The day of SummerSlam had finally arrived. Team WWE sat in their locker room discussing their main event match with the Nexus. Gabrielle sat beside John Cena, her right hand bandaged neatly. She had needed stitches for the worst of the cuts; her hand throbbed dully with pain, but she welcomed it. Being right handed, she knew she would be inflicting more pain with that hand than she was feeling, and that would be very soon. After John brought her back to her room yesterday morning, she had gone back to sleep and dreamt of Kane. He was asleep on a plane, and he was dreaming of her. She tried to speak to him, but he couldn't hear her. After she had woke up, she thought how strange that dream had been; Kane surely wasn't on a plane, after all….was he?
"So that's it, guys," John was saying. "If we can just isolate each one of them, we can take them out one by one. I know it's not going to be easy, though." Edge snorted and looked at Chris Jericho, who smirked back at him. Gabrielle looked at Edge with one raised eyebrow; he saw her gaze and quickly looked away. As much as she had tried to get along with all of them, she would never like Edge, not after what Kane had told her. "Does anyone have anything else they want to add to this?" Cena asked the group. John Morrison, R-Truth, and the Great Khali shook their heads. Bret Hart shook his. Jericho looked at Cena for a moment, and Gabrielle silently dared him to say something sarcastic. Instead, Jericho shook his head slowly. Edge was last to shake his head. "We'll do what we have to do," he said quietly. Cena clapped his hands together. "All right then. I guess it's time to just sit back and wait." Gabrielle looked up at the clock on the wall; it was just after 8 pm, and the show had just begun. "Nothing to do but wait," she muttered to herself softly. Revenge was only 2 hours away…
The plane landed, and Kane woke up abruptly. He had dreamt of Gabrielle, as always; he wanted to bury his face in her hair, hold her close and worship her body with his lips. When all this insanity was over, he intended to do exactly that. He wanted to find a hotel room and lock the two of them inside for at least a day, maybe two. They had a lot of catching up to do.
He looked at his watch and saw it was just after 8 pm. Damn it! The pay per view had just started, and it was going to be hell trying to get a cab to the Staples Center. As luck would have it, however, he got the first cab he hailed. He told the cabbie his destination and handed the guy a hundred dollar bill. The cabbie stared in amazement. "That's gonna be way more than the fare, even for a tip, big fella," he said. Kane shrugged. "Keep the change. Just get me there as quick as you can." The cabbie's eyes lit up. "You got it!" he said jovially, and drove off. Kane sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. I'm coming, Gabrielle, he thought to himself. Just hold on, my love…just hold on…
10:03 pm. Gabrielle heard the Nexus' music hit; the rest of the group stood up. "That's our cue," Cena said. They all walked out to the entrance. Cena's music hit and the team walked out. The first thing that struck Gabrielle was the crowd; she had never seen so many people in one place in her entire life and it was a little overwhelming at first. The roar from the crowd was deafening as Team WWE walked down the ramp towards the ring. She saw the Nexus standing there and that red fog of rage began to sink over her vision. Not yet. I don't need you just yet. Wait. Watch. Her vision cleared. The ring announcer was calling off all their names; when he called her name, the crowd screamed in delight. She looked around and saw several signs the fans had made of her, one a beautifully drawn portrait of her and Kane. She wished she could ask the fan for that sign after the match, but she knew she was going to have other things on her mind…namely bashing the smirk off of Wade Barrett's face. She took her place beside the ring, ready to assist if any of the team needed her…or even if they didn't…
10:05 pm. Kane ran through the backstage area, frantically searching for Gabrielle. The cab had run into a huge snarl of traffic and they had been late getting to the arena. The cabbie kept apologizing over and over, afraid he was going to lose his tip; Kane ignored his pleas and shoved another hundred in the guy's face as he jumped out of the cab "Thanks mister!" the cabbie yelled, but Kane didn't hear him. He found Rey Misterio coming out of one dressing room. "Where is she?" Kane asked, trying not to raise his voice too much. Rey gaped but knew exactly who Kane was talking about. "Their match just started a few minutes ago. I just looked at it on the closed circuit. Nothing's really going on right now." Kane turned to go, then stopped. "Is she okay?" "Yes. She's standing ringside, just watching. If you want to go watch it with me, you can keep an eye on everything. No use rushing out there right now." Kane looked at the smaller man and nodded. "Sure…okay." Rey was right; he should just wait. As long as he could see the action and keep an eye on his beloved, he could wait til the match was over. They went back into the dressing room to watch the match…
Like a disease/spreading death/erasing your existence….Lyrics from Slayer's latest ran through her brain as she watched the match. David Otunga, Heath Slater, and Skip Sheffield had all been eliminated from the Nexus; R-Truth, the Great Khali, and Bret Hart had been eliminated from Team WWE. Jericho was in the ring with his former protégé Wade Barrett, and it looked like Jericho had the upper hand, at least for now. That hope was quickly erased, however, when Barrett got Jericho in the Wasteland and pinned him. Gabrielle smacked the side of the ring with her left hand; fucking useless Jericho! It was 4 on 3 now; Barrett, Tarver, Gabriel, and Young against Cena, Morrison, and Edge. Barrett tagged in Gabriel as Morrison came into the ring. That pairing quickly ended as Morrison hit Starship Pain on Gabriel and pinned him, evening up the odds. Gabrielle looked on as Tarver stepped into the ring; Morrison stayed in on the defense. She looked up at Cena and Edge; Cena felt her gaze and looked back, smiling a bit. She nodded at him and they both turned back to watch the match….
