In a time of ancient gods, warlords, and kings, a land in turmoil cried out for a hero. She was Chyna, a mighty princess forged in the heat of low blows. The power, the passion, the danger…her courage will change the world.

So, the evil spawn of Tori and X-Pac intends to go on a rampage and destroy the world, overthrow HBK and generally be a little asshole. Chyna must stop this evil little bastard before it’s too late…at least she gets the chance to kill HHH again.

Syxx sniggered as he opened the doors to the Parthenon on Mt. Sexy Boy, where HBK and Tori sat on their thrones. HBK leapt from his seat and looked at this small, leather clad intruder curiously.

“Hey…aren’t you that pathetic little dude from the D-Generate kingdom?!” He demanded. “Get the hell out!”

“No.” Syxx growled. “I am NOT X-Pac dammit! Stop calling me that! Gentlemen…it looks like you will have to prove to him just whom he is dealing with.” And through the door stepped Taker and HHH! Shawn’s jaw dropped in horror and he prepared a fireball to blast the three of them, but Tori leapt to her feet and belted him across the head with a vase. Shawn staggered forward and fell in a crumpled heap on the floor; Tori smirked and welcomed the unwanted visitors in. HHH grinned and sauntered in, in his everyday grovelly manner, Syxx attempted his demonic walk, but Taker stomped angrily all the way up to the Queen of the Gods. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she took a small step back.

“This is the son of my brother?!” He spat, pointed at Syxx. “This…this pathetic thing?! Deceitful wench!”

“Oh, Taker…” Tori muttered. “X-Pac is quite sexy. I couldn’t HELP it. He was there, he was lost, we were only a couple of paces away from an inn…what did you expect? The child is pure evil, don’t worry…”

“I never doubted it’s evil quality…but its body leaves a lot to be desired…”

“I am not an IT.” Syxx interrupted viciously. “Do not talk about me in such a manner…EVER. I am going to be the one to overthrow HBK. I will steal his immortality for myself, kill Shawn and…and give the rule to you, Taker.” He shot a glare at Hunter to remind him of his true scheme, and more importantly, keep his mouth shut. HHH grinned knowingly and nodded.

“And what do you intend to do about Chyna, Syxx?” Taker growled, stepping over Shawn’s prone frame and taking his regal seat on the King of the God’s throne. “She will no doubt try and stop me, AGAIN. She is really beginning to get on my nerves…”

“Chyna?!” And Syxx let out a small giggle. “She is your number one threat?! Oh Taker…she is NOTHING. I beat her so easily it wasn’t even funny. No one can stand in our way Undertaker, everything is there for the taking.”

“Yeah!” Hunter added, sticking his fist in the air. “Chyna is just a stupid jacked up bitch! No way she can take on all of us!” Syxx crossed his arms and looked rather confident, HHH and Tori clapped, and Taker shook his head.

“You don’t know just whom you’re dealing with.” He muttered. “The Warrior Princess is not to be underestimated…”

“Dribble.” Syxx sighed. “She will fall just like everyone else…Tori, fetch me a cold beverage!”

“WHAM!’ With a forceful boot, the door of the High Council chambers flew from its hinges and slammed onto the ground. Vince looked up from his cup of tea in dismay as Chyna stomped through the wreckage, Kitty and Road Dogg following meekly. Vince stood up, took a second to adjust his rabbit skin loin cloth, and glared at the Warrior Princess crossly.

“I’m glad you chose the traditional way of coming through the door…” Vince muttered. “But next time, OPEN it first. What do you want?!”

“What do I want?” Chyna growled. “You don’t know? What are you doing about this evil spawn of Tori?!”

“What are you talking about?” Vince demanded. “I would KNOW if there was some evil spawn thingie running around, wouldn’t I?” The rest of the council was now on their feet, Patterson, Brisco and the Mean Street Posse. Rodney smirked and nudged his fatter and uglier brother Pete, Vince crossed his arms and Joey pointed to the door.

“You wanna do this the hard way, don’t you?” Chyna spat. Vince swaggered up to her, and with a superior smile, shoved her roughly. It was the wrong thing to do…

Chyna screamed her war cry and sent her fist hurtling into Vince’s face. He grasped the area in shock as Chyna grabbed him, lifted him over her head and then flung him; he flew for a few seconds then slammed into the wall. The Posse leapt to their feet and charged the Warrior Princess all at once, but Kitty had taken possession of a nearby broom and deflected Joey Abs with a mighty swing. Road Dogg bounded into the fray and tackled Rodney to the ground. They rolled around on the grimy floor, throwing punches and slamming into tables. Chyna muttered a curse and hit Pete Gas with a hell bent elbow, then turned and headbutted Vince in the nose. Vince screamed and tried to run, but the nasty Warrior Woman grabbed his ankle as he fled and sent him crashing to the ground once more; still he continued his escape as he crawled towards the safety of a closet, Chyna still very much attached. Rodney came flying across the room; she ducked him and then rolled from the path of Road Dogg as he gave chase. Vince was sobbing now and franticly wiggling his leg in an attempt to dislodge the fierce woman, but it was futile. Chyna sent her hand flying towards his backside and took a handful of his loincloth; she pulled…Vince struggled, his ass was exposed…

