Diamond Divas
Chapter 2
"That's the second Pedigree Sapphire has taken, King, and I think this may be it…" J.R. said, watching the monitor intently as the referee counted for the pin. Chris Jericho broke the count and was forced back into his corner. He, Christian, and Jordan yelled for her to tag. From the beginning, HHH had been working on Sapphire. She and Ella had started out the match. Ella had turned around and tagged in her brother as soon as the bell rang, and HHH had attacked Sapphire before she could tag in her brother or Christian. Sapphire tried to hold her own against HHH, and did for some time, but there was no way a female rookie out in the ring for the first time could keep the upper hand against the World Champion. From then on, Amy, Randy, and Hunter had kept Sapphire in the ring. She refused to be pinned, and still fought back.
Sapphire crawled towards her corner slowly, her hand stretching out for Chris's. Hunter grabbed her boot and taunted her. She flipped to her back and snapped her boot below his chin. He staggered backward for a split second, enough time for Sapphire to jump forward and slap Chris's hand. Chris leapt forward into the ring. Soon enough, Randy was tagged in, and he was just barely keeping the upper hand. Randy shoved Chris toward his team's turnbuckle. Chris sunk to the lower turnbuckle.
Jordan looked up, meeting Randy's eyes with determination, and slapped Chris's back. Chris, looking dumbfounded, tried to leap back at Randy, but the referee stopped him. Randy backed away from Jordan, holding up his arms. Jordan met his blue eyes, silently daring him to come after her…but he didn't, instead reaching a hand back to tag in Amy. The brunette calmly walked through the ropes, and sized Jordan up. Jordan did the same.
"This is the first time either of these Divas has been in action the entire night, King," J.R. commented from his spot at the announcer's table by the top of the ramp. "So far, I'm impressed. Sapphire withstood a hellacious beating from Evolution—maybe not being on the offensive too long—but she's got some stamina to not get pinned after getting a beat-down by HHH."
"I wonder what other areas she has stamina in…" the King trailed off, obviously more interested in the girls than the match itself.
"KING!" J.R. exclaimed. He had been announcer with the King long enough to not react so much to his comments—but somebody had to keep him somewhat in line. Jim Ross's attention was suddenly diverted as the activity in the ring picked up.
Amy and Jordan grappled in the middle of the ring, each trying to out-power the other. Jordan maneuvered her arms quickly, tossing Amy over her back and hip. In response, Amy delivered a sharp kick to the midsection, sending Jordan stumbling back. Amy stood quickly, aiming for another kick, but Jordan caught it. Without delay, Amy twisted, sending the heel of her other foot colliding into Jordan's jaw.
While the two continued to battle it out, Ella dropped off of the ring apron, calmly stalking over to the opponent's corner. So intent on cheering, none of them noticed her. Capitalizing on that, she walked up behind Sapphire, grabbed her legs, and yanked her down savagely. Ella speed-walked back to her corner, not wanting to be caught by Jericho or Christian, but not wanting to trip over her own feet either. The redhead didn't walk fast enough. Chris Jericho, seeing his little sister go down, smacking her jaw painfully on the mat, nearly leapt after Ella. He grasped a handful of her hair. Ella reached at his hands, pleading with him to let go as she bent backward. Chris played to the crowd, asking them if they wanted to see her get what she deserved. Apparently pleased with the reaction, he pulled Ella's head beneath his arm, preparing for a suplex. Out of nowhere, Batista appeared, downing Jericho with a savage boot to the face. The Canadian cried out, feeling the pain rushing to his head. Before he turned, he caught a flash of blond hair in time to prepare himself to catch Sapphire as she leapt at him.
Seeing that Christian was about to get involved, the referee stopped him. HHH and Flair entered the ring, aiding Amy, though she didn't need the help. On the outside, Batista-who had joined Flair to valet-pulled Sapphire's light body in place to deliver a powerbomb. Sapphire twisted her way out of his arms, but he still held her legs on tight. Regaining control, Batista swung her up on his shoulders, grasping her tightly. Sapphire, knowing that her participation in the match would be over if he did succeed in finishing the move, bent down and, resorting to a desperate measure, bit his hand. Howling, Batista drew his hand away. This enabled Sapphire to roll down and away from the wrestler, regaining herself. Batista, realizing his mistake, became furious, and barreled towards the now-standing Sapphire. This time, she was ready. As he came, she leapt forward, her knee forward. She knew that a move like this to Batista's stomach would hurt her knee more than him—so she aimed her knee 'below the belt', as J.R. called it.
Elsewhere, the referee had finally regained control, kicking Flair out of the immediate premises and sending HHH to his corner with a stern warning as Amy continued to fight Jordan. Jordan, victim of a Figure Four leg lock, was an easy target. Amy dragged Jordan to her feet, pushing Jordan's head toward her ribs and wrapping her arm around her head. Dropping backward sharply, Amy delivered a vicious DDT.
"TAG!" Hunter howled from the apron, and Amy turned toward him, furrowing her brow.
"What? I've only been in here for—" she was cut off sharply.
"Just tag, damn it! You've been in there too long already! Now tag me in!" he ordered. Amy stepped backward, anger etching into her features. HHH didn't want her in the ring. He didn't trust her. Evolution hadn't meant for her to be in the ring at all. She looked over at Randy, silently wondering why he had tagged her in. Shrugging, she turned around; with genuine surprise seeing that Jordan had made it to her corner and tagged in Sapphire. She met the blonde's eye, and nodded to herself, turning back to Evolution. As she stepped up, she was careful to avoid Hunter's outstretched hand. Instead, she grasped Ella by the hair and launched her into the ring. She smirked, stepping through the ropes with a calmness that angered HHH more than he was. He grasped her by the shoulders tightly, his fingers digging into her skin.
