I'm back with chapter number 5. Did y'all see Raw on Monday? The burning
JR thing went to far, in my opinion. No matter how much flame-retardant goo
they put on him. Shocking the audience is good, but that was beyond
shocking. That was disgusting. It's like a return to the Katie Vick
storyline, which I hated as well Opinion about it, anyone? Review and tell
me. I like to hear everyone's view.
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Anya tried for the rest of the week to get a hold of Kane, but he wasn't answering his phone or checking his messages. Neither Shane (Hurricane) nor Terri had heard anything from Kane it was almost liked he had disappeared. She finally found him in one of the back rooms of the arena in Buffalo, the location of Raw that week. He has a towel covering his face and his head down.
"I've been looking for you all week." Anya said as she walked over to where Kane was sitting.
"Didn't want to be found." Kane mumbled and turned away.
"Kane, it really sucks that you lost your mask, but Rob was right. You don't need it. The mask isn't what made you a good wrestler, you did that." Anya told him.
"The fans." Kane started.
"They don't care. All they know is that you a good performer in the ring, and that's all that matters." Anya argued. "Think about that. I have to go get ready, but I want to talk to you later on, all right?"
Kane didn't say or do anything. Anya just shook her head and walked out.
~*~
"Do I look like I have an idea about what I'm doing?" Anya asked Trish and molly as she finished buttoning her jeans. She wore a burgundy velvet jacket, a white V-neck top, and a pair of dark denim jeans. Her hair was in kinky curls, which Anya thought look a bit like how Stephanie's when the SmackDown GM used to wear her hair that way.
"Oh yeah. It screams Raw General Manager." Trish said as she looked Anya over.
"Even if it's only temporary." Molly joked. "So, are you going to get to mess with Eric's mind?"
"Yep," Anya said with a grin. "And I intend to do so."
There was a knock at the door. "Is it okay to open the door?" Dave asked, but opened it anyway.
"I'm gonna go." Anya said after a few moments. "Dave and I need to.talk." Molly and Trish rolled their eyes. Anya stepped outside the door and wrapped her arms around Dave, bringing his down for a kiss.
"Thank you. For being here." Anya said when they finally broke apart.
"No problem, babe." Dave said with a smile as he ran his hands down Anya's back, keeping them on her butt and pressing her closer to him.
"Woah, public display of affection." Rob said as he walked up. "Maybe I should leave you two alone.
Dave chuckled and moved one of his arms up to Anya's shoulders, and shook Rob's hand with the other. "Hey Rob, how are you doing man?"
"Better than last week. What are you doing here, don't you still have a month of rehab left?" Rob asked. "He's here as my guest." Anya answered and checked her watch. "Damn. I got to go, guys. Show's starting in a few minutes and I'm up first."
"Good luck." Dave called out as Anya walked down the hall. "I'm going to watch this on the monitor, you coming with me?"
"Sure," Rob answered. "It'll be nice to hear Anya on the Mic again."
~*~
"I'm Back" began to play and Eric Bischoff walked down the ramp. He had a grin on his face that was bigger than ever. Eric got in the ring and took the Mic from Lillian.
"What is Eric Bischoff doing out here? And I have to wonder what that sick grin is about." JR announced.
"He's the GM, JR, he can do whatever he wants. Now quiet, he wants to talk." Kind said.
"You may be wondering why I'm so happy." Eric Bischoff began as the crowd booed. "The reason I'm so happy is that Austin has called in sick, I guess he drank a bad meal or something. Which means I have complete control over Raw tonight. Tonight will be the defining moment in my career and it will be without Austin or anybody else." Eric was cut off by "Going Under" by Evanescence (A/n: I don't own!), Anya's new theme music.
"What is this?" King asked.
The crowd cheered as Anya walked onto the ramp with her own Mic, in her hand.
"It's Anya, King!" JR replied.
"See, that where you're wrong, Eric. The people in charge, Linda Mchmanon, mostly don't believe that it would be wise for you to be left a s the sole General Manger." Anya stopped when the fans began to cheer louder. "So they called me, and until Steve Austin is well enough to return to his duties, I have been named Temporary Co-GM of Raw. That means we're 50/50, Bischoff, and it also means that things are going to change."