Kane sat on the edge of his chair the whole time, just waiting for Gabrielle to enter the fray or for one of the Nexus to go over and start something with her. Neither happened, but his tension didn't go away. Every time the camera focused on Gabrielle, his heart wanted to burst. He wanted to run out there and scoop her up, taking her away…but he couldn't. He knew she would never forgive him if he did that; he could see the intensity of her gaze and knew she wanted revenge. He couldn't allow her to do that at the cost of getting hurt, however; so he would continue his vigil….
2 on 1. Barrett and Tarver against Cena. Tarver was in the ring with Cena; Gabrielle stood by, watching, waiting. If John was going to get double-teamed, she wouldn't let it happen. John locked the STF on Tarver, who tapped almost immediately. Barrett slid in the ring and leapt onto Cena's back. Suddenly, the rest of the Nexus reappeared as if by a silent signal. They got into the ring and began beating Cena; the referee signaled for the bell, disqualifying the Nexus. It didn't matter; it had never been their intention to win cleanly. Gabrielle couldn't take it anymore; she got into the ring and grabbed the first one she could get her hands on, who happened to be Darren Young. She forearmed him across the face and gave him a super kick that knocked two teeth out of his mouth. That small victory was short-lived, however, as Wade Barrett grabbed her by the hair. She fought to try to get out of his grip, but couldn't. He held a microphone in his other hand. He dragged her around to look at Cena, who was handcuffed to the ropes. "Now, you meddling bitch," Barrett snarled. "I'm going to let Cena and the rest of the world watch as the Nexus does what we should have done the night we beat the hell out of Kane. You were the brains of that outfit all along, and we're going to make an example of you to any other Diva that wants to get involved in our business." He dropped the microphone and turned her around to face him. Her green eyes were wide with rage. "Do what you will," she growled at him. "Just know that I'm going to make you bleed no matter what."
And then she spit in his face.
Barrett stood there for a moment, then wiped off her saliva, shaking his head as if to say she shouldn't have done that. He slung her to the mat hard….
…and then the pyros went off. It seemed as if the very gates of Hell itself had opened. Kane's music was playing, and Barrett turned around in disbelief. The Big Red Machine was coming down the ring, and he did not look at all injured, except for the cast around his left arm. His face was that of a demon, teeth bared in rage. The rest of the Nexus was scattered in his wake. He got into the ring, and that was when Gabrielle took the opportunity to low-blow Barrett as hard as she could. His eyes flew open in pain and surprise; he fell to his knees, grabbing at his wounded middle. She jumped on him, knocking him on his back, and began punching him with her right hand. Blood began to fly from his nose and also from the stitches she had popped open on her hand. She hit him for what seemed like forever, then hands took her by the shoulders and pulled her away. The red fog of rage had fallen completely over her, and she whirled around, raising her bloody hand.
Kane stood there.
Gabrielle lowered her hand slowly and stared back at him. They looked at each other as if really seeing each other for the first time. She raised her right hand again tentatively and touched his face. She raised the other hand, as if wanting to ensure he was really there, and held his face in both hands. He touched her hair gently, then bent down and kissed her softly. He didn't care that they were standing in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans, he didn't care that John Cena was still handcuffed to the ropes, watching the scene play out with unreadable eyes. The only thing that mattered was Gabrielle, that he was finally here with her. Her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him close. They finally broke the kiss, looking into each other's eyes. Then they embraced, Gabrielle mindful of his broken arm.
Gabrielle turned back to look at John, remembering that he was there. She took Kane by the hand as she walked over to Cena. In his haste, Barrett had dropped the handcuff keys on the mat, and she picked them up, unlocking the cuffs. John rubbed his wrist, then looked up at Kane towering over him; the Big Red Monster's gaze was locked on Gabrielle. Gabrielle took John's hand and helped him up. The three of them stood there looking at each other, then Cena extended his hand to Kane. Kane looked at the hand and for one horrible moment, Cena thought Kane was just simply going to beat the shit out of him and leave him laying. Then Kane's face split in a grin and he grabbed Cena's hand, shaking it. Gabrielle smiled at them both…
Sorry to leave this chapter like this, but I just couldn't get it finished before the Bengals/Cowboys game!(I love football!)Hopefully I can get another chapter posted sometime this week. Don't worry, the show ain't over yet!