Thicker Than Blood
Chapter 3
He had heard the crashing of flesh against steel from his spot in the far corner of the ring. It was impossible to miss. John Cena jumped at the sudden noise, knowing instantly that it had been the redheaded girl, and feeling a pang of guilt that he hadn't been able to stop whatever horror that the Undertaker had just inflicted on her. He had a pretty good idea what had happened, and one question rang through his mind:
If the Undertaker was willing to do that to his own daughter…then what would he do to a fellow wrestler that he had no ties to, a wrestler that he, in fact, hated? John gulped, grabbing for the ropes and pulling himself upward. When he turned he was met with the Undertaker's predatory stare.
The line between match and aftermath began to blur for him as the Undertaker rushed forward, downing him with a series of suplexes and carefully placed mat moves. After a leg drop on the apron of the ring, which nearly broke his neck, John didn't look like h would be getting up anytime soon. The Undertaker turned his attentions elsewhere, his eyes focusing by the steel ramp, just next to Kathryn.
Left forgotten, Cena's steel chain still remained where the Undertaker had thrown it earlier. Without a glance backward, the Undertaker slid out of the ring, taking his time to get there. He looked at Kathryn as he pent down to pick up the chain. A crude combination of red hair and blood obscured her face. There were cuts on her arms and legs, presumably from hitting the steel steps. 'Taker glanced down at his own gash on his arm that he had received from the steps earlier that night. Sure enough, blood was continuing to flow steadily out of the wound. With a barely audible growl, the Undertaker wrapped the steel chain around his hand and made his way back into the ring.
Seven punches. He was able to count the shots as they flew at him, his own steel chain ripping the very flesh off of him. John wheezed as he bent over from the seventh shot- a particularly vicious one to the abdomen. He vaguely caught sight of referees surrounding the outside of the ring, each too scared and daunted by the Undertaker to get into the fray and help.
"'Taker! STOP!"
"Let him go!"
"Leave the ring!"
The cries echoed in John's ears, mingling with the low chuckle of the Undertaker. A hand enclosed around his throat as he was back up into the turnbuckle. He tried to breathe, his lungs straining for oxygen. Finally, the choke stopped. 'Taker took his time as he placed John onto the turnbuckle. Unsteady and off-balance, John nearly fell over. The Undertaker righted him as he wrapped his arm around Cena's head.
After the devastating superplex off of the turnbuckle, the crowd was back to chanting in full force, screaming their displeasure. Cameras zoomed in on the EMTs as they attended to Kathryn, putting her neck in a brace.
"My God…We've seen a new side to the Undertaker tonight," Michael Cole spoke breathlessly from his psot at the announce table. Suddenly, a burst of music blared through the arena.
"One of a kind!" There was a large uproar of cheers as Rob Van Dam and Rey Mysterio ran out and down the steel ramp. RVD immediately hit the ring, attacking the Undertaker.
"Finally, someone is coming to save Cena from this monster!" Cole said with relief.
"Too bad it's too late for that girl…" Tazz added as the EMTs carried her away.
As RVD continued his assault, just barely staying on top, REy made his way around the ring, pulling Cena out of it. He and a referee looped one of Cena's arms about their shoulders and they headed up to the ramp. Hearing Rey's call, RVD downed 'Taker with a roundhouse kick and bolted out of the ring.
As they left, the Undertaker watched them, smiling all the same.
The damage had been dealt.