Chapter 10 - Life Or Death
She kissed me, sitting down at the commentator's table next to JR andJerry'The King' Lawler. I knew that Triple H would want a rematch, it was obvious. He thought that the title belonged to him, even when it was wrapped around another's waist.
By the time we were 26 minutes into the match I had the upper hand until Triple H Irish-Whipped me into the ropes and Ric Flair started to remove his blazer…that was when I knew that I was in trouble; I knew that I – for one – was royally screwed.
A sledgehammer – about twenty pounds or so – was placed into Triple H's hands and he just moved it from hand to hand, marveling at the handiwork that the creator had made.
Lita's words of encouragement stopped and I turned to look at her, after running from the corner, looking at her shocked and horrified face.
I turned around and the last things I saw were a flash of hair – crimson and blonde – metal flying and then red – covering what was the metal – and I was gone and all I could see was hazel eyes but still I could hear it all...and then the voices stopped and the last thingthat I heard was "the next 24 hours are critical for his recovery...from now on it is a matter of life and death..." and everything turned black and I was in an endless sleep.