"Like what?" Eric asked.
"Like the unfair treatment of the divas. I watch the show every week, and every week I see the Divas, my friends being degraded in matches that only a man would come up with." Anya listened as the female fans cheered. "So tonight, I am authorizing an Eight Woman Battle Royale. In it will be Jazz, Victoria, Molly Holly, Ivory, Trish Stratus, Jacqueline, the WWE's newest diva Gail Kim, and as much as I hate to Tori.
"You don't have the power to do that!" Eric sputtered.
"I knew you would feel that way," Anya said as she pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and headed own the ramp." Which is why I brought a copy of the contract I signed yesterday with the WWE to do this." Anya entered the ring and handed Eric the paper. "If you could read the high lighted paragraph."
Eric cleared his throat. "I, Linda Mchmanon, hereby give one Anya Bearer authorization to use complete control of the title of General Manager. All decisions made by Anya Bearer before this contract becomes void by the return of Steve Austin to the position in question, cannot be ruled against or changed without Ms. Bearer's direst permission." The crowd cheered louder as Eric finished reading the paragraph.
"I have the power to make you kiss your own ass and there's nothing you can do about it." Anya said and laughed.
Then, The Undertaker's old theme music started. The lights went out as the melancholy chord wailed through the arena.
"The boys in the back screw up again?" King asked.
"What the hell is going on?" Dave asked from the monitor backstage.
Out of the smoke that had begun to gather on the ramp, Paul Bearer appeared. He had a smug look on his face. He entered the ring and took Eric's Mic right out of his hand as the lights came back on.
"Oh, yes," Paul started. "I'm back in the WWE."
"What the hell are you doing here, Paul?" Anya asked angrily. "We have an agreement to not be in the same state, let alone the same ring."
"Why don't you ever call me 'Daddy' anymore?" Paul asked. "I never treated you any differently than your brother."
"No, you're right. You'd lock me in the basement too if you the urge." Anya retorted.
"It was out of love, Anya," Paul said and tried to touch her hair. She jerked away from him before he could touch her. "I never meant to hurt you. You'd see that if that man wasn't clouding your vision."
"This has gone on long enough." Dave said to Rob. "I'm going out of there."
Back in the ring, Eric grabbed the Mic out of Paul's hand. "I don't know who you are, but if you two are having some sort of father-daughter dispute, could you please take it out of my ring?"
"Speaking of outside the ring, look who it is. It's Batista!" I have no idea why he's here, but it has been rumored that Anya and Batsita have been a couple for quite some time." JR commented.
"And he has a Mic. Look like Batista's going to speak." King added.
"I never clouded anyone's vision. Anya hates you because you treated her like a pile of crap when she was a kid, not because of anything I said." Batista shouted at Paul.
"You're a liar!" Paul shouted back. "Anya just see the light, or if not the light, the fire." Paul laughed as the lights went completely out all over the arena. When they came back on, Kane, wearing a hooded sweater to protect his face, had somehow gotten in the ring. He had lifted Dave up in a chokeslam. Before Nay could stop him, he slammed Dave in to the mat.
"The guy just came down here to defend his girlfriend's honour." JR shouted. "He's not even cleared to wrestle."
Paul re-entered the ring. "Finish the job, Kane!" he directed. Kane grabbed Anya by the throat. But he hesitated for a second. Then, he lifted her up but instead of slamming her into the mat, he just dropped her. Paul shook his head, but directed his son to leave with him.
"Security." Eric said from the outside of the ring as Anya checked on Dave in the ring. "Kane may be a WWE employee, but the man with him is not. Please escort Mr. Bearer out f the building. And if you try to stop them, Kane, I'll fire you right now."
"Bischoff doing the honourable thing for once in his life." JR said.
"All right, Dave. Come on." Anya said as she helped him stand. "Let's get out of here."
