Here is the actual Chapter 6- lol. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Three weeks have passed. We are finally in Phoenix, and boy is Royal Rumble weekend something else.

The fans are crazier, the press is much more suffocating, and the pressure is much more intense than it was back in War Games.

That didn't stop me then though. It's not going to stop me ever.

Luckily, Cheree was with me for pretty much the whole way because she was in a rivalry for her respective title against Shayna. She's pretty much my on the go therapist, and I love her for it.

No one public knew of our relationship yet. We've managed to keep it a secret, but it's only for Cheree's sake, as she's not too comfortable in sharing yet. I'm ready to share, but I understand where she is coming from, so I'm just going to roll with it. I respect and love her too much to disrespect her boundaries.

We managed to keep our distance in public, as the autograph signings were just kicking off and the lines were long as fuck.

I was in the same booth as Trevor and Austin, and the signings were pretty much a blur with all the pictures and fans.

After two hours or so, I look over to Trevor, "Is this how it's like all the time?"

He nods, still signing a picture for a fan, "Yep. Every time there is a Takeover."

I groan, whispering, "I have a fucking headache."

He snickers, but doesn't say anything as the day rolls on.

Eventually, towards the last hour where the line is closing down and the last fans are approaching our booth, and I see one fan at the very end of the line who looks very nervous and is looking around at the Royal Rumble annex panels, but that's pretty much all the fans, so I don't think any further.

When it gets to the fan, he hands me his photograph, but he doesn't say anything like others do, so I try with some talk, "How are doing today bud?"

"Good," he mutters.

"What's your name?"

"Umm.. Harry.."

"Hi Harry. Where you travel from?"

Harry seems to become more comfortable, "Houston."

"Cool. Were you able to make it for War Games?"

"Yeah… your match with Ricochet was pretty sick."

"Oh yeah?" I say, smacking Trevor's shoulder, "did you hear that? Our fan Harry here liked our match at War Games."

Trevor smiles, grabbing Harry's photograph, "In that case, let me get in on the action."

He signs and Austin reaches across from me and grabs it, "Me three."

Harry just stood there in awe as all three of us signed the photo and gave it back to him, "Sweet!"

"You want a picture?" I asked.

Harry nods, pulling out his phone and taking the picture, "Nice! Thank you guys! Isaac, I hope you beat Dream tomorrow."

With that, he walked off and I laugh at his remark, with Trevor saying, "Look at you- good guy Isaac."

"I didn't know you had a heart," Austin adds.

'Shut the fuck up."

We all laugh.

'Are you alright?"

I sit in the backstage area, dressed in my full gear, earning a shoulder massage from Cheree, "Yeah, of course, I'm fine."

"Hey, you are starting the show off again.. at least you can get out of the way."

"That's a good way to look at it," I say, looking at her, "thank you, babe."

She kisses my cheek, "My pleasure. That's my job, isn't it?"

"My personal stress reliever? Absolutely."

Cheree finishes her massage and sits next to me, "So, have you talked to Pat?"

"Yep. We got everything straight before tonight. I just want to be sure, because you know Pat."

"I do. By the way, did Shayna ever tell you anything about our match?"

"Nope, nothing. Why?"

"No reason," Cheree says, dismissing it.

She lays her head into the crook of my shoulder, resting as I see Pat sit next to me, "Any better with your nerves?"

"Man, my nerves will always be there, but I'm ready if that's what you are asking."

"Don't worry, if Isaac messes up, I'll beat him up for you," Cheree says, eyes still closed.

I look at her in shock horror, "I can't believe you have so little faith in me."

Pat laughs, "Don't worry, I won't beat him up. I will only beat him up in our match."

I punch his shoulder, "That's the spirit."

Pat looks at the backstage clock, "We've got about 30 minutes until we start."

"The crowd is starting to pick up," I say, "so that means we better start getting ready."

Cheree sits up, putting her hands on my cheeks, "You'll be fine, right?"

"Of course," I answer, giving her a kiss and standing up next to Pat, "let's go."

"Go get 'em tiger," Cheree says, winking as I walk away, shaking my head and smiling.

A short time later and the 30 minutes pass by, and it's time.

I make sure to have my NXT North American Title around my waist and my jungle mask in my right hand, waiting for the opening promo for the event and just trying to get mentally ready like I always do.

