"A Millennium Surprise" (Parts 6 - 10)
Part 6: What�s the Plan, Man?
The Hotel Room � The Next Morning
D-Lo woke up from his sleep refreshed and ready for action. His walk last night took longer than expected, but it gave him time to formulate what he considered an expert plan. He felt that call of nature, got up and walked to the bathroom. Upon opening the door, he walked straight into Athena, who was asleep, still embracing the toilet bowl. �What the hell? Athena? Athena, wake up?� D-Lo grabbed her and shook her lightly�just enough to wake her up without startling her.
�Wha-? Wha-? Where the hell am I?,� she said rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Looking around, she realized she was in the bathroom of her their hotel room. �Oh shit�have I been here all night?�
�Yeah,� said Prince Albert, walking into the bathroom. �You told me to leave you alone when I tried to get you. What happened?�
�I-, I-, I wasn�t feeling well. That�s all. I must have fallen asleep. Sorry I scared you Albert. I just didn�t want to come out and have to run back here again.�
�Well, I hope you are feeling better because we need to discuss how to get the proof on Turner,� D-Lo stated as he rummaged through the closet packing his gym bag.
�I take it you�ve got a plan, D,� Athena remarked as she began putting her six sets of earrings in.
Watching her as she did this, D-Lo laughed. �Damn girl�twelve earrings, two eyebrow rings, a nose ring, tongue ring and a navel ring? Shit, you get anymore piercings and tatoos, you gonna look like Prince Albert.� Hearing that, Albert slugged D-Lo in the arm. �Hey, man�just kidding. There�s nothing wrong with the way she looks. Just not my style. I don�t want her leaking if I give her something to drink.� This time Athena slugged D-Lo.
�To each his own, D,� she said as she put her shoes on. She jokingly slapped her butt and blew a kiss to D-Lo. �You don�t know what you�re missing, Mr. Brown.� Albert laughed and said to himself, �a woman after my own heart.�
�Ha ha, Athena. Now come on you two, I need to tell you what I thought up.� Athena and Prince Albert sat down next to D-Lo and he began to tell of his plan. �Ok. We need to walk in to WCW headquarters as if it was just a normal day. In fact, plan on doing a full workout before we search for proof. In case Russo and/or Turner are there, we need them to see everything as normal. This afternoon, when we all have practice is when we will put my plan into motion. I know on Nitro tonight we don�t have any matches scheduled for us. But, we do have to tape scenes this afternoon that air tonight. Albert and Athena, I know you guys have to tape a scene where you get into a fight with Asya and the Wall. I end up getting attacked from behind in the dressing room by Konnan, that dumbass. Ugh, thank God we are trying to ruin this company�because there is no other way I would have anything to do with that birth defect. But, that�s beside the point. During these tapings, we all need to take the bumps a little harder than usual. I hate to say, injure yourselves, but we need to be hurt just enough to excuse ourselves into the therapy room during Nitro. It�s a perfect time, because Russo is always either on camera or with the other wrestlers watching the show and making last minute changes. If we are back at the headquarters, in the therapy room, the only people we have to contend with are some of the dumbass writers and a couple of half-asleep security guards. Once we are there, we will appear in the therapy room for a while, then one of us will stay in the room while the other two search for proof. Alternating teams will hopefully delay anyone from getting too suspicious too fast. My only concern is how to get into the locked rooms."
�Oh, hell, that�s easy D-Lo. Athena to the rescue.� She pulls out a small black case and threw it to D-Lo. �Never leave home without it.� D-Lo opens the case and reveals several small tools. �I am an expert lock pick.�
�And just how do you know how to do that?� He looked at her, shocked.
�Never mind that. Let�s just say it�s a skill I acquired along the way, and leave it at that.� She took the case back from D-Lo and put it back in her bag. �Now that we have the door problem solved�anything else?�
�Nope, I think that takes care of everything. Lets get down there and get our work out done and get ready to tape.�
Athena still had one question. �What about protection. I don�t feel comfortable going into this without backup.�
�What do you mean, backup. We can�t tell anyone,� Prince Albert interjected.
