Masked
Chapter 3
"I want her OUT of here," Eric Bischoff growled into his cell phone, which he clutched to his ear tightly. There was a cold response on the other line, which sent Bischoff stuttering. "No-No-No… The fans, they want her here! I thought that you didn't want to do what they wanted!" He winced at the reply, and sat down on the couch, warily eyeing the door for sound of his co-manger. "Look, you do me this one favor and I'll let you have anyone at the PPV, besides the four in the title match." Letting out a breath, he smiled at what the person on the other end said as he closed his phone. As the monitor in front of him began to play with the RAW theme, he sighed through his teeth. "I hope you're worth your word, Kane," he muttered to himself.
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The woman in the front row shifted on her chair as Jazz's music started. A hat was pulled down her face, shielding it from anyone's view. A trench coat was pulled tight around her, blocking her choice of wardrobe from wandering eyes. As Jazz started getting ready, the woman reached up into her hat, tugging at a leather mask hidden in it. She had it over her face before the fans realized it. Shedding the trench coat and the hat, she leapt over the ring barrier.
As the woman slid into the ring, Jazz leapt at her, her boots tearing against the woman's stomach. She stood up against Jazz's assault, and stumbled back into the ropes. Jazz grabbed her hand and shoved her to the other side of the ring. Bouncing back, the woman smiled, seeing that Jazz had bent down.
She leapt over her, her feet landing on her lower back as her hands wrapped around Jazz's neck. Going onto her knees, she used her momentum to toss Jazz over her shoulder. Jazz went skidding across the mat stomach-first.
The masked woman didn't miss a beat as she stood up and dragged Jazz to her feet, quickly managing to pull off a belly-to-belly suplex. Once Jazz was down, she leapt to the turnbuckle and waited until Jazz stood up and stumbled toward her. She jumped off of the turnbuckle, wrapping her arm around Jazz, and spinning around her, turning the clothesline into a variation of the Bubba Bomb.
Ignoring the screams from Theodore Long at ringside, she lifted Jazz up to her feet and kneed her savagely in the stomach. Bouncing off the ropes, she dropkicked Jazz in the face, sending her reeling backward.
Theodore Long leapt up to the apron, screaming at the referee. Irritated, the woman walked up to him, giving him a right hook. As soon as she turned around, she was met by a boot to the face from Jazz. When she went down, Jazz walked backward, crouching down low. When the woman stood up, Jazz went for a spear, but she spun out of the way, and Jazz hit the steel post instead.
Quickly, the woman shifted her until her back was against the turnbuckles. She ran to the other end and back again. When she reached Jazz, she leapt, locking her legs around Jazz's head, and moving her own body nearer to the ropes. As she went over the ropes, she placed her hands firmly on the apron, using all her strength to curl her legs, which were still around Jazz's head, down. Jazz fell, her thigh getting pierced by the edge of the steps. The masked woman took a moment to regain her strength. Once she did, she waited on the apron. When Jazz stood up once again, the woman launched forward with a cross-body. The woman grabbed Jazz, pushing her into the ring and then following her into the ring.
Once Jazz stood up, the woman pushed Jazz into the ropes, pulling off a back breaker, and then a bulldog.
"1…" the ref counted as she went for the pin, "2…" when his hand went for the three, Jazz managed to kick out of the pin, just as fire erupted from the top of the ramp.
The woman stared toward the ramp as Kane walked out, the black towel hanging on his head. She grabbed Jazz, delivering a DDT in an effort to win the match before Kane made it to the ring. Jazz kicked out, and the woman pulled her up for another move just as Kane hit the bottom of the ramp. If she lost, it would mean a career in the WWE.
"1…" Kane pulled himself up to the apron. "2…" he went over the ropes, and Jazz pulled her shoulder off the mat. Groaning, the woman stumbled backward, noticing immediately that Kane was in the ring. Looming over her, he approached. She backed up until her back touched the red ropes. The ref didn't come between him – he was too busy trying to get Theodore Long off of the apron. She kneed Kane in the groin as he neared, and darted around him, looking for escape.
And then she realized it. Kane had her trapped – if she left the ring, she'd be counted out, and lose a contract with the WWE. If she didn't, he would destroy her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned, only to see Kane's gloved hand reaching out for her throat.
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