Robin stood and shook as she waited for her cue. This was it; she finally got her match. Apparently, Stacy figured out the stalker story was Robin's idea and now she wanted revenge. She chuckled softly as she thought about it, the tension easing.
There was a knock at the door and a little man with a head set came in.
"Five minutes Ms. Phoenix." He said retreating as quickly as he'd come. Robin nodded and glanced into the mirror. An evil smile spread across her lips.
"Tonight's the night…" She said to her reflection and turned to leave. She walked down the hall in a daze, letting her aura change, becoming the character.
"Are you ready?" Lita asked appearing out of no where. Robin smiled a twisted smile and clasped her friend's shoulder briefly. Lita winked and let her pass. She stopped just inside the curtain and waited.
Outside, the crowd was a dull roar, talking and waiting for the next match.
She focused, closing her eyes. There was a small hiss just before her pyrotechnics went off. Her eyes popped open. Then BOOM, BOOM, the pyro rumbled through her chest as she stepped through the curtains when her music started. BOOM, BOOM, the fire shot toward the ceiling. Robin paused, her eyes darting across the blur of lights and dim faces screaming. She smiled, the turned her attention to the ring and made her way down. Small flames followed her heels with each step.
Robin never took her eyes from Stacy, she liked the fear she saw there, the surprise, the disbelief.
She slid into the ring slowly and stood to her full height. Stacy was nearly as tall as Robin but, at this point in time, she seemed very, very small.
The bell rang and Robin circled her prey.
Stacy was the first to break, running at Robin with a feeble clothesline. Ducking easily, Robin turned and swept her legs. Stacy hit the mat and rolled out of the way.
Robin let the cockeyed grin spread across her face as the other woman scrambled to her feet. Robin charged in with a clothesline of her own sending the other woman down again. She came down with an elbow but there was no one there. Disoriented, Robin got up and searched the ring.
Suddenly, Stacy grabbed her from behind pulling, trying to flip her over and back. Robin hooked her leg and, reaching behind, caught Stacy's hair, flinging her forward and sprawling her onto her back knocking the wind out of her.
Robin watched as Stacy panted, catching her breath and, grabbing her pretty blonde hair, hauled her to her feet. Grabbing her, she lifted her high over her head and dropped her down hard again. The woman coughed and then lay still.
Robin dropped down, hooking Stacy's leg for a cover. The blonde kicked out after two.
Robin rolled to her feet like a cat waiting near the turnbuckle as Stacy slowly got to her feet, her back to her opponent. She staggered backward a step and Robin charged in, driving Stacy's face into the mat with a bulldog.
The crowd cheered for Robin. Then, cheered louder as Stacy got up. That was alright with Robin, her character wasn't exactly the most loveable on the roster.
The red head grabbed her opponent's arm and swung her into the ropes. Stacy bounced and came flying back, getting a standing drop kick to the face.
Once more, Stacy hit the canvas face down with a sickening thud. Robin stood only slightly winded and turned slowly, staring out into the crowd as they cheered, shaking their homemade signs.
Suddenly, the back of her head exploded in pain. Robin crumpled, clutching her skull. Looking up from the mat she got a good look at her assailant. Test leered down at her as he planted his boot squarely into her ribs.
Robin curled up to avoid the blows, the reached up catching another boot aimed for her chest. Heaving with all her strength, she managed to flip him onto his back.
Seeing the chance, she struggled to her feet, holding her sore ribs. Breathing was hard, but she limped over, kicking Test in the face before hitting the mat again when Stacy caught her in the back with a chair.
The next rain of blows was a blur. Robin tried desperately to fight them off but Test had truly turned the tides. She was very strong for a woman, but the big Canadian was a fight she couldn't hope to win.
She could taste blood as she feebly worked her way toward the ropes. Why wouldn't they stop? Robin couldn't wrap her brain around it. It was getting hard to think. Everything hurt and each new blow that connected jostled her badly bruised ribs.
Robin coughed and taking a deep excruciating breath struggled to her feet. She swung on any movement that she caught.
Test grabbed her arm, twisting brutally, sending Robin back to her knees. He sneered, yelling something she didn't bother trying to understand when…BOOM!
The crowd erupted as Kane burst through the pyro and stalked down to the ring.
Stacy and Test dropped Robin and slipped out the opposite side.
Kane never took his eyes off them as they cautiously made their way around the barricade and down toward the curtain.
Seeing the threat safely away, he turned his attention to Robin lying prone and unmoving in the center of the ring.
"Oh God baby…" He whispered under his mask as he knelt down beside her, gingerly touching her forehead. "Are you okay?" He asked leaning close to her face.
"What took you so long?" Robin croaked grinning up at him.
Kane breathed a sigh of relief and scooped her up in his arms, then set her gently on her feet.
Shaking off the pain and dizziness, she raised her arms in triumph. The crowd reacted strongly, cheering and stomping. It was so loud; Robin could feel it in her sore ribs.
Kane raised her arm a second time, glancing over to her and nodding, he dropped their arms hard, setting off the pyrotechnics on the ring posts. Robin reveled in the fire and, taking Kane's hand dropped down off the apron walking proudly back to the locker rooms.