Athena nodded, then pulled her left pant leg up, revealing shiny chrome. She pulled the small gun out of boot and held it up. �This is what I meant.�
D-Lo freaked. �What the hell are you doing with that? If you are seen with that at WCW, you�ll be thrown out! We can�t have you thrown out. Leave that here.�
�I think she�s right, D-Lo. We need an equalizer.�
�No way, Albert. We can do this without using those. I don�t want to take any chances with this.� He began walking out the door of the hotel room. �I�m going to get the car. Please, leave that here, Athena.� When D-Lo left, Athena opened her suitcase and pulled out a .44 Magnum. Looking at the clip, she reached in to the bag and pulled out a few shells and filled the clip. Snapping the clip back into place, she handed the gun to Albert.
�I don�t care, Albert. I have this feeling we are going to need these. You with me?�
�Definitely.� With that they secured their pistols and walked out the door to D-Lo and the waiting car.
Part 7: Got Injuries?
Arena for Tonight�s Nitro
�Well ya know, Gene, I want the tag belts! I don�t care if I win them with D-Lo or with this bad-ass Athena. It just so happens that the Filthy Animals have the belts�so, I challenge them to a--.� Out of nowhere, Prince Albert and Athena were ambushed by Asya and the Wall. Asya clotheslined Athena to the ground while the Wall kneed Albert�s back and choked him. He picked Albert up and threw him into the tables full of bottled water and Gatorade, the force of the impact smashing it into pieces. Both Athena and Albert made sure they didn�t land quite as well as they normally would, so that they would slightly injure themselves, giving them their out from attending Monday Nitro.
Just then, the camera pans over to the commotion heading through the back hallway into the room where the four wrestlers were fighting. Konnan throws D-Lo into the mess of tables, Gatorade, and water bottles causing D-Lo to slip and fall on his shoulder. �Shit! My shoulder!,� D-Lo shouted. Konnan continues the �beating,� kicking D-Lo in his stomach and legs. Finally, after the cameraman�s signal, Konnan stopped and helped D-Lo up. As he was being pulled up, Russo walked up to D-Lo, Athena, and Albert.
Noticing all three were holding various parts of their bodies, Russo remarked, �What happened? Are you guys ok?� Strangely, Russo showed fear in his eyes as he waited for their response.
Albert spoke up first. �Vince, the falls were mistimed and didn�t have enough leeway to maneuver our bodies quick enough. I ended up landing on my hipbone and Athena on her shoulder.�
�When Konnan threw me, I slipped on all the Gatorade and landed on my shoulder, too.� D-Lo winced for added affect as he touched his slightly sore shoulder.
Russo, still with fear in his eyes, went ballistic. �Dammit! I can�t deal with this shit right now! Injuries are NOT a part of the plan!� Pacing frantically up and down the hallway, he knew he shouldn�t have said that. Making an about-face, he calmed down and looked at the three wrestlers. �I�m sorry�I�m just a little stressed. There have been rumors that people are not exactly happy with my creative booking style. But, I don�t need to burden you all with that.� Looking at all three wrestlers rubbing their injuries, he sighed and continued. �Look. Why don�t the three of you take the night off, since you weren�t going to be live tonight anyway. Go down to the headquarters, use the therapy room, and do a whirlpool soak for a while. No one should be there besides the night manager, so you should be able to use the room for at least the duration of Nitro.�
All three smiled, nodded their heads, and agreed. �Thanks Vince. We should be fine for Thunder�their probably just bruises anyway.� The three started to walk away when Vince stopped them.
�Just be careful and take it easy. Like I said, we have enough injuries as it is�I can�t afford the ratings to go down any further. The three of you are getting some of the only big pops lately. We need high visibility to build on this face heat.� The three shook Russo�s hand, and walked down the hall. Heading into the locker room to change, Athena sighed and smiled.
�Wow. I didn�t think that would work. I guess now, we start Mission: Impossible.�
Albert raised his hand and shouted, �Ooh, ooh! Can I be Tom Cruise?!� D-Lo and Athena looked at each other and burst out laughing.
�Honey,� she said laughing and rubbing Albert�s bald head, �you look more like Tom Arnold than Tom Cruise.� Pinching his cheek, a la grandma, she continued. �But I wouldn�t have it any other way.�
�Come on guys,� D-Lo said. �Let�s get out of our ring attire so we can go get food and get over to the headquarters. Once Nitro starts, we only have about 4 hours to get our proof.� With that, Athena went into the women�s locker room while D-Lo and Albert went into the men�s. In the men�s locker room, Albert sighed and plopped down on a chair, taking off his boots. �What�s wrong, Prince?�
�You promise not to say anything?,� Albert said with pleading eyes.