The promo goes by, the audience becomes blaring loud, and then the lights go off, and Patrick walks by me, giving me a pat on the shoulder as he does.

I take a breath, and I get in the zone. It's showtime.

The lights go off and the crowd becomes silent, as a purplish glow overtakes the Talking Stick Resort Arena.

"It looks like we are starting off with a bang here gentlemen for the NXT North American title, but I have no idea what this is…" Mauro Renallo begins as the purple glow just takes over the arena and the stage, and then the Velveteen Dream's music hits.

The crowd comes alive, and Percy Watson says, "Here comes the Dream!"

Velveteen Dream comes out onto the stage, dressed in gear that resembles his outrageous personality.

"It looks like Dream is dressed like Ricky "the Dragon" Steamboat!" Nigel McGuiness says, laughing at the same time.

He in fact was, but instead of the white tights, it is purple, still with the dragon wrapped around his hip area and on his boots. He also has the headband and the dragon wings as a part of his attire, which is also purple.

The attire makes the crowd cheer in recognition in Dream's creativity.

"Hopefully Velveteen Dream can become the Dragon in this match, because he's going to need it guys, especially against someone like Isaac "Ruin" Ruiz." Mauro says.

"He's got potential, like he's had in his other opportunities, but he's got to work extremely hard to get that title." Percy responds.

"What's to say he hasn't already done that?" Nigel exclaims, "Did you not forget that he had pinned the NXT Champion in order to be here?"

"I'm not pushing aside his talent," Percy defends, "but this is a different environment, under the big lights, and he just has to prove it."

Dream gets in the ring, doing his whole spiel, duplicating Steamboat's whole act, which gets a kick out of everyone, before his theme goes off and he continues to act all cocky.

Then, X Ambassadors blares through, and the crowd pops as loud as they did for Dream, and Ruiz comes out in his mask and all.

"Here is the man of the hour, Isaac "Ruin" Ruiz…" Mauro says.

'This man has been the talk for the past few months. Coming straight from the indies, earning an immediate title shot and winning the title straight off of the former champion, Ricochet- which begs the question, will Ruiz keep the title beyond tonight?" Percy rambles.

Ruiz gets the crowd pumped as Nigel says, "He has to go through the Dream tonight, but as we've seen from him since his debut, the kid has tons of charisma and talent, and if he does what he did against Ricochet last Takeover, he should come out as the victor. Still, the Dream is no small task."

"Could've said it better myself, Nigel," Mauro says, as Ruiz reaches the apron and takes his mask off, getting a huge crowd ovation and a huge smile erupts on his face.

He looks straight into Dream and his smile vanishes in an instant, entering through the ropes, not keeping his eyes off of him.

Ruiz raises the title over his head, making sure Dream got the message before handing it to the ref, and yanking his jacket off.

Mike Rowe goes through the introductions, and gets the hell out of dodge before the bell rings, starting the match and NXT Takeover: Phoenix.

"Here we go gentlemen, the moment we've been waiting for since weeks ago when Dream earned this opportunity," Mauro starts off, "and the crowd is eating it up!"

Mauro was right, as the crowd chants "Ruiz!" and "Velveteen!" back and forth, giving this match a big fight feel.

Both men approach each other cautiously, interacting in a wrestling hold, which Ruiz wins and gets Dream onto one knee.

"Now guys, who do you think has the strength advantage in this," Mauro asks, "because we all know these guys can fly around the ring."

"Ruiz showed spurts of it against Ricochet, but Dream has proven that he is the stronger," Nigel explains as Ruiz is dropped by a counter shoulder charge by Dream, "as displayed right there."

Dream bounces back off the ropes, jumping over Ruiz, who stands and jumps over him as he runs back, and when Dream comes back again, Ruiz does a back flip off of Dream's chest, landing on his feet and delivering a step up enzuigiri.

"There is the athleticism on display right there gentlemen," Mauro says, as Ruiz bounces off the ropes and hits a basement dropkick on a dazed Dream, who drops on the mat and Ruiz gets a quick one count pin.

"This is how the match basically started last time for Ruiz, but it was the other way round. He has more of a sense of urgency this time around, knowing he's got a title to defend," Nigel says, as Ruiz places Dream in another headlock on the ground.

