Part 33:

SMACKDOWN - THE FINAL MATCH

In the ring, HHH was decimating the Rock for his final shot at the WWF heavyweight championship belt before KOTR. The Faction stood by the ring, cheering on their champion, confident that the Game would walk into the next PPV as the undisputed champion.
But then, the Family's music began and three blond figures came running down the ramp, Kevin holding on to a chair and his children with him, Sabrina between her brother and father. While Kevin and Andrew dispatched the Regime, Sabrina ran into the ring and slammed a chair in Hunter's face. Then Rock moved in for the Rock Bottom just as Sabrina slid out the ring. Steph was up on the apron, trying to get the ref to call a DQ. As for Sabrina, she speared an attacking Tori to the ground before joining her father and brother on the ramp as they watched the ref count to three and crown the new champion.
Just as the Faction was about to run up the ramp to dispatch the Family, the grimmest brothers in the WWF appeared at the entrance. Sabrina took the microphone Kane offered her.
"Get your hands off the People's champ Trippy H," she said calmly.
"That's my belt," shouted Hunter.
"Really? The ref counted Hunter baby! You lost! The Rock won! The People's champion is the WWF champion!"
"You can't do this!" screeched Stephanie. "It's wrong!"
"You not wearing a bra on national TV is wrong! The Rock being the champion is very, very right!"
"Kevin!" shouted Hunter, "do something about your brat!"
"I happen to agree with my daughter, you prissy idiot. Rock won, you lost! Live with it!"
With these words, Andrew, Sabrina and Kevin walked off the ramp. Rock glared at the Faction that Kane and Undertaker were keeping in line before climbing to the ring posts, showing off his new belt.

"All right Linda," said Kevin, coming into her office the next morning, "when do I sit in on my first booking meeting?"
"You don't. Kevin, in the WWF, you're a performer, no more, no less. I saw your booking skills in the WCW. You're not ruining my WWF with that crap."
"Come on, Linda… I have ideas."
"Let me guess… you want to be pushed into a feud with the Rock?"
"That'd be great!"
"I guess I win the bet," said Linda with a smug smile to her assistant.
"Bet? What bet?"
"Linda bet me that it would take you less than a week to ask to start booking some matches. I thought you'd wait until you'd settled in a bit more."
Kevin looked at both grinning women and let himself fall into the armchair next to Sabrina's. The chair groaned under his massive weight.
"Watch it," said Linda with a grin. "You break it, you buy it!"
"Sure thing boss. Now, Linda, I think you and I need to have a talk about our kid."
"Which one?"
"Our daughter. Are we sure we want to let her associate with wrestlers?"
"Kevin, she IS a wrestler."
"Doesn't matter. We need to put our foot down!"
"Hello?" sang Sabrina, "I am in the room!"
Vince walked in just in time to see Sabrina punch Kevin with her shoulder while Linda laughed at their antics.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.
"Nothing much," said Sabrina. "My dad is just being an ass."
"That's because your dad can't deny being true to his nature."
Sabrina grinned broadly and looked at Vince. She sobered quickly and turned around, looking at Linda helplessly.
"Vince," said his wife, "what can I do for you?"
"Actually, nothing. I was wondering if I could speak to Sabrina for a few moments."
"Sabrina?"
The young woman took a deep breath and turned to Vince, nodding. "Fine, let's go have this talk."
Sabrina followed Vince back to his office and sat down in front of his desk.
"I want to apologize for what I did to you. There are no words… there is no excuse. I acted like an animal…"
"You're telling me!"
"I'm sorry. But you don't care about how sorry I am, right?"
"It's not even that Vince, uh… Mr. McMahon… hell, I don't even know what to call you…"
"Vince is fine."
"All right Vince. First off, my relationship with Trish was never any of your business. She shouldn't have told you anything about it and you shouldn't have acted on it."
"But I saw you two together."
"So you're a Peeping Tom too? Precious."
"No… it was an accident. All right," he said, taking a deep breath, "I'm very sorry. When you came into Linda's life, we were both very unhappy in our marriage. And you made her feel better. You made her smile when I couldn't make her smile. That hurt like hell and I got jealous of it."
"It didn't give you the…"
"The right to hurt you? Nothing did. Even if the two of you were having an affair. Nothing can justify what I did. Hell, I'll be honest here. It's not your forgiveness I'm after. It's your understanding. You were close to Linda at a time when I didn't know how to be close to her. And I let my anger get the best of me. And you took the brunt of it."
"You finally working things out with your wife?"
"Yes. I'm making an effort."
"Bear in mind, the effort is not something that should happen once in a while. You should always make the effort."
"You know, the couple therapist we see says the same thing."
"My mom's a therapist. I picked up a few things."
Vince looked down at his desk and pulled out a small stack of papers stapled together.
"I had a look at some of your ideas for the shows."
"Yeah?"
"Last week, I put them away thinking I would die before using any of your ideas."
"But?"
"I realized you're good. You're damn good."
"Thanks."
"There's just a couple of things we could improve on. Do you have the time to go over them now?"
"Can I call Linda and let her know I'll be busy?"
"Sure."
Vince and Sabrina worked together for almost an hour. He could see why his wife was so impressed with this young woman. She was quick and her creative ideas were nothing short of spectacular.
"All right," he said with a grin when he heard her stomach rumble, "I think it's about time we called it quits for today."
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay. You're a healthy young woman. I understand Matt Hardy's in town. I'm sure he'd love to have lunch with you."
Sabrina stopped and stared at Vince. Then she started coughing so hard she almost choked. "How… did… you know?"
"I know my wrestlers. Matt blushes slightly whenever someone mentions your name."
"Does anyone else know?"
"I doubt it. Here's his phone number at his hotel," he said, sliding a small piece of paper across the desk to her.
"How come you have his number?"
"He works for me, doesn't he? Have fun Sabrina. And don't hurry back to work."
Sabrina took Matt's number and started walking out of the office. "Vince, you're making yourself decent in my eyes. I'd be careful if I were you."