"You were supposed to tag me in, you dumb bitch!" he howled.
"What, afraid that Ella will lose the match for you?" Amy replied, ignoring the small, primal instinct to flee. Hunter reached his hand back, and Amy winced, waiting for the blow to come.
But it didn't. Randy had grasped Hunter's hand, and with hard eyes, stared at his partner. "Don't," he said simply. "We've still got a match to end, and that's not going to help matters any," he said. Amy glanced at Randy, instantly knowing that he had no alternate purposes, at least for the moment. And that was fine with her.
In the ring, Sapphire taunted Ella mercilessly, dragging her from the corner every time she got near to make a tag. Finally, she pulled Ella to her feet and performing a quick but effective backbreaker. She ran to the far ropes and back, but instead of hitting her back against the near ropes, jumped onto the second rope and leapt off of it. She did a move akin to Jericho's Lionsault, only landing with her two legs outstretched, crashing onto Ella's neck and chest. Not bothering to glance at the fallen redhead, Sapphire tagged in an eager Jordan.
Jordan vaulted herself over the ropes, staring at Ella like a predator did to his prey. The limp she had attained seemed unnoticeable now. She cross-stepped around the redhead, stirring fear in her opponent. Ella crawled toward HHH, but Jordan grabbed her upward, and shoved her away, into the corner. As she continued to crawl, the redhead feebly tried to pull her skirt down. Jordan, finally deciding that she was going to slow, placed her foot on her bottom and extended her knee, sending Ella skidding across the canvas.
Approaching Ella quickly, Jordan's methods changed from slow and deliberate. She quickly grabbed Ella up, shoving her toward the ropes. Upon the return, Jordan delivered a harsh spinebuster. Ella cried out in pain as her already-sore back hit the mat. Instead of waiting for Ella to get up, Jordan straddled her opponent, sending powerful fists flying at her face. It was the referee who pulled her away. Brushing aside the ref's warnings, Jordan went back to Ella, who was just getting to her feet. With a dropkick to the face, she was downed again.
It was then that the ref's control dissipated. Jordan tagged in Christian, but HHH, Randy, and Amy leapt into the ring, seeing their chances for winning deteriorating quickly. Christian, energized for his first legal time in the match, downed Randy and HHH with a double clothesline. Before he could worry about Amy, Jordan was on the case. All that Christian saw was two bodies go down in front of him. Jordan had climbed the turnbuckle in preparation after tagging, and leapt when the three ran out. A body splash took her and Amy rolling out of the ring.
Sapphire crawled through the ropes, eyeing the action before she took her move. Christian was facing both HHH and Randy, and not faring too well. Amy and Jordan were in their own world, and it was near impossible to tell who was winning. Chris was still feeling the effects of Batista's boot to the face, and was slowly crawling to the apron. The blonde eyed HHH. He was her best bet to give Christian a chance at fighting back. She eyed the red ropes next to her, and mentally prepared herself. "TRIPLE H!" her voice boomed across the ring, and the man turned instinctively. Sapphire leapt to the ropes, jumping. Her feet hit the top rope and her body rebounded toward HHH. Knowing that a body splash from her couldn't possibly take him down, Sapphire extended her feet in a dropkick.
"Hey! Get back in your corners, now!" the referee tried feebly to get order back in the ring and failed.
No one noticed that Ella had disappeared from the fray. The redhead snarled as she grabbed a chair from underneath the ring announcer. She quickly made her way to the side of the ring. Batista spotted her, and nodded. He jumped onto the apron of the ring, distracting the ref. Ella slid into the ring, and slammed the chair onto Sapphire's back as she stood. Grinning, the redhead tossed her brother the chair. He caught it and shared her grin as he stood up.
The opposing team fell like flies. Soon, Sapphire, Christian, and Jordan were rolled out of the ring. Amy attempted to intervene, but was shoved back by Hunter. When the three wrestlers were down and out, Randy, Ella, and a protesting Amy went back to their corner. HHH walked to the opposite corner and pulled Chris Jericho over the ropes. A Pedigree later, HHH was covering for the pin. Batista jumped off of the apron and the ref turned to see the pin.
The ref was confused, but nevertheless, he slid to the ground and counted the pin. "1…2…3!" he cried, and signaled for the bell. Batista walked into the ring and kicked Chris onto the padded floor. The others walked into the ring as well, holding their arms up in victory. Amy snapped her arms to her sides and, passing a disgusted look at Evolution, stomped toward the edge of the ring. Hunter, however, stopped her.
"Good job," he told her.
Amy glared at him, her eyes smoldering with anger. "We could have done this without cheating."'
Hunter's face took a spiral downward, "Are you suggesting that what we did was wrong?" he asked her, a warning tone in his voice.
Amy threw her chin up, refusing to be intimidated by him. "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm telling you that if you really are what you hype yourselves up to be, you wouldn't be needing any chairs." She turned on her heel, aiming to get out of the ring as soon as she could.
Ella met her with a shot to the face with a steel chair. The hit was deafening. Randy's eyes shot to the two Divas. He stared at Ella. "What the fuck was that for?" he nearly yelled. The rest of Evolution looked at him.
The redhead threw the chair down, smiling at her work. "I was finishing our job here," she stated. Randy gaped at her as she, Batista, and Triple H began to head up the ramp. Slowly, as if unsure what he was doing, he followed them. As he did he gave a guilty look backward at the ring.
As Amy lay in the ring, she felt blood beginning to trickle across her forehead and onto the canvas below her. She lifted her head, watching as Evolution made their way up the ramp. 'Payback's a bitch…' she thought to herself.
'and Ella will find that out soon enough.'
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