Out of Control
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I only own London Callaway, our resident psychopath.
The crowd was loud and enthusiastic, as they had watched the newest Diva, London, make her way down the ramp and into the ring. She climbed in, struggling to keep the enraged look in her face, while she was happy that everyone was so excited to see her. When she got herself situated in the ring, microphone in hand, she began speaking.
"Listen up, Wade Barrett," London began in the middle of the ring. "You've been nothing but a thorn in my side, lately, and I'm sick and tired of being forced to not beat you half to death. Everyone keeps pulling us apart, and I keep getting yelled at for trying to take you out. But I have an idea. You and me in a match, tonight," she suggested, as the crowd went wild at her suggestion. "Come on, Wade. Get your stupid ass out here and answer me!" London demanded of the Nexus leader.
A few moments later, 12 Stones' "We are One" began playing throughout the arena. Wade Barrett stormed out of the gorilla position and down the ramp, stopping outside of the ring. He snatched a microphone from one of the crew guys standing nearby, his eyes glaring at London. She had one hand on her hip, the other tightly wrapped around the microphone that she had been speaking into.
"Let me get this straight, you psychopath, you want a match against me tonight?" he asked her.
"Yup," she eagerly replied.
"And you're not afraid that I will hurt you and that the damage I do will be permanent?" he asked.
"I'm not afraid of you," she replied.
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa," John Cena interrupted their exchange, walking out from the backstage area. "London, you should know a lot better than this. There's no way I'll let that match happen."
She rolled her eyes. "John, please just shut up and mind your own damn business," she growled, as Wade began laughing at her.
"Aw. This whole scene is absolutely adorable. Your bodyguard is out here to take care of you and protect you from the big scary man who is willing to hurt you. You know, I've never agreed with anything John Cena has said, but this is actually the first time I can say I agree with him," Wade said.
"Shut up, you British Bonehead," she quipped.
"London, you can't have a match against Wade. I'll fight him for you," he offered, knowing that he really couldn't, as he hadn't been rehired yet.
"No way. I want the pleasure of kicking his ass for myself, thank you very much," she insisted, refusing his offer.
"John. John. John. You can't tell her what to do. She's a grown woman, and she's going to make her own decisions. Besides, I think we all know that you can't really do much because you still aren't a part of this company. But, in any event, I have my own idea. London, what do you think of this proposition: how about we have a tag team match? The two of us against Wade Barrett and any Nexus member of his choosing?" Randy Orton came out and suggested.
London thought for a couple of moments. "I think I can do that," she finally agreed with a nod. "What do you say, Dumbo?"
Wade shot her another glare. "I say, you're on," he agreed. "And you might want to watch your big mouth, little lady," he spat. "Because you may be a woman, but you're really getting on my nerves, and if I have to hurt you to teach you a lesson, I promise you, my friend, I will do it."
She smirked. "Oh, bring it," she encouraged him. "I'm not afraid of you, and I will be the one doing the hurting."
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," he mocked her. She looked as if she was about to lunge at him through the ropes.
"London, don't listen to him. We'll rip him limb from limb tonight in the ring," Randy distracted her.
She took a deep breath and tore her eyes away from her enemy. She dropped the microphone and slid out of the ring, walking passed Wade, as she made her way up the ramp, where she was reunited with John Cena and Randy Orton, who escorted her to the backstage area.
"Why the hell would you challenge him to a match?" John asked her, as soon as they were out of the camera's sight.
London rolled her eyes. "Because I want to kick his eyes. Why else would I want to get him in a ring, in which I would have a violent confrontation with him? Seriously, Cena, common sense."
"This is dangerous. What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked her, raising his voice in frustration.
"Oh Jesus Christ," she breathed. "Fine. I don't care if it's dangerous. This is something I am going to do with or without your support. You would think Randy volunteering to partner up with me would shut you up for once."
"You know, you don't always have to be such a raging bitch to me," he shot back at her with a glare.
"Obviously I do have to because you keep acting like you can tell me what I can and can't do," she retorted.
"I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to look out for you, but you keep acting like I'm doing this to be a dick or something," John said. "Do you want me to just not give a shit anymore? Would that shut you up?"
