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by now that I don't own much else, so why do I even bother with this
anymore?)
A/N: I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but the song that was in the chapter was "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence. Most of you have probably heard the song and knew what it was anyways, but I'm just going to clarify that just in case. Next thing I need to rattle about is that school is finally out and updates will be more frequent. For those of you who read Drop to Zero as well as this story, you know that I said every other day. Well, since the story Drop to Zero is not even finished in the writing sense that might be kind of difficult to do. As always, thank you for having patience with me and still reviewing this story. (Which, by the way, IS going to keep on until I can't possibly think of another problem to throw at them.) Peace all.
XA/N: Who is the mystery man who said that we aren't going to go anywhere?
Dun dun dun!!
It was.......................Vince McMahon!!!!!
"Vince, wha-what do you mean?" Lizzie stuttered out.
"Exactly what I mean," Vince said, raising a gun. "The murder of a young girl will surely give us ratings when no one believes that it is real."
"Ratings? That is a bunch of bullshit, Vince and you know it!" JB screamed, while Shawn was trying to settle her down.
"You are willing to risk the life of a young girl for the simple reason of ratings?" Steph asked in disbelief. Akila had to be restrained by Jeff in order to not walk over to Vince and blast his bloody lights out.
Skittle, meanwhile, was not even in the warehouse at all. She was tied up in the back of a van that was parked about five feet from where they were all standing. She was looking out the back window and just praying that someone would come and find her.
"Vince, this is stupid and crazy!" Shawn yelled.
"I beg to differ, Shawn. This is a calculated risk. I believe that we can profit from this." Vince said, holding the gun steady.
"Profit how?" Jericho demanded. "You will have women's rights people jumping down your throat, not to mention a very large number of upset parents who found out that when their child tried to murder their little brother or sister when asked where they saw it form and they answer wrestling, you're gonna be screwed. You're putting nails in a coffin, Vince, there is no upside to any of this." Jeff nodded.
"Besides Vince, people don't want to see killing on wrestling. They want to see awesome storylines about wrestlers. Not poor storylines about murderers and HLA." Jeff said. The GMs nodded their heads. Vince seemed to ponder this for a moment, when all of a sudden, an explosion sounded from behind them.
"Oh shit." Skittle thought, as she saw what was going on behind them.
**
"Say your prayers, Irvine." A voice said from behind Chris. Chris closed his eyes and wished that he could be left alone. He didn't need anymore of this. This was all going to end, right here, and right now.
"What do you want, Flair?" Chris asked him, knowing the man behind him by voice. Ric smiled.
"You. Dead. That's what I want, Chris. You killed Hunter and Kevin. Now, I'm gonna kill you." He said. Chris looked down for a minute. He was still kneeling on the cold concrete floor, and he still had Shawn's head in his lap. He noticed Shawn begin to blink. Shawn gave Chris a puzzled look, but Chris silenced him with his eyes. He had a plan.
"What do you have to say to that, Chris? Do you agree?" Ric asked, walking closer to Chris. Shawn recognized the voice and understood what was happening.
"You killed my daughter, you killed my girlfriend, you killed Rebecca, Cameron and Shawn, what else do you need to take from me?" Chris said, an expression completely unreadable coming across his face. Shawn winced as Chris moved his knees. He was getting ready to strike.
"I still need to take your life, Chris. That's the only thing left to take. When we killed your daughter, it took your heart. When we killed Liz, it took your soul. When we killed Shawn and his family, it took your common sense and your sense of reality. The only thing left to take is your life, Chris. It's the only thing left." Ric said, as he put a hand on Chris' shoulder. He saw Shawn's bloody face in Chris' lap. Ric smiled.
"You know Irvine, you really could've been something great in your life, like Hunter was. If you hadn't become preoccupied with making friends and getting laid, you'd have really prospered, you know that?" Chris was biting his tongue to not say something to him. He looked the other way as Ric kept talking.
"Instead, you made friends and met girls that you liked. You lost sight of your goal."
"And what was that goal, Flair? What makes you so sure that you even know me?" Chris demanded. Flair walked in front of him and squatted down.
"Your goal was first to be the World Heavyweight Champion. Then, you wanted to make enough money for your daughter to go to a good school, and you hoped to find a good girl and settle down. After those things went wrong, you began to set new goals. When you heard of Rebecca's death, you wanted revenge on Hunter along with Shawn. Although, you weren't as bloodthirsty as he was, you still wanted some payback." Chris just looked at Flair. A moron could've made these accusations. Flair was just attempting to be big and bad. Chris was going to let him finish saying what he was at this point, then he was going to shut him up for once and for all.
