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 battle. The power, the passion, the danger…her courage will change the world!

A year has past, and all is well. Chyna has been busy tracking Jericho in a far province, but she got jack tired of that, and returned back to Greece with her sidekick, Miss Kitty. All seems well; Taker continues to be dead, Tori hasn’t reared her ugly head, no wars; Chyna can rest easy for a while…nah, something’s gotta happen.

Chyna sat in the tavern with her sidekick, drinking ale and doing nothing. It had been a while since they had graced the Kingdom of Ass’ well known and best bar, the place where all the trouble really had begun. She had come here with Hunter just over a year ago in an effort to discover who her long lost brother was from the ass Jeff Jarrett, and instead found herself in deep shit when the Taker got nasty. Never mind, Kane killed him, she took over the Kingdom by beating the crap out of Billy Gunn, when who should show up…the Taker, to ruin all her happy little plans. HHH betrayed her (even though he turned out to be her long lost sibling.) and sided with Undertaker (Who also turned out to be another long lost sibling) to kill her and any one else who got in their way, including Kane (Another sibling of the Warrior Princess; Mom was a whore). She killed them both, and enjoyed it immensely.

“Chyna?” Kitty’s voice broke her concentration. She turned and looked at her sidekick.

“Yeah?”

“There seems to be a small kerfuffle outside, Princess.” Kitty said, nervously pointing outside. Chyna groaned and rose to her feet, easily shoving D’Lo out of the way and striding towards the commotion outside. There stood the last person she wanted to see; Mr. Ass, and a small pack of his soldiers, whom he was screaming to. He noticed Chyna and looked quite shocked, seeming she died a year ago and all. But that didn’t really matter anymore, and with leaping steps he bounded towards the fierce Warrior Woman, waving his sword and sobbing. He fell at her feet.

“Chyna! He’s…he’s HERE!” He wailed a little more. “He’ll kill us all, we’ve got to run!”

She sighed and shoved his head into the earth, then stepped over his flailing body. She looked at the panic in his eyes as he quickly scrambled to his feet and started towards his horse.

“Whom, may I ask, is this big threat?” Chyna sighed flatly. Billy’s lower lip trembled slightly; he pointed. Chyna looked; and she laughed.

For, from the hills came a familiar, scrawny frame, long tangled black hair, short and somewhat spindely in his manner. She rolled her eyes and looked at Mr. Ass.

“That’s X-Pac.” She said with a slight smile. “What is he gonna do, bore you to death?”

“No…no, you don’t understand!” Billy screeched, frantically struggling atop his steed. “Run Chyna, while you still have the use of your legs! AWAY!” And he and his men galloped away as fast as they could.

Kitty looked at Chyna oddly; “What was all that about?”

“I have absolutely no idea.” She said absent mindedly, peering at X-Pac in the horizon. He certainly looked like her small weedy friend, apart from the fact he was dressed completely in black leather, and was walking in a way she’d expect the Undertaker to, which looked ridiculous. She waved her arm at him, and she noticeably saw his eyes narrow. He started to run at her, faster than she’d seen anyone run before; and he pulled out his sword.

“Uh, Chyna…” Kitty said as he got closer and closer. “Chyna…Chyna…CHYNA!” The Warrior Princess was extremely perplexed by this, but did not pull out her weapon. Kitty fled into the tavern; Steve Austin staggered from the door with D’Lo, Val Venis and Hawk poked their heads from the window and a small group of hos gathered behind the men to watch the outcome of this confrontation. X-Pac screamed a war cry and charged Chyna; she flipped from his path, his sword just grazing her arm. She turned in shock, as he grinned evilly at her and readied the weapon for another blow.

“Is this another one of your little ‘I’m tough enough to hang with the big league’ trips?!” Chyna demanded angrily. “Coz I’d stop it now, or you’ll be the one who ends up seriously dead.”

“Try me Princess.” He hissed, slashing the sword at her viciously. Chyna pulled out her blade and looked at him strangely as their swords clashed. He sliced at her, become extremely agitated, almost hysterical. Fortunately, he didn’t see Kitty sneaking up from behind with the shovel…with a large “KA-DOONK!” sound, Kitty sent the metal part of the tool slamming into the back of his skull. He turned and glared; Kitty took a step back in horror as he shot out his arm and lifted her by the throat. Kitty shrieked and struggled in vain…Chyna took a run up and smashed him with a low blow; she grasped her fist in agony. X-Pac threw Kitty from him and turned on Chyna, then slowly pulled the cup from his tight leather trousers. With a smirk, he spinning heel kicked Chyna to the ground…then walked away.

“Wow!” Austin cried as he ran towards Chyna, beer in hand. “He’s one tough little son of a bitch, that’s for damn sure.” He took a swig. Chyna groaned and pulled herself up.

“What the hell was that?!” Chyna muttered looking at her throbbing fist, then at Kitty laid out on the ground. “That’s not the X-Pac I know. He’s a pathetic little nothing. He’s a determined pathetic little nothing, I’ll give him that…but still a NOTHING.”

“Let’s kill the little bastard!” Austin cried, raising his beer mug enthusiastically. The crowd cheered and pulled out their various weapons. “Nothing is as sweet as a lynch mob in the morning.”

