TITLE: One Night
CHARACTERS: Ariella 'Tiger' Chapman; Bree 'Gamora' Hardy, Kane, John Cena
PAIRINGS: implied Ariella/Kane; implied Bree/Matt Hardy; storyline Bree/Cena
NOTES: A look at my character Ariella through her eyes.
DISCLAIMER: I own Ariella and Jamie-Skellington owns Bree. The others are property of WWE.
A shiver of adrenaline runs through me as I hear the crowd cheering. I'm standing behind the curtain, giving my twin sister a hug before our match. "I promise I won't hurt you." I whisper to her. We're in the middle of a feud right now, at least on screen. Bree returns the promise as her music, 'Caller 10' by Punchline, begins. She runs through the curtain to the loud cheering of the crowd. She's the babyface. I'm the heel.
"Okay, Arri." I pop my shoulders. "You gotta go out there and fight your sister. Everyone wants to see you lose. Just go out. This is it."
Caller 10 has begun to fade and the crowd quiets. It is times like this when I miss being the Twisted Sisters with Bree and Pandora. Back when we were all faces. Back before Chris Benoit died. Before Pandora went to TNA.
I can hear the beginning of 'Animals' by Nickelback. Here I go. I step through the curtain to the many booing fans. I'm used to the hating.
I bend at the waist to flip my black-streaked orange hair around my head. I smirk and give my hips a light shake as I step down the ramp.
"And, also hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Tiger!" Lilian says into the microphone.
Another loud boo greets my introduction. With a bounce in my step, even in my thigh-high wrestling boots, I hop up the steel steps and grab onto the ring post. I grind against it quickly before doing a quick backflip over the top rope. (I have to hook my arms through it first. I'm not that athletic.)
Bree watches me quietly. I want so badly to tap fists with her, like we used to before a match. I want it to be a dream that we're in a feud. I want so badly to turn and hear music. To hear that it is another Twisted Sisters tag team match.
But it isn't, I remind myself as the bell rings.
The match goes as scheduled, with Kane running in to chokeslam Gamora, Bree, behind the ref's back as I fake an ankle injury. Of course, as soon as my boyfriend slides out of the ring, to the resounding booes of the crowd, I crawl over to make the cover. After the one-two-three, I roll from the ring and right into my waiting boyfriend's arms. He helps me up the ramp and to the backstage area.
John Cena runs past Kane and I to get out to the ring. He's Bree's storyline fiancee. She's married to Matt Hardy.
This is just one of those nights. One night closer to my dream. My dream of winning the Women's Title. And the only person I want to lose it to is my sister, Gamora. I love you, sis. You're my favorite opponent.