Title: Thicker Than Blood
Author: LittleKnux2008
Rating: PG: 13
Author's Note: Okay, one moment, I just have to get this out of my system. JEFF HARDY IS WRESTLING AGAIN! AND I CAN'T WATCH HIM! For those people who didn't know, Jeff Hardy recently made his debut in TNA. sigh Anyway, please, please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except 'Taker's daughter.
Summary: What happens when 'Taker's daughter arrives on the scene of SD right before the Great American Bash? Can she stop him before he makes the biggest mistake of his life?
Note: Okay, I got this idea when I was watching SD tonight. SPOILERS FOR 6/24 SD, by the way! Anyway, it's the first SD I've seen in a while… So I really don't have a clue about the Undertaker situation… If someone could clue me in on who the hell Paul Bearer is, that might help! =) Anyway, if any of you know a lot (or even a little!) about this situation, please explain! begs
Thicker Than Blood
The tell-tale gongs rang through the intimidated audience as they riveted their eyes on the sight of the Undertaker, bowing down to Paul Heyman. John Cena was still lying where he had been pinned, looking almost delirious with the pain racking through his back and his neck. He had stood up against the Undertaker, but after the hit to the face from his own steel chain-a bit of irony he still had to digest-and a Tombstone John had lost. Cena had been giving a beating, and everyone thought it was enough…except for Paul Heyman. He showed no remorse as he drew the microphone from his back pocket, and spoke two words. Paul's finger pointed toward the ring, at Cena's motionless body as he spoke his order. "Destroy him."
The arena was unusually quiet. Hadn't John gone through enough? The Undertaker stood slowly, his head turning to see the fallen U.S. Champion. He moved as if in a trance walking to the Champion and then dragging him to his feet. On the steel ramp, Paul Heyman smiled as the Undertaker picked the Doctor of Thuganomics up and prepared him for another hellacious Tombstone.
"NO!" only Paul Heyman heard the feminine cry. He turned around to face where the burst of noise had come, his eyes focusing behind him. Heyman didn't have enough time to move out of the way, and the woman's shoulder slammed against his, sending him stumbling down the ramp. He gaped at her as she ran to the ring. Security appeared a moment later, chasing the woman. 'Who the hell is that girl?' Paul wondered, his anger increasing. 'And who does she think she is, interrupting me?'
The woman was no one of recognition. Her hair was a deep red color, falling to her shoulders and in a half-ponytail. She was wearing a simple white shirt tied at her navel and a pair of Adidas shorts. Completely ignoring the security, she slid into the ring.
"STOP!" the Undertaker's eyes snapped toward the sound of her voice in the middle of the preparation for the Tombstone.
Sensing that the redhead might somehow ruin his plans, Paul Heyman grabbed his microphone once more. "DO IT! NOW!" he screamed loudly. The woman, however, moved quicker than Paul did. She leapt forward, encircling John's waist with her arms, and pulling him away. The Undertaker, still distracted, didn't provide any resistance. His eyes grew wide as he looked down at the woman.
"DESTROY HIM, UNDERTAKER!" Paul continued to scream from the ramp, implying that no obstacles should get in his way. Hearing his voice, the Undertaker reached out, grabbing the kneeling redhead's shoulder with one arm, and shoving her ruthlessly to the side of the ring. His gloved hands grabbed John's head and he bent down to pull the younger man up. Before he could, there was a presence at his arm. A ferocious tug spun 'Taker around.
It was the woman. She stared up at him, her green eyes wide, but showing no fear. "Stop it!" she cried, her voice bordering on pleading.
"Destroy him!" Paul bellowed from the ramp once more. 'Taker turned to go back to John, when the woman's voice stopped him again.
"Dad! Stop, please!" the arena seemed to freeze in place. The Undertaker's daughter? Shock settled over the members of the audience.
On the ramp, Paul Heyman suddenly grinned. 'So…He has a daughter…how sweet…' he thought, the grin on his face everything but angelic. 'Here is my ultimate chance to prove my power over the Undertaker!' he thought wickedly, and raised the microphone to his lips.
"UNDERTAKER! I don't want either of them leaving this arena in anything but an ambulance!" he howled, his meaning clear. He didn't know why the woman suddenly decided to show up, or what her purpose here was, but he knew one thing for sure…
If she was here to ruin his plans for the PPV, he'd make personally sure that she wouldn't be able to make it to the arena.
Because no one, no one, would ruin his plans for the Great American Bash.
Least of all the Undertaker's daughter.
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Author's Note: Okay, I personally think that this chapter sounded better in my head, but the starts to my stories always suck anyway… I hope you liked! Please, please review!