Third POV

As Sasha flew towards her house she thought back to the tournament that was held seven years ago to determine the faith of the world. She remembers how it was: sitting in front of the TV, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders in a dark room. She still remembers the cold of the floor on her bare feet, hugging herself tightly, half anxious and half terrified. She was alone in the house. That television screen was her lifeline.

Watching her dad face down the greatest threat the world had ever seen. She knew that her dad was super strong, he was the greatest fighter in the world, everyone said so but still, this Undertaker guy was threatening to blow up the entire planet. The image was blurry, but even she could see what was going on. There was that monster Undertaker and her dad. There was the reporter who looked absolutely terrified.

And then they showed up.

The strangers.

A bizarre crew that seemed to shoot down from the sky. Sasha thought the image was too blurry for her to see their hidden jetpacks. Acting as though they really thought they were stronger than her father, the greatest martial artist in the whole world.

They were dressed weird. A tall blond guy wore a black shirt written in the front in large yellow letters 'Latino Heat' and below Latino was a design of roses, black pants with a design of fire, and black boots, a brown haired guy wore a a red shirt written in the front in large white letters 'Yes', black short, black knee pads, and black boots, a bald man wore a black vest on the left side in white letters said 'SCSA' and on the right side was a design of a skull and on the bottom in white letters said 'S.O.B', blue jean short, black elbow and knee pads, and black shoes, a black haired man with tattoos on both his arms and back was shirtless, black elbow pads and knees, black shorts, and black boots, a big blond guy with tattoos on both arms was also shirtless and wore black elbow pads with red wrist bands the letter 'R' on the wrist band, and black pants with the letter 'R' on the top and on both sides of the pants said 'Rated R Superstar', and the last person was a little kid, with blond spiky hair, who wore the same outfit as the tall blond man. She looked like she couldn't possibly be any older than Sasha was herself.

Weirdest of all, it seemed like they had no idea who Sasha's dad was. Even after they were explained who her dad was they didn't get it. The tall blond leader offered to step aside and let her dad fight, but he didn't seem to realize that they wouldn't need to fight Undertaker at all once the great Triple H was finished with that freak. He acted like he was expecting dad to lose and there to be a round two.

Sasha hoped there wouldn't be a round two.

Except that monster was stronger than he seemed. Sasha flinched as she saw each punch connect. Then, with unreal force, Undertaker fist shot out and slammed her dad into a cliff thirty meters from the ring. The microphone didn't pick it up, but she could almost hear the horrible crunching noise of a human body colliding with solid rock.

For a moment, she was sure her father was dead.

Then, to her astonishment, he got up, and she was flooded with relief. But he'd been disqualified for touching the ground outside the ring and the big blond man took the ring instead. The man fought Undertaker with what could only have been crazy tricks. They looked like they were flying- there were huge blasts of light and Sasha couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of tricks they were using to make those, and then Undertaker split into four and then the blond guy was moving so fast it looked like he was teleporting, and then Undertaker said he was changing the rules and there was an enormous explosion that wiped out the entire ring, leaving a crater.

And the blond man gave up. He forfeited.

They sent the kid out to fight.

And the girl went.

Unafraid.

It was totally one-sided. The kid was pummeled within an inch of his life, and they were just sitting there and watching while Undertaker literally crushed her to death.

"The girl is being squeezed to death!" The reporter said, "It's horrible! I'm sure if we don't get help, Undertaker will torture us all like this!"

Sasha couldn't watch. The girl screams of agony carried all the way to the camera mic, and her writhing spoke volumes. She covered her ears and covered her head with the blanket, but she still couldn't get the sound out of her head. By the time she looked up again, the girl had crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll and Undertaker had gone for the other strangers standing on the cliff.

He split himself into five.

There was fighting happening as the five Undertakers fought the strangers. She could hardly tell who was fighting who but somehow, the little blond girl had gotten up with who knew how many broken bones, and saw the five Undertakers continuing attacking the other strangers and winning. The strangers were getting destroyed. Sasha couldn't tell whether they were dead or alive, but they were laid on the ground, bloodied and motionless.

A moment later, there was a scream.

It was the kid. A light brighter than anything she had ever seen was emanating from her body with unreal force. The earth seemed to be shaking and flickers of electricity sparked around her body. It had to be a trick, but she just couldn't imagine how.

"Stop it!" The kid screamed.

And there was a ripple of force.

The television screen blinked out

No one knew what was going on. The fate of the world depended on the successful conclusion of a battle that was lost to them. Scientists tried to use all the technology they had to hand, but all they could tell was that the area appeared to be prone to earthquakes. Apparently satellites in the area were disrupted as well.

Then, hours after the blackout, the truth came out.

The great Triple H, bruised but alive, returned from the battle with news of Undertaker defeat. The grateful public praised and worshiped him the hero who saved the world from destruction. Thousands signed to his dojo, and they even named the city Levesque City.

But now Sasha knows the truth of what really happened that day.