�Of course man, you�ve got my word.�
�Well�aw man, I feel retarded talking about this. Hell�I�ve got it bad, I mean real bad, for Athena. From the first time I saw her.�
�Duh, man. I�ve known that for three months. Every time she leaves the room, you look like a man who�s lost his reason for living. What the hell?�
�Its that obvious? Shit, do you think she knows?�
�I dunno, man. She doesn�t really talk that much, at least socially�if you haven�t noticed. She�s a little weird, in my opinion. I mean, she�s great�she just seems evasive. Like she doesn�t want any of us to know about her.�
�Fuck�what should I do. I want to know if she feels the same way. But, if I tell her, and she doesn�t�it is going to be fucking awkward. And we don�t need awkwardness right now�especially with this Turd Turner shit.�
�I wish I could tell you, man. But, I wouldn�t say anything until we�re done tonight. Our heads need to be clear and our minds ready to go. You agree?� D-Lo puts his jeans on and closes his locker.
Finished dressing, Albert agreed. �Yeah, I won�t say anything now. I�ll wait until this stuff is over. I don�t want to complicate things now.� Just then, Athena knocked on the locker room door.
�You guys ready yet? You guys take longer than us women�damn.� The two men came out from the locker room, smiling.
�Sorry, Athena. Just having some male-bonding conversation,� D-Lo said and laughed.
Intrigued, Athena asked, �Hmmm�about what?�
D-Lo and Prince Albert looked at each other and laughed. �Ohhhhh, nothing.� Athena shrugged her shoulders and walked off towards the car. The other two soon followed.
Part 8: 007 Ain�t Got Nuthin� On �The Real Deal.�
Two hours later, 8:00 p.m. � WCW Headquarters
D-Lo, Prince Albert, and Athena entered WCW Headquarters and immediately split up, checking to see who else was in the building. After about ten minutes, the three met at the door to the therapy room. Apparently, the place was deserted except for two security guards at the entrance and a janitor. Just in case anyone else was around, the three decided to act normally for the first half-hour, using the whirlpool therapy to loosen up their �injuries.� Sighing, D-Lo spoke, �Man�I wouldn�t mind staying here for the whole four hours. This feels good. But, in another twenty minutes, Athena, I want you to come with one of us to start gathering the proof. Did you bring the camera?�
Nodding, Athena replied, �Yep. I brought my extra pair of glasses.�
�Glasses? What do glasses have to do with whether you brought your camera?�
Rolling her eyes, Athena explained, �You don�t keep up with technology do you, Brown. Have you ever heard of Spyglasses?� D-Lo shook his head no. �Well, they look like normal prescription eyeglasses, but embedded in the frame is a mini video camera. Actually, it�s a mini digital camera, satellite-fed. That means that the pictures captured by my glasses is transmitted to a satellite and bounced back to the receiver attached to my laptop back at the hotel. The pictures are then saved both in the receiver and the laptop�s hard drive. Both can be accessed by a personal access code � that only I have. Using this technology, no one can tell that we are collecting any evidence. Even if they did suspect something, you can�t see the camera in my glasses, unless you were wearing them, and we would have no evidence on our person.�
With a look of �holy shit� on their faces, D-Lo and Prince Albert just stared at Athena, trying to digest all of what she told them. Finally registering, Albert spoke up. �Damn girl, where the hell did you get this stuff and how the hell do you know how to use it?�
�Like I said earlier about the lock-picking, it�s a skill I acquired along the way,� she said with a hint of defensiveness. �How much longer. I�m kind of getting anxious.� Little did Albert and D-Lo know, but Athena was more than a little anxious. All her senses were keyed up, poised and ready for action. She hadn�t felt this way in a long time�since the last time. No�she wouldn�t dwell on that again. �Now is not the time or place,� she told herself. �One of these days, I am going to come to terms with my past. Just not now.�
D-Lo looked at his watch and stated, �it�s time�let�s boogie. Prince, do you want me to go first, or do you want to go?�
Without hesitating, Prince Albert started to get out of the whirlpool. �I�ll go first. I know your shoulder hurts a little more than you let on. I saw how hard you hit after slipping on the spilt Gatorade. Let your shoulder loosen up, and if we need you, one of us will come and get you.�
�You sure man?� D-Lo asked. Albert and Athena nodded their heads and both got out of the whirlpool, ready to dry off and change. �Thanks you two�my shoulder does kind of hurt a bit. But, if there is any sign of trouble�get out of there and get me. I mean it.�
