(A/N): New chapter here, and the action takes off. I guess I'm pretty happy with the way this chapter turned out. Looking back on it I can see that it seems really fast-paced and not as personal as I would have liked. Meaning that when I usually right it's from a limited perspective and usually I have much more of one character's inner thoughts. But I suppose I can forgive myself seeing as how this is more of an action-oriented chapter. Anyway, enjoy people.
The Undertaker dragged JBL back over to his corner and tagged in Dave Batista. Dave hoisted JBL up to his feet and then threw him into the turnbuckle. Dave drove his shoulders into Bradshaw's midsection repeatedly. Batista took JBL and Irish whipped him into the ropes on the other side. When JBL came charging back towards him, Dave grabbed the former WWE Champion and slammed him to the mat with a spinebuster.
JBL writhed in pain as he tried to roll to the ropes and rise to his feet, but once he reached his corner, he felt a hand come down and slap his back; the tag had been made.
Brock Lesnar and Dave Batista stared each other down in the center of the ring. They quickly locked up, and Lesnar began showing his technical prowess by catching Dave in a side-headlock. But Batista knew his way around that move and pushed Brock off him and into the ropes. Brock rebounded off the ropes and slammed into Dave with a hard shoulder knockdown. Dave was thrown to the mat and Brock went in for the attack. He flipped Batista so that the "Animal" was facedown on the mat and positioned himself above him. Lesnar then drove his knees into Batista's skull.
"Tag me in!" JBL roared from the corner. "I'm going to beat that sonofabitch straight back to hell!"
Lesnar laughed, but complied and hurled Batista into his, JBL, and Orlando's corner, quickly tagging JBL in. Bradshaw then went to work on the champion, hitting Batista with a series of powerful punches and knockdowns. Meanwhile, Brock went around the ring and dragged Taker from where he was standing by the turnbuckle and smashed his head against the steel steps. Taker fought back and the two old enemies traded punches.
JBL bounced off the ropes, already going for the Clothesline from Hell, but Batista knew this and exploded with his own clothesline, completely leveling the former champion. Batista rose to his feet and began stalking the fallen JBL, a predatory grin on the face of the champion. Dave moved to the ropes and shook them back and forth before giving JBL the "thumbs-down".
The Undertaker reversed Lesnar's attempted Irish whip and tossed "the Next Big Thing" into the security wall. Taker charged towards the stunned Lesnar, but Brock was playing possum and dove to the side as Taker crashed into the wall. Brock the hoisted the Undertaker onto his shoulders and set up for the F-5.
Batista positioned JBL on his shoulders and prepared to smash him to the ground with the Batista Bomb, but Orlando Jordan used to ropes for momentum and cracked into Dave's ankle with a chop-lock. Batista's legs buckled from underneath him and he collapsed to his knees. JBL used this opening and bounced off the ropes, effectively grounding Batista with the Clothesline from Hell.
With Taker on his shoulders, Brock Lesnar threw the Dead man's legs around and crushed the Undertaker's face onto the steel steps. The bell tolled for the disqualification and the match officially ended. But Undertaker was passed out, lying in a pool of his own blood. Brock Lesnar looked into the ring and smiled at JBL. Orlando then came back into the ring wielding a steel chair and Brock gave him the thumbs up…
Christy Hemme raced towards the entrance ramp to the ring with only one thought on her mind; help Dave. She shoved her way through the crowd of people that had gathered to watch the match. Most of them were the guys from the locker room, but one grabbed Christy and held her back.
"What are you thinking?" Stacy Keibler demanded. "You're going to get yourself hurt, or worse! How will that help?"
"I need to help him!" Christy yelled, tears streaking down her face. "They're going to kill him!"
"Christy, please think this throu-" Stacy was cut off as Christy shoved her way past her and dashed out to the ring. "No!"
Christy stumbled down the ramp towards the ring, but froze in fear at the look Brock Lesnar sent her from his position between the ramp and the ring. Suddenly, a figure tore past her. He ducked under a strike made by Lesnar and flew into the ring. Using this as a distraction, Christy ran to Dave's side.
Orlando Jordan instinctively swung the chair, but his attacker knocked the chair from his hands and to the floor. Orlando quickly followed, smashing his face on the chair courtesy of Randy Orton's "RKO". Orlando's face busted open on the steel chair and he lay knocked out on the mat.
Randy turned his head just in time to see JBL charge off the ropes towards him. The young Orton leapt into the air and knocked Bradshaw upside the head with a standing dropkick. By this time however, Lesnar had returned to the ring. When Randy turned towards him, Brock charged forward and hit Orton with a running STO. Lesnar rolled back and prepared to hit Orton with the F-5, but he was doubled over with a low blow.
Stacy jumped back as Randy Orton leveled Brock with a vicious chair-shot to the head. Randy Orton brandished the chair as JBL rolled from the ring, dragging Orlando and Brock up the ramp. Randy Orton's theme music played as he stood with the chair until JBL, Lesnar, and Orlando were out of sight. Only then did Randy slump to the ground, clutching his shoulder. When he RKO'd Orlando, he had caught his shoulder between Orlando and the steel chair.
But first thing was first; his friends needed medical attention…
"How is he doing?" Randy asked Stacy. They were standing in the waiting room at the local hospital. Undertaker had been rushed there right after the match and Randy hadn't seen him since.
"He's in stable condition," Stacy replied. "But he won't be cleared to wrestle anytime in the near future. As of right now, he's in a drug induced coma until the doctors can finish with surgery."
"And Dave?"
"I'm fine," Dave said as he came into view. Aside from a few bumps and bruises Batista had emerged from the match unscathed. Christy's arm was locked with his as she refused to leave his side after the match. "What about you? You're shoulder got hit pretty good."
Randy winced as he rolled his shoulder around. It was sore and the doctors recommended he use a sling, but aside from that he was fine. "I'll be alright," Orton growled. "Man, when I get my hands on them…" he trailed off, his meaning clear.
"Take it easy," Dave said. "Neither of us are in ring-shape at the moment, and though you may have scrambled Lesnar's brains tonight, I have no doubt that he'll be back next week mad as hell."
Randy spun around and smashed his fist into a wall. "Damn it all," he growled…
"We can't let them do this," Christy said to Stacy. "I don't know if they'll survive next time. Lesnar and JBL are two of the biggest names on the roster, and with the kind of power that they have, they could attract some other guys to their cause."
Stacy sighed. Christy was right; if Bradshaw and Lesnar could recruit some guys like MNM or Eddie Guerrero then they were in serious trouble. It was one thing for Dave and Randy to face three guys, but it was entirely different fighting four or five guys.
"You're right," she sighed. "And I think I know someone I can call."
"We'll need somebody tough," Christy said uncertainly. "Someone who can stand up to either Lesnar or JBL."
"Don't worry, Christy," Stacy said with a slight grin. "If this guy comes through for us, let me assure you, he's definitely the man for the job…"
(A/N): Ok this chapter is done. Any guesses as to who it is? Anyway R&R!