Disclaimer: I own Cori and XA/N. That's all!!
A/N: OK, FYI, I planned on going to Survivor Series in this story no matter what anybody said anyway. I am really, really sorry for the lack of updates. This was my first week back at school, and I have had zip time for anything! I am also really tired, so if this chapter comes out a little funky, then I apologize. Thanks to Louise N (whomever that might be) for reviewing about 9 or 10 times. (Not like I'm downsizing any of my other reviewers, I just wanted to recognize her, because I'm going to try and not add any more people than absolutely necessary.) Thanks to those who have rode this thing through from the beginning, your support is greatly appreciated!!!!
XA/N: Ok, we were all about to be shot.....
Bischoff pulled the trigger, and....
The gun merely clicked.
"What? No!!!" He yelled, repeatedly pulling the trigger and getting clicks in return for his troubles. A smiling face became visible behind that of Eric's. A huge grin came upon everyone's face.
That smiling face in th background belonged to the one and only...
Vince McMahon.
Vince tapped Eric on the shoulder and when Eric turned around, he was met with a hard punch right to the face. That (naturally) knocked Eric out. Vince stood over the fallen man, doing absolutely nothing but grinning.
"Thanks Vince." JB chimed in. The rest of the group murmured their thanks as well.
"It was no problem at all. I've been wanting to do that for quite a long time." He said, walking towards the group.
"Let's get all of you back to the company hotel, so that we can plan out what's going to go down on RAW next week." Vince said.
To be continued......
**
Chris sat in a pink plastic hospital chair that he was only too familiar with. He sat, smiling as he watched Shawn forcefully swallow something that looked like Jello, but Chris had a feeling that it wasn't.
"Shut up Irvine." He said, swallowing. "One day, when you get hurt, I'm going to ask for this specially for you. Then we'll see how funny it is." He mumbled. Chris merely smiled at Shawn as the nurse left.
"When do you think you'll be out of here?" Chris asked. Shawn shrugged, and then winced. His back wasn't ready for that kind of physical sarcasm.
"Soon, I hope. I've got things to do, people to see." Shawn said, trying to imitate Chris. Both men smiled and joked around a little while longer, until visiting hours were over.
"Well, I've got to check up on my 'mon capitan'" Chris said, making fun of his daughter, whom he thought worried too much.
"Works for me. Tell her I said 'hi' will you?" Shawn asked as Chris stood up.
"Sure thing. Seeya tomorrow, Shawn." Chris said, then made his way out of the hospital.
Chris drove at a moderate speed going back to the hotel. Liz wasn't around; her home was in Florida, close to his. Cori was supposed to be at his hotel room when he got there because her term at school was up. Chris turned on his Fozzy CD and his windshield wipers because it was beginning to rain.
"Man, I hate rain." He muttered to himself. The rain began to come down harder and it didn't help matters much that it was dark outside. Chris grabbed his cell phone from the arm rest and hit MEM 1 on the phone without even looking at it. He had his headset on so he could talk without having to hold the phone. While the phone was ringing, He turned down the music on the stereo.
"Hello?"
"Cori?" He yelled into the phone, it was hailing now.
"Dad, where are you?"
"On my way home, can you turn on the weather channel real quick and see what's happenin' out here?" He asked.
"Sure thing, dad." She said, then she got up and turned the TV on the weather channel and found the area they were in.
Chris noticed that the hail was starting to dent the truck he was driving, and he knew that whatever the outcome of the weather was, it wasn't going to be good. There were not that many cars on the interstate, oddly enough. Lightening was flashing and thunder was rolling as Chris kept on driving, waiting for his daughter to tell him what he was getting himself into.
"Dad, still there?" She asked, she sounded a little shaken.
"Yeah, I'm still here, what's the verdict?"
"What interstate are you on?" She asked him.
"Uh, 270." He replied.
"I was afraid of that." She mumbled, "Dad, you might want to find a good place to turn off pretty quickly."
"What's coming at me?" He asked, but he already knew the answer.
"Tornadoes, dad. They're all around you." Came the answer. "North on 270, South on 270, West on 275 and there's two on East 275." Chris heard her sniffing on the other end.
"Hey, I'll make it there, just hang tight, ok?"
