HHH, and Flair were watching a tape of Orton's attempted assault, which turned into a major ass kicking, from a few weeks ago. Since then, Anonymous had not been seen. Flair turned off the TV, and sat back in the sofa. "That guy's a monster." He stated the obvious.
"No shit." Orton said back, his neck in a brace.
"Flair, you're going to be next." HHH said.
"Why the hell did you have to say that?"
"Because he's tearing Evolution apart, and I'm the main target."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm the Champ. I've got the belt, and he wants it."
"When the beast will hunt relentlessly, he usually gets his prey, regardless of all in his way." Orton quoted. "He's the beast, and we're the prey. He's going to get you; both of you."
"Where the hell did you get that shit?" Flair asked, looking at him.
"Discovery Channel."
"Great, we've got a monster from hell chasing us, and some pretty-boy who might have stood a chance in a decent match has turned into Steve Irwin." Flair said, throwing a glass at the wall. It shattered into small fragments.
There was a knock on the door, followed by a louder knock. "Open the damn door!" Someone yelled from outside. They all froze. They couldn't quite identify the voice. "Open this door, damn it!" They all breathed a sigh of relief. It was Austin.
Ric Flair opened the door, and got dragged out into the hall by his collar. (Once again, I'm going to exclude the "what's" since it will only make this take longer.) "What are you doing? Huh? That's disrespectful to keep a door closed in your employers face, you know that, right?"
"No way. I mean yes sir, I mean, I thought you were someone else." Flair said nervously.
"Now you're plain out insulting my intelligence. You thought I was going to kick you're ass?" Flair nodded nervously. "I was putting you and HHH in a main event, but you know what? Meet me in the ring." Stone Cold left Flair there, relieved but fearing the match awaiting him.
***
Ric Flair stood in the ring, waiting for Stone Cold Steve Austin. He heard the glass break, and Austin's music start. Flair looked into the crowd at all the people that cheered Austin. He read one of the signs: "When you hear the glass, your ass is grass."
That didn't exactly help him any.
Austin walked down the ramp, flicking off everyone, making the fans cheer more and more. He stood at the turnbuckle, and got up on the second ropes and flicked off everyone. He had a microphone in his hand. "So I called you out here for a match. Let's get the rest of your revolution thing or whatever the hell you call it out here." HHH and Orton came out. "You 3 will be in a match now." Flair was glad that he wouldn't have to fight alone. "Against the Tommy Dreamer and 2 other people. Ding ding."
So much for that. Flair thought.
The others of the Evolution ran down to the ring as they heard Dreamer's music start. He ran out with the wooden boken Anonymous had given him a couple weeks ago.
Next was Kane, who was still going crazy without his mask. HHH was afraid of having to be in the ring with Kane, but they all thought they knew who was next.
All the lights went off. The fans cheered wildly. They heard the whisper of some voice over the speakers:
I am who you are not. I do whatever it is that you don't. I'm the one person you don't want to mess with. I'm the guy you bump into as you walk down the street. This is who I am; I am Anonymous.
Right after that, Rob Zombie's Dragula song started playing about 2 minutes and 32 seconds into the song.
Dead I am the dog; hound of hell, you cry.
Devil on you back; I can never die.
The pyros at the ramp ignited, setting the haunting shadow over Anonymous. His face and Tag Team Title Belt on his left shoulder were hit with the red light as he advanced down the ramp. Ric Flair blinked the sweat out of his eyes, and stared as the juggernaut made his way towards him. Anonymous climbed up on the apron, and swung himself over the rope. He drew his katana, and waited for his line. "DIEEEEEEEEEE!" He stabbed the katana down onto the canvas, and the pyros in the turnbuckles ignited again.
The match began, and Anonymous handed his stuff to someone outside the ring. He tagged Kane, who gladly jumped in the ring against HHH. HHH tried to run away from the berserker, but only succeeded in looking like an idiot. Kane grabbed HHH by the hair, and lifted him up. HHH grabbed wildly at his hair, which was being torn out. Kane swung his legs forward, and slammed him down onto the canvas. HHH heard something snap underneath him, but wasn't sure if it was his back or wood. He reached up to his scalp, and felt some hair falling out by the roots. Kane attempted to pin him, only for Flair to stomp on his back. Kane got up, and stared at Flair, who looked ready to piss himself. HHH desperately did an uppercut him to the balls while the ref pushed Flair out, and scrambled away from him.
