Thread: WWE: Return of the Phenom (Athene & christian7_41king)

Alisyn Hatheway The more feminist part of Alisyn couldn't deny that a part of her was slightly disappointed the Divas hadn't done anything. Ah well. Maybe - hopefully - next week, there would be something. Until then, quite a few other Superstars entered into the ring, each providing entertainment in their own matches. There were tons of names and faces that she recognized and simultaneously didn't. All of the tension in the air started to build up, further strengthening the mood of the atmosphere. So fucking awesome! By the time she heard the gong echo once more and saw the lights go down, Alisyn was one on of the strongest adrenaline rushes of her life. She stood up, joining in with the other fans all around her who had gotten to their feet to cheer the Dead Man on. Go Undertaker! Kick his ass! Make him rest in peace! You got this! And those were just a select few of the cries she heard from all around her. Yeah! You definitely got this! she agreed, slowly sitting back down as the introduction process began to die down. ... Going right for the chairs, eh? she mused, visibly wincing as the Undertaker was hit hard with one of the many steel chairs that had been put around the ring, particularly underneath it. Injuries from certain inanimate objects had always looked painful. But now that she was actually inside the stadium - in person - she didn't think it looked like it hurt. She knew it did. The mere sounds the steel had made when smacking against the Dead Man had been ... horrible. Some of the absolute worst noises her ears had ever heard in her life. ... So maybe some parts of wrestling are fake. This, however, is definitely not. It had been something she agreed to believe in a few years after her first trip to a live pay-per-view. Pride and victory were cherished prizes and anyone - from the most well-known Superstars to the sexiest Divas - wouldn't dare half-ass their match. Especially not if there was a chance for them to earn the pride and win for themselves. That's how it'd be with me, after all. If I was ever a Diva, obviously ... .... Alisyn gripped her lip slightly, now feeling the urge to do something after the rest of the matches ended increasing. Apparently though, Fate seemed to have figured a way out to help ensure she would be able to do just that. Huh?! Her eyes widened as she felt herself hoisted out of her seat .... by Booker himself. The hell are you doing?! she asked, unable to help herself. Although Alisyn could usually maintain a relatively calm and collected mindset, she was just as terrified then and there. The fear showed, both in her eyes and voice as the emotion known as panic snuck in faster than she could try to hide it. But then, who could blame Aliysn? She hadn't just been yanked out of her chair. But now, Booker was actually trying to use her as a shield. Against the Undertaker ! There were few ways this could end well. Alisyn swallowed, feeling small despite being exactly six feet tall. The man behind her was only a few inches taller. In front of her, however, was a very different story. The Phenom was a full ten inches taller than her. But worse than that was the difference in pure strength. And add in 145 pounds versus 300? .... Lifting her up - even if he was doing so with Booker at the same time - was easy, laughably so. Oh shit! .... Poor Alisyn had almost no time to beg for him not to go through with the chokeslam. Hell, she didn't even see that had been the move which ended the match. The unfortunate yet simultaneously lucky - in her own form and fashion - young woman's consciousness almost immediately faded as she was slammed down onto the ground, the impact only slightly lessened by Booker's body. Well ... that happened. Oh .. oh fuck! That was live! Did ... did that all get caught on film?! As Alisyn abruptly woke up, she did so with a start, only to wince as the worst head and backache dominated her body. She would definitely have a few bruises, probably on her shoulders or near the neck. All in all though ... she was lucky. She definitely could have had a shit ton worse, in terms of physical damage. Even the teenager version of her would have known that much. Agh ... A hand shakily rose, rubbing her forehead. When she heard someone frantically apologizing, her head lifted to see both Booker and Undertaker in the room. Hope your ok. Sorry about that That was - more likely than not - Mark speaking. The Dead Man likely wouldn't have cared. He'd won so ... what would the fact he'd used - even if not intentionally - a makeshift hostage matter to him? ... Or ... was that indeed him still as the Undertaker? Alisyn was confused. ... Idiot, who cares who it is?! He fucking spoke to you! Don't seem like you're ignoring him! Well ... ahh ... it's fine. I mean, I know it wasn't intentional. I just ... well ... I don't think anyone usually expects to be literally yanked into the ring quite like that and ... If she'd thought it was impossible for the night to get anymore amazing, albeit slightly hectic, she was wrong. Very much so. Soon, even Vince himself entered the infirmary. Mr. McMahon?! Umm ... Her head quickly moved from side to side, No, no. Money's ... not a pressing issue. I do thank you for the concern, though however, I do have ... something else. But ... Looking back to the two Superstars and then over to Vince again, she swallowed nervously. ... It's now or never ... Nodding to herself, Alisyn exhaled softly before continuing her train of thought, I'd rather speak about it with just you. If you don't mind. Although she was looking at Vince, it was clear the words were directed primarily to Booker and the Undertaker.