Chapter Twenty-Seven - The Big One
I could feel my eyelids getting heavier as I fought a losing battle against sleep, my head rested against the backseat window while I looked out to the rainy Chicago city on the way to the airport. Calling the past week tough was an understatement; I'd had 4 Axxess matches, 8 autograph signings, 2 Make a Wish Foundation meet and greets, WWE2K14 press conference and meeting plus 3 final show run-throughs and the Hall of Fame Ceremony. The only reason I was still functioning was on the adrenaline rush from the past few hours.
I ran down the ramp, my new Diva's title securely around my waist. I pushed my way past Wade's group and the 'security' that refrained them from getting closer to the ring. Wade had Punk in a tight headlock on the mat, "Let's go Punk!" I clapped my hands above my head and the rowdy Chicago crowd joined me, Punk fought out of the headlock and nailed Wade with a hard kick to the chest but he was distracted by the commotion at the top of the ramp. The group had started to resist the security, Punk turned to watch his hands gripping the top rope, and they broke free of the security running down to the ring only pausing when the ref exited the ring standing between Punk and the group.
"If you come any closer I will disqualify Wade and he will lose his title."
They glanced at each other rethinking their plan; this was my cue to slid into the ring. I stood next the Punk and removed my title from my waist.
"Sydney, I don't want to have this conversation again."
"As if I was going to stay in the back."
"Just stay back."
He ushered me behind him and I took two steps back still holding the title in my hands,
"I've got to win this title."
He turned around and was meet by my title to the bridge of his nose. The crowd booed in disbelief. I stood above Punk, taking in the view of his crumbled body. I tilted my head to the side and gave a devilish smile and chuckled as sinisterly as I could. I threw my title out of the ring and ran over to Wade, I knelt next to him and shook him and gave his face a few light slaps,
"Get up!"
I helped pull him to his feet and rolled back out of the ring, the ref had quickly re-entered and gave the three count for Wade's victory. The crowd had become rowdy in defense of their hometown hero. I walked back up the ramp, Wade's group parted as I walked through smiles plastered on their face. It dawned upon me that I might have stolen the show tonight. I paused before I exited the arena; I glanced behind me and gave another evil grin. Wade had followed me up the ramp and stood next to me and pointed at Punk before wrapping his arm around my waist and dipped my body and gave me a deep kiss.
The kiss. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I rubbed my eyes in frustration.
"Has this week finally caught up on you?"
"I think so. I can't wait to get to the hotel in Philly."
"Me too. Was it just me or was the crowd ready to murder us?"
I turned to face Wade and laughed,
"Is it wrong that I liked it?"
"You can't help it if your a natural bad guy. I think our storyline is going to attract some big heat from the crowd."
"I hope so. While we have this chance to talk. Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Not at all."
"It's not going to be awkward working together."
"I hope not, your professional and I'm professional. It's all in the past. No problems?" He took his eyes of the road and gave me a crooked smile.
"No problem." For the moment.