Part 34:

"Hello?"
"Matt?"
"Sabrina?"
"Yeah."
"What's up? How did you get my number?"
"Vince gave it to me. We talked."
"And? How did it go?"
"He apologized. We're cool."
"Good."
"Listen, Vince pretty much told me to take an extended lunch break. With you. You're to feed me."
"Feed you?"
"Yeah. My stomach rumbled while we were in a meeting."
"I see. All right. I'll call room service and order us a picnic basket. We could go to a park or something."
"Bring a blanket. I'm wearing a nice dress."
"A dress, huh? That's promising," he chuckled.
"Only if you don't leave me hanging. See you in 30 minutes?"
"Sure."
Sabrina drove home and changed into a nice summery dress her mother had bought her for her birthday. It wasn't so much that she didn't like to wear dresses as much as she never had an opportunity to. But now, the thought of a picnic with Matt made her feel very girly and romantic.

"Hurry up," Matt urged the waiter. "She'll be here in two minutes!"
"Relax guy," casually replied the younger man, "you're taking her out for a picnic. You've got her already."
"I still want to impress her."
"You're Matt Hardy. You ain't got to impress her!"
"You watch wrestling?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Can you keep your mouth shut?"
"Sure."
"Sabrina McMahon's the girl I'm going out with."
"She's a hottie!"
"No kidding! Now do you understand why I want you to hurry?"
"Hurrying, man, hurrying."

