A/N: Well, I believe there are like two more chapters left to this story.
And I almost just had a heart attack. I'm watchin Leprechaun and all of a
sudden I hear this rustling from my room, like blinds are being broken
apart. My cats LOVE to sit in my window or on my stereo (which I hate that
they do it), so I didn't really think anything of it. But the sound got
worse and louder and I realized that there was another weird sound. Then
it hit me, my INDOOR cat had pushed my screen out. I jumped up and ran
into my room, kicking my other cat as I was running, and got in there just
as my big white/black cat, Psycho, jumped out. I screamed for help and ran
outside without thinking to shut my bedroom door or fix my screen from
inside. Well, everyone was asleep of course, at 12:30 like most normal
people would be. Well, I run around to the end of the house where my
bedroom window is and called for my cat. He starts chasing this stupid
moth so I take time to push my screen back in so my other cat, Snitch,
doesn't get out too. So I'm calling for my cat and he's not coming to me,
just runs around outside. I run back inside, yell for help again, and
still no one came so I grabbed the cat food pail thinking he'd come to
that. He didn't. Not at all. He just kept going around the house. So I
finally run back inside after about 5 minutes of screaming for him, and
wake my mom up. She jumps out of bed, cause this cat is her baby, and runs
outside. She calls for him and he like runs for her. She grabs him and
carries him inside. So now we're like monitoring all the windows and like
shutting most of the way. It was horrible. He has to be like the best cat
ever. And this isn't the place you want to have an outside cat. I live in
the woods so all the wild animals are around. Like we get coyotes, and
fox, and skunks, and all that good stuff. So he would never survive. It
was so nerve racking. Anyways, the song in the chapter was "This is the
New Shit" by Marilyn Manson.
****************
Sean and I stood in the ring, tired from just crushing the tag team of Chris Jericho and Matt Hardy. Chris and Matt laid off to the side, one on top of the other. Shane McMahon and Stephanie walked out side by side and stood at the top of the ramp. We smiled up at them as Shane brought a microphone to his mouth.
"You two must think you're pretty damn smooth," he smirked. We gave him little shrugs as Sean put his arm around my waist.
"Well, we're sick of hearing complaints from the other superstars about how you both just LOVE to hit your opponents with the IC belt," Stephanie shrieked.
"You should know that cheaters never prosper," Shane said.
"This Sunday at No Way Out, Sean, you'll be putting your Intercontinental title on the line," Steph smiled.
"And Angel, you'll be MORE than welcome to join him in the ring. AS HIS OPPONANT!" Shane exclaimed
"WHAT?! No, I most certainly am not!" I screamed.
"We'll just see what this match does to Heaven and Hell," Shane laughed as he and his sister walked to the back. I looked up at Sean and for the first time since we had gotten together, there was an angry glare on our faces and we separately walked to the back.
"What's wrong with your finger?" Sean asked as I tried to shake out my hand.
"I jammed my finger into the mat," I cringed.
"Probably sprained it."
"Wouldn't surprise me!" I laughed.
"Just wrap it and it should be fine," he smiled at me. "Oh, and I'll try to go easy on you on Sunday."
"I can't say the same," I laughed leaving him to walk to the locker room.
"Just a few more months!" Amy smiled as I walked into the room.
"I know, it's so amazing. I can't believe it's almost here," I grinned thinking about the wedding. "Thanks for the bachelorette party last weekend. It was so awesome. Just don't tell Jeff that I got a lap dance from that guy."
"Don't tell Matt," Amy laughed.
"Ah," Trish sighed slipping her phone into her bag. Amy and I looked at each other and strode over to her.
"Trish?" I asked.
"Hmm? Oh, hi guys," she smiled.
"What's got you acting like a little girl?" I asked.
"Or who?" Amy smiled.
"Chad," she sighed breathlessly.
"Things goin well with Chad?" Amy asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Awwwwwwe," Amy and I cooed.
"Oh shut up!" Trish laughed snapping out of her little world.