~*~
This part is for Ellectra, because she is my most faithful reviewer. Thanks you so much for your continuous support! I'm completely writers blocked right now, so any suggestions for where the story should go now would be appreciated! Please read and review, but no flames please!
=)
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Anya tried for the rest of the week to get a hold of Kane, but he wasn't answering his phone or checking his messages. Neither Shane (Hurricane) nor Terri had heard anything from Kane it was almost liked he had disappeared. She finally found him in one of the back rooms of the arena in Buffalo, the location of Raw that week. He has a towel covering his face and his head down.
"I've been looking for you all week." Anya said as she walked over to where Kane was sitting.
"Didn't want to be found." Kane mumbled and turned away.
"Kane, it really sucks that you lost your mask, but Rob was right. You don't need it. The mask isn't what made you a good wrestler, you did that." Anya told him.
"The fans." Kane started.
"They don't care. All they know is that you a good performer in the ring, and that's all that matters." Anya argued. "Think about that. I have to go get ready, but I want to talk to you later on, all right?"
Kane didn't say or do anything. Anya just shook her head and walked out.
~*~
"Do I look like I have an idea about what I'm doing?" Anya asked Trish and molly as she finished buttoning her jeans. She wore a burgundy velvet jacket, a white V-neck top, and a pair of dark denim jeans. Her hair was in kinky curls, which Anya thought look a bit like how Stephanie's when the SmackDown GM used to wear her hair that way.
"Oh yeah. It screams Raw General Manager." Trish said as she looked Anya over.
"Even if it's only temporary." Molly joked. "So, are you going to get to mess with Eric's mind?"
"Yep," Anya said with a grin. "And I intend to do so."
There was a knock at the door. "Is it okay to open the door?" Dave asked, but opened it anyway.
"I'm gonna go." Anya said after a few moments. "Dave and I need to.talk." Molly and Trish rolled their eyes. Anya stepped outside the door and wrapped her arms around Dave, bringing his down for a kiss.
"Thank you. For being here." Anya said when they finally broke apart.
"No problem, babe." Dave said with a smile as he ran his hands down Anya's back, keeping them on her butt and pressing her closer to him.
"Woah, public display of affection." Rob said as he walked up. "Maybe I should leave you two alone.
Dave chuckled and moved one of his arms up to Anya's shoulders, and shook Rob's hand with the other. "Hey Rob, how are you doing man?"
"Better than last week. What are you doing here, don't you still have a month of rehab left?" Rob asked. "He's here as my guest." Anya answered and checked her watch. "Damn. I got to go, guys. Show's starting in a few minutes and I'm up first."
"Good luck." Dave called out as Anya walked down the hall. "I'm going to watch this on the monitor, you coming with me?"
"Sure," Rob answered. "It'll be nice to hear Anya on the Mic again."
~*~
"I'm Back" began to play and Eric Bischoff walked down the ramp. He had a grin on his face that was bigger than ever. Eric got in the ring and took the Mic from Lillian.
"What is Eric Bischoff doing out here? And I have to wonder what that sick grin is about." JR announced.
"He's the GM, JR, he can do whatever he wants. Now quiet, he wants to talk." Kind said.
"You may be wondering why I'm so happy." Eric Bischoff began as the crowd booed. "The reason I'm so happy is that Austin has called in sick, I guess he drank a bad meal or something. Which means I have complete control over Raw tonight. Tonight will be the defining moment in my career and it will be without Austin or anybody else." Eric was cut off by "Going Under" by Evanescence (A/n: I don't own!), Anya's new theme music.
"What is this?" King asked.
The crowd cheered as Anya walked onto the ramp with her own Mic, in her hand.
"It's Anya, King!" JR replied.
"See, that where you're wrong, Eric. The people in charge, Linda Mchmanon, mostly don't believe that it would be wise for you to be left a s the sole General Manger." Anya stopped when the fans began to cheer louder. "So they called me, and until Steve Austin is well enough to return to his duties, I have been named Temporary Co-GM of Raw. That means we're 50/50, Bischoff, and it also means that things are going to change."