“Get out of my way pot head.” Chyna muttered, forcefully shoving Steve to the ground, then yanking her sidekick up from where she lay. “I, and I alone, will deal with X-Pac. You stay here and guard the tavern in case he doubles back.”

“Aw, Chynaaaa….” Steve whined. “Won’t you let us at least chop off a limb?”

“NO.”

And so, Chyna and Kitty rode on to the D-Generate Kingdom, to find the entire land in disrepair, and most notably, Road Dogg crucified to his own palace walls. Kitty winced as Chyna threw her Chakram at the Dogg’s restraints; he tumbled from the cross and landed flat on his face.

“Oooh, Chyna…Chyna!” Road Dogg groaned, rolling around on the ground and trying to grab her leg for support. “Save us…SAVE US!!!! WAAAAAA!”

“You noticing a pattern here, Kitty?” Chyna muttered, hauling Jesse Jammes up to his feet. “Ok, badd ass X-Pac got nasty, huh?”

“X-Pac?!” Road Dogg spat. “No…you don’t understand. It’s the child!”

“WHAT child?!” Chyna hissed. “You mean…”

“Yes…Tori’s evil offspring. He grew to his full size within a year, and what’s worse, is X-Pac’s exact twin. He ran off a week ago, and all hell’s broken loose. I’ve been hanging there for two damn days!” Road Dogg paused, then slumped against the wall. “He’s conquered the Kingdom of Ass, and mine as well. It’s only a matter of time before he takes the High Council. The thing is a monster!”

“So where is the real X-Pac then?” Chyna asked. Road Dogg looked slightly vague.

“I…dunno. I know Syxx and Kane had a huge punch on before he ran off, they truly did NOT get along. I don’t know what happened after that. X-Pac chased him, he came back two days ago and crucified me, beat the living hell out of Kane, but X-Pac didn’t come back. Kane went to get help when that happened, and he hasn’t come back, either. They both just left me to DIE!” And he let out a pathetic little sniffle.

“Ok, so I have to track this bastard do I?” Chyna muttered. “Yes, I’m the one that has to take care of the evil spawn of Tori. Come on Kitty.”

“Wait…where are you going?!” Road Dogg demanded, slowly climbing to his feet. “You just can’t leave me here…what if Syxx comes back?!”

“Deal with it.” Chyna muttered. “I’m outta here.”

“No…” Road Dogg slowly started following. “I’ll kill that son of a bitch with my bare hands. Just gimme five minutes. I REALLY need to go to the bathroom…”

Syxx arrived at the lake of the damned, and raising his hands, he rolled his eyes back in his head. The waters parted as his hands rose; he casually stepped through the tumbling vortex of water, intent on his purpose. Down the spiraling staircase he strode, until he reached the sullen and foreboding gates of the Underworld. Into the deepest pits he went, randomly kicking damned souls from his path, until he reached the man he wanted to see.

“HHH I presume.”

Hunter turned from the hunk of brimstone he was sitting on and looked the scrawny Syxx up and down; he burst in hysterical laughter.

“What is this?!” HHH sniggered. “X-PAC?! You’ve come to pay little old me a visit. Well, as you can see, I’d offer you a place to sit, but you’d probably burn your ass.”

“Ha ha, cute.” Syxx growled, stepping towards the smirking Hunter and sending his hand around his throat; Helmsley choked in horror. “How dare you liken me with my weak willed father?!” Syxx spat, shaking HHH’s head violently. “I am Syxx, son of Tori, and destroyer of the weak. The time has come for me to take my proper place as king of the Gods, as was my mother and the Undertaker’s plan. I know all. I will destroy all in my way…I’ve simply come to this little hellhole to offer you…a piece of the pie.”

“Eh?” Hunter hacked as Syxx released his grip. Hunter held his throat and regarded Syxx with curiosity. “A piece of the pie? I hope you can bake.”

“Was that your feeble attempt at a joke?” Syxx muttered. HHH shook his head frantically, then rose from his seat and stood to face this short, pathetic looking being.

“Me and the Undertaker had plans. What can you offer me better than his deal?” Hunter asked. Syxx grinned wickedly.

“The Taker will live again, as my teacher. He will teach me all he knows, thinking that when the day of Armageddon arrives, he will conquer HBK. That is not so. I will plant the knife in his back and take over Shawn myself as soon as I get the chance. You are sadistic, however Hunter, and I have read about you and your alliance with the Lord of Darkness. You got the blood from HBK.”

“Well, I know all that, I know that I’m the Game…” HHH sighed with pride. “But back to our deal.”

“Oh yes.” Said Syxx. “You will rule the world above. You will become the ruler of all the provinces, and kill anyone who gets in your way. The D-Generate Kingdom, the Kingdom of Ass, Vince and the Taker’s lands…they shall all be yours, for you too are the son of a god. You are deserving…plus, I like your style.”

“Oh.” Said Hunter, a little awe struck by the capacity of the alliance. “That’s pretty good, actually. Syxx, you got yourself a little deal. But good gods, you look so much like that scrawny little bastard. How old are you?!”

“One next Tuesday.” Syxx muttered, grabbing Hunter and dragging him from hell. “Let me just stop off at the Fates and ‘convince’ them to let you off on parole…”