In unison, both replied, �we will.� The two left to change and in a couple of minutes came back, ready to go. Athena took out her contacts and proceeded to grab the Spyglasses out of her duffel bag. Putting them on, she joked, �how do I look?�
Surprised at how she looked with glasses, D-Lo laughed, �you look different. Kind of like a tattooed, pierced, freakish businesswoman.�
�Hey!� Athena replied, smacking D-Lo on the back of the head. �That�s stylish tattooed, pierced, freakish businesswoman to you, Mr. Brown.� Laughing, she adjusted the Spyglasses settings via the remote control in her bag. �Ok. Everything is in focus. I think we�re ready.� Looking in her bag, she remembered the other items she had. �Oh yeah, I forgot to give you both these.� Removing her hand from the duffel bag, she removed three watches. Athena handed one to D-Lo, one to Prince Albert, and proceeded to put the third one on her own wrist. �I know it seems a little Dick Tracy, but they work. These are communicator watches. Basically a waterproof, smash-resistant, combination walkie-talkie and wristwatch.� Seeing the looks of astonishment on their faces, Athena nervously laughed. �I know it seems weird, but I�ll tell you about it someday soon.�
Once Albert put the communicator watch on and Athena grabbed her lock picking kit, the two of them headed out the door to find �the room.� Athena looked back at D-Lo and said, �Ok, Mr. Brown. Give us one hour. If you have not heard from us via the watch or we have not come back, call the police�then call McMahon.�
�Ok. Just be careful,� D-Lo replied.
�We will,� Albert stated. �Wish us luck.�
�Good luck.� With that, Athena and Albert headed out the door, wondering just what awaited them when they found �the room� again.
Part 9: You Ought to Be in Pictures
8:45 p.m. � WCW Headquarters
Athena and Prince Albert stood in the hallway next to the receptionist�s desk at the front of WCW Headquarters. Trying to remember what part of the building they ended up at when they had followed Russo and Turner. �Ok�when we saw them, we had just walked into the building. That means they went down this hallway.� As they walked, Athena continued. �We took a left here, and followed straight down again.� They continued walking down the corridor, coming to the end. �Alright. I remember them turning right, down this hallway.� The two continued to walk, quickly reaching the end of the hallway, face to face with a door. �I think this is it. We�re at a dead end. Well, Princey�no turning back now.�
Albert started to reach for the doorknob, to see if it would turn on its own, but suddenly stopped. �SHIT! Why are we doing this tonight? Won�t everyone be at Nitro?� Pointing at the door, Albert continued. �There isn�t going to be anyone in there.�
Undaunted, Athena grabbed her lock-picking kit and got to work. �Calm down, Prince. Remember last week? Both Scott Hall and Savage were supposedly injured during their �Slip on a Slim Jim� match? Dumbasses weren�t watching what they were doing and actually slipped on some Slim Jims and injured their backs. Apparently, their bodies may not be the same�but their brains sure are. In addition, Sting has only been making guest appearances for the last three weeks. There is a good chance, then, that three of these �things� could be in that room right now.� Glancing at her watch, Athena cursed. �Fuck. We have 45 minutes before we have to contact D-Lo. Let�s go.�
Thirty seconds later, Athena�s quick hands had the door unlocked and ready to open. Prince Albert reached behind his back and pulled the .44 magnum out from his waistband. With the gun ready to fire, Albert motioned to Athena. �Open the door�I�ll go in first.� Athena, ready with her pistol, wrapped her hand around the doorknob, turned, and pushed it open. Albert ran in through the doorway, stopped, raised the gun and looked around the room. Right behind him, Athena did the same. As luck would have it, there were people in the room�just no one human. However, what was in the room was a sight to behold. Just as they had seen when they followed Turner and Russo, WCW wrestlers were hooked up to machines.
�Jesus, Mary and Joseph�I wasn�t imagining it! Its true�I can�t believe this!� Briefly, Athena looked as if she was going to faint, but quickly gained her composure. �This is unbelievable.� The �bodies� of Scott Hall, Randy Savage, Hulk Hogan, and Sting were hooked up to machines complete with long probes inserted into the backs of their heads.
�This looks like something from the fucking Matrix!,� Albert commented nervously. Walking up to one of the bodies, Albert touched it. �Shit. It feels just like normal, human skin. This is incredible.� Looking behind him, he didn�t see Athena. �Yo, Athena. Athena?�
�Back here,� she shouted. Albert walked to the end of the room and turned left. Here he saw Athena picking the lock of one of the many cabinet drawers in the room. �Maybe there are letters or something.� Albert proceeded to walk back over to the bodies.
