YOUR SHADOW

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, you know that!

If you know the band KILLSWITCH ENGAGE, well first of all, you have GREAT TASTE! Second, you should have their album THE END OF HEARTACHE. I picked the song A BID FAREWELL for Brennan's intro (check out their website for a listen). And sense we REALLY don't know where he's from; I made up a city as well (that and he doesn't really have an accent or anything). The show is in italics to separate things as much as possible. Enjoy!

"WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT RAW!" The announcer roared into the intercom. "I'm Jerry 'The King' Lawler and this is Good Ole JR, Jim Ross."

"Howdy!"

"And do we have a show for you tonight!"

"That's right King! Tonight! It's Triple H vs. Randy Orton vs. Batista! For the World Heavyweight Championship! This one's serious."


"OH! It's gonna be vicious, JR! And we have EDGE and Y2J Chris Jericho in a latter match. Classic high flying from the days of E&C and The Hardys!"

"I can't wait! And don't forget, we have Chris Benoit in that 'Beat The Clock Match', going one on one with KANE…."

"It's a hell of a night King! Let's get it started with our first match, Shelton Benjamin, who's been tearing the place up these past months. Is going one on one with another new comer, Brennan Mulwray."

"This guy's good, JR. He's a mixed martial artist and a former street fighter. Benjamin may be an All- American athlete, but he's got his hands full tonight!"

Brennan stood, watching the intro and smirking to himself. As much as he wanted this, the last thing he (and the team) needed was to be televised so soon. The dark matches in various arenas were controllable, but with all that happened earlier, he just hadn't been ready for a match on the live broadcast. Somehow, that managed to fade.

"Hey," Jesse said while running up. "You're gonna go out first. You ready?"

"Yeah," The elemental grinned. "I've been waiting for this. Shouldn't you be in the control room?"

"Yeah, I know, but this is your 'debut' on RAW. I wanted to be here."

"Me too." Jordan said, when walking up behind them. She took him in slowly. He wore black and blue ring shorts, with kneepads, and wrestling boots that laced up nearly all his calves. "Oiled, taped up, watered down and ready to go." She smirked. "I think I missed the 'real' show."

" I bet you did." He grinned. "You guys didn't have to do this."

"Whatever!" The molecular replied. "We're gonna be right here till the match ends. Jordan and I'll be watching the large monitor around the corner."

"Well, you're on in five." Jordan grinned as a production assistant ran up. "They're ready for you and the entrance." She hugged him quickly before he and the molecular slapped hands. Before they knew it, he was gone.

"OH! THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD, JR!" King grinned. Guitar chords rang like bells, followed by steady drums and bass as the lights flashed. Red, white and yellow filled the screaming arena. The ring announcer, Lillian Garcia took over.

"The following match is for one fall. Coming in first, from Washington DC, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, Brennan Mulwray!"

The elemental made his way down the ramp, to a surprisingly welcoming crowd. He knew he'd be a heel (bad guy) since going up against Benjamin, who won over the crowd months ago. Jumping onto the steps, he flipped into the ring, getting a rise out of everyone- especially the women.

"Look at this guy, JR. Size, good looks. The ladies are all over him. You think we'd get enough of all these pretty boys on RAW!"

"Pretty or not King, they pack a hell of a punch."

"OH! Look out! Here he comes!" The opening lines of Shelton's music flooded in, bringing the place to its feet. Lillian returned to the mic.

"And his opponent, from Orangeburg, South Carolina and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, SHELTON BENJAMIN!"

Shelton was all-feral. A tall, chocolate colored man, his features were a handsome mix of feline elements. And the lean curved muscle in his form let one know that he was built for leaping. Once in the ring, the two men circled like bulls till the referee called for the bell.

It was ten minutes of danger as the two men executed risky moves on one another. Between headlocks, back flips and drop kicks into spines, the crowd was one its feet and split over who to cheer for. They took turns off the top rope in jaw dropping leaps, and kept the ring ready to break. Every time one hit the floor, a loud OHH rolled from the audience. And no matter how intense the fall, each man managed to flip back to his feet.

"JR, THIS IS SERIOUS!" King shrieked into the microphone. They're gonna kill each other!"

"You see Benjamin squatting on the corner of that top rope, King. Mulray's still on the ground. And look at Shelton! He did a double back flip off the top rope and onto Brennan's stomach. I know those ribs are broken!"

"That's gotta hurt!"

"Benjamin covers for the count. But he's up! Mulwray get's a shoulder up! And the crowd is going crazy! If he comes back from this, it'll be one of the biggest upsets in the history of RAW!"

