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She was beautiful. Her soft, wavy brown hair was cascaded upon her shoulders. She had a soft pink colored blouse and black Dockers on. She swept into the ring gracefully and received a microphone.
"I realize that the position of number one contender for the WWE championship has not yet been named. So tonight, in this very ring, there will be a battle royal between six Smackdown! superstars for the chance to go one on one with the champion at the next pay-per-view, SummerSlam!" she paused for the reaction from the fans.
The fans roared their approval of the match and brought a smile to Stephanie McMahon's face. The smile brightened Fred's heart. The look of her being so happy caused Fred great joy. He had never known why she had always attracted his attention, but she did and their was nothing that he could do about it.
"And the superstars for this match are-" Stephanie started.
"Weeeeelll, Well it's the Big Show," The Big Show's entrance began and interrupted Stephanie's announcement.
There was the huge explosion of pyro that followed with his entrance, but something went wrong. Not only was there the entrance explosion, but many other pyros went off. And they went off right into the crowd.
Fred looked in horror at the scene before him. People were using their final breaths for excruciating screams and people were fleeing away from the fires in madness, stomping many others to death as they ran.
Fred looked up from the death and mayhem and saw something bright coming at him. He went on instinct and dove to the side. Unfortunately he was not quick. The pyrotechnic whizzed right next to his back, obliterating the back of his shirt and destroying his skin. The pain shot through his entire body which caused him to scream in terrible pain. He put his hand to his back and yelped again as the open wound was touch he stared at his hand and saw that it was dripping with his blood. He slowly got to his feet to see a way out. For some reason his eyes wandered to the ring. What he saw, terrified him.
Stephanie was lying in the middle of the ring, unconscious but apparently unharmed. What he saw around her was what made him terrified. Flames were inching their way toward her prone body ready to envelop her in its fiery death grip.
Again, he acted out of instinct. He shot out of his now empty row and down the stairs in a flash. Soon he was racing towards the ring, no longer feeling the pain on his back. He was far to concerned for Stephanie to care.
He finally arrived at the ring. He hopped the padding covered railing and stood in front of the ring. The ropes were bright orange with flames and so was the bottom curtain. Normally he would have given up, but he no longer cared about the pain. He leapt through the ropes.
He barely felt the bright fire that burnt his arms and legs. He crawled quickly over to Stephanie's unconscious body. He swept her into his arms with an arm under her legs and another under her shoulder blades. He gave a swift kick to each rope in front of him and they all tugged free of their supports and fell to the ground below. He gave a great fit of coughs as he realized that he must have swallowed a lot of smoke.
He jumped to the ground and found himself facing the entrance ramp. Fires were all around it so that was out. He turned his head to the left of it and saw an opening. He ran as quickly as he could with the added weight. He eventually arrived at the exit. But was soon knocked to the ground.
Apparently there was a large group remaining and they had the same idea as Fred did. Fred fell to the ground, with Stephanie still out cold in his arms. He put her down in front of him and covered her the best he could with his own body.
The raging group seemed to be endless. They were all stomping all over him. He felt kicks to mostly every part of his body. He definatly felt a hard kick to the ribs and heard cracking and breaking knowing that he would feel that in the morning. Many people also stomped on his right leg and eventually it too gave way and he heard another cracking and breaking, the sound of his leg breaking.
There was pain everywhere now and he was starting to feel numb. He was able to suppress his screams by grinding his teeth; he did not want to waste energy. Every time he felt that he wanted to just lie down and die, he would just look down at Stephanie's beautiful face and feel another surge of energy.
Finally the group subsided and Fred got shakily to his feet, with Stephanie still in his arms and favoring his right leg. He was finally was able to hobble backstage, while coughing and wheezing. He found people being attended to by the paramedics. He hurried over to the station. One noticed him and hurried to him.
"Oh my god," the paramedic exclaimed, "sir please come this way." He motioned to an ambulance.
"Get her first," Fred was able to choke out.
"But sir-"
"Just do it!"
The paramedic no longer protested and put Stephanie on the back of the ambulance. Now that Stephanie seemed to be ok. Everything rushed at Fred at once. All the pain came back at him in one fell swoop.
He staggered back and his right leg gave out from under him. He fell back and hit his head on the concrete floor. His vision soon became darker and darker and then...it was black.
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A/N: That was one of the longest chapters that I have ever written. I hope you liked it. The wrestling storyline was never an actual storyline, I think. Please R&R. :)
So, until next time my murder, same black wings, same damn card. SYWISY
King of Spades
She was beautiful. Her soft, wavy brown hair was cascaded upon her shoulders. She had a soft pink colored blouse and black Dockers on. She swept into the ring gracefully and received a microphone.