"When Cori was killed, you wanted Hunter's head on a plate, and then you would only wish that you could've given him a more painful death than what you did. Now that everyone else is dead, as well as Hunter, there is only one person to let the final anger out on. That person being me. You see, I can't afford to let you run around, because then I would have to be looking over my shoulder all the time, and no one wants that." Flair finished. Chris nodded and pretended to look interested. Then, he stood up.
"You want to take me out Flair? Do it man to man. Put your gun down and fight me." Chris said, taking a couple steps away from Shawn. Flair smiled.
"I was hoping you'd ask me that." He said as he threw his gun down and took his coat off. Sirens were now becoming audible in the distance. Ric and Chris circled around for a little bit, then they finally locked up. Chris punched Ric in the ribs a few times, and Ric responded with a low blow kick. Chris doubled over in pain, and Ric used that to his advantage as well.
"Come on King of the World, show me what you got!!" Ric yelled as he kicked Chris in the face, and sent him sprawling on the floor. Chris tried to catch his breath and regain control of this fight. The sirens were getting closer, and Flair knew that he had to finish Chris off before they got too close so that he could escape. Ric started to pull Chris up off of the floor, when Chris shot up with a chain and started whipping Flair with it.
"How do you like that, Nature Boy? Doesn't feel so good to you does it?" Chris yelled as he slung the chain against Flair's back. Chris doubled the chain up and wrapped it around his fist. "Feel the pain of nature, you son of a bitch." He said to Flair before low- blowing him. Flair fell down to the concrete and began to weep.
Chris walked over to Shawn to check on him. He wasn't moving, but his eyes were open and he had been watching the whole fight. He forced a smile when Chris asked how he was.
"Not too terribly bad, how about yourself?" Shawn replied, taking his eyes off of Flair for a moment.
"Not too bad, but better, knowing that you're not dead." Chris said, as both friends laughed. Chris heard the click of a gun behind him again.
"Game over, Chris." Ric said. Chris stood up and turned his head to look in Flair's direction. It gave him a hint of a demonic look.
"Oh this game is just beginning." He said. Flair fired three bullets into Chris' back as the cops pulled up. Chris let out a cry as he fell to his knees. He was vaguely aware of the cops running past him to catch Flair undoubtedly. He was also vaguely aware of Shawn yelling at him. He noticed a paramedic rushing towards him.
Then he fell backwards and hit his head on the concrete floor. After that, he knew no more..... **
Read and Review!! BTW, I still need some kind of an idea for XA/N so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help me out on that!!!!
A/N: I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but the song that was in the chapter was "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence. Most of you have probably heard the song and knew what it was anyways, but I'm just going to clarify that just in case. Next thing I need to rattle about is that school is finally out and updates will be more frequent. For those of you who read Drop to Zero as well as this story, you know that I said every other day. Well, since the story Drop to Zero is not even finished in the writing sense that might be kind of difficult to do. As always, thank you for having patience with me and still reviewing this story. (Which, by the way, IS going to keep on until I can't possibly think of another problem to throw at them.) Peace all.
XA/N: Who is the mystery man who said that we aren't going to go anywhere?
Dun dun dun!!
It was.......................Vince McMahon!!!!!
"Vince, wha-what do you mean?" Lizzie stuttered out.
"Exactly what I mean," Vince said, raising a gun. "The murder of a young girl will surely give us ratings when no one believes that it is real."
"Ratings? That is a bunch of bullshit, Vince and you know it!" JB screamed, while Shawn was trying to settle her down.
"You are willing to risk the life of a young girl for the simple reason of ratings?" Steph asked in disbelief. Akila had to be restrained by Jeff in order to not walk over to Vince and blast his bloody lights out.
Skittle, meanwhile, was not even in the warehouse at all. She was tied up in the back of a van that was parked about five feet from where they were all standing. She was looking out the back window and just praying that someone would come and find her.
"Vince, this is stupid and crazy!" Shawn yelled.
"I beg to differ, Shawn. This is a calculated risk. I believe that we can profit from this." Vince said, holding the gun steady.
"Profit how?" Jericho demanded. "You will have women's rights people jumping down your throat, not to mention a very large number of upset parents who found out that when their child tried to murder their little brother or sister when asked where they saw it form and they answer wrestling, you're gonna be screwed. You're putting nails in a coffin, Vince, there is no upside to any of this." Jeff nodded.
"Besides Vince, people don't want to see killing on wrestling. They want to see awesome storylines about wrestlers. Not poor storylines about murderers and HLA." Jeff said. The GMs nodded their heads. Vince seemed to ponder this for a moment, when all of a sudden, an explosion sounded from behind them.
"Oh shit." Skittle thought, as she saw what was going on behind them.
**
"Say your prayers, Irvine." A voice said from behind Chris. Chris closed his eyes and wished that he could be left alone. He didn't need anymore of this. This was all going to end, right here, and right now.