Brennan managed to stand up, his head ringing and an arm around his ribs. Shelton was swinging him in order to gain momentum and speed from the ropes. The man ran at him when an arm shot straight across his neck, nearly flipping Benjamin completely over before he hit the matt.

"A clothesline! Mulwray hit Benjamin with a nasty clothesline! And he nearly flipped all the way over!" King hollered.

"And he didn't land right at all." JR groaned. "The ref is checking on him now. Looks like he's all right. And… what's Mulwray doing? He's headed to the top rope! And he's standing on it - backwards."

"Well, we saw Benjamin hit that double back flip into Brennan's stomach. WHAT'S Mulray gonna do?"

The elemental stood on the ring corner, waiting for his opponent to stand up. It was un-nerving how comfortable they all were on the ropes. When Shelton was finally on his feet, the mutant looked back on last time, then squatted down, sizing up his distance.

His feet left the chords. Momentum carried him over before he uncurled and rotated straight into the man, hitting him in the chest feet first.

"OH MY GOD!" JR yelled. "A BACK FIP AND SPINNING SCREWDRIVER RIGHT INTO BENJAMIN'S CHEST!"

"…He's not getting up from that one! Let's take a look at the replay."

"He looks good out there." Jesse said. He and Jordan stood watching the match, and grinning so hard, they could have broken the screen. Jordan leaned against the molecular, proud of her former teammate.

"Is Lex watching?"

"I guess she is." Jesse frowned. "She's probably in your office looking at it."

"No! She's right here." The brunette said running up. "And we've got trouble."

"What is it?" Jordan frowned as they turned to face her.

"I can't find Shalimar."

"That's no problem. She's probably warming up for her-"

"NO! She isn't. The last person to see her was Lita, and she saw her go off with Hunter."

"Okay…" Jess exhaled. "Let's go-"

"Don't worry." Jordan gasped as new music hit the arena. "I think we just did."

"JR! It's Triple H!" The place roared in a mix of boos and cheers. The man paid no attention as he held the title over one shoulder. The other was currently occupied. "And he's got a sledgehammer! Oh My God! He has a hammer!"

"Folks, we know his history with Shelton. Benjamin's been the only wrestler to beat the game in nearly every match they've had. And he hasn't let Hunter forget it. We also know Triple H is known fordoing serious damage with that Hammer. But it's been circulating lately that, well he and Mulwray don't get along either."

"NO kidding! The two men in the ring just don't like the World Champion. But that sure is a fox that's with him."

"King, that's the newest RAW diva, Shalimar Fox. And she is a piece of work!"

Brennan turned from facing his beaten opponent to see the two ferals walking down the ramp. Hunter was in track pants and his signature T-Shirt while Shalimar wore a dangerous little black dress and high-heeled stiletto boots. And though she covered it well, the woman was uneasy. Hunter at ringside was one thing, but having a five-pound sledgehammer…needless to say, she was careful. Hunter held the ropes for her when they reached the ring and soon had a mic in his hand.

"Benjamin, I know we have unfinished business…But tonight, this isn't about you." He reiterated his words by pointing the hammerhead directly at Brennan. "…This is about him."

Brennan folded his arms while Shelton managed to stand. Hunter only shrugged it off. "Okay, stay if you want. I don't care. But I do have business with the freshmen over here." The crowd was booing and began to chant Brennan's name, causing Hunter to pause and scan the audience. "I get you new guys. You come in all cocky, thinking nothing can touch you. Well, SON, I was like that too. And nothing could touch me. I was ready to take on anybody… But I learned my place. The thing is, I think you need to learn yours." The people still chanted as Brennan smirked at Hunter. But the older man knew which buttons to push. " And by the way…your girlfriend thinks so, too."

She grinned as Hunter grabbed her by the hair and slammed his lips into hers. The elemental lunged at them, but the feral shoved Shalimar out of the way, and sent the hammer, handle first into Brennan's stomach. The place was screaming as the new mutant doubled over. He did the same to a charging Shelton Benjamin, sending the man between the ropes and to the floor. Hunter had thrown the mic down before, so now he yelled at the mutant's back. The only works one could read were 'THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU DON"T FUCK WITH THE GAME!"

"JR! TRIPLE H HIT HIM WITH THE HAMMER- AGAIN! AND HE'S DOWN! HE'S NOT MOVING!"

"Folks, this is terrible! Hunter slammed the head of that hammer into Mulray's back, and directly into his kidney. And he's down!"

"Down! Hell he's not getting back up!" King screamed. The arena was pure chaos as paramedics rushed to the ring. "Folks, This is terrible. We're cutting to commercial, but we'll be back after this. "