Ebony Rising
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Summary: After the Undertaker is drafted to RAW, joining his brother Kane, he has eyes for the World Heavyweight Championship, newly given to Triple H, and a mysterious newcomer may help him achieve his goal.
Ships: Cena/OC, and Unknown/OC
NOTE: People drafted in my fic:
To Smackdown from RAW: Christian, Chris Benoit, Randy Orton, Muhammad Hassan and Daivari
To RAW from Smackdown: Undertaker, Dawn Marie, John Cena, Rob Van Dam and Kurt Angle
and for intervals I shall use 'E2E2E2E2' etc.
Chapter 1 - Beginnings
"Welcome back to WWE Vengeance, folks, I'm Jim Ross and here with me is Jerry 'The King' Lawler. Up next is the match you've all been waiting for – we're sorry about the wait as EMTs have had to assist to Lita and Edge, although I must say they deserve the shocking beating Kane gave both of them."
"You said it, JR, although I hate to see puppies beaten up like that!"
Sigh. "Yeah, Yeah… Well, here comes Triple H, who is approaching the ring alone as Eric Bischoff has barred Ric Flair from ringside. He has vengeance and the WWE Championship on his mind."
"Yeah, JR, I wouldn't like to be Dave Batista right now. Well now the Cerebral Assassin is taunting against the ropes, waiting for his—Oh My God, here he comes, the World Heavyweight Champion, Batista!"
"Fists are flurrying to and fro, both of them are beating the crap out of each other, well of course they would, being mortal enemies and all. Good Lord, look at the carnage, JR. Bischoff had to make this a No DQ match as well… OH MY GAWD, A BONE CRUNCHING PEDIGREE FROM THE CEREBRAL ASSASSIN!"
"I can't bear to watch this, JR… Holy Crap he's getting the sledgehammer out! OH MY GAWD!"
"That's just sick…"
"It's the Game's work, JR… Remember that…"
"Blood is pouring out of the Champion's head… and the Game's got that sick smile on his face, he's going for the cover… 1… 2… 3…"
"Oh no! Triple H is the Champion! AGAIN!"
"That dirty rotten…"
"What the…" Jerry 'the King' Lawler suddenly said as Triple H's celebrations were cut off by the lights going out. A single bell tolled into the darkness and the lights came on to see … no one.
It was a message from the Undertaker. Enjoy your Championship, as it won't be yours for long.
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"Welcome to Monday Night RAW! folks, I'm Jerry 'The King' Lawler and with me is good ol' JR, Jim Ross."
"It's gonna be a scorcher tonight, folks, and up on the arena right now is Triple H, along with Ric Flair, who are celebrating the Game's victory at WWE Vengeance last Sunday. Although I can see his satisfied smirk is hidden by the fear that the Dead Man Walkin's gonna take it from him."
"Hello…" Triple H started, before he turned to the Nature Boy, "What hellhole are we in today, Naiche?" the crowd booed as Ric Flair gave a quiet response, "Florida? That's hardly the place for a celebration like today… Y'see, I am the Game. I have obtained the World Heavyweight Championship, once again. And I have proven that I am that damn good.
"Undertaker…" The crowd erupted into cheers, "Y'don't scare me a bit. Because I am the Game, and you are nothing. Just some sick psycho." The crowd booed as the Game and the Dirtiest Player in the Game laughed and talked amongst themselves before—
The lights suddenly dimmed to purple, and some weird unfamiliar music played in the speakers, it was "Cochise" by Audioslave, and the two people in the arena frowned as the music continued to play— but no one came out.
"Listen, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but no one interrupts the Game and gets away with—"
"Shut up!" someone yelled from nowhere, and caused Hunter to drop his microphone in shock. On the titantron it showed flashes of fire and crows, before it went blood red and faded to reveal an obscured face.
"Tonight, Florida, you will experience the beginning of the Dark Revolution. You will all know and fear my name by the end of the night. I am coming, my time draws nearer…"
The titantron flickered and faded away as the smoke cleared the Game and the Nature Boy were seen running up to the ramp in fear.
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The camera panned to see two mysterious figures sitting in a darkened room, watching on the television set what had just happened. The two brothers stood stone still as they stared at the set, the mysterious voice was dark yet soft at the same time.
"That voice sounds familiar." The elder brother spoke quietly, before his pale eyes turned to his brother's, scarily pale eyes, his face twisted into a smile as they both turned to the screen again.
"She's back." Kane and the Undertaker spoke in unison, their voices triumphant.
