"Being accompanied to the ring by Deanna, the Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe!" I held back a groan as I followed him up the ramp and out in front of the crowd. This was the second time I had to come out here with this guy and it was really starting to shit me. "Comeon." He mumbled, walking toward the ring through the crowd entrance. Something about his connection with the fans, blah, blah, blah, yawn.
We climbed up to the ring and he held the rope open for me. It took me a second to realize that he was doing something nice. "Ladies first." He said quietly before I crouched through the ropes, still a little shocked. I heard him chuckle as he climbed in after me, despite the screams and cheers of the crowd. He picked up a mic from one of the stage hands and adjusted the collar of his sports jacket. "Now you all know what's been going down with Steiner and I, he's runnin' around attacking defenseless women, sending his cronies to try and do the job, but I got some news for you Scotty. You and your woman, and your mini me ain't got shit on-"
Suddenly music hit, It was Scott and Rhaka and Petey standing at the top of the ramp with these odd smiles on their faces. "You know Joe, you can talk yourself up all you want. Your title this and your title that, but you, in no way, can measure up to me Joe. I mean look at yourself-" "Your an old man, Steiner and I'm gonna show you that it's time to stand down. Speakin' of which, I'm gonna give you one last chance to take our match at Bound for Glory off the card... I'll give you tonight to think about it, but after to night the offer is off the table-" Scott raised his mic to his hideous goatee. A sickening smile came to his lips as he spoke. "And Speaking of tables..."
The crowd reacted to the three men who walked out of the opposite entrance, greeting them with boos and 'You Suck' chants. Team 3D and Johnny Devine grinned as they pulled out three tables from under the ring, setting them up around the ring as they laughed and high fived like some stupid frat party. "Now the way I see it is, you're askin' me to back down because you know you can't beat me. And the way I see it is, we out number you and your pretty little girlfriend 6 to 2 so-" Scott held the mic away from his mouth for a moment as he laughed. "You're ass is going through a table." He began to walk down to the ring, along with Petey as Rhaka walked slowly behind.
"Oh my god." I whispered, stepping back to hit the ropes. "Don't worry." Joe whispered to me, Scott stood up on the side of the ring mic in hand, "That is, unless you hand over that tasty little piece." Steiner said, pointing his gross little finger in my direction. I knew what was coming next, Joe would throw me to the wolves if it would protect his precious little title. "No."
Scott, Petey and I all wore the same expression. "Come again?" It was me who said it, and Joe turned his face to look at me. "No." He said, looking right in my eyes as he grabbed my arm, pushing me behind him, protecting me. Steiner removed his sunglasses and groaned. "Look, Joe. We can do this the easy way, or we can-" "We can do it my way, Steiner." Joe spoke, dangerous and low. " "You can try and intimidate me all you want, but you're not getting the girl." I think I was about as shocked as Steiner was. He climbed into the ring and I flinched. Joe wrapped an arm around me and for some reason I felt safe, even with the three guys around the ring totally looking up my dress. "Don't panic, amada." I looked at him, he just called me sweetheart. He was being nice to me. Now, that was scary. Joe wouldn't stand down, even when we were severely out numbered, that was almost as scary.
Music hit, and the crowd went crazy. It was Christian, Rhino and AJ. They ran down to attack The three men standing outside the ring, destroying them almost instantly. "I'm gonna kill him." Joe spoke, letting go of me. I grabbed him, knowing that Joe was good but not against two on one good. "Joe, please, let's just go." He turned and nodded, helping me out of the ring as he shot a glare to Steiner that could freeze hell over.
The second we got backstage everything was silent, and so awkward. "Um, I guess I'll see you later." "Um, yes." "Okay, bye."