The Brooklyn crowd basically implodes in cheers after I land face first on the ring floor. My vision is blurry and everything that is my body burns like hell. Did that little girl seriously just pull off a Hurricanrana? On me?! I only just manage to catch Bayley celebrating with a fist pump in the corner of the ring. She thinks she has the upper hand. Hah.
I taste something metallic in my mouth, something I am not accustomed to tasting — my own blood. My hand instinctively went to my lips to confirm my woes. She just made me bleed. This freak of a person and joke of a wrestler just made The Boss bleed. I struggle to get back on my feet and I barely pay attention to the scary fact that my knees are buckling beneath me. The second I lay eyes on my opponent, who is wearing a smile on her face that reeks of immaturity and self-satisfaction with her subpar performance. That grin is about to break her face in half.
Why is she smiling? How dare she smile in my match?!
Rage courses through my veins and eliminates all rational thought. I lose my composure for the first time tonight and clench my fists, charging Bayley with pure torture being the only thing that crosses my mind. She's prepared for my attack, she uses my momentum to counter with her prized belly suplex. My body is thrashed to the cold hard floor again, and this time I don't have the strength to get back up. Bayley pounces on me with excitement, lifting my leg as the guy in black and white apparel drops down next to us. It dawns upon me that I'm getting pinned as the referee pounds the floor three times, the Brooklyners eagerly repeating the number of the count each time his hand hits the ring. "ONE, TWO, THREE!" And then the Barclays center erupted.
I am no longer the NXT Women's Champion.
The thought barely even registers. No way I just lost to that amateur. This can't be real. Fairy tales don't have happy endings.
The wear and tear on my body from the match slows down my reflexes, but the reality starts to set in. Followed by absolute shock. I look at Bayley, she's almost as shocked as I am. Her surprise turns into glee and then she's jumping and dancing around the ring as the crowd continues to go nuts for their new champion. The referee walks over to my belt, picks it up, and presents it to Bayley. "That's not yours to touch! That is MY championship!" I try to shout at them, but it appears they don't hear me. My neck hurts like hell. It hurt to incline it and hurts even more to watch Bayley raise the title belt over her head and Brooklyn is cheering their butts off for her. I hate her. She cheated. She had to. She CANNOT beat me clean. It's impossible.
The girl I hate and newly crowned NXT Women's Champion gallops over to me and lifts me to my feet, her arms wrapped underneath mine. Her cheek presses against mine, I realize she's hugging me right now. Are you serious? I want to snap her neck, but I'm so tired and depleted that I just throw my arms over her shoulders, using her body to support me. Her face pulls back so she can get a good look at me, she sees that I'm wincing in pain and comes to the conclusion that the only reason I'm standing up is because she's holding me. "Are you okay?" I examine her expression and I can't read any hostile sarcasm, she's legitimately concerned about my well-being. Tears are still streaming down her face, tears of joy for her victory. Why is she being nice to me? I see my title draped comfortably around her shoulder and I almost faint, collapsing back to the floor. Bayley sort of breaks my fall by catching my head and preventing it from continuing its violent crash course with the ring floor.
Bayley's unnecessary kindness provides the rage I've needed to revitalize my body. I don't need her to be nice to me, I don't want her sympathy. I push her off of me and scramble to my feet. Bayley falls back and clumsily drops the title. I pounce on it like a bloodhound, securing it tightly to my torso as I again clamber to my feet. I hug it close to my torso, my property, my pride, my title.
I glance back at the ramp and see Becky Lynch and Charlotte approaching the ring, both sporting indignant looks on their faces. I don't need this Four Horsewomen bullshit right now, not one of these girls comes even close to being on my level.
My eyes drift back to the ring I stand in, to my adversary. It kinda seems like she's on your level, I think. I look at the girl who just beat me. Bayley is awkwardly holding her elbow at her side, looking down at her shoes, avoiding my eyes. She's embarrassed, I'm stealing "her moment". What a spoiled brat. You don't deserve one. The referee stands next to her, he's shouting something at me. I can't hear a word he's saying, the jeers and boos of the crowd drown his voice way before it reaches my ears.
"Sasha, please give it to her... She won fairly." I turn around, Becky's standing on the ring apron. The look on her face also shows embarrassment. Am I embarassing everyone? Like I actually care what they think.
But I sigh. She's right. Bayley won fair and square. I beckon the ref over and hold out the title for him. He walks over to grab it but when he reaches out I bash him over the head with it, knocking him out cold. Bayley's hands clamp over her mouth in shock, and that's when Charlotte decides she's seen enough. She ducks under the ring rope and charges at me. I swing my belt in an arc at her head but she dodges it. "Just leave me alone!" I shout at Charlotte as she uses the opposite rope to launch herself into a spear that lights me up. My ribs nearly crack as I clutch my stomach, my title flying from my hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Becky pick up the belt and hand it to Bayley. "No," I croak. Flair's daughter shakes her head and gets off of me. The three stand around me in the ring, and I get to my feet as well. They're all staring at me, I ignore Charlotte and Becky and walk straight up to the one who dethroned me. Her pride was gone, she held the title at her side. I look her up and down. "You don't deserve to be champion." I growled at her. Her face fell in front of me as I stepped out of the ring and out of the stadium, Brooklyn booing me as I exited.
Taa-Daa! So yeah, this is my first story ever, take it easy on me. Of course criticism is welcomed and appreciated though. Don't you just love Sasha? I don't think this is considered AU, it's just I'm giving an alternate outcome to what happened after their awesome Takeover match and now I'm just going to run a story with it.
So yeah, I'll try to update as often as possible, but I have to know you guys like what I'm writing, so plz like review and stuff.
