Los Angeles's Finest
Chapter 1
"You sure you're up to this, Jordan?" RVD said as he stretched, his eyes resting on the woman in front of him. Her raven-black, silver-tipped hair was pulled back for the moment as she stretched alongside him, her icy blue eyes focused as the gentle pain spread through her. Turning to RVD, she smiled cockily.
"Had to do with worse on the force," she replied lightly. RVD shook his head lightly. He knew that his friend had a past with the force – S.W.A.T, more specifically – but it was always a tentative subject, especially why she got kicked off. This was why he never asked, save the first time. In the silence, he found his eyes straying to her once again.
Her outfit for the night would probably earn another round of wolf whistles that had sounded the two times she'd walked to the ring in her new career. She was wearing a tube top and a pair of short-shorts, each showing a separate part of her body off. The design was done like a ying-yang, white on the left and black on the right. Jordan looked at him quizzically for a second.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer," she told him, standing up as someone coughed behind them. The stagehand pushed a fake smile onto her face. Jordan stood up, eyeing the woman.
"You're match is up," she said coldly to Jordan, and then turned to RVD, who had also stood up. "Good luck," she said to him before walking off. Jordan rolled her eyes and looked herself over in the mirror.
"Looks like somebody has a crush on you," she said, leaning forward to inspect the make-up job that Terry had done for her. She smirked at the thought of Terry – tall, blonde, muscled, outright sexy, and gay. And he loved to flaunt it.
"What can I say?" he laughed it off. She struggled to hold the smile, but just shook her head.
"Let's not keep the fans waiting," was the only thing she said as she started to walk toward the curtains.
Midway to the curtains, Rob stopped her, "Look, you sure you're okay with this? These are the same people who took a sledgehammer to Goldberg." She smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it.
"You worry too much for your own good, Rob," she said, heading to the curtains once more, not noticing that Rob hung back.
"I worry that much because I love you," he mumbled beneath his breath before running up to catch up with her.
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As Sugar Cult's "Stuck in America" started to play.
"Puppies!" Jerry "The King" Lawler cried.
"Los Angeles's Finest," commented the King as the pyrotechnics exploded around the entrance, blinding the area around it. As it faded away, Jordan remained in its spot, playing and posing for the fans like a veteran. Rob watched from his place in the ring. Jordan ran to the ring, leapt up to the apron and placed her hands on the top ropes, pulling her body up to hold in a handstand. As she let go and landed in the middle of the ring, pyrotechnics exploded from the turnbuckles.
Rob pretended to pout, "Show Off." She smacked his arm, grinning as the third member of their team, Goldberg, walked out to cheers. As his pyrotechnics went off, Jordan leaned over.
"Who's the show off now?" she responded.
Five minutes after the other team (Randy Orton, HHH, and Gail Kim) arrived, all hell had broken loose. Goldberg had speared Randy, HHH, and the steel pole. Gail and Jordan had gotten into a fight while HHH and Rob were battling it out in the ring, much to the delight of the fans. Jordan ended up pulling off a bulldog onto the steel steps. The ref had been knocked out, when Rick (standing at ringside) had pulled out a chair. Goldberg side slammed him when Rick tried to hit him with the chair. Rob got to use the chair to his advantage against HHH.
At the moment, Gail and Jordan were in the ring together. Hunter was swaying, clutching to the ropes for support. Goldberg was hardly standing. Randy and Rob were no doubt worse for the wear.
Gail was on top of Jordan, punching her jaw as the ref yelled. Jordan pulled her knee up, managing to place her leg against Gail's neck and push her upward pulling Gail's hair forward choking her. The ref counted. Jordan let go, taking her time to stand up. She pulled Gail up by her hair, and lifted her onto her shoulders. With a painful heave, she lifted Gail into the air. Tears pricked at her eyes not long after her arms had started to tingle madly with the pain. Using the last strength in her arms, she tossed Gail over the ropes. Gail's back struck the barrier, her head snapping backward. Jordan grasped the top rope as she watched Gail clumber to her feet. When she was, Jordan leaped forward in a cross-body. As the ref counted, his attention on the women, Rick walked behind Goldberg, jerking his feet out from under him. As Goldberg hit the floor, RVD climbed up and hit Rick with a dropkick. Jordan rolled Gail into the ring, pulling her to her feet quickly. She kneed her in the stomach savagely, and went for the turnbuckle.
"Here comes the Tornado!" J.R. cried as Gail stood up and Jordan leapt off of the turnbuckle. On contact, Jordan wrapped her arm around Gail's neck, spinning around her and turning into a spinning DDT. As Gail lay out on the mat, Jordan went for the cover.
"1…2…" the ref said, but Hunter leapt in, snapping his boot into Jordan's face. RVD leapt into the ring as Hunter started to return to his post. The ref jumped in front of Rob, pushing him back to the corner. Hunter turned around, yanking Jordan to her feet. Shoving her head between his knees, he went for the Pedigree. Somehow, Jordan summed up the energy to flip Hunter up over her back. She stumbled forward, her body drained. Gail Kim's boot struck the back of her head. Hunter slid out of the ring. Gail went for the cover. "1…2," Jordan rose her hand up, and as Gail argued with the ref, tried to crawl to RVD and Goldberg. Gail stood up, still showing obvious pained signs from the Tornado, grabbed Jordan's hair, and pulled her away, sending her skidding across the mat. Gail pulled her to her feet and pushed her to the ropes, bending down. Jordan dropkicked Gail in the face and leapt to Goldberg, slapping his hand for the tag.
"You okay?" Rob asked, touching her shoulder gently as Gail tagged in Randy.
"Never better," she responded, frowning as Randy got the upper hand. Soon, Randy and Hunter were keeping the scales tipped in their favor, keeping Goldberg away from Jordan and RVD. Each time they went for the pin, either Rob or Jordan kicked him free from it. As Rob went for another break-up, Rick made his way to Jordan, steel chair in hand. He grabbed Jordan's feet, bringing her crashing down, her jaw slamming into the canvas. Rick brought the steel down in a batter-like swing. Jordan cried out as the steel ripped against her flesh. As she hit the ground, she felt her head pounding, blackness trimming her vision. She barely heard Rob's voice as he checked to see if she was okay, or the steel against Rob's back that Randy did.
Meanwhile, Hunter covered Goldberg near the ropes.
"1…2…" Goldberg put his foot on the ropes, but Rick knocked it off. "3!" Evolution celebrated, before ganging up on Goldberg. Rob managed to climb into the ring, ending up on the mat from the title to the head. Still swaying, Jordan forced herself to her feet, blood dripping down her face. She forced the darkness that ate at her vision away, sliding into the ring as Randy and Rick left the ring. Her blood dripped as she checked on Goldberg and RVD. Suddenly, she felt a bone-crushing pain spread through her back as her vision broke, and then she fell unconscious. Above her, Hunter smiled wickedly, leaning down to whisper something in her ear.
"This is far from over."
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