"You have to stop being all overdramatic about everything," she breathed, as she shook her head.
John shook his head and walked away, while London tried to suppress her laughter, as she was quite amused.
"You do know that you're making him crazy, am I right?" Randy asked with a smirk on his face.
"I know, but this is all his choice. He got himself involved in my Nexus issues. It's not my fault," she replied.
"Well, in any event, are you ready for this match?" he asked.
"Absolutely. And you better let me be a part of this match and not just…avoid tagging me in," she warned him.
"Do you honestly think I would do that?" Randy questioned her. "Keep in mind my name isn't John Cena."
"I'm just saying…"
Raw
As London Callaway made her way down the ramp, her opponents and partner already in the ring, she felt pure excitement fill her body. She wanted nothing more than to kick the shit out of Wade Barrett and the partner he chose for the match, Justin Gabriel, who she had already beaten down twice before. There was nothing but confidence in her stride. She jumped onto the apron and climbed underneath the middle rope. She then made her way to the corner, jumping onto the ropes and throwing her devil horns up, before bounding over to the opposite corner and doing the same thing, while the crowd cheered loudly for her. When she finished her final pose, London made her way over to Randy.
"You want to start this one off?" Randy offered, eliciting a smile from the smaller brunette.
"Yes, please," she replied with a smile. Randy climbed onto the apron, while Justin made his way to meet with the female who had been causing him nothing but grief and body aches for the past couple of weeks with her sneak attacks. Wade climbed out onto the apron. London was slightly disappointed, as she desperately wanted to get her hands on the large Brit who had gotten under her skin.
The bell rang. London and Justin immediately locked up. She didn't give him a second to do anything else, as she kneed him in the abdomen. As he hunched over in pain, she put his head between her arm and side and dropped him down to the mat in a brutal DDT. She rolled him over and jumped on top of him, hooking his leg up in the air in a pin, though he almost immediately kicked out.
She quickly jumped up and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him to his feet. London Irish Whipped him across the ring. He bounced off of the ropes, and she clothes-lined him. He went right down. She pounced on top of his body and grabbed him by the hair again, banging his head against the canvas repeatedly, before the ref pulled her arms off of him.
"You can't grab the hair," he warned her.
London rolled her eyes and raised her palms up next to her shoulders, giving up that fight. She got up. Justin managed to get to his feet. She kicked him in the chin, causing him to fall back down. London hooked her arms underneath his and dragged him into the corner. "Tag him in you dumbass," she ordered him.
Wade smirked at her. "He won't do it," he spoke. London looked up at him, narrowing her eyes.
"Justin, tag him into this ring, or I will hurt you worse than I ever have before," she demanded, angrily.
"He's not going to follow your orders. You aren't the leader of the Nexus. That would be me, doll," he patronized her.
London let go of Justin, roughly pushing him back down to the canvas. She got in Wade's face. "Listen here, you son of a bitch, I will knock your stupid ass out in two seconds or less," she threatened him, jabbing her pointer finger into his chest roughly. He barely flinched. "Don't you dare test me!"
Seeing as she had been distracted by the leader of the top heel group in the WWE, Justin had managed to get up and recover from the pain that London had inflicted on his body. He reached underneath her, knocking her down and rolling her over into a small package. He got a two count before she kicked out of his grasp. London stood up, enraged. Justin lunged at her, knocking her down to the canvas. He pulled her up by her hair and picked her up, easily body slamming her back down. She arched her back up in pain. Justin put his hands on his hips and laughed at her mockingly, starting to feel a little bit better that he had begun inflicting some type of damage on her, after he had been subjected to her attacks. He reached back down and went to grab her, but she kicked him in the stomach. He fell down, clutching his abdomen in pain.
London slid across the ring and over to her more than ready partner. She tagged Randy into the match. She rolled onto the apron, out of the ring, which he made his way into the match, wanting nothing more than to inflict pain.