Sabrina smoothed her dress over her legs and looked up, readjusting her sunglasses on top of her nose. She squinted through the dark lenses and saw Matt come out of the hotel, carrying a large wicker basket. She waved at him.
"Hi," she said with a grin.
"Hi. You're looking good."
"You're looking very nice yourself."
Sabrina drank in the sight of him in light blue jeans and a black tee-shirt, his hair in a ponytail. She moved closer to him and pecked his jaw.
"I was expecting a bit more," he sighed, laying a careful hand on her hip.
"You'll get more. Later."
"Later?"
"You're not the only one who can draw out anticipation. Get in."
Sabrina walked around the car and slid in next to Matt.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"This nice little place I know. Very quiet and cozy."
"Cool."
By the time Matt realized they were going to her place, he'd had the time to blush several shades of red.
"Here?" he croaked.
"It's very nice and cozy," she said, grabbing his hand. "I promise."
Once they got to her place, Matt fidgeted while Sabrina opened all the windows, letting the light and fresh air in. Then, she spread the blanket he'd brought out on the floor.
"Are you going to help me or not?" she asked, as she started to get the food out of the basket.
"Yeah, sure."
A few minutes later, Sabrina was lying on her side, her head propped up by her elbow, looking at Matt, who was desperately trying to look casual.
"Don't tell me I make you nervous?" she asked.
"What? No, of course not."
"Well, you've been uncomfortable ever since we got here. Do I make you nervous Mr. Hardy?"
"Truth or lie?"
"Truth. Most definitely truth."
"Yeah, you do."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm not used to you trying to seduce me like this. I thought we'd go out to a park, we'd feed each other, we'd talk, make sexual innuendoes, make out like animals. Then you'd tell me you have to go back to work and we'd set a date for tonight."
"Oh, I ruined your plans? Poor baby…"
"Don't tease… it's mean."
"But funny."
"Right, funny. All right," said Matt, taking a deep breath, "I can do this… seduce me Sabrina."
"Oh, you say seduce me and I just gotta? I don't think so. I think I'll make you sweat a bit first."
Sabrina grabbed a piece of fried chicken and bit into it ferociously, grease making her lips shine. Matt looked at those lips while she devoured the piece of chicken and his stomach almost turned in anticipation.
"Is this how you feel when I seduce you?" he asked. "Like my senses are sharper or something?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Heavy stuff."
"Very…" said Sabrina, licking her fingers clean.
"You're deliberately tempting me."
"Me? Of course I am."
"That's naughty."
"I never said I was a good girl."
Matt and Sabrina finished the rest of the meal in silence, their eyes meeting across the expanse of the blanket.
"I'll pack everything up," said Matt.
"Cool," whispered Sabrina, laying on her back on the blanket, letting the hem of the dress waft down her thighs while her breasts slightly bulged out from the top.
Matt willed himself to move and gathered everything and left the basket on the kitchen table. When he got back to the living room, Sabrina's eyes were closed and her fingers were tucked under her head, her hair fanned out on the blanket.
"What now?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Nap time. Come on, lie down beside me."
"Are you sure?"
"Please…"
Matt toed off his shoes and laid down next to Sabrina. He looked up at the ceiling and folded his arm under his head. His free hand, he dropped on his flat stomach. Sabrina slid over to him and pressed her body against his, twining the fingers of his free hand with hers.
"This is nice," she whispered, resting her head on his arm.
"Yeah."
"Will you hold me while I nap?"
"Sure."
Matt watched Sabrina as she dozed off to sleep, her breathing slowing down, her eyes slowly closing. He wrapped his arm around her and held her tight, slowly dozing off as well.

