The crowd was going nuts for her. Quinn was lying in the middle of the ring in pain from that last suplex. Santana's heart was beating faster than she's ever felt before. There she was on the grandest stage of all and in a simple three count the title could be hers.

Santana could be the next NDW Women's champion.

Then why couldn't she move? She could barely hear herself think from how loud the crowd around her was.

Yet she could hear that one voice out of the millions around her.

"Quinn! Get up!"

The blonde outside of the ring was cheering on her competitor and each thump on the mat broke Santana's heart a little bit more.

"Quinn! Come on!" The blonde yelled. For a split second her bright blue eyes met Santana's and so did a swift punch to the gut.

It was like slow motion. Santana didn't know what was happening. All she knew was that the love of her life was cheering on someone else and that wasn't going to slide.

She was going to get Brittany back, even if it meant beating everyone on the roster.

Quinn pushed Santana into the corner and met Santana's face with swift punches. The crowd counted each one as if it was some sort of game. It was a game to all of them out on the crowd. To the people who paid over fifty bucks to watch this moment at home. Santana's life was on TV for everyone to see and judge, the only difference from it being a Kardashian re-make, Santana could fight back and that's what the people paid to see.

Santana quickly reversed the situation with an elbow to the gut and then followed by a kick. The crowd went nuts. Brittany wasn't happy.

Quinn was dazed enough for Santana to see the window of opportunity.

"Turn around…turn around…" Santana whispered as she crouched in the corner, trying to blink away the salty beads of sweat that burned in her eyes.

Quinn turned and looked up and as soon as she did, her chin was met with Santana's boot.

"Get Snixxed!" The main announcer, Artie Abrams, yelled so loud the whole arena could probably hear.

Down Quinn went. Santana went for the pin.

1….2….3….The bell rang.

"And your new NDW Women's Champion…Santana!"

Santana had won….she was the new champ…

Clutching her new title close to her chest, Santana felt hot tears slip down her cheeks. She had gotten everything she had ever wanted.

Except for one thing….

Quinn rolled out of the ring and Brittany helped Quinn walk up the ramp. Blue eyes met brown and a signature smirk graced the brunette's lips.

Brittany rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Quinn…until the referee handed Santana the mic.

"Hey Britt-Britt!" Santana yelled into the mic.

"I got my title and soon….I'm gonna get you back, baby. You can screw around with Quinn, Puck, any of those girls or guys in the back. I'll kick all of their asses…. "I'll beat them all to prove that you're my girl…."

Santana paused for a moment to take in the crowd chanting her name.

"Because baby….I love you and I'm never gonna stop." Santana dropped the mic and soon enough her music began to play.

Brittany didn't say anything. Only a cold hard stare at the girl in the middle of the ring.