at the hotel." Lita grabbed at him frantically. "Chris no. No. Let's go together. There's nothing you can do!" Chris grabbed Torrie as she was running by. "Torrie, take Lita out of here! Take her out of here!" Lita screamed for Chris as Torrie dragged her away. Chris looked back towards the arena. He had to do something.
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Chris wasnt the only one who thought to help. Kurt, Edge, Christian, Triple H, Billy Kidman and other male superstars ran in the same direction as him. Chris ran down the ramp. Fans were running up the ramp to get out. They were running anyways they could. The overhead lights were off. The only light they had, to their shock, was the fires in the stands. Kurt grabbed the first person he found and took them up the ramp. Some of the pyros were still exploding. The arena was filled with smoke. It was hard to breathe, hard to see. Chris's eyes stung as he grabbed an elderly woman and carried her up the ramp. He tried to reassure her as he took her towards the back. He handed her to a medic and rushed back inside, slipping through the police's fingers. Chris ran by superstars leading fans away. Chris coughed when he went down the ramp. He could barely see four feet in front of him. He crouched on the ground to breathe. He could hear screams in the distance and he never felt so helpless. He jumped into the crowd, looking, yelling for anyone. Silence was his response now. The only sound was the crackling of the fire. Chris's skin burned. He took off his shirt and fanned it around him. He called again. The moan was so soft he barely heard it. There. He heard it again. Chris looked around. The sounds was coming from all sides. It was on the speakers. Chris went blank for a split second. Then reality hit him like cold water. Stephanie! His mind flashed to her in the ring, with the microphone. "Oh God." He uttered. He ran down the stands towards the ring.
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The fire was so close, Steph could feel the heat on her face. Her side felt lk she rubbed it on sand paper and then poured salt in her wounds. She groaned and tried to roll over. Pain shot through her body and she stopped moving. She closed her eyes. She just wanted to go to sleep. To rest...
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Chris yelled and scooped her up immediately. She was sprawled on the floor behind the announcers table. Chris moaned when he was that her shirt was practically burned off. Her skin was raw and exposed. Chris's pace was slower. His lungs were on fire as he walked up the ramp. He clutched Steph's body to him. He could see the light ahead of him. "Help..." His voice was scratchy and was like a whisper. When he reached the top of the ramp, he collapsed.
~Smackdown~
Chris stretched backstage. He would be in the ring in about 10 minutes. Steph was in the ring, doing her promo. Chris watched her on the monitor. How could he not? He reluctantly looked away. He then heard the pyros go off. And go off, and go off. The cheers turned to screams and Chris's head whipped to the monitor. The camera was dipped low. He could see people running. What was going on? Chris's eyes grew large with horror. The pyros were all exploding. They whizzed into the crowd and hit fans. The flew in the air and and then zoomed down like kamakazes. Chris ran.
****
Chris found Lita rushing out with some of the Smackdown roster. He grabbed her. "Sweety, get out of here. Meet me at the hotel." Lita grabbed at him frantically. "Chris no. No. Let's go together. There's nothing you can do!" Chris grabbed Torrie as she was running by. "Torrie, take Lita out of here! Take her out of here!" Lita screamed for Chris as Torrie dragged her away. Chris looked back towards the arena. He had to do something.
****
Chris wasnt the only one who thought to help. Kurt, Edge, Christian, Triple H, Billy Kidman and other male superstars ran in the same direction as him. Chris ran down the ramp. Fans were running up the ramp to get out. They were running anyways they could. The overhead lights were off. The only light they had, to their shock, was the fires in the stands. Kurt grabbed the first person he found and took them up the ramp. Some of the pyros were still exploding. The arena was filled with smoke. It was hard to breathe, hard to see. Chris's eyes stung as he grabbed an elderly woman and carried her up the ramp. He tried to reassure her as he took her towards the back. He handed her to a medic and rushed back inside, slipping through the police's fingers. Chris ran by superstars leading fans away. Chris coughed when he went down the ramp. He could barely see four feet in front of him. He crouched on the ground to breathe. He could hear screams in the distance and he never felt so helpless. He jumped into the crowd, looking, yelling for anyone. Silence was his response now. The only sound was the crackling of the fire. Chris's skin burned. He took off his shirt and fanned it around him. He called again. The moan was so soft he barely heard it. There. He heard it again. Chris looked around. The sounds was coming from all sides. It was on the speakers. Chris went blank for a split second. Then reality hit him like cold water. Stephanie! His mind flashed to her in the ring, with the microphone. "Oh God." He uttered. He ran down the stands towards the ring.
****
The fire was so close, Steph could feel the heat on her face. Her side felt lk she rubbed it on sand paper and then poured salt in her wounds. She groaned and tried to roll over. Pain shot through her body and she stopped moving. She closed her eyes. She just wanted to go to sleep. To rest...
****
Chris yelled and scooped her up immediately. She was sprawled on the floor behind the announcers table. Chris moaned when he was that her shirt was practically burned off. Her skin was raw and exposed. Chris's pace was slower. His lungs were on fire as he walked up the ramp. He clutched Steph's body to him. He could see the light ahead of him. "Help..." His voice was scratchy and was like a whisper. When he reached the top of the ramp, he collapsed.