The Deadman's daughter turned away from the action in the ring, catching her breath. She shut her eyes tightly. "Don't let that asshole distract you from your in-ring responsibilities," she whispered to herself. The angry brunette took a deep breath, as the pain ached in her back. London stood up. She glared across the ring at Wade, who was smirking back at her. It took all she had to not flip him off in front of everyone, but she managed to control herself. Her eyes darted over to the action in the ring. Randy was completely dominating the match. She watched him drag the South African Sensation over to the corner and practically forced him to tag Wade Barrett into the ring.
As soon as he was in the ring, Randy pounced on top of Wade, repeatedly punching him in the head. London began jumping up and down in pure excitement at what she was watching happen before her eyes. He began circling his fallen opponent, stomping on his body methodically, inflicting as much pain as he could before he would tag his partner into the match to start attaining some revenge on the man who took out her father. Once he knew his opponent was down for a bit, he walked over to London with a smile on his face. He tagged her in, before climbing out of the ring.
Flying through the ropes, London was ready for a fight. She threw her body on top of Wade's, as he was attempting to get up, knocking him back down. She grabbed onto the top rope and hopped onto the middle rope, bouncing her body into the air, as she came crashing back down on top of him. She jumped up in excitement and raised her devil horns high above her head, the crowd going completely nuts for the Undertaker's daughter.
Kneeling down on top of Wade, her knee on his throat. "Re-hire John Cena," she demanded, applying a bit more pressure, before easing up so she could get an answer out of him.
"No," he growled, coughing.
She put her knee back on his throat. The ref pulled her off of him. She crouched down next to his body. "You will be rehiring Cena," she assured him.
"Like hell I will," he retorted, grasping his neck. She smirked at him deviously, almost happy that she was being challenged by the former Bareknuckle boxer. She hopped onto the top turnbuckle in the corner of the ring. She waited for Barrett to finish getting to his feet. She launched herself at him, but he managed to catch her. She lifted her legs up behind his back, using her shifting weight to catch him in a Hurricanrana, which tossed him across the ring. She climbed onto the apron, as he used the ropes to brace himself. She grabbed him by the back of the neck and jumped off of the apron, causing his neck to come into rough contact with the top rope. She smirked and slid back into the ring, under the bottom rope. She attempted to spin kick him in the neck. Wade caught her leg. She surprised him with an Enzuigiri, her foot harshly connecting with the side of his head.
The adrenaline was rushing through her body. She ran across the ring, clothes lining Justin off of the apron. She turned around and was surprised with an angry Wade Barrett's eyes burning a hole into her. Dread took her over in the seconds before he nailed her with a European Uppercut. She went right down. Wade immediately went for the cover, but she kicked out after he just barely got a two count. He pulled her up by her long brown hair and lifted her into a Fireman's Carry, ready to give her a taste of his finisher, Wasteland. She managed to wiggle her way out of his hold. She ran over to Randy tagging him in.
London gave him a wink, signaling that it was time for him to take charge and end the match. She turned to the fans, raising her devil horns up to them, as they cheered. She turned and watched Randy kick Wade's ass for a good few minutes, before he successfully nailed an RKO.
Noticing that Justin was about to run into the ring and disrupt the pin, London jumped through the ropes and ran across the ring, spearing him against the corner ring post, nailing his back against it. This allowed Randy to get a successful three-count, winning the match for them. London jumped into his arms in victory, as soon as he got up. The smile on her face was full of pride and happiness.
John Cena ran down the ramp and slid into the ring. He pulled London into a tight hug and lifted her up, sitting her on his shoulder. She pumped her fists in the air in excitement. When she jumped off of his shoulder, a few moments later, she hugged John again.
"I'm gonna get you rehired," she promised. The pulled back from their embrace, and he gave her a smile.
"Don't worry about me. I can take care of my own problems. Don't even worry. You just concentrate on you," he said, patting her on the shoulder. "I'm really proud of you, London. You did a great job."
She smiled. "Thank you."
A/N: This chick is damn near insane lol Hope you enjoyed :o) Please, don't hesitate to let me know. This is one of my favorites to write at the moment. I think it's the anger factor that I love so much lol Don't forget to vote! Love you guys! XoXoXoXoXoXo