Touching them again, Albert sighed. �Damn. This is fucked up. These guys, man, they were good guys. Even Hogan. I remember looking up to him for years. He was the man. Now he�s not even a man at all.� Continuing his inspection of the bodies, Albert came across what looked to be some sort of hinge. Tracing the lines with his finger, Albert was able to discover a small divot�where a small instrument could be inserted. �Athena! Come over here, quick!�
Running to where Albert was, Athena replied, �What do you want? Did you find something?�
�Yeah. Let me see your thinnest lock pick.� Athena handed him the instrument and proceeded to insert it into the small divot in Scott Hall�s left calf. Lifting gently, then with a little more force, a small panel opened up. �Holy shit!,� Albert shouted. Upon the panel opening, the two wrestlers saw thousands of wires running out from a palm sized circuit board, connected to a transmitter.
�Oh my god�they�re fucking mechanical!� Not believing their eyes, they looked at Hogan, Savage, and Sting and proceeded to find panels all over their bodies as well. �Vince is going to freak about this. But, in order for him to freak�we need some freaking proof.� As Albert continued looking around, Athena set about taking Spyglasses pictures of the room, the bodies, and anything else that looked important. As she was finishing, Albert found a notepad.
�Hey, check this out. I think we found something really good.� The notepad consisted of a list of names. On that list were all the main eventers, other WCW wrestlers, and even some top prospects from other federations, including the WWF. �Son-of-a bitch! There�s about 25 people on this list. And look, all the ones we saw a couple of days ago, their names are crossed out.� The names of Goldberg, Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Jeff Jarrett, Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bret Hart, Sid Vicious, Sting, or Lex Luger all had slash marks through it.
�This has to be the list of people Turner wants,� Athena said, taking a picture of the list. �But what I don�t understand is why the people he has on his list of WWF prospects consist of people he�ll never get.� On the list were Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Chyna, Kane, The Undertaker, and former WCW-ers Chris Jericho and The Big Show. �Vince is going to do more than pop a vessel over this one. He�s likely to skin Turner alive�not that I�d mind, of course.�
Just as they were about to do more searching, two voices came from outside the room. �Hurry up, man. Russo told us that Hall and Sting have to be tested by the end of the night. They gotta be used for Thunder�some run-ins or something. If we don�t get this done, Turner�s gonna kill us.�
�Shit! Hide,� Albert whispered. Athena threw the list back in the drawer and shut it. Running to the end of the room, the two found a lab closet and hid just as the door was unlocked and opened.
�Let�s get this done. I�m tired.� The two men, walked over to where Scott Hall�s body was. �What th--? Why is this panel open? Fuck�somebody�s been here.�
Part 10: Don�t Awaken the Sleeping Giant
9:15pm � WCW Headquarters: The Secret Room
�Go look over by the cabinets. I�ll check the lab closets.� One of the two identical men walked over by the lab closets, and stopped. Athena and Albert stood frozen in the third lab closet, fully realizing that taking even one breath could lead them to being discovered.
�Ron! Get over here now!,� Don Harris shouted. �It looks like someone has been rummaging around in the drawers. What do you think?� Ron walked away from the lab closets and over to where his twin brother stood. He looked into the drawers.
�Hell, Don, I don�t know. Remember, Russo and Turner were in here earlier today. They might have looked over the list or something. Maybe they were checking over the �guys� and accidentally left a panel open.�
�Well�just leave everything the way it is. I�m not changing shit�let Russo deal with it. All we�re supposed to do right now is make sure Nash and Sting are ready for Thunder. We fixed the dents in the metal yesterday, now, we just have to make sure the circuits are in line. It�ll be our heads if anything is screwed up.�
�Yeah, I know. Come on, we gotta get this done now. They�ll be back in a while.� Don and Ron went about their business, setting and repairing the wires inside the replacement Nash and Sting. Meanwhile, Athena and Albert were trapped like rats.