"So, should I set a place for him at one of the tables?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so," she smiled.
"That's great Trish. I'm glad you started dating again. You really had me worried with the whole Tim thing. I'm glad you're up and about again," I said.
"I wish you all could meet him sooner," she said. Amy and I smiled at her and walked to our bags.
"One of ya'll is coming to my room tonite to do my hair, right?" I asked stuffing my things in my duffle bag.
"Yeah, I told Matt that I was going to do that for you," Amy said.
"I thought I would since I don't have a significant other here," Trish replied placing her hands on her hips.
"We could have a girls' nite in?" I suggested.
"Do you know what happens everytime we have a girls' nite in?" Trish asked.
"Minus the alcohol," I laughed.
"What's a girls' nite in without alcohol?" Amy questioned. Trish gave her a shrug as I threw a towel at her.
*************
"She's baaaaack," Jay laughed as I walked down the hall of the arena to get ready for No Way Out. I wasn't even dressed to wrestle yet and the original Mystic Angel was already popping through with my turquoise and purple streaked black hair.
"That's right, and she's here to stay!" I smiled kissing his cheek. He just shook his head at me as I walked away.
"Hey, Case, I um, I don't know about this prank," Shannon whispered as he walked next to me.
"Shan, you're my partner in crime," I smiled as I spoke quietly. "You can't back out on me."
"But John's never done anything to me," Shannon said.
"Please Shan? You know I can't do this without you," I pouted.
"Oh don't give me that look," he said as we stopped in the middle of the hall.
"Please?" I begged.
"No, Case, I'm putting my foot down this time. I'm not helping you!" Shannon exclaimed starting to walk away.
"Fine you chicken!" I called after him. "We'll just see if I ever help him," I muttered slamming my way into the Diva's locker room, almost knocking Stacy over on my way in.
"Whoa, chill," she smiled as she continued to put lotion on her legs.
"So what's up?" I asked.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Your hair!"
"Hey, now that I don't have to be partners with Sean anymore, I'm able to go back to being Mystic Angel," I smiled.
"Wow, talk about 360," she laughed. "Was Andrew out there by any chance?"
"No, didn't see him. Why?" I asked.
"He was going to get dinner for me and him," she smiled.
"Are you thinking bout datin him again?" I asked.
"Well, we've kinda been dating for the past 2 months," she replied biting her lip.
"And you kept it from me?!" I exclaimed. "Hell, HE kept it from me?!"
"Yeah, we kept it from everyone," she said. "Well, I'm gonna go look for him. I'll see you in about a half hour to get ready for the show." She smiled at me and skipped out the door.
"Hey, what's that?" Nora asked looking at a rolled up shirt in my hands.
"I can't tell you. But you'll find out soon enough," I replied smirking.
"Uh-oh, I know that look," she smiled crossing her arms. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and walked out into the hall. I was looking for the first guy that could possibly help me. Matt started walking by me and stopped to kiss my cheek. He wasn't the one to help me. Jay, Chris, and Rob traveled down the hall together, but I knew they wouldn't help, especially not Chris. Paul glared at me as he walked by me. I could sense he had some fear in him. Marc, Matt, and Devon smiled at me as they walked by. Kurt and Chris Benoit weren't too far behind. Torrie and Peter held hands as they stood at the coffee table. I was starting to run out of people.
"Lookin for someone?" Randy asked me.
"Nope," I replied.
"You're looking for John aren't you?" he asked with a smile.
"Nope," I said shaking my head with a smile on my face.
He closed his eyes slightly as he looked down at me. "Ya know, I don't trust you."
"And Randy, that's probably a good thing," I said poking him in the chest. I blew him a kiss and walked away.
"She's a very scary girl sometimes," he muttered watching me leave.
"Adam, my big brother, the father of my God son, the best wrestler ever," I paused to think of more compliments.
"Don't bother. Just tell me what you want," he smiled at me.
"Alright, so I have this little thing going with John Cena," I said.