"I know you will, dad, just take your time." She said. She waited for her father to answer with something, but the answer wouldn't come.
"Dad?"
"Hang on, Cori." He said, his voice emphasizing that he was trying to concentrate on something.
Chris watched in his rearview mirror as another truck came revving up behind him. Lightening was striking all around the place, but the thing behind the truck was unmistakable.
Behind the quickly advancing truck, was a twister.
Chris swore under his breath as he pushed on the gas pedal to speed up. He could vaguely see the exit that he wanted was about 10 or so miles away from him. The lights from the city illuminated the sky alongside the lightening. Chris then saw the tornado that was on North 270. It was a good thing that he had been preoccupied with the one in front of him, or he would've seen the truck that was behind him suddenly get sucked into the twister.
He sure as hell saw the landing. The truck came crashing down right in front of Chris', giving him almost zero reaction time. His truck hit the other and his flipped over and landed on the top of the cab.
"Shit!" He screamed as he hit the other truck. Cori was still on the other end.
"Dad?" She asked into the phone. No answer.
"DAD?" She screamed.
"Cori..." He managed to get out. His seatbelt held him upside down, and the cab had been smashed to pieces. He knew that he was screwed, trapped, or both. He couldn't move his neck at all, but the cell phone was still on, and apparently he was still wearing the headset.
"Dad, what happened?" She asked worriedly. Chris let out a groan as he tried to move.
"I flipped the truck over." He said. He tried to get out of his seatbelt at that point because it was starting to choke him.
"Are you ok, dad? Where are you?" Cori asked, trying to keep from dropping the phone, she was trembling so much. She picked up the hotel phone and dialed 911.
"Right in between the North and South twisters." He said.
"They're heading right for you, " she said, then answered the 911 Operator.
"No shit Sherlock." He mumbled as he once again tried to get his seat belt loose. Chris suddenly had the idea to look in at the other truck and see who was in it.
"Hey, are you ok in there?" He yelled over the wind and rain. Both the windows and the windshield were shattered on impact, so he could yell to the other person. The other person moved their head a little, and then remained motionless. Chris knew who that figure was, though.
And he wasn't pleased with what he saw...
**
A/N: OK, FYI, I planned on going to Survivor Series in this story no matter what anybody said anyway. I am really, really sorry for the lack of updates. This was my first week back at school, and I have had zip time for anything! I am also really tired, so if this chapter comes out a little funky, then I apologize. Thanks to Louise N (whomever that might be) for reviewing about 9 or 10 times. (Not like I'm downsizing any of my other reviewers, I just wanted to recognize her, because I'm going to try and not add any more people than absolutely necessary.) Thanks to those who have rode this thing through from the beginning, your support is greatly appreciated!!!!
XA/N: Ok, we were all about to be shot.....
Bischoff pulled the trigger, and....
The gun merely clicked.
"What? No!!!" He yelled, repeatedly pulling the trigger and getting clicks in return for his troubles. A smiling face became visible behind that of Eric's. A huge grin came upon everyone's face.
That smiling face in th background belonged to the one and only...
Vince McMahon.
Vince tapped Eric on the shoulder and when Eric turned around, he was met with a hard punch right to the face. That (naturally) knocked Eric out. Vince stood over the fallen man, doing absolutely nothing but grinning.
"Thanks Vince." JB chimed in. The rest of the group murmured their thanks as well.
"It was no problem at all. I've been wanting to do that for quite a long time." He said, walking towards the group.
"Let's get all of you back to the company hotel, so that we can plan out what's going to go down on RAW next week." Vince said.
To be continued......
**
Chris sat in a pink plastic hospital chair that he was only too familiar with. He sat, smiling as he watched Shawn forcefully swallow something that looked like Jello, but Chris had a feeling that it wasn't.
"Shut up Irvine." He said, swallowing. "One day, when you get hurt, I'm going to ask for this specially for you. Then we'll see how funny it is." He mumbled. Chris merely smiled at Shawn as the nurse left.
"When do you think you'll be out of here?" Chris asked. Shawn shrugged, and then winced. His back wasn't ready for that kind of physical sarcasm.
"Soon, I hope. I've got things to do, people to see." Shawn said, trying to imitate Chris. Both men smiled and joked around a little while longer, until visiting hours were over.
