Masked
Chapter 4
The masked woman yelped as Kane's fingers curled around her throat, digging into her neck, crushing her windpipe. He slowly lifted her off of the mat, holding her high into the air easily.
Feeling her vision cloud with black dots, the woman kicked, struggled and swatted at him to no avail. His grip was tight, and there was no way out. There was no chance of the referee turning around anytime soon; Theodore Long had knocked him out with a pair of brass knuckles. Jazz was leaning against the ropes, having no intention on interfering.
She couldn't help but let out a yell as she started to go down fast, backward. Her back crashed against the canvas, pushing against it until it pushed her limp body back up again. Kane laughed as he watched her unmoving form, and started toward Jazz, who shrunk back. The monster loomed over her for a second before leaving the ring, but hovering near the ring, his ice cold blue eyes intent on the match as the ref started to come to. The woman groaned, her eyes flickering open and shut, her body painfully num with pain as Jazz went for the cover.
"1…" the ref said, wincing at the headache that had started from his encounter from Theodore Long, "2…" A vague part of the woman's mind registered, demanding her to put her foot on the nearby ropes, but her legs just wouldn't respond. The ref's hand started to head down for the third count, when the woman felt a stiff, burning pain spread through her back. The pain combined with her will to move sent her back arching upward, knocking Jazz off of her, and moving her back into a position that gave her less pain. Jazz growled, pulling the woman up to her feet. She slumped against Jazz, not finding the strength to stand on her own. Jazz grinned cockily, attacking the masked woman's back with back breakers and punches, each cry adding to her strength.
Meanwhile, Kane stood watching it all happen, making sure that Jazz would end up winning, when Rob Van Dam attacked him from behind. Stumbling forward, Kane turned to RVD, mindful of their match that was scheduled for summer slam, 13 days from now. Rob ducked as he went for a clothesline, and hit the ref, who was attempting to break them up, instead.
In the ring, the masked woman managed to pull off a dropkick to Jazz's face as Jazz attempted to clothesline her after bouncing from the ropes. Forcing her feet to stop crumbling beneath her weight, she pulled off a roundhouse kick before Kane and RVD's battle spilt into the ring.
Kane was manhandling Rob after a vicious slam into the steel steps moments before. He climbed the turnbuckle, watching as RVD stumbled upward, dizzy and confused. The monster leapt from the ropes, attempting to clothesline Rob.
Seeing the opportunity, the woman used what was left of her strength to push Jazz into Rob, knocking Rob away and sending Kane clotheslining Jazz instead. Kane stood up, attacking Rob once more.
The woman shielded herself in the corner, crouching down and regaining what little strength she could in order to finish the match. Everything ached, and her head felt like it was going to explode. She needed to end this match, and soon.
Jazz stumbled up, stomping over to Kane, thinking that he had attacked her on purpose, still feeling the cockiness at having an opponent who was defenseless. As Kane dumped Rob over the ropes and onto the ring barrier, she grabbed his arm and turned him around, giving him a right hook. He didn't move, he just balled his hands in and out of fists. Jazz reached up to punch him again, and this time Kane blocked it, in no time sweeping Jazz up by her throat and plummeting her to the canvas.
The ref slowly came to as Rob was able to get Kane over the ropes. He leapt over them, meeting Kane in a cross-body.
The masked woman pulled Jazz off of the mat, sourly noting that Jazz had the strength to stand. She kneed Jazz in the gut, and climbed quickly for the turnbuckle. Leaping off of it a spilt second later, she hooked her arm around Jazz's neck and delivering a Downward Spiral.
She covered Jazz for the pin, and the ref counted it, ignoring the crash of flesh against steel steps from outside of the ring. "1…2…" She pressed down hard on Jazz's shoulders as she made an attempt to kick out. "3!"
She almost screamed in joy and relief, knowing that the match was over. Now she was a WWE wrestler!
Any thoughts going on in the woman's head stopped sharply, however, as Kane re-entered the ring. Her stomach turned cold. She barely had been able to pull off the match with Jazz and felt like she was going to pass out-so how the hell could she deal with Kane?
As he advanced toward her, Evolution's music started, and they made their way down to the ring, sledgehammer in hand. She dashed over the ropes, attempting to make it over the barrier before either Kane or Evolution reached her.
Triple H ran straight for Kane, wielding the sledgehammer like an expert. Randy chased after the masked woman, catching up with her easily, seeing as she was crippled, courtesy of Kane.
She hit Randy with a hard right hook and he stumbled back. She turned tail, only to run headlong into Rick Flair. Randy seized her arms from behind and she struggled, thrashing her head back to collide with his forehead. The bumps didn't make him release his grip, and only made her dizzier. Rick walked next to Randy, fumbling with the masked woman's hands. As they reached Hunter, he'd managed to slide on the handcuffs, only getting hit once.
She felt her stomach roll as she saw the blood that spread across the black mat. Kane lay in the middle of it, blood pouring from his skull. After 7 shots from the sledgehammer, he couldn't laugh the Champ's attack off and sit up.
Randy slid her into the ring, where Triple H stood, grabbing her and pulling her up. She kneed him in the stomach, running to vault over the ropes, when he snatched her shoulder and yanked her to the mat. Randy and Rick slid into the ring, adding their hands to stop the woman's struggle and pulled her to the ropes, holding her arms back and forcing her to kneel.
Hunter leaned forward, his nose almost touching hers. She jerked forward, clamping her teeth around his nose, ripping the skin off. Spitting the sour taste of blood out of her mouth, she pulled Rick toward her by pulling her elbow to her. She head-butted him, and was about to try the same to Randy when Hunter punched her, pouring his strength into the straight punch. Randy grabbed both of her arms as she slumped over, blood starting to prick into her mouth.
Rick grabbed a second pair of handcuffs from his pocket, hooking one cuff around the middle link of chain on the ones already on her, and closing the other on the top rope. Randy let go of her, and she tried to thrash and escape, but the cuffs ripped into her flesh every time she jerked.
Hunter laughed, bending toward her, but wisely no where close enough for her to pull off something. He was well aware of the blood trickling down his nose. Randy slipped behind the masked woman, around her tied up arms.
As Hunter jeered, he dug his fingers into the soft skin of her neck, slipping them under the leather mask. She struggled, doing everything in her power at that moment to see to it that her mask wasn't going to be removed, but it was to no avail.
Slowly, Randy Orton peeled the mask away from her face.
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A/N: Mua ha, ha, ha, ha! =) Anyway, the sad part about this is that I haven't decided on who the masked woman is going to be. Right now I have 5 idea =( . Would you guys rather have her be a WWE character or a fan character? Please review!