Dream struggles to get out of Ruiz's clutches, trying to reach the ropes but to no avail.

The crowd begins clapping, trying to get Dream into this, as he fights his way up, elbowing Ruiz in the ribs, then getting free, unleashing a wave of punches.

"Velveteen Dream is fighting back," Nigel says, as Dream gets momentum going, delivering a clothesline and a dropkick, nailing Ruiz on the mat and getting a quick pin of his own.

Dream stands, taunting over the champion, and swiveling his hips, but not before Ruiz does a quick kip up and stares him straight in the face, earning an ovation from the crowd and a look of shock on the face of the Velveteen Dream.

Ruiz smirks and wiggles his eyebrows, yelling, "Come on!"

Dream did, swinging a right hand, but Ruiz dodges, and wraps his arms around the Dream's waist and delivers a German Suplex, landing like they both were in concrete.

"If you had any doubts about Ruiz's strength, you don't have them anymore!" Percy exclaims.

Ruiz gets up, lifting Dream up from his knees into a powerbomb position, making the crowd stand in awe of his strength, including Mauro, "Look at the powweeerrr….. and the slam from Ruiz! Cover… Dream kicks out at two!"

Ruiz slams the mat, taking advantage of Dream being on the rails by lifting him up and taking him to the turnbuckle, lifting him to the top and preparing for a superplex.

Dream fights back and makes Ruiz drop off of the top, holding his face, but when he looks back, Dream jumps and hits a double axe handle, dropping Ruiz, who rolls out of the ring.

Velveteen begins to get fired up, climbing to the top and waiting for Ruiz to get up, and when he does, he attempts another axe handle, but Ruiz counters with a knee strike, crippling Dream basically unconscious on the mat.

Ruiz grabs Dream's limp body, throwing him in the ring and stretching his neck out, before sliding in.

"Ruiz has the upper hand here, and he's got the Dream reeling," Mauro says, but not before in a split second, Dream pops up and gets Ruiz in a Dream Valley Driver and hits it.

"Ah hah, look at that!" Nigel says, joyous for Dream's smart tactic.

"Dream is going up to the top, he looks to hit the Purple Rainmaker and end it quickly," Mauro says, with Velveteen Dream doing his hip swivel.

In a split second, as in revenge, Ruiz turns on his back and does a kip up, and rushes to jump straight up and lands a Frankensteiner and the crowd goes nuts and Mauro yells, "MAMMA MIA!"

I have adrenaline coursing through my veins and the noise of the crowd is helping get me pumped up.

I make sure to stare daggers at Patrick as he stands from the impact, and I landed my combination of strikes as soon as he looks at me- the knee, forearm, elbow and the superkick that makes him fall flat on his back, and I've got the open window I've been looking for.

I exit the ring and climb up to the top, making sure my balance is secure and I jump, landing the Phoenix Splash straight onto Patrick, earning a pop from the crowd, and the ref slides in for the count.

"1!"

"2!"

Patrick kicks out and the crowd goes crazy, and I look at the ref in disbelief as I could feel the ring shake.

I get on two knees, trying to formulate a plan. I grab Patrick by the neck, but he rolls me up in a small package, but only gets a two count.

We both get up and he delivers a Bionic Elbow, alas Dusty Rhodes, which recoils me onto the ground and earns the crowd to stand up as I hold my forehead, just looking at him.

Then, he begins to wave his arms up and down like a dragon and I stand in fury, and Dream takes advantage and swoops in a circle for a neckbreaker.

I hold onto my neck in pain as Pat climbs to the top, and I stand up, spoiling his plans for a Purple Rainmaker, but he hits Steamboat's classic crossbody, and I fall onto the mat and Patrick rolls into a pin in one succession.

I kick out at two, and I stand up, but not before meeting a Dream superkick and falling once again, and I see from my peripherals that he was climbing the turnbuckle.

I prepare my body, because I know that this is going to hurt.

He does his whole hip swivel charade and hits the elbow square on my chest.

I flop on the mat in pain, and Dream covers me with the crowd counting…

"1!"

"2!"

I kick out, and the crowd at this point is loud as fuck as I lay in a limp state, trying to save my energy and look exhausted as fuck.

I see Pat arguing with the ref, which means he's getting his spot, and then picks me up, whispering in my ear, "It's time."