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Triple H was in the ring, alone, as Ric Flair had been sabotaged by Kane and the Undertaker earlier, who had shook hands, the crowd had screamed in happiness at the rejoining of the Dark Brothers, but were still in confusion about the mysterious voice that had startled The Cerebral Assassin.
"Well…" Triple H started, "I don't know about all you guys, but it's the end of the night, RAW is almost over… I haven't seen any mysterious force of darkness," he laughed, "obviously you're too chicken to face The Game— Holy Shit!" he yelled as the pyros exploded suddenly, then the lights dimmed and went out, then flickered back to purple, the mysterious music playing once more, but this time someone was seen walking down the ramp, a young girl, looking to be in her late twenties. She had raven brown hair and pale blue eyes that glittered as she stood, looking at the crowd that seemed to scream her name. Any enemy of Triple H's was a friend of theirs. She grinned, a smile that showed her beautiful features, before it faded when she turned to the Game who was laughing.
"A girl?" he said, "No, no, no, a … a Diva?" he laughed again, before looking at her, "Look, hun, I know everyone wants to play the Game, if you get my drift, but you didn't have to go to all this trouble." He grinned, before she slid into the ring, standing opposite him. She was fairly tall, and she wore a dark ensemble, along with dark eyeliner that went well against her slightly tanned skin, she wore purple fish net stockings on her arms, and a black shirt with orange flames surrounding a raven, her trademark. She also wore dark black jeans, and she wore a look of utmost hatred when she looked in the eyes of the Game, who smirked back at her.
"Hunter." She simply spoke, and he frowned at the malice in her voice, "For many years you have poisoned the honour of World Wrestling Entertainment. You and your trademark gimmick," she put on a high voice, "Oh look at me, I'm Triple H, the fricking Game. The ten time World Heavyweight Champion, former Intercontinental, European and Tag Team Champion, the former head of Evolution, and above all a complete asshole!" she ended, yelling into the microphone, her voice soft with malice and hatred, she glared at him who looked like he was about to jump her.
"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to the Game like that?" he yelled.
"Funny you should ask that, Trips," she said silkily, whilst she leant against the ropes casually, men hooting at her rather curvaceous figure, "They call me Ebony. The Dark Angel. The one who will ensure that your reign as World Heavyweight Champion for the eleventh time ends. Brutally." She said coldly.
Triple H started laughing again before—
"Oh my gawd, a cheap shot from the Game, giving puppies the clothesline!"
"That's just disgu—" he was cut off by the lights shutting off, going completely black for about five seconds before they turned on again, to see Kane and the Undertaker standing behind Triple H, who was standing over the bleeding form of Ebony. He frowned before turning and the two brothers took him out with a devastating clothesline before the Phenom and the Big Red Machine turned to the Dark Angel, they helped her up, before the three of them walked out of the ring.
… (( After the show – OOC )) …
"Scarlett!" Mark Callaway yelled as Scarlett De Lucas, or the girl who was known to WWE Fans as Ebony, was seen walking out of the Infirmary, he scooped her up in his arms before she giggled, her dark locks curling with his. "It is you! I haven't seen you since forever! How's my little sis?" he asked, grinning as he tickled her, she laughed uncontrollably, causing Trish and Gail Kim nearby to give meaningful looks towards each other, as they continued walking.
"Stop it, Mark!" she yelled, before pushing him off. She was then caught by sudden surprise as someone lifted her over his shoulder.
"Still playin' rough, eh Scarlett?" Glenn Jacobs asked softly, as she beat her hands on his back.
"Lemme down, Glenn, or I'll make you." She yelled and he had to because she had kicked him in the stomach. "And Mark, I am fine. Nice surprise to see little ol' me here, eh?"
"Of course it is! After your stint in ECW I lost contact from you, we both did. We wondered where you went!"
"Well, I had a lot of stuff going on. My best friend was pregnant and she had to go away… Meh you wouldn't want to hear about it," she said, shrugging.
"Ah, Scarlett!" a new voice was heard, it was Vince McMahon, she grinned, shaking his hand. "I've got your script for next week, and here are yours, Glenn, Mark," Vince said before grinning as he turned and walked away.
"Looks like I'm gonna join your posse then," she said, before snorting, "I like the sound of that. And I get to kick some skanky slut ass too, in the name of Trash Stratus," she grinned, but her eyes went rather round as someone walked past, talking avidly to his friend, a RAW Superstar, she bit her lips, watching as he walked to his locker room. Glenn and Mark gave each other looks before looking back at their 'younger sister'. She wasn't really their sister, as the two of them weren't even related, she was just a good childhood friend that was like a sister.
"Got a thing for John Cena, then, do ya kiddo?" Mark cooed before she slapped his hand away that was reaching into tickle her again.