Chapter II: THE APPARANCE
AN: I do not own Van Asyeck, Mick Foley, Evolution or any other WWE superstars that may appear with in the story. Vince owns them all, and Linda owns Vince so all I have to say is please do not sue me. Siya is my original creation, but she is based on the character Chiyo-chan from Memoirs of a Geisha.
It had been three weeks since the Backlash match where Randy Orton had nearly died from the blood loss he had suffered at the hands of Mick Foley and the mysterious Asian twins. Now it was Monday Night Raw and there was an air of excitement electrifying the crowd. It would be tonight that both Mick and Randy made their reappearance.
Foley rolled up in a shiny black Acura SUV. The pop from the audience was deafening in the ring portion of the arena. In fact the noise was so loud that Mick was able to garner wisps of the chanting through the cinder block walls. His attire when he stepped down from the truck was an aura of arrogance, and his dress was unusual. He wore stiff Dickie trousers, shiny black dress shoes, and a pressed black shirt. His naturally wild hair was still puffy and wild. He saw the cameraman to the left of him, standing about twenty-five feet away, he twisted his head around to the boys and smiled reveling the famous toothless grin of his.
During this time a person opened the front passenger side door, slammed it shut and then proceeded to open the back door to the truck. As the camera panned slowly it was the two mysterious Asians that had helped Mick from near destruction on the pay per view.
The male of pair was slightly taller than Mick Foley himself. He was well built and dressed in Adidas snap pants, a tight black guinea tee with Chinese writing all over it, and had a sweat band around his left wrist. He was well tanned with a chiseled face. The young man wore a backwards baseball hat and dark Armani shades to cover his eyes, even though it was dark outside of the stadium. He let go of the female's hands as he strode around the side of the truck to open up the back doors to retrieve their luggage.
As he did so the cameraman panned up the expanse of the woman's legs. She was dressed in a and one piece red embroidered dress, with slits all the way up the dress until the cuts slithered off onto her small and shapely hips. Her lean pale legs stuck out underneath the dress and revealed four- inch high, bright red stilettos. As the camera rolled on and as the cheers from the Raw crowd grew louder the bodice of the dress was revealed and the beauty of it was seen.
There was a large golden dragon swirling around the front darling dipping between the curves of the woman's breasts. The collar was high and set off by thee black buttons. As the viewers were finally gifted to see her face it was snow white with large gray eyes, her shinning black hair was pinned up by two ornately decorated chopsticks in her hair. Looking sure of her self she tuned to Mick and asked, "Which way to the room." Foley took her hand and along with her brother he guided them through the expanse of the San Antonio Dome's hallways.
After the opening pyrotechnics of Raw had finished Evolution made its way out to the ring. Randy Orton's face was covered in stitches and superficial cuts. His unclad torso reveled the damages associated with his fight against Foley. His ribs were still wrapped twenty-one days after the battle.
Entering the ring visible pained, Randy received a microphone from Triple H. "To all of my fans I am so thankful for all of your get well cards," he smiled arrogantly, as the crowd started chanting asshole. Raising the microphone to his lips he began," As many of you know I was unfairly attack by that brute Mick Foley and those yellow skinned chickens. Who I must clearly remark are not employees of the WWE. I was beaten in an ungentlemanly manner," pausing for effect Randy hopped to hear the crowd's approval, but as usually they were chanting asshole. Snorting he contemptuously added, "And for the first time I must remark that I didn't cheat." The crowd began booing. It did not matter to the fans if Mick had cheated to win or not the odds were all ready stacked against him before the match. So the intervention by the mysterious duo was okay. "I was merely accosted by the three brutes."
As Randy speech tapered off Ric Flair started to speak, "I have spoken with the proper officials and since the peoples involved with Mick Foley were not WWE employees it has turned about that due to default that our very own Mr. Randy Orton has won the match. Which means that you Mick Foley are fir..."
His words were cut off when suddenly Prodigy's Mindfields stared playing. The top of the ramp began to be filled with a mysterious red smoke. As the arena went dark the Titan Tron was filled with images of flaming tabletops, tack covered rings and beaten and bloodied opponents. As Evolution stared at the ramp more closely two figures appeared. As the music became softer and the lights were brought back on in the arena it was clear that the Asian twins were in.
They made their way down to the ring, cautiously. The taller one sat on the ropes as his sister demurely entered. She walked over to the opposite turn buckle and lounged against it, watching Batista with feigned curiosity.
"And who the hell would you be," Triple H asked.
The young man opened his mouth and spoke loudly, "Give me the god damn microphone." He then swiped it out of HHH's hands and smiling he announced, "I am Van Asyeck," and that he pointed to the girl, "and she is Siya. We are here from Japan's Zero One Dojo."
"That's all well and nice son but you are not wrestlers for the WWE just merely some poor knock off," Flair added.
Siya strode up to her brother, "Says who?" As soon as she spoke those words and all to familiar song blared through the speakers....