"Like what?" Eric asked.
"Like the unfair treatment of the divas. I watch the show every week, and every week I see the Divas, my friends being degraded in matches that only a man would come up with." Anya listened as the female fans cheered. "So tonight, I am authorizing an Eight Woman Battle Royale. In it will be Jazz, Victoria, Molly Holly, Ivory, Trish Stratus, Jacqueline, the WWE's newest diva Gail Kim, and as much as I hate to Tori.
"You don't have the power to do that!" Eric sputtered.
"I knew you would feel that way," Anya said as she pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and headed own the ramp." Which is why I brought a copy of the contract I signed yesterday with the WWE to do this." Anya entered the ring and handed Eric the paper. "If you could read the high lighted paragraph."
Eric cleared his throat. "I, Linda Mchmanon, hereby give one Anya Bearer authorization to use complete control of the title of General Manager. All decisions made by Anya Bearer before this contract becomes void by the return of Steve Austin to the position in question, cannot be ruled against or changed without Ms. Bearer's direst permission." The crowd cheered louder as Eric finished reading the paragraph.
"I have the power to make you kiss your own ass and there's nothing you can do about it." Anya said and laughed.
Then, The Undertaker's old theme music started. The lights went out as the melancholy chord wailed through the arena.
"The boys in the back screw up again?" King asked.
"What the hell is going on?" Dave asked from the monitor backstage.
Out of the smoke that had begun to gather on the ramp, Paul Bearer appeared. He had a smug look on his face. He entered the ring and took Eric's Mic right out of his hand as the lights came back on.
"Oh, yes," Paul started. "I'm back in the WWE."
"What the hell are you doing here, Paul?" Anya asked angrily. "We have an agreement to not be in the same state, let alone the same ring."
"Why don't you ever call me 'Daddy' anymore?" Paul asked. "I never treated you any differently than your brother."
"No, you're right. You'd lock me in the basement too if you the urge." Anya retorted.
"It was out of love, Anya," Paul said and tried to touch her hair. She jerked away from him before he could touch her. "I never meant to hurt you. You'd see that if that man wasn't clouding your vision."
"This has gone on long enough." Dave said to Rob. "I'm going out of there."
Back in the ring, Eric grabbed the Mic out of Paul's hand. "I don't know who you are, but if you two are having some sort of father-daughter dispute, could you please take it out of my ring?"
"Speaking of outside the ring, look who it is. It's Batista!" I have no idea why he's here, but it has been rumored that Anya and Batsita have been a couple for quite some time." JR commented.
"And he has a Mic. Look like Batista's going to speak." King added.
"I never clouded anyone's vision. Anya hates you because you treated her like a pile of crap when she was a kid, not because of anything I said." Batista shouted at Paul.
"You're a liar!" Paul shouted back. "Anya just see the light, or if not the light, the fire." Paul laughed as the lights went completely out all over the arena. When they came back on, Kane, wearing a hooded sweater to protect his face, had somehow gotten in the ring. He had lifted Dave up in a chokeslam. Before Nay could stop him, he slammed Dave in to the mat.
"The guy just came down here to defend his girlfriend's honour." JR shouted. "He's not even cleared to wrestle."
Paul re-entered the ring. "Finish the job, Kane!" he directed. Kane grabbed Anya by the throat. But he hesitated for a second. Then, he lifted her up but instead of slamming her into the mat, he just dropped her. Paul shook his head, but directed his son to leave with him.
"Security." Eric said from the outside of the ring as Anya checked on Dave in the ring. "Kane may be a WWE employee, but the man with him is not. Please escort Mr. Bearer out f the building. And if you try to stop them, Kane, I'll fire you right now."
"Bischoff doing the honourable thing for once in his life." JR said.
"All right, Dave. Come on." Anya said as she helped him stand. "Let's get out of here."
~*~
This part is for Ellectra, because she is my most faithful reviewer. Thanks you so much for your continuous support! I'm completely writers blocked right now, so any suggestions for where the story should go now would be appreciated! Please read and review, but no flames please!
=)