"Well, I've got to check up on my 'mon capitan'" Chris said, making fun of his daughter, whom he thought worried too much.
"Works for me. Tell her I said 'hi' will you?" Shawn asked as Chris stood up.
"Sure thing. Seeya tomorrow, Shawn." Chris said, then made his way out of the hospital.
Chris drove at a moderate speed going back to the hotel. Liz wasn't around; her home was in Florida, close to his. Cori was supposed to be at his hotel room when he got there because her term at school was up. Chris turned on his Fozzy CD and his windshield wipers because it was beginning to rain.
"Man, I hate rain." He muttered to himself. The rain began to come down harder and it didn't help matters much that it was dark outside. Chris grabbed his cell phone from the arm rest and hit MEM 1 on the phone without even looking at it. He had his headset on so he could talk without having to hold the phone. While the phone was ringing, He turned down the music on the stereo.
"Hello?"
"Cori?" He yelled into the phone, it was hailing now.
"Dad, where are you?"
"On my way home, can you turn on the weather channel real quick and see what's happenin' out here?" He asked.
"Sure thing, dad." She said, then she got up and turned the TV on the weather channel and found the area they were in.
Chris noticed that the hail was starting to dent the truck he was driving, and he knew that whatever the outcome of the weather was, it wasn't going to be good. There were not that many cars on the interstate, oddly enough. Lightening was flashing and thunder was rolling as Chris kept on driving, waiting for his daughter to tell him what he was getting himself into.
"Dad, still there?" She asked, she sounded a little shaken.
"Yeah, I'm still here, what's the verdict?"
"What interstate are you on?" She asked him.
"Uh, 270." He replied.
"I was afraid of that." She mumbled, "Dad, you might want to find a good place to turn off pretty quickly."
"What's coming at me?" He asked, but he already knew the answer.
"Tornadoes, dad. They're all around you." Came the answer. "North on 270, South on 270, West on 275 and there's two on East 275." Chris heard her sniffing on the other end.
"Hey, I'll make it there, just hang tight, ok?"
"I know you will, dad, just take your time." She said. She waited for her father to answer with something, but the answer wouldn't come.
"Dad?"
"Hang on, Cori." He said, his voice emphasizing that he was trying to concentrate on something.
Chris watched in his rearview mirror as another truck came revving up behind him. Lightening was striking all around the place, but the thing behind the truck was unmistakable.
Behind the quickly advancing truck, was a twister.
Chris swore under his breath as he pushed on the gas pedal to speed up. He could vaguely see the exit that he wanted was about 10 or so miles away from him. The lights from the city illuminated the sky alongside the lightening. Chris then saw the tornado that was on North 270. It was a good thing that he had been preoccupied with the one in front of him, or he would've seen the truck that was behind him suddenly get sucked into the twister.
He sure as hell saw the landing. The truck came crashing down right in front of Chris', giving him almost zero reaction time. His truck hit the other and his flipped over and landed on the top of the cab.
"Shit!" He screamed as he hit the other truck. Cori was still on the other end.
"Dad?" She asked into the phone. No answer.
"DAD?" She screamed.
"Cori..." He managed to get out. His seatbelt held him upside down, and the cab had been smashed to pieces. He knew that he was screwed, trapped, or both. He couldn't move his neck at all, but the cell phone was still on, and apparently he was still wearing the headset.
"Dad, what happened?" She asked worriedly. Chris let out a groan as he tried to move.
"I flipped the truck over." He said. He tried to get out of his seatbelt at that point because it was starting to choke him.
"Are you ok, dad? Where are you?" Cori asked, trying to keep from dropping the phone, she was trembling so much. She picked up the hotel phone and dialed 911.
"Right in between the North and South twisters." He said.
"They're heading right for you, " she said, then answered the 911 Operator.
"No shit Sherlock." He mumbled as he once again tried to get his seat belt loose. Chris suddenly had the idea to look in at the other truck and see who was in it.
"Hey, are you ok in there?" He yelled over the wind and rain. Both the windows and the windshield were shattered on impact, so he could yell to the other person. The other person moved their head a little, and then remained motionless. Chris knew who that figure was, though.
And he wasn't pleased with what he saw...
**