Kane was taking on everyone who dared to come near him. More and more superstars were running down the ramp do join in the fight. Tommy Dreamer had a Singapore cane, and was going berserk in the fight. D'Lo Brown had one too, and was ready to hit him in the back with it.
Anonymous saw this, and ran over to his trench coat. He pulled his boken (similar to a Singapore cane, which is really called a kendo stick, but is made out of wood rather than bamboo) out, and ran up to Dreamer. Dreamer ducked as the wooden blade was swung at him, and heard D'Lo go down. He nodded to Anonymous, who nodded back and tossed him the boken.
Mr. America, who had sided with Steiner in this fight, was taking apart William Regal and Lance Storm, trying to fight his way to Grenier and Dupre. They were fighting Sgt. Slaughter, who was an even match for both of them combined. The Rock ran down, and quickly started bickering with Christian who let his moniker down, and they quickly started fighting.
Kane went down on a table thanks to HHH and Ric Flair. Randy Orton climbed on top of a turnbuckle and was ready to jump down on him, but was stopped as The Hurricane pulled his legs out from under him. Shawn Michaels climbed on top of the same turnbuckle, and jumped over Kane and kicked Ric Flair. Kevin Nash pulled a sledgehammer out from under the ring as HHH did likewise. HHH looked at Nash, and ran at him with the sledgehammer raised over his shoulder. Nash did the same, and they swung at the same time.
There was an audible CLANG as the two hammer's heads connected. HHH dropped the hammer, his hands taking the full force of both blows. He stumbled back, shaking them. Nash hardly looked effected, and chased after him with a steel chair.
Chris Nowinski, who had been running out here for a reason he couldn't remember, found himself trying to edge away towards the ramp. Aw, fuck it. He thought, turned around, and stared Al Snow right in the face.
"Hey, Nowinski, where ya going?" He said. Maven stepped beside him. "You know what? You simply aren't Tough Enough." He said as he and Maven closed in on him.
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The match wore on. Luckily, the matches before this were few and short. CSI is going to be cancelled. Mr. America thought, clotheslining Jamal. Rosey, being the idiot ran at him. Goldberg, who supported Mr. America's opinion, speared him. He went straight through the barricade again, which was quickly blocked by one of the tables.
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Rodney Mack didn't know what he was doing out there, something about how this was a "white boy" fight.
Theodore Long was out there too, yelling at Rodney to attack Anonymous from behind.
Anonymous heard that. He kicked back, catching Rodney in the gut. Theodore was almost paralyzed with fear, unable to run. "What's your deal?" Anonymous asked him. "You corner yourself, playing the victim, and bullshit about everything. Black People could run for president, but none have tried. White people are not all members of the KKK, Black people are not victims; they victimize themselves more often, and you are not popular!"
Theodore Long pissed himself.
Jazz, who was just trying to look badass, hit Anonymous in the face. "That's right, baby!" She yelled at a cameraman. "He don't scare me!"
"You're one fucked-up bitch!" Anonymous said, raising his fist. Jazz ran away.
Spike somehow ended up in front of Anonymous, with a table between them. They both nodded, and set Theodore Long up for the 3-D. It was the first one Spike ever did, and the most fun event of his entire career (at the time).