"Yeah, I heard about what he did to you awhile ago. I'm surprised you never got him back," he said.
"That's what I plan on doing tonite. See I got word what jersey he was going to wear tonite," I smiled.
"Oh no, what have you done to his jersey?" he asked crossing his arms.
"I haven't done anything to his jersey. I bought one just like it and spray painted it. And I'm gonna take the real one so he freaks out," I explained.
"You are evil Case," he laughed.
"Right, so, can you help me?" I asked biting my lip.
"What happened to Shannon? Isn't he your partner in crime?"
"Yeah, well that little chicken wouldn't help me cause John hasn't ever done anything to him. So will you help me?"
"Before I say yes or no, what would me helping you entitle me doing?"
"All you have to do is take this jersey and switch it with the real one. Then give me the real one," I said holding out the decoy shirt.
"Alright, I suppose I can help you this one time. But that's it. Just once!" he said taking the shirt from me.
"Thank you so much! Have I told you lately how much I love you?" I asked.
"Have I told you lately that I care?" he laughed as we went into singing the song together before he went into the locker room to switch the jerseys. He handed me the real one and I smiled. "So now what?"
"We wait for his reaction. I think he's with Randy and Paul right now getting some food so he should be back sometime soon," I said tucking the jersey into my jeans.
"Hey guys," we heard John's low voice speak. I winked at Adam and turned around.
"Hey John," I said reaching up to hug him. "How was dinner with Paul and Randy?"
"Filling," he laughed. "Good luck at the match tonite."
"Thanks. Good luck with the tag match tonite," I said watching him walk into the locker room. I smiled at Adam and began to count silently to myself.
"AH!" there was a deep yell from inside the room.
"And begin," I smiled as John ran out with the spray painted jersey.
"Jesus, what the hell happened to my jersey?" John cried staring at Adam and I.
"I don't know. Have you done something to someone that you maybe shouldn't have messed with?" I asked curiously, holding my hands behind my back.
"No, I don't think so!" he replied.
"You haven't messed with Irvine or Levesque?" Adam asked.
"No, no way," he said.
"Hmmm, then who could have done such a horrible thing?" I asked sarcastically putting my hand to my chin. John looked at me curiously and crossed his arms.
"You didn't," he growled.
"I did," I nodded at him. "I told you that you shouldn't have messed with me."
"Dude, you so suck! What the hell am I supposed to wear out there tonite?!" he exclaimed furiously.
"You should have thought of that before you messed with me," I smiled.
"You've got to be kidding me!" he said throwing his hands in the air.
"Oh, by the way, did I mention that I bought that shirt?" I asked holding out his real shirt.
"What?" he growled.
"I bought that and spray painted it. Then I switched it with your real one. So really, the one you're going to wear tonite is safe," I smiled as I threw it at him, hitting him square in the face.
"I'm going to hurt you!" he yelled dropping the jerseys on the floor getting this wild look on his face. My eyes grew wide as I took off down the hall. He wasn't too far after me and then all of a sudden I was lifted off the ground and carried into the men's locker room. "I'm going to get you back."
"You do realize that this is going to be a never ending cycle if you don't put me down right now," I grinned as he carried me into the shower area.
"Yeah and right now, it's worth it!" he laughed turning the cold water on in the shower.
"John, don't you dare!" I yelled struggling to free myself. "I'm warning you!" He just laughed as he set me down in the middle of the shower with the water flowing onto me. "Fuck you!" I screamed as I jumped up freezing to death. "I'm going to hurt you." My teeth chattered as I spoke. He grinned at me and wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around me and rubbed my arms.
"Listen, I can be just as ruthless as you. So maybe we should call it even," he suggested.
"Oh no. Not after that little shower stunt you just pulled," I said walking out of the locker room dripping with water.