The ring of the phone woke them both, Sabrina first. She sat up and reached for her cell phone in her purse.
"Hello?" she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Sabrina?" asked Linda, "where are you? You went to lunch and never came back."
"What? Oh my God," whispered the young woman checking her watch, "I took a nap and I didn't realize… I'm so sorry Linda."
"It's all right," chuckled Linda. "You need to rest. You've been working hard. As a matter of fact, take tomorrow off too. Get a manicure, pedicure, treat yourself."
"I can't take a day off. I already took the afternoon off. I'll be in…"
"Don't bother coming in. I'll fire you on the spot! Enjoy tomorrow."
With a laugh, Linda hung up the phone and Sabrina ended her end of the conversation.
"What's wrong?" asked Matt, coming up on his knees. "You look like you're about to cry."
"Do you know what time it is? I overslept. I didn't go back to work like I was supposed to."
"Sabrina, it's all right. Just goes to show how tired you were."
"I'm not that tired. Linda must hate me right now. I feel so bad."
"Didn't she give you a day off?"
"Yeah, but…"
"But nothing. Sabrina… enjoy yourself. Stop being wound so tight. It's a day off, not a death sentence." Matt was on his knees in front of Sabrina and cupped her face. "We all need days off," he whispered, laying a series of butterfly-soft kisses on her jaw and cheeks, "and think about it, Jeff and Amy are on the road on their own for the next week. I have to stay here, tests on my shoulder and all. We can spend time together."
"That does sound good," she whispered, dropping kisses on his lips.
"And tomorrow, that could be a whole you and me kind of day."
"Yeah…"
Matt pulled Sabrina on top of him and laid down on the blanket, tucking her under him, his fingers going to the buttons at the front of her dress. His fingers stole into the gap of her dress as soon as he realized she had foregone wearing a bra and cupped her breast. It felt a bit strange, different from before. It was spread out on her chest, it felt softer. He skimmed his fingers over her body, enjoying the softness of her skin.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Playing," he replied, gently pushing aside the side of her dress to observe her body more carefully.
"Uh Matt?"
"Yeah," he said slowly, bending over her breast.
"I'm in no mood to play."
Taking him by surprise, Sabrina flipped Matt on his back and jerked his tee-shirt up his chest, licking the indent and going from his navel to his chest. She slid his tee-shirt off completely as she nipped the hard circle of his nipple. Matt's hand went to the back to Sabrina's head and he brought her mouth to his for a kiss. That exchange was so heated and passionate that their teeth clicked together and their tongues twined around each other's until they pulled away from each other.
Green eyes met brown eyes. Passion radiated from their bodies, thickening the air. Sabrina reached to the back of Matt's head, sliding the elastic band from his hair. In the meantime, he undid the buckle of his belt and lowered the zipper on his jeans, bringing his trembling fingers into very close proximity with the heated triangle of her soft cotton panties. Her eyes still locked with his, Sabrina reached into Matt's shorts and fondled the hard length she found there until he closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure. Matt's hips pressed into Sabrina's, into her hand and she bent her head, putting her teeth to the skin of his shoulder. She licked the skin she'd marred, making him purr like a cat.
Matt slid to his feet, pulling Sabrina up with him. She weaved on her feet, an unsure smile on her face. Then, her small smile turned into a grin as Matt slid his tight boxers and jeans down his legs. She looked down at his erection and licked her lips. That simple action turned Matt into a wild man as he picked her up in his arms and carried her to a wall, pressing her back against it. He placed one of her legs around his hips and prepared his entry with his fingers.
"You feel like warm honey," he whispered in her ear, cupping her breast with his free hand.
"If you say so."
"You on the pill?" he asked.
"Yeah. You… safe?"
"Yep."
Placing both hands on her hips, Matt slightly bent his knees and came into her in one smooth movement. Sabrina's eyes went impossibly wide as her body welcomed him into her. It felt strange, like no other man had ever made her feel. She felt so full of him all at once. And it felt so good. She felt him in places and in ways she'd never felt anything or anyone before. His second thrust had her kicking the back of his thighs with the leg he'd hooked over his hip. Her orgasm shocked them both.
"Are you okay?" Matt asked Sabrina, gently brushing her hair out of her face.
"Huh huh," she nodded, slowly coming too, "now I want more."
Matt let out a bark of laughter but quickly sobered as he started jerking out of Sabrina's sheath. She did her best to keep up with him but her orgasm had tired her out too much. She pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss and he shouted his orgasm into her mouth just as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

Later that night, Sabrina led Matt to her bedroom on shaky legs and pulled him down on the bed next to her, allowing him to wrap his arms around her.

