Before I go on, I am not a racist. I only pick on Theodore Long (yes, I know I retired him back with La Resistance) because I'm tired of hearing his whining about how the black man is held down by "the man", because I see him holding himself down by only bitching about it. I'm part Native American, and if anything, I want my land from the US Government that they said they would give my people in all those treaties, but I probably wouldn't do anything with it anyway so what's the point. I say that if you don't start a problem, there is no problem, and whining won't end it anyway.
***
Vince was still demanding hat his final act end in a 1-count fall, for either of the 2. Eventually, it crossed his mind that maybe he could crown another Champion in the process. He sat in his wheelchair, looking at the fans as they waited for him to speak. "I know that you might deem it unfair that week after week I force Enigma and Anonymous to fight, it's only for your entertainment." He said into his microphone.
"Hey I don't enjoy watching 2 people kill each other!" Some man yelled at him from the front row.
"I agree. That's why I've made this decision, to unveil the next match for the Juggernauts. But it won't just be them, I've thrown in a bit more of a twist." Vince grinned wickedly. "Elimination Chamber!"
The fans, wondering what else he could expect from the 2 Juggernauts, actually cheered his decision for once, but only slightly. "Now, for the Competitors. They will be Jericho, Flair, and of course the Juggernauts. But seeing as how we'll need 6 people this time, not 4 like the last Elimination Chamber match, I'm bringing in a few Superstars that have not been heard of lately. Allow me to introduce the other 2."
Big Show's music hit the arena, and he made his way down the ramp to the ringside next to Vince, and waited (it's time to finish what I started).
Theodore Long, of all people, was next. "Let me holla at ya playa. I've been held down by the man for a long time, but it's the man himself calling me down here to prove that a brotha can win the Undisputed Championship without even being a fighta."
"SHUT UP!" The fans yelled at him.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? WERE YOU DROPPED ON YOUR HEAD AS A KID?" Anonymous' voice boomed out of the speakers.
"Ya can't keep me down, playa." Theodore replied.
"YOU HOLD YOURSELF DOWN. ALL YOU TALK ABOUT IS HOW YOU'RE OPPRESSED, INSTEAD OF TRYING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. PEOPLE WOULD RESPECT YOU IF DID SOMETHING OTHER THAN WHINE ALL OF THE TIME."
That never occurred to Long before. "Shut up, whitie!" He screamed in frustration.
"I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO SINK TO YOUR LEVEL AND ANSWER THAT PATHETIC ATTEMPT AT AN INSULT. VINCE, IF YOU WANT TO DO GOOD FOR THE FANS BRING HOGAN OUT OF RETIREMENT."
"No. Hogan's not coming out of retirement, and that's final."
"I beg to differ!" Mick Foley said at the top of the ramp. "Since I'm the Chairman, and you're only completing your final act, I can do what I see good for the business, so I've terminated Hogan's contracts as Hollywood Hulk Hogan and Mr. America and issued him a new contract." The fans cheered wildly for his decision.
"It's too late to put him in the match. It's my decision, you can book him in if you want, but he won't get a shot at any Title as long as I'm still enforcing my position as Chairman!"
"YOU CAN'T DECIDE ANYTHING, OTHER THAN THE MATCH TYPE. ANY OTHER ACT WILL RESULT IN YOUR FINAL ACT BEING VOID." Enigma said, his voice coming out of now where.
"Fuck you, Enigma!" Vince's temper had surpassed him.
"NO THANKS. OH YEAH, I HOPE YOU'RE AFRAID OF HEIGHTS." Then all the lights cut off, and turned back on a minute later. When they turned on, bodies were everywhere, and Vince was tied in his wheelchair, suspended in midair by the hook that hold the Title Belts in a Ladder Match. Blood was dripping down, staining the canvas. No one was sure how Vince could continue to make all of his stupid decisions with the Juggernauts after him, but then again, isn't that the enigma?
***
Big Show and Jericho started off the Elimination Chamber Match, Big Show easily gaining the upper hand despite being weakened since his fight with Enigma. 5 minutes passed, and Ric Flair was let out of his cell. Flair and Jericho both teamed up against Big Show, who succeeded in eliminating Flair. Big Show had just eliminated Flair as Enigma was let out of his cell.
Enigma threw Big Show and Jericho into the metal wall of the Chamber, and began to easily kick their asses. Next was Theodore Long, who just tried to stay out of the way of the main part of the fight. Then Anonymous was unleashed. Anonymous grabbed Long's baldhead, and threw him into his cell, and locked the glass door. Long tried to get out, but couldn't. Long bashed his shoulder against the glass, but couldn't budge it. But he did succeed in triggering the booby trap Anonymous had put on top of the small cell earlier. 3 buckets of white paint poured down on an unsuspecting Theodore Long.
Anonymous unlocked the glass door, and pulled the now drowning and white Teddy Bear... erh, I mean Long, out and stood him up. Anonymous climbed up to the top of the Chamber, looking down at his target. He fell down, and did a dropkick to him, snapping Long's neck back violently. He gurgled something, and fell back. Anonymous put his boot on his chest, pinning and eliminating him, but not until after applying enough pressure to hear the bones crunching under him.
Enigma pinned Big Show, after doing a Tombstone Pile driver to him on the steel mesh surrounding the ring, breaking his neck and finishing off what he had failed to succeed in before. "And they call Shawn Michaels the Show Stopper." Anonymous said, locking his eye on his brother. Then they remembered Jericho had yet to be eliminated.
(My brother, Robert, began writing here)
Jericho saw both Juggernauts turn to face him, and he felt warm liquid dripping down his leg. Jericho began desperately climbing the wall of the Chamber, knowing his conscious minutes of the day were counting down.
