CHAPTER IV: THE MATCH

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. Ya. Know by know guys it's the normal spiel here.

Van yawned at 11:15 at night and he was not used to still be waiting for a match. In Zero One they never had matches past ten thirty or so at night. Mostly because much of the time it was billed as a family affair with father's bringing their sons and wives watching and laughing at the antics of the wrestlers as they pointed out to their daughters the different moves.

Siya slapped him upside the head. "Don't let your sleepiness be our down fall," she seethed. Even though she sounded mad he knew that there was a little glimmer of a smile in her eyes. Finally Mick stood up and announced that they should be getting to the gorilla if they wanted to stretch out there, as was his custom. They agreed and followed him out of the locker and down the twisted maze of hallways underneath whatever arena they were in at Kansas State.

As they reached the black clothed area were there were signs everywhere saying Beware of Your Time and Stay Sharp it was apparent that once again the Asyeck twins had become a center of the quiet tension.

Van cracked the bones in his neck and began to stretch out his legs and lower torso. Siya stretched her arms and pulled at the waist sash of her dress, which seemed to want to keep riding up her stomach even though she was already showing a bit too much skin for her taste. Stupid freaking gimmick by freaking Van and Mick. Oh let Siya be your manager she looks all sweet and innocent then when they're not look she'll wham right in the balls. Siya made a face at the thought of being dolled up like this once a week and then an extra day for Pay Per View. But what they hell it gave her aching skull a break from being slammed on barricades and into walls, buildings, people, trashcans, tables, poles, chairs, and even livestock. So who the hell was she to freaking complain about being giving an arm candy job. She made the money and it went back home to mom and dad so it was all right.

She smiled what would mommy think of this get up right now? Knowing the answer of her mother would think she was beauty, but then again her mother thought her beautiful even when she was four and out playing in the mud with Van all day. Giggling at the thought Siya nearly missed the cue to get out to the top of the ramp. Runny strangely in her high heels she managed to catch up to the guys just as they passed onto the stage.

"Nice of you to make it sis," Van joked making a face she slipped in front of them and put on a blank face void of any emotion. As they made their way down to the ring she heard the ringside announcer say, "And entering the ring at a total of five hundred and thirty eight pounds is Mick Foley and Van Asyeck as escorted by Siya Asyeck."

Mick sat on the ropes as Van stepped over them and into the ring. Siya stood at the corner looking like a silent and deadly manager. As Mindfields melted away into the unfamiliar theme song of Evolution Siya slipped down off the ring and on to the ground. Her brother and Mick placed themselves in the corner giving Evolution all the preening time they needed.

Van carefully scanned the members of Evolution, one, two, three, and... aw shit four. I guess the old man decided to come down tonight just incase we could give them the same trouble they gave us at Backlash. The lights were lifted and Triple H was standing a few feet from his corner of the ring as Randy and Batista stood on the apron waiting for the match to begin. Wait a second where's the ... he didn't have time to finish his thought as the bell was rung and that match began.

The match began poorly for the underdogs, as HHH was much more powerful than Van. He quickly over powered the Asian and began to push him directly in the awaiting Evolution corner. What he didn't know was that Siya had gone about and was evening the odds for her friend and brother. As Mick was practically falling into the ring screaming at Van to, "Knock Triple H's feet out from under him."

Siya had noticed that the old one was not in Evolution's corner in fact he was up on the ramp doing commentary with the King and JR. As she sauntered up the ramp she could hear Ric say,"An that one is going to go nicely as another conquest for our Mr. Orton." He seemed to drone on not taking the female into account as she drew closer to him.

As she was now two feet from him King finally noticed her, "So Siya are you every bit of the wildfire they bill you to be." Shocked her mouth opened and she must have looked like gapping salmon out of water.

Finally she said, "Well why don't you see for yourself." She sat on King's lap and watched from their perspective that it was now a three on one as Van had finally crawled to the corner and tagged Mick in.

She then plucked the headphones off of the King, "Hey whatcha do that for." And pulled the wire around Ric's throat. She jumped up and started strangling him with it. Just before he was about to black out she let him go and reached for his steel chair he had fallen out of. Folding it nicely in her well-manicured hands she slammed it right down on his gasping face. After the job was done she left a sputtering King and a reeling JR to help her brother.

Running down the ramp with the chair she struggled to not fall on her face while watching Van. He had regained his sense of well being and was about to leap into the ring to help out Mick when he heard his sister yell. Glancing down he caught the metal chair she threw up at him.

He stepped over the ropes and began to knock out Evolution with the chair. He was almost to Triple H, with Randy lying in a pool of his own blood when Batista grabbed him by the throat. Van was airborne and he knew it. He counted the seconds until he was going to be landing on the mat although they never came. Instead he was thrown backwards and landed sprawled out on his chest.

He glanced up at and saw Siya standing in a martial art defense position. She must have kicked Batista he thought. Batista turned around and glanced at her, but began to advance towards Van again. It was at this time that Mick was outside the ring taking care of Triple H that he was slammed right into the steel steps. The noise alerted Siya as she turned around and tried to rush to Mick's aid. Leaping off the apron she put out a flying foot forward and slammed her foot right into HHH's face. He yelled as blood gushed out of his nose.

"That's what you get you punk," she said to him. He began to advance upon her, but was suddenly stopped when a flying Batista collided with him outside of the ring. Van jumped down and battled Batista right next to the downed Triple H.

The position of the Evolution's leader was perfect; he was laying like a dead body in the center of the matted walkway between the ring and the barricade. She climbed upon on the now step less ring and holding her hands on the ropes clutching them for life she flung backwards into a lionsault and right onto the HHH. She heard the breath go out of him.

As she shakily stood up she heard a bell ring. Thinking it was for Van she jumped on to the ring and noticed it was a now occupied by a very conscious Randy Orton and a very angry and very mad looking Beast. They both noticed her and that's when Randy took a step forward. Trying to see beyond them she noticed that Van was out cold on the far end of the ring, his arm was at a funny angle and looked to be broken. "Van," she screamed losing all of her collected features. She ran for her twin, but was stopped by Batista.

"You know you've been a very naughty little girl haven't you Singa," Randy said.

"It's Se-ya," she pushed out the syllables to her name, "you stupid boy now let me go!"

"We can't let you do that," a deep voice rumbled. Looking up she notice that the beast had spoken to her. "Why don't you come with us," he suggested as he held her back from her prone and possibly dying brother. She began to cry and pound her curled up fists against his chest

"No let me go to him, please he's hurt he needs me," she begged.

"No," the same voice rumbled, "I ...er...we need better use of you." And with that he pulled her closer to body and at that point she melted into the hard planes of his body. Her face met in the middle of his chest as her hot wet tears cascaded down.

She was later aware that he had picked her up and was cradling her as they left the ring were both her brother and her mentor were left broken and bleeding in the ring both unawake and neither could hear her urgent screaming for help.