"What do you want, Flair?" Chris asked him, knowing the man behind him by voice. Ric smiled.
"You. Dead. That's what I want, Chris. You killed Hunter and Kevin. Now, I'm gonna kill you." He said. Chris looked down for a minute. He was still kneeling on the cold concrete floor, and he still had Shawn's head in his lap. He noticed Shawn begin to blink. Shawn gave Chris a puzzled look, but Chris silenced him with his eyes. He had a plan.
"What do you have to say to that, Chris? Do you agree?" Ric asked, walking closer to Chris. Shawn recognized the voice and understood what was happening.
"You killed my daughter, you killed my girlfriend, you killed Rebecca, Cameron and Shawn, what else do you need to take from me?" Chris said, an expression completely unreadable coming across his face. Shawn winced as Chris moved his knees. He was getting ready to strike.
"I still need to take your life, Chris. That's the only thing left to take. When we killed your daughter, it took your heart. When we killed Liz, it took your soul. When we killed Shawn and his family, it took your common sense and your sense of reality. The only thing left to take is your life, Chris. It's the only thing left." Ric said, as he put a hand on Chris' shoulder. He saw Shawn's bloody face in Chris' lap. Ric smiled.
"You know Irvine, you really could've been something great in your life, like Hunter was. If you hadn't become preoccupied with making friends and getting laid, you'd have really prospered, you know that?" Chris was biting his tongue to not say something to him. He looked the other way as Ric kept talking.
"Instead, you made friends and met girls that you liked. You lost sight of your goal."
"And what was that goal, Flair? What makes you so sure that you even know me?" Chris demanded. Flair walked in front of him and squatted down.
"Your goal was first to be the World Heavyweight Champion. Then, you wanted to make enough money for your daughter to go to a good school, and you hoped to find a good girl and settle down. After those things went wrong, you began to set new goals. When you heard of Rebecca's death, you wanted revenge on Hunter along with Shawn. Although, you weren't as bloodthirsty as he was, you still wanted some payback." Chris just looked at Flair. A moron could've made these accusations. Flair was just attempting to be big and bad. Chris was going to let him finish saying what he was at this point, then he was going to shut him up for once and for all.
"When Cori was killed, you wanted Hunter's head on a plate, and then you would only wish that you could've given him a more painful death than what you did. Now that everyone else is dead, as well as Hunter, there is only one person to let the final anger out on. That person being me. You see, I can't afford to let you run around, because then I would have to be looking over my shoulder all the time, and no one wants that." Flair finished. Chris nodded and pretended to look interested. Then, he stood up.
"You want to take me out Flair? Do it man to man. Put your gun down and fight me." Chris said, taking a couple steps away from Shawn. Flair smiled.
"I was hoping you'd ask me that." He said as he threw his gun down and took his coat off. Sirens were now becoming audible in the distance. Ric and Chris circled around for a little bit, then they finally locked up. Chris punched Ric in the ribs a few times, and Ric responded with a low blow kick. Chris doubled over in pain, and Ric used that to his advantage as well.
"Come on King of the World, show me what you got!!" Ric yelled as he kicked Chris in the face, and sent him sprawling on the floor. Chris tried to catch his breath and regain control of this fight. The sirens were getting closer, and Flair knew that he had to finish Chris off before they got too close so that he could escape. Ric started to pull Chris up off of the floor, when Chris shot up with a chain and started whipping Flair with it.
"How do you like that, Nature Boy? Doesn't feel so good to you does it?" Chris yelled as he slung the chain against Flair's back. Chris doubled the chain up and wrapped it around his fist. "Feel the pain of nature, you son of a bitch." He said to Flair before low- blowing him. Flair fell down to the concrete and began to weep.
Chris walked over to Shawn to check on him. He wasn't moving, but his eyes were open and he had been watching the whole fight. He forced a smile when Chris asked how he was.
"Not too terribly bad, how about yourself?" Shawn replied, taking his eyes off of Flair for a moment.
"Not too bad, but better, knowing that you're not dead." Chris said, as both friends laughed. Chris heard the click of a gun behind him again.
"Game over, Chris." Ric said. Chris stood up and turned his head to look in Flair's direction. It gave him a hint of a demonic look.
"Oh this game is just beginning." He said. Flair fired three bullets into Chris' back as the cops pulled up. Chris let out a cry as he fell to his knees. He was vaguely aware of the cops running past him to catch Flair undoubtedly. He was also vaguely aware of Shawn yelling at him. He noticed a paramedic rushing towards him.
Then he fell backwards and hit his head on the concrete floor. After that, he knew no more..... **
Read and Review!! BTW, I still need some kind of an idea for XA/N so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help me out on that!!!!