Flair tagged in Orton, while Kane hobbled towards his corner, and tagged in Dreamer. Orton looked like he regretted getting tagged in, especially since his neck was still injured. He went back to his own corner and tagged Flair in, much to the booing of the crowd. Dreamer and Flair commenced to fight back and forth, until HHH ran into the ring and hit Dreamer in the back of the head.
The ref tried pushing HHH out of the ring while Flair jabbed Dreamer in the eye. Dreamer took a second to rub his eye, and soon regretted it as Flair kneed him in the balls. Dreamer grabbed his manhood in pain, only to get beat upon by Flair. As the ref turned back to the fighting, Flair grabbed Dreamer's hand and threw him against the ropes. Dreamer kicked Flair in the gut, and then did a quick DDT. Flair lay prone in the middle of the ring, and Dreamer slowly crawled to his corner.
Anonymous waited a second before he tagged Dreamer. "Dreamer, get the boken, and do you job on Orton. Think you can handle it?"
"I came from ECW. I was trained to get hurt, hurt others, and be stupid."
"You do a good job of all three. Kane, under the ring is an aluminum soft-ball bat." That was enough for Kane to understand what he was saying.
Flair heard the footsteps coming towards him, and felt a huge shadow fall over him. He looked up, and saw the mask of Anonymous.
Energy suddenly flowed through Flair, and he scrambled away from him. He stared up at his corner, which was now empty. He heard the crowd yelling and cheering; Dreamer and Kane were getting vengeance. It was just between Flair and the hell beast.
Flair stood up, and started chopping away at Anonymous' chest. Anonymous only took a step forward each time. Flair grabbed his hand and tried to throw him against the ropes, and only succeeded in getting himself thrown against them. Flair did a dropkick to his knee, and quickly stood up. He put Anonymous in a Figure Four Leg Lock, and pulled back as far as he could.
He wasn't sure if he heard Anonymous screaming in pain or not, but he was past thinking by now. He looked at his opponent.
Anonymous was doing sit-ups. Flair tried to pull back even more on his leg, only to find himself being turned over. Flair let go of Anonymous, and stood up. Anonymous did a haymaker punch to Flairs ribs, almost knocking him out. HHH, somehow getting away from Kane who was on a murderous rampage, ran into the ring to help Flair. He pulled a sledgehammer out, and slid into the ring. He swung the sledgehammer at Anonymous, who ducked it. He pulled HHH's legs out from under him, and started swinging him around. Flair saw HHH's body flying at him just too late to do anything. HHH's head collided with Flair's injured ribs, causing even more pain. Kane dragged HHH back outside, and commenced his vengeance
Anonymous pushed Flair to the turnbuckle, and sat him up on it. He raised his hand, and stuck his thumb sideways. The crowd cheered almost unanimously "DOWN!!!!"
Anonymous stood up on the third rope, and lifted Flair up into a power bomb position, and jumped and turned around at the same time. The result wasn't quite as disastrous as the last one he had done to Bischoff on the ladder, but Flair landed right where HHH had landed earlier. The canvas ripped and wood shattered, and Flair fell through the ring. The ref was ready to signal for the bell to ring, but Anonymous stopped him, and pulled Flair's body, or what was left of it, and put his foot on it.
The turnbuckle pyros ignited as the ref counted to 3. HHH looked up at Anonymous, staring him right in the face. It was then that he realized that Anonymous had only one eye. The false one was completely black, which reflected no light off of the glass surface. The eye of the fuckin' dead. HHH thought.
***
HHH sat in the hospital bed, thinking about all that had happened that night. Kane was probably sitting in a jail cell (more likely solitary) right now. HHH didn't want to fight either of those two monsters, but knew he would have to. He wouldn't even be surprised if Anonymous showed up right here and now. Sanctioned match or not, Anonymous would fight him. It was only a matter of time
