I had won the belt, every wrestler's dream. I had only wanted just to impress her. I flaunted it as much as I could, especially when I was around her. I noticed that she didn't really seem that astonished by it.
I had wanted her since the day she stepped foot in the arena. The Diva Search didn't do her justice. She deserved to be in every part of the show, the main event, even if it was only supposed to be for men. Her green eyes sparkle as she steps out onto the stage. She is getting much better in the ring but people thought she looked better playing a ditzy interviewer when I and some others loved to watch her in the ring. She gets so much enthusiasm when she walks out. The fans love her; she's a baby face, like me. The viewers will love you whether you're a heel or a face.
But the belt, the WWE Championship. The belt was mine and creative didn't have me scheduled to lose it any time soon, and I thank God for that. I wanted her to see me happy as hell that I'd won. She hadn't even congratulated me. I needed her to know that I will do anything for her. The matches I have defending my belt will be in honor of her, whether she knows it or not, whether she wants them to be or not. It will be an internal battle inside of me fighting for her. I love her. The belt means nothing. I got it just to impress her. I accepted it just to impress her. I made a major move in my career without myself, the money, the fans, or the respect I would get in mind. I accepted only for her. I had thought that she would be all over me. But then I thought that she wasn't that simple minded. She wouldn't feel the same way that I feel about her just because I had the belt. The belt would just be a plus. I would need to show her how I feel. She's not as stupid as television makes her out to be. She's smart, lovely, witty, talented, and I love her. I love her more than anything, more than my job, my family, my fans, I just love her.
And that is why I did what I did. I kissed her. I made her know that I was fighting for her respect, not mine, even if they fans didn't know it. It was right before my match for the first time I would put it on the line.
I kissed her then whispered 'This is for you' and then I walked out to retain the title. Her lips were so soft and were crushed perfectly to mine. I didn't want it to end. But it did. I had to go. But I didn't want to. I wanted to stay with her. Because I love her.
I love her.
I don't know how she felt afterwards. I didn't stick around to find out. Just as long as she knows that what I'm doing is for her and no one else. She needs to know that she's a girl worth fighting for. She's my girl, whether she likes it or not.