I know what he means.

I escape from his hold, hitting a quick uppercut, making him bounce off the ropes and come back with a forearm.

I recoil, going to the ropes, but jumping off of them and hitting a springboard stunner, with Patrick selling it like a champ.

I run to the turnbuckle as fast as I can, jumping on it to the top, but like a cat, Patrick takes my legs out, and with a scream of agony, I collapse on the mat, holding my junk.

Patrick sees the open window and climbs, and without hesitation, goes for the Purple Rainmaker, but with his elbow in the right spot, I catch it and place him into an armbar.

With the crowd nearly on their feet, I synch it in, making him flail around, trying to reach for the ropes anyway he can.

He tries scratching at my arm to get me off, but I just pull tighter and increase the pressure so he panics more. Then, Patrick uses his legs to stand and roll me into a package.

I kick out, and we both get up, and I landed a step up enzuigiri, dazing him, then I run to the ropes and jump off them, but I face him and land an inverted DDT.

I jump right up, with the crowd urging me to climb the turnbuckle and I balance myself onto the top before I look at Patrick's corpse. I look around at the fans, but something stops me.

I could see the fans start to panic, but I smile, and swivel my hips like Patrick, and now the fans know what is going on.

I jump, and land the Purple Rainmaker.

The crowd pops, and I crawl over to Pat's body, and lift his leg up.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

The bell rings, the crowd cheers and I sit up in exhaustion, tugging at my shoelaces as I hear Mike Rowe in the background, and I see the belt enter my eyesight.

I look at Patrick, who is looking around and breathing just fine, so I stand and raise the belt up high, grateful for the crowd being behind me.

I take a deep breath, just staring at Patrick as he uses the ropes to stand, wobbly on his knees.

I walk over to him, and grab his elbow to help him up, and he just looks at me, confusion purely etched on his face.

I nod, knowing how hard he wrestled, and I extend a hand, hoping he takes it.

He smiles, thinking it's a joke, but I just stare, and it goes away, and he nods in agreement, and takes it, the crowd applauding for our sportsmanship.

"See, I didn't mess up." I say, laughing.

Pat nods, grin getting bigger, "That you didn't. Good match kid."

I nod as he does his Dream pose and the crowd cheers, and I laugh again and he rolls out, giving me my moment, draining in the crowd and their atmosphere, thanking them and raising the title.

A few minutes pass of me being out there with the fans, then I make my way back, earning applause from everyone and the usual soul sucking kiss from Cheree.

"Did I do good?" I ask her.

"You did amazing," Cheree says, "in fact, it was kind of hot…"

I kiss her again to shut her up, "Later."

I hear her snicker, then I give Patrick a big sweaty hug, and he points at me, "You know, to be honest, I had doubts."

"Wow, thanks for believing in me," I say sarcastically.

He laughs, "But still, you pulled it off. Thanks for the experience."

We shake hands and then Hunter comes up and hugs us both, patting us on the back, "Oh look at you two! Such mature men!"

"You sound like my mother," I say, chuckling.

"Good. It's because I am," Hunter answers.

He pulls me aside from Cheree and Patrick and he looks me straight into the eyes, "Look, Isaac.. you've only been here for a short time, but I am so proud of you."

"Thank you Hunter," I say, nearly crying from his compliment.

"You are a hard worker, you have fun, and most importantly, you are still a kid but you are mature as hell. Keep it up okay?"

"I will sir. I promise you."

"Also, take care of Cheree okay? I know you do, just by the way you look at each other- but just keep up."

"Of course."

He pats my cheek and gives me one last bearhug, before walking back to the booth and continuing the program.

I look at Cheree, and she's already dressed in her #TEAMKICK gear, "Are you next?"

She nods, "Yep," and she turns in a circle, "you like it?"

"I do. It fits your personality."

Cheree makes a pouty face, "Is that all?"

"I would say it's sexy, but we are in a room full of people."

She pushes my shoulder, "You just said it dumbo."

"Not out loud I didn't."

Cheree just looks at me, "You can't just say that… do you realize what you've done?"

I just laugh as I see Shayna come through the curtain, giving me a nod, "Hey."

"You ready?"

"As always. Don't worry," Shayna places a hand on Cheree's shoulder, "your girl has my back."