Linda came down the stairs for a cup of herbal tea and saw a thin ray of light from Vince's den.
"You're still working?" she asked, opening the door and seeing her husband on the phone.
Vince waved his wife into the den and his attention went back to his phone call.
"All right, just tell him to call me as soon as he gets in… thank you."
"Who was that?" asked Linda.
"The Marriott in town. Where Matt Hardy is supposed to be staying."
"You're keeping tabs on him?"
"Well, let's just say I gave Sabrina his number earlier today and they were both unreachable."
"Matt Hardy and Sabrina? You set them up?"
"No. Most of the ground work was there. I just gently pushed them in the right direction."
"Vince!"
"What?"
"That was the sweetest thing you've done in a long time," said Linda with a smile as she came around the desk to kiss him. "You're turning back into a decent man Vince Kennedy McMahon."
"Sabrina said the same thing to me earlier today," said Vince, pulling his wife into his lap. "I got to admit. It feels damn good."

Part 35:

RAW, BEFORE THE OPENING CREDITS

Kevin Nash got out of his black limousine followed by his son and daughter. They were all carrying their heavy totes and talking. They were still walking into the arena when the Undertaker stepped in their way.
"I want the Big Show," he said, looking at Nash. "Just his big dumb ass, no McMahon Jr., no Benoît."
Kevin looked at his daughter who was checking her portable PC. She looked up at him and nodded.
"Done," said Kevin.
Without another word, Undertaker walked passed them. And on when the cozy family until they came upon the Hardyz and Lita.
"Val Venis and Prince Albert," said Matt looking at Kevin.
"And I want Stratus," added Lita.
Andrew and Kevin grinned and looked at Sabrina who was once more at her portable PC.
"I believe that can be arranged," said Sabrina, "and Lita?"
"Yeah?"
"Kick her ass."
On Sabrina's friendly words, RAW kicked off.

After the first match, which had Steven Richards RTC annihilating the Acolytes, the camera went back to the Family's dressing room.
"So what do you kids wanna be when you grow up?" asked Kevin.
"A CEO like Mom," grinned Sab.
"A wrestler like you," quipped Drew.
"Seriously. You guys show a lot of promise and you carry a lot of power here."
"What do you mean?"
"Well… first of all, let's get that damn camera out of here."
Kevin shoved the camera crew out of the dressing room and shoved the door shut.
"J.R., how the hell is that big lummox is going to pollute poor Sabrina's and Andrew's defenseless minds now?"
"I'm sure he's just going to give them some fatherly advice."
"Fatherly advice? This is Kevin Nash we're talking about. Now, Vince McMahon, that's a father figure. Look at the great job he did with Stephanie and Shane. They both turned into fine human beings."
J.R. turned to his partner and stared at him without saying another word. He shook his head at Lawler and resumed his commentary.
"King, I've just been told that HHH and Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley are coming out here right now."
HHH's music started out and out he came, his wife in tow. They'd barely made it down to the ring when the Family's music began. Sabrina, Kevin and Andrew appeared at the top of the ramp.
"New rules," said Sabrina, "the ring's for fighting, not talking. Steph, want us to have a go at it?"
"What?"
"You want your belt back?" asked Sabrina, moving her long jacket out of the way, showing off her championship belt.
"I… I… I'm not ready… I can't fight…"
"That's what I thought. What about you Hunter? You ready for a fight? My ring's for matches. You want to take one of us on?"
"Sure," said Hunter. "Do I get to pick?"
"Why not? I'm in a generous mood."
"Then you Sabrina. I'll take you on."
"You want to be the women's champion?"
"I'll fight for my wife by proxy."
"Cool. I love a challenge."
Sabrina made her way down to the ring with Andrew and Kevin in tow. In the meantime, Hunter got into the ring and stripped off his tee-shirt, getting ready to fight in his track pants. Sabrina handed her long jacket to her father and allowed her brother to assist her into the ring. While a referee made his way to the ring, the young woman stood in her corner, stretching, giving her opponent an eyeful of her flat stomach above her black hip hugger jeans.
Finally the bell rang and Sabrina boldly walked up to her opponent. They circled each other wearily and finally connected, twining their fingers behind each other's necks. But where Hunter was violently aggressive, Sabrina's strategy was completely different. Instead of fighting him off, she pressed her body against his until her legs were wrapped around his thick waist. Then her mouth connected with his and they engaged in the longest kiss in the history of the WWF.
So powerful a kiss as a matter of fact that Hunter slumped to the mat, Sabrina's legs still tight around his upper body, completely oblivious to Stephanie's screams outside the ring where Andrew was stopping her from interfering. Moving carefully with the sleekness of a cat, Sabrina pressed Hunter's shoulders to the mat while Kevin was encouraging the referee to count to three.
The second the ref hit the mat the third time, Sabrina jumped off Hunter's body and looked down at his semiconscious form.
"I win."
Andrew carelessly threw Stephanie in the waiting arms of Jerry The King Lawler and followed his sister and father up the ramp. While all this happened, HHH still lay on his back in the ring, his eyes closed.