Taking a chance, Athena whispered to Albert, �I can�t believe this. We have fifteen minutes before we�re supposed to contact D-Lo. Who knows how long we�ll be trapped in here? Shit.�
Feeling Athena tense up, Albert, as a comforting gesture, placed his hand on her shoulder. �I know�I just hope D-Lo waits a few minutes longer. If our phone rings, or he comes barging in the lab, we�re all fucked. I can�t believe it either, ya know. Who�d a thought that DOA would be working with Turner and Russo? Ya think you know people, jeez. I wonder why they�re doing it?�
As if they heard Albert�s question, the Harris brothers started talking again. �All this shit better be worth it, Don. We had better get what we want. Fucking Turner promised us $5 million a piece for helping them. But, more than that, he promised us that we�d be part of the process of taking McMahon out. That rat bastard�how many times did he promise us a push for the tag titles? The piece of shit kept leading us on�that fuck. That asshole kept us off TV for so long that the fans didn�t know who the hell we were anymore. I want his fucking head on a platter, that dick!�
�Ron! Calm your ass down, man. We�ll get our chance. Just think, after New Year�s Eve, we�ll get everything we want and more. Who knows, maybe Turner will let us lead the FBI or the CIA when he gets through with his plan. Can you see that, Ron? HAHA!�
�Do you think that Turner will actually succeed? I know he�s powerful, but enough to take over the country? Come on, that�s ridiculous. His ass will be blown faster than you can say Secret Service!�
�We�ll just have to see. Either way, it�s all good. I wouldn�t mind seeing Turner die either. He�s a dick too.�
�Don�t let him hear you say that, man. All right�almost done.� The two men put the finishing touches on Sting and prepared to leave. Athena and Albert, still in the lab closet, awaited their departure.
�Put on your ski mask. I know it sounds cheesy, but just do it, Albert!� They both put on their masks, careful not to make a sound. Albert looked over and found Athena scratching her face through the mask. �Fuck! This thing itches. A-,a-,ahhh-choo!!� Athena sneezed loudly, causing the Harris brothers to turn around.
�What the fuck was that! Some one is in here! SHIT!� The two each pulled a handgun out from their waistbands and ran over to the lab closet.
�Albert, on 3 kick the closet door open and get the fuck out!� Athena demanded. Albert nodded, pulled out his .44 Magnum and awaited her count. �1�2�3!� Albert�s left leg kicked out the closet door, smashing into the Harris brothers. Both Albert and Athena jumped out of the closet and ran towards the exit. Don and Ron, threw the door off them, jumped to their feet, and aimed their guns toward the two dark-clothed masked figures.
"Stop, or you�re both dead!� Don shouted.
�Just go! Run and I�ll cover you, go go go!� Athena shouted to Albert. While in the closet, Athena had slipped her Spyglasses into Albert�s jacket, knowing this might happen. She wanted him to get out and fast.
�I can�t leave you!� Albert screamed.
�I can take care of it, just go!� She pushed Albert through the door, kicked it shut, and ducked behind a lab table. Using the voice-disguising device she wore under her clothes, the screamed at the Harris brothers, �I�m a expert marksman, boys. Don�t think I can�t take the both of you on.� She pulled her silencer out of her pocket, and screwed it on to the barrel of her Magnum. �Come on Don and Ron�give me a shot.�
�Who the fuck is that! How do they know us?� Looking over at the lab table, all they could see is black and the barrel of Athena�s gun peering over the top. Trying to find a better aim, Don runs and rolls over behind the replacement Kevin Nash. �I can see you, whoever you are. Don�t think you can get away!� All of the sudden, a bullet whizzes past Don�s head, puncturing the cabinet three inches away from his left ear. �FUCK! A silencer!�
�Yes, a silencer�you catch on quick. Like I said, I�m an expert�I don�t miss, unless on purpose.�
�Fine then. Why don�t you stop this!� Don reached toward the control panel and pressed the �online� button for Kevin Nash. Disconnecting the charging mechanism, Don entered his pass code in the computer, allowing for Nash to recognize Don�s voice. �Nash! Attack behind the table!� With that, the fake Nash rose from the chair and stalked toward the lab table.
Trying not to panic, Athena aimed her gun at Nash�s head. �This has to work�he still has a human brain. Let me just get a shot.� Unfortunately, Athena didn�t have time to fire, as Nash grabbed her gun and threw it across the room. Before Nash could grab her, Athena rolled away and jumped to her feet. As Nash turned around to find her, he found a boot to the back of his head. As Ron and Don tried to run over to them to capture Athena, she gave another superkick to Nash, sending him flying into the Harris brothers. As the three scrambled to get up, Athena sprinted toward the door, opened it, and ran as fast as she could toward the WCW Headquarters exit, not giving a thought to anything. All she wanted to do was get out of there�away from Don, Ron, and the fake Kevin Nash.
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