Ok.
So if anything, this match proved that I wasn't invincible like I so proclaimed.
I was lying flat on my back, breathless, before I realized that the ref had just said two.
Out of sheer adrenaline I was able to lift a shoulder off of the mat, and came to a harsh truth.
I needed to tag Punk.
I'd managed to kick Kaitlyn in the gut, which allowed me to crawl my way across the ring to Punk; who was trying to reach me just as desperately.
I was barely an inch from his fingertips, when suddenly his hand disappeared.
Dolph had pulled Punk's legs right out from under him making him smack his head off the apron.
Once Punk regained his composure he quickly started with the punches to Dolph's skull.
I strained to make it to my feet; every muscle in my body screamed for me to stop and just lay down.
If only for a moment.
But my mind refused to give in.
Under me, my legs felt like jelly and I could barely process what was happening in the arena around me.
But what I did see was Kaitlyn charging right for me in the corner.
With instinct kicking in, I slipped my legs between the second and top rope, narrowly escaping her attack.
Within the split second I had between when she hit the turn buckles and when she started to back away, I wretched my aching legs up and kicked her.
Right in the kisser.
With my blood starting to pump, I was able to take advantage of her dazed condition.
I climbed to the top rope, and jumped square on her.
When we landed, I felt my head snap back and crash against the canvas.
But in my head injury didn't hinder me from rolling on top of Kaitlyn and getting the pin.
Next thing I remember, Punk is half carrying me back to the locker room.
"Hey, babe, can you hear me?" Punk asked after I'd plopped my ass on a cool metal chair.
I nodded absentmindedly, just because I could hear him didn't mean I knew what the hell was going on.
"I'm going to go get the medic to check your head out. You hit it pretty hard."
I just kept nodding my head, wanting so badly just to relax on the floor.
Sitting in a chair was way too much work for my battered limbs.
I thought it over for a few moments then collapsed along my chair.
My sweat drenched body slid down the cool steal seat with much ease.
I plopped down on my knees then to my chest.
I didn't even try to cushion the fall.
At that point it didn't really matter.
I laid there for a few moments and just breathed.
Breathing never felt so good.
I hadn't realized how much that match took out of my body until right then.
I would have fallen asleep too, if it weren't for Punk being an awesome boyfriend and bringing the medic to check me out.
"Eli! Are you ok?"
I had to put some effort into rolling on to my back, even though I was ridiculously comfortable on my stomach.
When I'd finally made it onto my back, I looked up to Punk.
Ok, so maybe everyone was taking my utter exhaustion as something more.
"I'm fine. Just really fucking tired." I smiled.
But before I could actually sell my condition, my skull radiated pain like it had just been shot.
I winced and grabbed the back of my head.
At that the medic moved into place opposite Punk, and started shining lights in my eyes.
I'd had my fair share of concussions, but I could just feel this wasn't one.
Or that was what I was praying for.
"I think she's fine. Just a bump on the head. But just to make sure, try not to fall asleep for the next 10 hours or so and don't drink any alcohol."
I sighed.
More so the first bit, but subconsciously the last part too.
"God, I'm so damn exhausted! All I want to do is sleep!" I whined raking my fingers through my hair.
"I think we can come up with some ways to keep you awake?" Punk said earning him a cocked brow from me.
He just smiled that absolutely gorgeous shit-eating-grin.
I couldn't help but smile, even though I was in stupid amounts of pain.
The medic left, but was soon replaced by Kelly.
"Holy shit, are you alright?" she asked from the doorway.
I didn't even get to answer before the locker room was filled with people who were worrying way too much about me.
Tonight was going to be a long night.