AFTER THE COMMERCIAL BREAK

"You let her kiss you on TV Hunter!" Stephanie squealed at her husband, "and you enjoyed it, damn you!"
"Honey…"
"Don't call me honey! I had to watch her do that to you… it was awful."
"I'm so sorry… I don't know what came over me."
"She was all over you! Damn her! Now that Mom gave her power of attorney, she thinks she can rule all over us. I mean, who the hell is she anyhow? It's not like she's anybody important. She's a nobody! And she's got my belt Hunter! My belt! It's wrong. Hunter? Hunter?"
Stephanie looked back at her husband who was sitting on the couch, his eyes riveted on a magazine.
"Hunter!" she screeched. "Are you listening to me?"
"What?"
"Did you hear a word I just said?"
"Yeah… Sabrina's an awful person and so am I for letting her kiss me."
"Right. Now come with me. Let's go find Shane. Maybe together we can come up with some sort of a plan."
Hunter dropped the magazine and followed his wife out of the dressing room. The camera crew did stay however and got a shot of the magazine Hunter had been staring at. It was the latest edition of the RAW Magazine which happened to have a picture of Sabrina on the cover.

Part 36:

CHRIS THE CRIPPLER BENOÎT VS CHRIS Y2J JERICHO

It was a hard match with a lot of hard hits and a lot of history. Shane McMahon stood by the ring, cheering on his man and distracting the referee whenever he thought it was necessary. Suddenly, halfway through the match, Jericho's music started off again. Everyone stopped as they saw a lone figure, its arms spread à la Jericho standing in front of the WWF sign, blond hair in a fountain ponytail, wearing a shiny silver shirt and shiny black leather pants. In the ring, both Chrises stopped what they were doing to watch the new arrival. Finally, the figure turned around and Lawler almost had a coronary.
"It's Sabrina McMahon, dressed like a Y2J groupie! What is she doing here?"
With a strut that oozed confidence, Sabrina made her way to the ring, watching with frightening intensity the man whose outfit she'd just imitated. Finally, the action in the ring picked up again, this time Jericho getting sideline advice from the youngest, most powerful woman in the world of sports entertainment.
From across the ring, Shane and Sabrina hurled insults at each other but kept their distances. Finally, when Shane saw that Benoît was in a bad position, he climbed upon the apron to get the referee's attention away from the most accomplished technical wrestler in the WWF as he made an illegal move which effectively brought down Jericho. But Sabrina didn't remain idle while this was happening. She crawled into the ring and wrapped her hands around Benoît's head, dragging him to the ropes, almost strangling him with them.
When Shane saw Sabrina at work, he actually tried getting the referee's attention back to the match so he could call a DQ but it was too late. Jericho had time to recuperate and put the Crippler in the Walls of Jericho.
"Give it your all!" Sabrina shouted to him. "I'll take care of Shane!"
Just then, Shane started crawling into the ring but Sabrina was faster and she lunged after him, pulling on his ankles just as he was about to hit Y2J. She delivered a few roundhouse kicks to his upper body while Benoît tapped out.
"And the winner of this match, by means of the Walls of Jericho, Chris Jericho."
The winner slid out of the ring and Sabrina came to stand by him, shaking his hand and lifting it up in the air. There was a frightening smile on her lips as she walked up the ramp, her arm around Y2J's waist. Her days of mayhem were just beginning.

