A/N: Chapter 4 coming at you. Thank you for reading. Hopefully you'll continue to follow my story, I'd appreciate it. But enough of that have fun reading :).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters besides Derek Russo. I also do not own Russo's entrance music, The Wicked End by Avenged Sevenfold.
Chapter 4: The Apprentice over The Master
Bam!
The Hardys had pushed me into the locker room as I stumbled into the wall hard. In pain, my body collapsed to the ground. Slowly I picked myself up and stared them in the eyes. My lip was being bitten by my teeth as I tried not to show any quivering.
Matt stepped forward "What the hell were you doing!" he shouted "When one of us gives you an order you follow it through. You're inexperienced, rookie. Those guys could've ripped you apart. Lucky for you, a chair was in your hands and the element of surprise. We don't you to not have a target on your back within your first day, which will end up with you in an ambulance. Do you hear me?!"
With frustration and intimidation I responded with "If it wasn't for me taking out Cryme Tyme, both of your skulls would've been busted open. So why the fuck are you yelling at me?!" I asked still shaking in fear. My eyes focused on Jeff for a little bit. The expression on his face showed that he was worried of what would happen. He stepped forward a bit closer to me and Matt just in case something was going to happen.
Smack!
Matt's hand hit me right on my left cheek leaving a bright read mark on the side of my face. Stunned at his action I slowly turned back with my tail between my legs like a dog. "We went out of our way to take you under our wings to show you what to do and how to do things here so that you can have the promising career that many see in you. So shape up newbie and get it together because you got a long bumpy road ahead of you." Matt said as he stormed to the shower part of the locker room.
I stood there looking straight ahead at the door, holding every inch of frustration and anger inside of me. Jeff stepped closer to me and tried to give me some comforting words "Look he's just mad at the situation. He doesn't like when people go against his word, especially in front of millions of fans. I guess it makes him look vulnerable. However you showed some heart and courage out there, I like that…keep it up newbie." His words somewhat comforted me. I got changed into my street clothes and made my way out to my car. To my surprise some fans were their cheering as I made my way out. I waved to them; fasten my seat belt and left.
As I entered the arena in Arlington, Texas on my second week, the superstars were greeted by the info that Chris Masters would be joining us on RAW. Grunts and moans could be heard; however I took this opportunity to my advantage. It occurred to me that I would experience a long time of just watching, unless my actions influenced the situation to turn in my favor.
[Chris Masters's entrance plays
"Well here he his King" said JR "newly acquired Chris Masters, The Masterpiece, is out here with a cocky look on his face."
"Why wouldn't he be JR? He's the masterpiece. His body is a work of art!" replied Jerry Lawler.
"Ladies and gentleman, the wait is no longer, you RAW fans have a treat. The Masterpiece has returned with his Masterlock Challenge! So who has the marbles to step up to the plate?" Masters asked.
After a brief period of silence The Wicked End played. The crowd and Masters were in confusion wondering who was taking the challenge. "Wait a minute, it's that new kid that's with the Hardys!" said JR.
"Yea he's in for some pain and trouble." King implied.
"If it isn't the new Hardy Boy…what's your name kid?" Masters said in a cocky way.
"Derek—" I was cut off as Masters pulled back his microphone
"Derek Hardy. Well you—"he was cut off when I ripped the microphone back.
"Derek Russo!" I yelled and glared at him.
He chuckled a little bit and followed with "For your sake I hope you can break this lock."
I sat down in the chair, he locked his arms into the position and the ref counted out 3, 2, and 1. He lifted me out of the chair with such intensity and power. To the fans I appeared to be a rag doll as he kept pulling me up and down trying to squeeze the life out of me. The pain was excruciating, I felt the urge to tap but the thought of me failing and losing my shout made stronger. Desperately I rose to my feet and pushed outward with all my might. Slowly his grip was slipping as with my last ounce of strength I pushed and broke the grip and the Masterlock. Masters fell to the ground and crouched in the corner with amazement. In fury of my victory he ran at me a hit a straight shot to my forehand. I dropped like a ton of bricks. Laying on the mat dazed and shaken up I could see both Matt and Jeff coming to my rescue. However Masters caught them coming out of the corner of his eye and scrambled to the entrance, barely escaping.
Later that night I was attending ringside with the Hardys rematch against Cryme Tyme. Everything was appearing to go great until when Jeff went to the top rope to land the Swanton Bomb. Masters came running down to the ring and tossed Jeff off the top rope to the canvas. I rushed into the ring as Masters dashed to the outside. We met and exchanged fist shots. I kicked him in the stomach and gave him a Spin-out powerbomb, a move that I called The Wicked End. Then climbed up to the top turnbuckle, crowd going nuts, and did a backflip onto Masters. Jeff Hardy picked him self up, the ref distracted by the action outside the ring did not see Shad unload a chair shot to the skull of Jeff.
1! 2! 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Lilian's voice came out "Here are your winners Cryme Tyme!"
A/N: Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed it. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. Now it's going to be hard to get this next chapter out with all of the distraction I got going on but I will try to get it out as soon as possible so bare with me. Keep you posted.