I hear Shayna's theme behind me and she winks, "My turn."

She walks off, and I hug Cheree from behind, "You'll do great."

She doesn't say anything, but just closes her eyes and lays back on me, trying to calm herself before the storm.

I hear her theme, and I kiss the top of her head, "Showtime."

She holds a pinky and I take it, "Wish me luck."

I watch her leave, and I adjust the title around my shoulder as I sit down and watch her on the television, and Pat sits next to me, equal to me in pure exhaustion.

"So, you know anything about her match?" Pat asks.

"Nope. She didn't tell me anything."

"That seems hardly fair. You told her our match, but she didn't tell you hers."

I shrug, "It's fine. I like being kept in the dark anyway."

I watch the start of the match, and Shayna immediately attacks Cheree, and has the advantage.

Pat and I don't talk, but it's only because I'm so engrossed by Cheree's match, watching every distinct detail, making sure nothing goes wrong and nobody gets hurt.

It was pretty much squash for the whole beginning of the match, with Shayna showing off her dominance as dominance. Cheree does a good job playing the babyface role, so the match was playing out as perfect as it could right now.

As the match goes on, Cheree begins fighting back, unleashing a flurry of blows with no direct point of aiming at, and she screams and the crowd gets behind her.

Shayna is lying motionless in the corner of the ring, and Cheree goes to the other side of the ring, and runs at her, delivering a double knee strike.

Shayna falls motionless on the mat, and Cheree takes advantage with a pin, which only gets a two count, to the dismay of the crowd.

Cheree looks so defeated, and it actually made me feel bad for her. That's how good she was.

She tries to do something with Shayna, but Shayna already has overcome her dizziness and wraps Cheree into her sleeper hold, dropping onto the ground, Cheree flailing on the ground, trying to reach the ropes.

At this point, I know it's the end. No one usually escapes from Shayna's sleeper hold.

Then, Cheree flips backwards, with Shayna's shoulders down on the mat.

"1!"

"2!"

Shayna gets out of it, and at this point, I'm standing up and my heart is pumping.

Cheree hits Shayna with a big boot, and Shayna recoils, paying too much attention on her face, as Cheree bounces on the ropes in front of her and hits the Kai-ropractor.

I just stare at the screen as the ref counts all the way to three and the entire arena shakes with cheers.

I'm still speechless as I watch my sweetheart and hold the gold and nearly cry in gratification.

I look at Pat and he is smiling, "She deserves it man."

"But," I say, but I still can't speak, "how did she hold this in? She would've burst already!"

I hear Hunter approach from behind, "She wanted you to be surprised."

"I am!"

He pats my shoulder, and I see Cheree celebrating with the crowd with the title around her shoulder, and the camera cuts to Shayna, who looks disgusted that it even happened.

I kept pacing back and forth in the backstage area, waiting for her to come back, and once she did with Shayna, I automatically engulfed her with a big ass hug.

I hear her giggle as I lift her up and kiss her, "Ok, babe, you got me. I did not expect that…"

She smiles, and she looks absolutely happy, "Good. I wanted to keep it that way."

I look at Shayna, "Was this your idea?"

She shrugs, smiling a bit, "Yeah. I figured it was time to pass it off. Being a two time champion is enough."

I hug her and she hugs back, "Thank you."

"No problem."

I look at the title, "Well, I must say, it looks good on you."

"Thank you… I guess we can say that we are now a power couple."

"Well, no one knows that though."

Cheree looks around, and picks up her phone on a nearby table, "Come here."

She walks away, and I look at both Shayna and Hunter, "Thank you again."

They nod and smile as I follow Cheree out into the hall and gives me her phone, "Film me walking down that hallway…"

"Why?"

"You'll see."

I shrug and begin filming and she walks towards me, then looks at me as if she just saw me, "Hey."

I don't know what to say, so I say, "Hey babe."

She smiles, "So, can we officially say it?"

I turn the camera to me, "Yeah, I guess we can."

Cheree comes into view and kissed my cheek, "We are the new NXT power couple."

"You better believe it," I say, kissing her back,

I end it and hand it back to her, "So, I guess you just became ready?"

"I've always been ready," she says, then gives me a look that is full of love, "I just wanted to wait for this moment."

DOUBLE CHAMPS. Bet you didn't expect that. ;)

-Traveler