"So, what did you think?" Sabrina asked Kevin and Andrew in the privacy of their dressing room.
"I'm proud to say you did good, daughter," said Kevin, pulling the young woman into his lap. "You did a great job out there."
"Thanks. So big brother, what are you going to do?"
"I've got plans for a couple of matches," said Andrew, gently stroking his beard, "after, I'm the most important McMahon male. I got to make my voice heard."
"Oooh Daddy," said Sabrina, hugging Kevin, "I got a feeling this is going to be good."

THE HARDYZ VS VAL VENIS AND PRINCE ALBERT

"And now, introducing from Cameron, North Carolina, being accompanied to the ring by Lita, Matt and Jeff, the Hardy Boyz!"
With their distinctive music and trademark cargo pants, Matt, Jeff and Lita made their way to the ring, running to the ring and sliding in on their bellies, then jumping to their feet to do their smoking guns.
"And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Trish Stratus, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Val Venis and his partner from Boston, Massachusetts, Albert."
While both teams eyed each other warily in the ring, another theme song rang out in the arena.
"Whose music is that?" asked J.R. turning to Lawler, "we don't have anyone else scheduled to come out here!"
"You don't recognize that music J.R.? It's trouble!"

TEST, TEST, THIS IS A TEST!!!

And out he came, looking like a Norse god, all golden and wearing skintight black leather pants and a tight blue tee shirt that was a perfect match for his eyes.
"What is he doing here?" Lawler asked.
"No one knows King, except for that young man."
As he casually walked down the ramp, his hands in his pockets, Trish came up to him, standing in his way. Putting a heavy hand on top of her head, he walked around her to the announce table. He sat down next to Lawler and quickly put on a headset.
"Test, to what do we owe this honor?" asked J.R.
"Well, I always wondered what you guys do around here so I thought I'd give it a try."
"We work here," said King very defensively, "we don't need amateurs around!"
"What's the matter with you King?" asked J.R. "Be polite. Test, it's a pleasure to have you here."
"Thanks J.R."
"So how does it feel to be sitting there watching your new friends, the Hardyz and Lita get their asses kicked by your former friends, Trish, Albert and Val?"
"King, I think it's a bit early for any of us to count out Lita and her Boyz. I'm sure they'll all prove you quite wrong."
The match was a fast one with both teams landing great shots and taking a lot of hard hits. Finally, while Trish had the referee focused on her… impressive bosom, Val and Albert double-teamed Matt Hardy. And if it hadn't been for Jeff's missile drop kick on Albert and Lita's hurricanrama on Val, the match would have been over. Unfortunately, Val landed on top of Matt and the referee, at Trish's prompting, hurried to do the three-count.
With Matt still recovering from Val and Albert's offensive was rolling over on the mat, trying to get up, Jeff suffered the ill effects of Albert's massive slam. In the meantime, with Val holding on to Lita's arms, Trish went to town on the redhead, slapping her and finally getting Albert's belt.
"This is my cue, gentlemen! Thanks for the hospitality!"
Test rushed the ring and picked Albert up in his arms from the back, manhandling him out of the ring. Then, just as Trish was about to hit Lita, he grabbed the belt and pulled on it, making the blond topple off her high platform shoes. Then as Lita slunk out of the way, Test delivered a mighty boot to Val's face before using his favorite move, the pump handle slam, on his fellow Canadian.
While Val, Albert and Trish backpedaled on the ramp, the Hardyz, Lita and their new ally, Test, stood in the ring, fully aware that this was the beginning of a war.

