Thicker Than Blood
Chapter 2
From atop the Undertaker's shoulders, Kathryn could see the shock on the faces of the audience. It seemed that her terror was reflected in their eyes. She struggled against the hold on her, but she was still weak from the choke, and 'Taker was holding on tight. He stomach dropped near the vicinity of her feet as he brought her crashing to the ground. The airtime before the impact took her breath away.
Her back crashed against the mat with intimidating force. Pure agony gripped her as she hit the mat. Her back ached, and her head was light. Kathryn closed her eyes against the onslaught of pain, as if it gave her some invisible defense.
Kathryn felt her chest constrict with every breath she tried to take. Panic, set in by the pain, held her tight. The Undertaker was out of her line of vision. Somehow, that was even worse than knowing he was right above her. She attempted to crane her neck in order to get a better view, but she still couldn't see him. That was when the thought struck her. 'John…' Almost as soon as the thought touched her, the ring shook beneath her, and she knew, without a doubt, that the Undertaker was in the process of destroying the U.S. Champion. The hredhead willed her body to move, but it did not respond.
John Cena inwardly groaned at his misfortune. Here he was, fighting the Undertaker, all alone. He4 cast a look toward the redhead. Maybe not all alone… He didn't know her intentions, but as of now they seemed to be on the same page. Cena stumbled backward as 'Taker delivered a stunning right hook. He nearly fell to the mat below, but somehow managed to keep his balance. The second hook sent him leaning against the ropes. 'Taker threw in a few more shots before he sent John flying toward the opposite ropes. When he started to come back, the Undertaker met him in the middle with a powerful boot to the face.
Kathryn didn't know where the boost of energy came. Out of desperation, perhaps? All she knew was that the moment her father raised his boot to slam into Cena's face, she moved, wrapping her arm around 'Taker's standing foot and taking him down. The move didn't stop John from getting any damage, the Undertaker fell on top of her, and moving itself produced another jolt of pain….but at least the Undertaker was down for the count. Lying there, pain racking her body, Kathryn quietly rayed that the Undertaker would not complete his orders fully.
Her prayer, however, was in vain.
The Undertaker shot up almost immediately after the take-down by his daughter. His eyes traveled over the two as he stood. He grabbed Kathryn by the hair, jerking her to her feet. She was unable to stand by herself, leaning against him for support. There was a sick, evil smile still in place on the man's face. Fear once again took up its dwelling inside of Kathryn as the Undertaker lifted her into the air, high above his head, one hand on her thigh and one on her sore neck. He walked around the ring once, a display of total power. Finally, he made his way to one turnbuckle. Looking downward, Kathryn realized what he was going to do. The survival instinct bred into her increased her struggling, but it heeded nothing.
With a giant heave, the Undertaker threw Kathryn. Her body was suspended in air for a moment, as if held there by strings, and then she came crashing down…onto the steel steps. The impact was loud and the gasps of the audience were audible. Her body flopped off of the stairs, like a rag doll carelessly thrown away. Darkness and pain blanketed her as she was pulled into unconsciousness, a temporary relief.
With a feral grin, the Undertaker turned to see John Cena, using the ropes for leverage, crawling to his feet.
Watchin from afar on the steel ramp, Paul Heyman grinned proudly.