ACT 9- Under The Highway

It's late night, a dark dead end, the brick walls are covered with rotting lime and the wire fences are brown with rust, the only light is from one flickering street lamp. It was the perfect grounds for a secret battle. The two rosters came from the different sides, one climbing over the fence, the other coming around the wall. They are silent as they fan out on all sides of the clearing space. Triple H and Dave Batista stand before the Raw gang.

JBL nods, "Ready?"

"Ready." Randy Orton shouts back.

"Ready." Batista steps up. "Come center and shake hands."

JBL blinks, "For what?"

Triple H smirks, "That's how it's done, Bradshaw."

JBL frowns, "Look, I'm not like everyone else out there, I don't buy that cutesy wootsy facade you put on, the whole world can't see past that mask, but I can. You all hate all us, and we hate you all too. I don't hang with my enemies, I keep my friends close, if I bring my enemies in too close, they can jump us. So let's just get at it."

Triple H nods in thought, "Ok."

JBL moved towards the center, "Here we go." Batista moves towards him as cheering for the representative is heard from both teams.

The fight is about to begin when Ric Flair comes through a hole in the fence interrupting, "Hold it!" He rushes over towards JBL.

Triple H turns, "Get with Raw."

"No."

"What are you doing?"

"Maybe he has found the gall to fight his own fights." JBL leers at Triple H.

Flair just smiles, "It doesn't take guts if you have a fight, but we don't have one now do we." He reaches out his hand for JBL to shake, but he just knocks it away and shoves him, causing him to fall backwards onto the damp cold ground.

"I was wrong, you don't have guts, you haven't got any at all!" JBL sneers.

Triple H remains strong, "The deal was a fair fight between Bradshaw and Dave." He turns towards Flair and speaks quietly as he gets up, "Get with Raw."

JBL flicks Flair to get his attention and when he turns he shoves his shoulder and slaps his cheek, "You want a fight old man?"

Dave spoke up, "You've got one."

"I'll just take this windbag as a warm up. Unless, you don't have guts after all? Are you afraid? Chicken?"

Dave was getting angry, "Cut that out."

"I don't want to." Flair sighed. "Bradshaw…."

"I'm sure."

"Bradshaw, you've got it wrong."

"Are you a scaredy cat then?"

"You won't understand?"

"What's that? You address me as JBL, mister!"

"Get him Naich!" Orton cried out.

"But he's just a chicken sh…"

"Flair!" Dave cut his swear off.

"Brad…. JBL, don't." Flair held up his hands.

"Don't wanna, pretty Nature Boy?" JBL taunted, flicking up the brim of his hat.

Triple H was angry yet concerned, "Ric, don't just stand there…!" JBL kept on taunting. "Naich!"

"Come on, get him, hurt him, kick and punch!" Chris Jericho blurted out, not being able to hold it back in any longer.

"Come on." JBL put ups his fists. You bas…"

He couldn't finish the swear again, Triple H had rushed him, hauling him aside with one hit. Immediately, the two rosters follow the action. JBL staggers back to his feet and reaches for his pocket, as does Triple H, and at the same time they both reveal a weapon. JBL has a knife and Triple H has a blunt object, resembling much like a small bat. They get into a fighting pose, circling each other. The rosters follow behind their leader, standing behind them circling as well.

Flair tries to get between them, but Triple H just calls, "Hold him!"

Batista and Orton grab Flair and hold him back so that the fight can continue. They both swing their weapons, but the knife cuts the bat out of Triple H's hand, putting him in a position where it seems that he'll be able to run him down.

But flair broke away from his holders and ran to stop Triple H, crying out, "Trips, don't!"

Triple H pauses for a moment and that moment is enough for JBL, whose hand is reached out ready for a drive, runs at him, digging the knife into his torso. Flair reaches forward to catch him and is able to break his fall. Then he takes the knife in his hand and leaps at the victorious JBL, whose posing for his cheering roster. The fight continues as Flair lunges an attack, but there's a whistle that everyone recognizes and everything comes to a dead stop. As the whistle continues to get closer, everyone runs in a confused panic one way or the other. As the alley is cleared, Flair stands in horror over the still bodies of Triple H and JBL. He bends over Triple H's body, then rolls JBL's over onto his back. He stares at the but then he realizes something, the voice in his head cries out with anguish: JOY! The whistle is very close now but he doesn't run. In a shadow, Trish Stratus appears and rushes over to him, tugging at his sleeve as the whistle sounds from around the corner. The tugging snaps Flair back to the reality of danger. He starts to run to the hole in the fence where Trish came. She got there first and was going out just as a flashlight lit around the corner. Flair was spotted, he runs quickly another way and hops over the low part of the wall and out of danger as the distant town clock chimes.

LIGHT FADES TO BLACKOUT!