"I realize that the position of number one contender for the WWE championship has not yet been named. So tonight, in this very ring, there will be a battle royal between six Smackdown! superstars for the chance to go one on one with the champion at the next pay-per-view, SummerSlam!" she paused for the reaction from the fans.
The fans roared their approval of the match and brought a smile to Stephanie McMahon's face. The smile brightened Fred's heart. The look of her being so happy caused Fred great joy. He had never known why she had always attracted his attention, but she did and their was nothing that he could do about it.
"And the superstars for this match are-" Stephanie started.
"Weeeeelll, Well it's the Big Show," The Big Show's entrance began and interrupted Stephanie's announcement.
There was the huge explosion of pyro that followed with his entrance, but something went wrong. Not only was there the entrance explosion, but many other pyros went off. And they went off right into the crowd.
Fred looked in horror at the scene before him. People were using their final breaths for excruciating screams and people were fleeing away from the fires in madness, stomping many others to death as they ran.
Fred looked up from the death and mayhem and saw something bright coming at him. He went on instinct and dove to the side. Unfortunately he was not quick. The pyrotechnic whizzed right next to his back, obliterating the back of his shirt and destroying his skin. The pain shot through his entire body which caused him to scream in terrible pain. He put his hand to his back and yelped again as the open wound was touch he stared at his hand and saw that it was dripping with his blood. He slowly got to his feet to see a way out. For some reason his eyes wandered to the ring. What he saw, terrified him.
Stephanie was lying in the middle of the ring, unconscious but apparently unharmed. What he saw around her was what made him terrified. Flames were inching their way toward her prone body ready to envelop her in its fiery death grip.
Again, he acted out of instinct. He shot out of his now empty row and down the stairs in a flash. Soon he was racing towards the ring, no longer feeling the pain on his back. He was far to concerned for Stephanie to care.
He finally arrived at the ring. He hopped the padding covered railing and stood in front of the ring. The ropes were bright orange with flames and so was the bottom curtain. Normally he would have given up, but he no longer cared about the pain. He leapt through the ropes.
He barely felt the bright fire that burnt his arms and legs. He crawled quickly over to Stephanie's unconscious body. He swept her into his arms with an arm under her legs and another under her shoulder blades. He gave a swift kick to each rope in front of him and they all tugged free of their supports and fell to the ground below. He gave a great fit of coughs as he realized that he must have swallowed a lot of smoke.
He jumped to the ground and found himself facing the entrance ramp. Fires were all around it so that was out. He turned his head to the left of it and saw an opening. He ran as quickly as he could with the added weight. He eventually arrived at the exit. But was soon knocked to the ground.
Apparently there was a large group remaining and they had the same idea as Fred did. Fred fell to the ground, with Stephanie still out cold in his arms. He put her down in front of him and covered her the best he could with his own body.
The raging group seemed to be endless. They were all stomping all over him. He felt kicks to mostly every part of his body. He definatly felt a hard kick to the ribs and heard cracking and breaking knowing that he would feel that in the morning. Many people also stomped on his right leg and eventually it too gave way and he heard another cracking and breaking, the sound of his leg breaking.
There was pain everywhere now and he was starting to feel numb. He was able to suppress his screams by grinding his teeth; he did not want to waste energy. Every time he felt that he wanted to just lie down and die, he would just look down at Stephanie's beautiful face and feel another surge of energy.
Finally the group subsided and Fred got shakily to his feet, with Stephanie still in his arms and favoring his right leg. He was finally was able to hobble backstage, while coughing and wheezing. He found people being attended to by the paramedics. He hurried over to the station. One noticed him and hurried to him.
"Oh my god," the paramedic exclaimed, "sir please come this way." He motioned to an ambulance.
"Get her first," Fred was able to choke out.
"But sir-"
"Just do it!"
The paramedic no longer protested and put Stephanie on the back of the ambulance. Now that Stephanie seemed to be ok. Everything rushed at Fred at once. All the pain came back at him in one fell swoop.
He staggered back and his right leg gave out from under him. He fell back and hit his head on the concrete floor. His vision soon became darker and darker and then...it was black.
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A/N: That was one of the longest chapters that I have ever written. I hope you liked it. The wrestling storyline was never an actual storyline, I think. Please R&R. :)
So, until next time my murder, same black wings, same damn card. SYWISY
King of Spades