Something is telling me that something bad happened. Something really bad. I can hear people yelling and yelling and shouting my name. I want to say something back, but I'm unable to . I can't. Why can't I?
Finally, I'm able to sit up and open my eyes. Three people surround me; Shane McMahon, a doctor, and John Cena.
"Wha...what happened?" I asked, rubbing my head, which hurt. Alot.
"You got hit," McMahon said, "By a metal chair."
"Who did it?" I asked immediatly.
"Victoria," Cena awnsered.
"We already did our match?" I asked. It was supposed to be Cena and I against Victoria and Edge.
"It was supposed to start in a half hour," McMahon awnsered.
"Then I'll do it," I said, getting up.
I went to walk out of the room, Cena grabbed my arm.
"I can't let you do that," He stated.
"I've made up my mind," I said, jerking my arm from his grip,"Weather or not you come with me, I'm competing."
"It's not smart to compete; you almost had a cuncussion," The doctor chimed in.
"I'm going to get ready," I said, ignoring him, "You can compete with me Cena. But it's your choice."
Every diva in the locker room tried to talk me out of it, since they saw Victoria hit me in the back of the head with a metal chair when I hadn't been looking. Ashley had gotten frustrated with my determination, and called my uncle.
And my uncle called me, but I didn't awnser it. I knew he'd flip out if I did awnser it.
Several minutes later, I stood next to Cena in the ring, wearing; A camoflauge mini-skirt with black spankies underneath, and a green tank top and black fishnet stockings.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cena asked as Victoria and Edge came down to Edge's music.
"I've made up my mind, Cena," I growled, not taking my eyes off Victoria as she came down the ramp. My fists were clenched.
"At least let me-" He began but was stopped short when I took off.
I ran, as fast as I could across the ring, doing a suicide dive over the top rope and onto Victoria AND Edge, taking them both down.
"WHOLEY SHIT! WHOLEY SHIT! WHOLEY SHIT!" Chanted the crowd as I grabbed Victoria by the hair, throwing her into the ring.
I jumped onto the top steel step and got in as the bell rung, officially starting the match.
I garden stomped her untill the referee stopped me. I stepped ontop of her hair, grabbing her arms and pulling them, hard.
"Get off of the hair!" Patton, the referee yelled in a tone of voice that said "Shit, She's going to be a handful tonight."
I waited untill he counted to four to get off of her hair.
I ran to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top one, about to do a backflip.
"Don't do it!" Cena urged, "Victoria just tagged Edge!"
I turned my head, and sure enough, it was true. I jumped down, turning to face Edge. He attempted to do a clothesline, but I ducked under his arm and ran across the ring.
Again, as I turned around, he tried a clothesline, but AGAIN, I ducked under his arm, but he caught me in backwards bear hug.
I tried everything to get out of his grip, but he was just to strong for me. And I couldn't breath. AT ALL. Just when I thought that my head was going to explode from air loss, he leg go, and slapped my ass.
I gasped, spinning on my heels to slap him across the face.
But he grabbed my wrist, almost easily, then pushed me back into my corner.
I felt a light smack on the shoulder, and I ducked under the ropes and Cena got in.
For the first time since the match started, I let myself rest. It was clear that Cena was going to dominate the blonde haired Canadian.
Then Victoria got in from ten feet from my right, so she had her back turned to me.
I ran in, dropping to my knees behind her, just as Cena dropped to his knees behind Edge. We both did a roll-up pin on our opponent at the exact same time
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And at the same time, both Cena and I stood up.
"And here are your winners...the team of John Cena and Natalie" Lillian Garcia said as both of our hands were raised. Cena's music began.
"I got the pin," I stated as we got onto the bus.
"Oh, so you want to start another argument?" Cena said, cocking an eyebrow.