AFTER THE COMMERCIAL BREAK

"Well, King, tonight we saw a lot of amazing things."
"Tell me about it J.R. We saw that Jezebel Sabrina use her womanly wiles on poor HHH to keep her championship belt and then, she helped that idiot Y2J secure a win over the best technical wrestler in the WWF, Chris Benoît."
"Not only that King, but we just saw Test side with the Hardy Boyz and Lita over his former partners."
"It's like the world's gone crazy, J.R."
"But during the commercial break, we saw something that proves that Shane McMahon is indeed his father's son."

DURING THE COMMERCIAL BREAK

The Undertaker was seen shining the chrome on his motorcycle when the Big Show appeared behind him delivering a few punches to the older man's face and finally choke slammed him to the hard concrete floor. Then, Shane, Chris Benoît, Edge and Christian pursued the attack until the Undertaker was left on the ground, nursing his wounds.

BACK TO THE COMMENTATORS' TABLE

"So what's going to happen now?" Lawler asked J.R. "It's clear that the Undertaker can't go up against the Big Show in his condition."
"And I'm sure that's exactly what Shane McMahon had in mind."
"Must you always think so poorly of Shane?"
"Yes."
Just then, the Big Show came out, with Shane and Chris Benoît, all of them strutting down to the ring with cocky grins on their faces. They made their way to the ring and Shane clicked his fingers for the microphone.
"All right, Undertaker, you wanted the Big Show, you've got him. Question is, can you take him?"
Just then, the Undertaker's music began and out he came, his arm around his bruised ribs, slightly limping. But he did not look like a man about to be deterred. Just as he'd reached the bottom of the ramp, the Family's music began and Sabrina, Andrew and Kevin appeared. They walked to the Undertaker who was warily keeping his eyes on the Family and on Shane's stable.
"Taker," said Kevin, "you and I have been in the business together for a long time, right?"
"Right."
"And Kane's your brother, your blood. And I know how important it is for you to avenge him. Hell, if anyone put a hand on Linda or the kids, I'd be after them until I know for sure they'd paid."
"That's exactly why I want to kick that big freak until he can't get up no more."
"So let me do it for you."
Undertaker looked up at Kevin and shook his head. "Tempting offer but it ain't happening. Kane's my brother and I got to look after him."
"Stop being an idiot about this! You can't fight tonight. I can."
"I owe no one."
"You'll owe me."
Undertaker looked from Kevin to the Big Show and turned to his old colleague.
"You think you can take him?"
"I know I can."
"You'd better."
Kevin slowly made his way into the ring while Andrew, Sabrina and the Undertaker looked on.
The match started rather quickly with Big Show going for a brutal attack. On the sidelines, Shane was cheering on his man, giving him instructions. On the other side, Andrew and Undertaker watched the match, their faces expressionless. As for Sabrina, she was nowhere near as composed. She was shouting encouragement to her father and if it hadn't been for the Undertaker's heavy hand on her shoulder, she would have pulled Kevin out of there quite a few times.
Wight went for his choke slam but Kevin swung his foot forward and got him right in the nuts. From that moment on, Kevin took his time to show the young giant that there was no way of defeating experience. In a powerful show of strength, Kevin used his customized slam on the young man, effectively putting an end to the match. As soon as the bell rang, Sabrina crawled into the ring to her father while the Undertaker and Andrew made sure Shane and Benoît kept their distance.
Kevin was lying in the ring almost insensate after having rolled off Paul Wight. Sabrina was so focused on trying to revive him that she didn't hear Edge and Christian until Edge pulled her to her feet by her hair.
"Let me go!"
"Not quite," said Christian, licking the side of her face. "And as cute as you are, please remember, this is business!"
Working together, like the magnificent tag team they were, Edge and Christian slammed Sabrina onto the mat before rushing to Shane and Chris's help.
Andrew slid into the ring to look after his sister and his father and when he looked up, there was murder in his eyes.

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