“Ewwww!” Kitty screeched as she beat Joey on the ground with her broom. Road Dogg gave Rodney a final kick to the stomach and rushed to help Chyna, but Patterson and Brisco had now got to their feet; They flung their coffee, smacking Road Dogg fair in the back of the head. The ceramic mugs shattered and the scalding hot liquid came into contact with the skin; Road Dogg yelped and fell over in a pathetic heap. Chyna flipped across the room landed on a table, and clunked the old dude’s heads together… Suddenly, the door was flung open, and a light shone in through the badly smashed room. And through that light stepped a mighty warrior…

“Do you smell what the Rock is cookin?” This handsome warrior demanded, before striding into the carnage and knocking Vince out with the hilt of his sword. And as quickly as the battle had began, it was over. Chyna walked over to the warrior.

“What is your name?” He demanded. Chyna opened her mouth to speak…

“Chy…”

“It doesn’t matter what your name is!” The Rock shouted gleefully. Chyna looked slightly perplexed.

“Ooh, have you come to aid us?” Kitty asked as she tried to drag the Road Dogg up. The Rock raised his wonderful eyebrow.

“The Rock hasn’t come to aid you, the Rock has come to stop this roody poo evil spawn.”

“But that’s what we are doing.” Sighed Kitty.

“Oh…in that case, the Rock’s gonna help you.”

Vince struggled on the floor, pulling on the chains Chyna had used to restrain him, his lip starting to quiver. Chyna, rather disgusted by the disturbing behavior of the barbarian, strode over to a rather incapacitated Pete Gas dangling from metal restraints on the wall; Chyna cupped his chin in her palm and glared at him.

“Wha…what are you going to do?” Rodney sobbed from where he had been thrown, a nearby corner. Chyna turned and flashed a smile before gesturing Road Dogg. He nodded, left the room and returned with a large, steaming vat…of cow manure. Vince’s eyes opened wide and he struggled all the more but it was in vain…Chyna dragged him up by the hair and marched him forcefully towards the pot o crap.

“Now the Rock says, that is a lot of roody poo!” Rocky commented on the situation as Chyna wrenched Vince’s gag off and slowly began to push him towards the vat, his arms flailing like a girl.

“Are you gonna pledge your army to me?” Chyna muttered, watching as Vince’s nose got closer and closer to her torture. Vince nodded his head franticly and began to sob, his arms wavering about trying to grasp onto something, anything that could aid his purpose.

“Yes…yes…anything! My army is yours, yours, yours!!!! Lemme GO!”

“Thank you…” Chyna muttered, dropping him flat on his face in the dirt, then turning tail and heading out of the room. Road Dogg turned and looked at the carnage the room had been left in then scurried out the door with Kitty. Rocky raised his eyebrow and swaggered out of the room singing a little tune…

“Rock feels so lonely…he’s found a new place to dwell…”

Taker sat on the throne grinning at the pathetic squealing that was coming from the opposite room, Hunter must have been having a hell of a time torturing Shawn. Now slowly, all the pieces were falling into place. Tori was so easily convinced, Hunter was his to manipulate again, Syxx may be the son of a ninny but still was quite an evil little bastard and HBK was totally fucked. One more part, one more card to play…bringing his younger brother back into the equation…although this could present a little problem as Kane really seemed to have it in for him, although he would have thought he would have got over their little squabble by now. For the love of evil, he’s only given him a few little scars!

“Syxx!” Taker growled. Syxx walked semi demonically into the room and gave a small bow, Undertaker groaned and gestured for him to get off the ground as his groveling was making him sick. “You will return to earth and…convince my brother that his ass should be here and not down there.” Syxx smiled and then burst into hysterical laughter, slapping his thigh and leaning against the wall. Taker’s eyes narrowed as he watched Syxx try to control his giggling.

“What is so funny?” Taker snapped. Syxx eventually managed to gain enough composure to answer;

“Kane…of ALL the people you could think of and you pick him?! Ha ha ha ahh ha aah ha ha!” Syxx looked at the Undertaker straight forwardly. “He is useless I tell you…useless. I kicked his ass all over the D-Generate Kingdom and what did he do…well, he chokeslammed me through a table but come on, what a pathetic move! Why don’t you consider some one like Viscera!”

“Now listen here you little fucker, you will get your demonic ass down to earth right now, pose as X-Pac, your father and convince Kane his place by my side…get it?!”

Syxx scowled but obeyed; “As you wish.”

And vanished. Taker felt the sudden urge to roll his eyes back in his head for the sake of effect, which he did, accompanied by a small session of evil cackling.

“MUH HA HA HA HA HA!”