Anonymous and Enigma were standing in the middle of the ring, watching Jericho in silence. They each turned to face each other and, while no words were spoken, they knew exactly what to do. First, each raised a fist, and bought it down three times.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" Each said under their breaths.
"DAMMIT!" Shouted Anonymous as he saw his "Rock" get covered by Enigma's "Paper".
"You'll get your chance, someday. Just do your job," replied Enigma as he walked over to Jericho.
Enigma reached for Jericho, who managed to climb only 2 feet up the side of the Chamber, and grabbed the helpless man then tossed him effortlessly toward Anonymous. In mid air, Jericho seemed like a rag doll.
Anonymous caught Jericho with ease then put him in a vicious bear hug. If he wanted to, Anonymous could've easily broken his ribs and back, but that wasn't what he wanted to do. Anonymous just stepped to the side and waited.
Enigma went to work, taking his time. First, he ripped the canvas off of the mat, exposing the plywood underneath. Then he punched a hole into the plywood and tore off a section about 6 feet long and 4 feet wide. Below the plywood were 2 beams to support whoever fought above.
Enigma dropped down through the hole he created and grabbed one of the beams. For a normal man, it would require a tool of some sort to remove the beam, Enigma used one hand. He took the beam he removed and threw it up back into the remnants of the ring. Then he climbed up himself.
Back up on the ring, Enigma picked up the beam and placed on the other exposed beam, which was almost in the middle of the rectangular "hole" in the ring.
Jericho was watching this and had thought up an idea of what was going to happen. Then, he had a flashback...
***
Baby Jericho was piling some little rocks on one end of the makeshift seesaw, which was a shovel on a rock. (Canadians don't have very good playgrounds.) Baby Jericho jumped off of a nearby bench and landed on the handle of the shovel. Little rocks went soaring into the air and the opposite end of the shovel smacked Baby Jericho very hard in the forehead. Back to reality...
***
Jericho had given up on kicking and screaming like a little girl a long time ago. But now, he had yet another thing to worry about.
"Let me do it! You always get all the fun!" Said Anonymous.
"But you already had your turn! It's my turn now!" replied Enigma.
"Okay, okay." Anonymous mumbled.
"Thank you." Enigma said loudly in Jericho's face. Enigma raised his fist and brought it down quickly on top of Jericho's head. Jericho went limp.
Enigma took Jericho away from Anonymous and dragged the dead-like body toward the hole, then dropped the limp Jericho in the pit. Jericho landed on the beam, helpless as possible to what was about to happen.
Enigma hopped over the hole and climbed the wall of the Elimination Chamber. He climbed all the way to the "roof". Once there, he managed to put his feet up against the roof while still holding himself up. Then, in rapid succession, many things happened that would require the second hospitalization of the self-declared King of the World.
Enigma let go of the roof.
Enigma kicked off of the roof, propelling himself downward.
Jericho regained enough consciousness to realize what was about to happen.
Enigma hit the end of the beam that was sticking up into the air.
Jericho was airborne for the second time because of a Juggernaut.
Jericho flew up toward the roof of the Elimination Chamber, then through the roof of the Chamber, and continued to head skyward.
Jericho wished that he hadn't regained consciousness.
Enigma jumped out of the pit he had created and watched Jericho land in the mass of fans and spectators.
(Robert stopped writing here)
"You better remember next time it's my turn." Anonymous said.
"Fine." Enigma said, and the fight between the Juggernauts began.
Enigma grabbed Anonymous' face and threw it into the chained wall of the Chamber, grating it on his face. The friction caused the mask to rip, exposing the side of Anonymous' face with the long scar and the false eye. Glass grinded as his face was pulled along the steel chain, tearing out chunks of his false eye and flesh. Enigma let go of his head, and got ready to dropkick Anonymous in his exposed face. Anonymous was ready for it, and got ready.
Enigma went flying in the air as Anonymous stepped to the side, grabbing his brother's legs as he flew beside him. Anonymous swung his brother like a bat at a steel beam, cracking it and causing part of the Chamber to sag.
Enigma jabbed his thumbs into his brother's eyes, trying to make him let go. He inadvertently applied too much pressure to the damaged false eye, and shattered it. Anonymous let go of him, and brushed the shards of glass out of his socket. Anonymous got some distance, and ran as fast as he could at his brother. Enigma saw him running towards him, and took a step to the side, sending Anonymous flying through the Chamber wall.
Too bad that earlier they had not heard the bell ring as a No-Contest when Jericho learned how to fly, and there was still no Undisputed Champion.
***
Linda McMahon opened the door to a locker room, and saw Anonymous sitting on a bench, a doctor pulling fragments of glass out of his eye socket. Enigma was missing, but soon showed up after a toilet flushing was heard, along with a loud "Fishy, come back!" Enigma walked out into the locker room, holding a little plastic bag in one hand and a sad look on his face.
"Sit down, Enigma." Linda said. Enigma sat down, and Linda began. "Listen, you two. You're both making this company a lot of money, but we loose money each fight when you destroy the rings and equipment, so you two will have to tone down the violence instead of destroying the rings, okay?" She turned around, and left.
Through the door, she could hear the two Juggernauts laughing.
"Hey guys, I think she was serious." The doctor who was working on Anonymous' eye socket said. Linda pressed her ear up against the door, waiting for someone to say something else.
The Juggernauts only laughed harder.
***
Robert is my oldest brother, and another author on FanFiction.Net. He and my experiences in life are the basis for Anonymous' past, as far as the cruelty and mockery go. We've both gotten over it, though, and are better people for developing good character traits because of it (that does not mean that you have to go to hell and back to be a good person). So far, his works include;
Long Road Home (Fast and the Furious fanfic)
Long Road Home Part 2 (Fast and the Furious fanfic)
Today, it sucks to be a nazi (Oz fanfic, it's not what it looks like)