Chapter 7, I messed up on dates while writing this. But this is written to take place next Monday (November 28th,). Anyway, I own nothing but those characters/ideas mentioned in previous chapters.

The Colonial Life Arena in Columbia, South Carolina was packed and ready to see a good fight as Bon Jovi's 'we weren't born to follow' started playing and I walked through the curtains. The crowd went crazy; apparently news had traveled fast of my take down of Mark Henry. A grin spread over my face as I turned to the camera a few feet away from me.

"I love you dad, this one is for you." I yelled over the cheering before heading down the ramp. I dropped my knees and threw up a quick prayer to the man upstairs. Once I was back on my feet, I ran down the ramp and rolled under the bottom rope. I was taking in as much cheering as I could before Nash and Ziggler came out. I pulled off my sexy boy in training t-shirt and slid out of the ring and walked over to a kid sitting in a wheel chair. "What did you do to yourself kid?"

He grinned and said "I fell out of a tree," then his hand swept through his hair and I grinned at him; I used to do the same thing when I was kid. I leaned across the black wall separating the fans from the talent and handed the shirt to him. The kid's eyes widened as he sat staring up at me.

"What's your name?" I shouted as Ryder's theme song started playing. I heard the kid yell a faint Eric as the referee signaled for me to return to the ring. I gave Eric a quick high five before getting back into the ring as Ryder climbed down from the corner turnbuckle. "Woo! Woo! Woo!" I yelled as he turned around. He copied me then we high fived and turned to face the ramp as Dolph and Vicky started down the ramp.

"What is Mr. Laurinaitis thinking?" Cole was saying from the announcer table "Michaels and Ryder are no match for Dolph, let alone Dolph and Kevin Nash."

King laughed "If Shawn is anything like his father he can take anything John Laurinaitis throws at him."

I made a mental note to add Jerry Lawler to my following list on twitter as my last opponent's theme song started playing. I looked up and my eyes instantly made contact with those of Kevin Nash. My hand moved to my nose and Nash smiled smugly. I swallowed the urge to go against everything I believed in and start yelling a few curse words I had heard Matt, Luke, and Nate use over the years. Nash walked up the medal stairs and over the top rope. I threw a look at Ryder; he was a good fighter, but when Nash got in there was no way Ryder could take him on. Dolph was up first so I stepped through the ropes to stand outside the ring.

My earlier thoughts of Zack Ryder being a good wrestler went out the window when I actually saw him up and close. He was awesome; wrestling came natural to him just as it does to the rest of us. I had seen him fight in warm ups but in an actual match he was completely different and focused. The twenty six year old definitely had a future in the business.

Ryder jumped over Ziggler, something Ziggler obviously saw coming because as soon as Ryder landed behind him Ziggler turned and performed a rather good reverse bulldog. Nash cheered and clapped loudly as Ziggler got to his feet and started over toward his corner.

"Come on Z Ry!" I yelled trying to get him to his feet as he slowly started crawling over toward me. I stretched my arm out as far as it would go as Ziggler's hand slapped into Nash's. "Now Ryder lets go man!" The crowd was going nuts; trying to cheer louder and louder to get my partner to his feet. Nash stepped into the ring as Ryder managed to pull himself to his feet and lung toward me. I couldn't help the happy 'YES!' that left my mouth as his hand hit mine. The ref made the signal that the tag had been made and I stepped into the ring.

Suddenly music started playing and out came John Laurinaitis dressed in a referee outfit. I looked at Nash and, to my surprise, found he was just as confused as I was. "I'm sorry for interrupting," the Interm. GM of Raw said as he stepped into the ring "I have decided to referee this match to make sure it's called fairly. Now I'm not accusing anyone of doing anything, it's just incase." He ordered the other ref to leave then nodded for the bell to ring.

'Fair my backside,' I thought as I saw Nash sneak a small glance toward the executive vice president of talent relations. I pushed all thoughts aside and sized up the man in front of me. I held a hand up and motioned for Nash to make the first move. "Bring it," the words ran through my head as I remembered back to sitting in front of the TV watching Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson fighting and using the same hand motion.

Nash lost his smugness and threw a punch. With a quick move of my head I barely missed the hit. My foot came up and slammed into Nash's knee; while my other came up and slammed into the side of his face. With a roll and a quick Kip up I was back on my feet and already feeling the super kick coming up. Just as I went to tune the band up, as it was referred to whenever my father slammed his foot into the mat, John Poopface stepped in front of me and started yelling something at me. I pushed him out of the way and crashed right into Nash's boot for the second time that night. I fell to the mat and could feel my nose move out of place. Nash pulled me onto my feet and his hand closed around my throat. I pulled at his fingers as I began to fell lightheaded. Undertaker and Kane use this move all the time; but they definitely do not use it to actually inflict real pain on their opponents.

I felt myself being lifted off the ground and acted on instinct. My hands came up and grabbed both sides of his head, and then mine slammed into his. Oh yeah, I was going to have a major headache later. I fell to the mat along with Nash and we both laid there for only god knows how long before I had enough air in my lungs to pull myself up. Laurinaitis was bending over Nash, making sure he was okay when I heard an almost animal like growl escape the throat of the man I had known nearly my entire life. In the blink of an eye WWE's vice president of talent relations and Raw GM was thrown into the turnbuckle and fell to the mat like a bag of potatoes. My eyes landed on Nash as he stood up and started toward me.

Just when I thought I was about to be knocked unconscious the crowd started cheering and everyone in the arena turned toward the ramp where none other then the Game was coming toward us in a referee outfit. With a quick glance toward Ryder I found him beating on Ziggler outside the ring next to Cole and Lawler. Nash was busy watching his ex best friend and I knew my window of opportunity was closing, My foot came down, Nash turned around and I took a step forward hoping I could kick high enough to reach the 6'10" needed to win. My foot connected with his jaw and Nash crashed to the ground in shock, surprise, and pain. I grabbed his leg and threw an arm out to cover his shoulders so they couldn't move. Kensi's father fell to the ground and gave the quickest three count I had ever seen in my entire life.

I moved away from Nash and sat in the middle of the ring in shock. Paul came over and pulled me to my feet. After a quick hug I was having my arm held up in the air by the Cerebral Assassin himself. The moment Ryder got into the ring I grabbed his arm and held it up. No mater what had happened, no mater who was the referee I had beat Kevin Nash all on my own; a feat I don't believe any other twenty two year old, just got a WWE contract less then two weeks ago, could ever accomplish.

OMG! I loved writing this chapter! I hope I got all the moves right and Nash's, cole's, King's Ryder's., and Ziggler's attitudes right! PLEASE, PLEASE review! I'd appreciate it very much!