Kaila
Eh? Soon to be dead bitch say what? JJ 'gainst Mark Henry. No disrespect to the girl but he'll squish her flatter than a pancake. And as for me going up 'gainst Kane. You're having a freaking laugh if you think I can take him on in this condition especially with his rampage he's got going. He weighs over 300lbs and is 7 feet tall. Compare those to me weighing significantly less and I'm 5"7. Not exactly fair. Wait, a minute, let me rephrase that. How in the name of God is that freaking fair? I can't face him 100% and now you want me to fight him when I'm barely half okay? Jeez woman, you really gotta tone down the hate. I know I'm hateable but even Acey Schmacey wouldn't put me 'gainst Kane. Of all people. Grr. Ted finally came back to the locker room after some persuasion from JJ as he was not a happy chappy bout this match, trust me, I got the worst half. The bitch. I wasn't really concentrating on JJ's match but I could tell it wasn't going all that well from Ted's facial expressions. Luckily I had sent for some help in Paul. I had my fingers on my temple trying to stop the annoying pounding in my head. "Kai. Kaili, you okay?" I could just about hear it.
"Yeah. I'm fine baby boy." I murmured. Cody was getting worried cuz I wasn't being my normal self. It's kinda normal when you've just been beaten by 15 superstars at once. I felt Cody hug me, putting his head on my shoulder. I kissed his temple and leant my head against his. Normally we'd get lectured bout this but Ted was too caught up in the match to notice. Both our heads shot up when we heard the door click open and Ted run out. I turned to see the monitor and saw Paul helping JJ out of the ring. I stood up and was immediately overcome with dizziness. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have declined that medical help. But I hate all things medical and I know that's a job thing where you gotta deal with it, and I also knew the risks when I joined this business. I joined this place cuz of my love for the sport. Not cuz I wanted fame. That just comes with. Cody caught me within seconds. "Thanks." I reached for my bag and dug out my title, my reflection looking straight at me with a scowl on her face.
"Kaili, I don't think you should be doing this." I know where Cody's coming from. And it kills me to go against him. But a Danica sadly never backs away from a challenge and I know that could probably screw me over, like it is now. I almost snapped at him out of instinct but I remembered who I was speaking to before talking.
"Cody. I get where you're coming and I love that you want me to stay safe. But I don't back away from a challenge and Williams is challenging me. I know you always say that'll screw me over like it is now but I am strong enough to get over the hurdle and straight on to the javelin." I set the title down and took Cody's hands within mine. "I promise to be careful. I swear. It's not like I'm not going to have back up. I have the whole locker room on my side. Every dude on the roster has got my back and anyone can see the odds are stacked way too high against me. I know how much you care and believe me that's a huge part in my life but I want to show how much skill I have and sitting on a injured tush is not going to help. So look, I promise I will go careful and try not to break my bones." I never go back on my promises. Never. I don't know why but I just felt the need for a hug and that is what I did.
"I love you so much Kaili." He whispered into my hair before kissing my head. I released Cody and kissed him.
"I love you more than you can imagine. I better get going. Time to go kick ass." I slid off my jacket and tied up my black hair. I took a deep breath and grabbed my title before bolting it to Gorilla. All American Nightmare started playing and I walked out.
"This match is set for one fall, she's your Divas Champion, from New York, New York, Kai Rhodes!" I held my title above my head, smiling. I was still pissed as hell but I put it aside for the fans. I mean really? Are you having a freaking laugh? You've got to be bloody joking. I plonked it on my shoulder and walked down the ramp trying to hide the fear as I did. I slapped a few hands and slid into the ring despite my body's protests to freaking stop. I climbed to the turnbuckle and held my title high, beaming. I loved the title like it was a child. I'd held it enough times it practically was. I climbed down and handed my title to a ringsider. I took deep breaths as I loosened up my limbs waiting for the muzic cut. I almost jumped out of my skin when Kane's muzic played.
"Oh good lord." I murmured as Kane, in his ultimate scaryness walked down the ramp. I slid out of the ramp to avoid early repercussions. The ref motioned for me to get back in and I obliged gingerly, still hurting and very afraid. Time to get beat graciously. The bell rung and we circled. 'Kai' chants echoed throughout the arena and I felt my spirits lifted. "Let's do this thing." We locked up and he pushed me to the turnbuckle easily. As he got backed off, I landed a dropkick to his midsection and kicked his jaw. Which only made him angry. "Oh hell." He put his giant hands on my shoulders and lifted me carelessly and slung me back down straight onto my aching tailbone. "Bollocks." I got up and backed into the turnbuckle. He came running at me and I was half convinced to stay down, but I'm Kaila Runnels, and I don't give up that easily. Never. Nu-huh. I moved out of the way so his shoulder went straight to the metal post. He slid out, massaging it looking very pissed off. Okay, maybe I should have declined this challenge. I'm headstrong. Can't be helped. I went to kick his jaw again and he grabbed my ankle before it could connect. "Blast." I ended up hopping like a weird kangaroo. I grabbed his hands and swung round, pulling him forward face first to snog the mat. He slammed the mat and got up. He gave me a big boot and went for the cover. 1. 2. I shot my arm up like my life depended on it. Not because it did, but not my reputation was. "Not a freaking chance." But my back decided to be a bitch and reignite Ryan's old scars as well as my current pains. He put his hand round my throat and manoeuvred my arm for the chokeslam. I felt the ring shake and I looked around in despair. "Cena, you old git. Bloody help me!" He didn't need to hear anything else as he jumped into the ring distracting Kane and started punching him like there was no tomorrow. I better get injury for this. The bell rung and Justin announced Kane as the winner. Just as that happened, Cena hit Kane with the AA. Thank you Cena. Never thought I'd be saying that one. Ah well. First time for everything. John helped me up from the mat, where Kane had decided to drop me for fun.
"Kaila. Yoohoo. Kaila." My freaking days! Fuck off you slag. If looks could kill, god how would she die. In a tank of ice cold water, after drinking a cyanide pill whilst swimming with man eating sharkies. Drenched in blood as well. Mwahah. "I may have forgot to mention, next week you have a match 'gainst Randy Orton and it's a no DQ." I could've bolted my way into her office and fucking beat the bitch to death. She continued with this and I definitely would. I limped to the other side of the ring and asked for a mic.
"Okay, you hate me. I get it. I mean, our little rivalry, feud, whatever you want to call it kinda spelt that to me last year. But now, god knows how this happened, you're the freaking GM and then you bloody decide to play let's try and kill Kai. I mean, I've played that game plenty of times and I know the rules. So here's an idea for you. Lay off. I'm bloody injured like hell and can't fight another match tonight nor next week. So whatever your little plans include, count me out. Actually, I got something better. Lay off on me and the crew. We want matches, we'll ask for them. Don't pile the odds 20 feet tall against us. And I swear, if you come here looking like you just dunked your face into a huge bag of cheesy doritos again, I will seriously have to consider- scratch, I will probably end up killing you. And I certainly for sure, won't be the only one in line. If you want to hate me, grab a ticket and get in line. I got other things to deal with. Holla and shut up." I dropped the mic after my little rant and limped up the ramp, alone thanks to Cena who was long gone.