**************
'Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name'
I stood in the back waiting for my cue as I fastened the Jeff Hardy necklace around my neck. I fixed the jelly bracelets I wore and rolled my shoulders. I was back to my old self. Baggy black jeans with Angel cut out on both legs and Mystic cut out on the ass. I wore a cut up black wife beater over a dark purple tank top. Yep, Mystic Angel was definitely back.
'Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along'
It was so weird to hear this song being played as I stepped out and explosives went off. I had sat down with the king of grotesque himself, Marilyn Manson, to mix the song. It was a couple years old, but it was perfect for this coming out.
'Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it'
"Now entering the ring, from Cameron, North Carolina. She is the WWE Hardcore Champion, MYSTIC ANGEL!!" I ran down the ramp and slid into the ring. I stood up on the posts and posed for the crowd. I was getting the same reaction I used to. It was good to hear them cheering for me like that again.
"I'm gonna rip you apart," Sean growled at me as we stood toe to toe in the middle of the ring.
"In your dreams!" I yelled pushing him away and the bell rang.
He started walking towards me and I hit him with a drop kick to the chest. That didn't nothing but push him back a bit. I bounced off the ropes to get more momentum and did another, more powerful drop kick, I got the same reaction. I growled and ran back to the ropes, but he walked towards me and stopped me with a clothesline. I felt as if my head flew over the ropes. He pulled me up by my hair and into a suplex to go for the cover. I kicked out on two. He pulled me up again and whipped me into the ropes. I saw he was going for another clothesline so I ran under his arm and bounced off the opposite rope. I caught him from behind and nailed a bull dog. I applied Halo's Ring, but he pulled me right to the ropes and grabbed on. I pushed his head into the mat as I stood. He quickly stood up and grabbed me from behind, throwing me back in a German suplex. He tried again for the cover, but I kicked out. He pulled me up and started hitting me with a bunch of judo kicks. I happened to grab his leg at one kick and he spun around, but I ducked and hit him with a super kick. He backed up, hardly phased. I whipped him into the ropes and did a back body drop. I turned around and ran to the post, practically jumping all the way up. I did Halo's Twist and went for the cover, miraculously, he kicked out. I pulled him up but he pushed me with all his strength right into the ref, who landed outside of the ring. I leaned against the ropes as Sean slid out and grabbed the belt. I rubbed my head, since it collided with the ref's, and he nailed me with the belt. I slid to the mat and Sean covered me just as the ref got back in the ring.
"And here is your winner and still Intercontinental Champion, Sean O' Haire." I looked up and saw him walking back up the ramp. I rubbed my head from the belt shot as the ref helped me to my feet.
****************
Sean and I stood in the ring, tired from just crushing the tag team of Chris Jericho and Matt Hardy. Chris and Matt laid off to the side, one on top of the other. Shane McMahon and Stephanie walked out side by side and stood at the top of the ramp. We smiled up at them as Shane brought a microphone to his mouth.
"You two must think you're pretty damn smooth," he smirked. We gave him little shrugs as Sean put his arm around my waist.
"Well, we're sick of hearing complaints from the other superstars about how you both just LOVE to hit your opponents with the IC belt," Stephanie shrieked.
"You should know that cheaters never prosper," Shane said.
"This Sunday at No Way Out, Sean, you'll be putting your Intercontinental title on the line," Steph smiled.
"And Angel, you'll be MORE than welcome to join him in the ring. AS HIS OPPONANT!" Shane exclaimed
"WHAT?! No, I most certainly am not!" I screamed.
"We'll just see what this match does to Heaven and Hell," Shane laughed as he and his sister walked to the back. I looked up at Sean and for the first time since we had gotten together, there was an angry glare on our faces and we separately walked to the back.
"What's wrong with your finger?" Sean asked as I tried to shake out my hand.
"I jammed my finger into the mat," I cringed.
"Probably sprained it."
"Wouldn't surprise me!" I laughed.
"Just wrap it and it should be fine," he smiled at me. "Oh, and I'll try to go easy on you on Sunday."
"I can't say the same," I laughed leaving him to walk to the locker room.
"Just a few more months!" Amy smiled as I walked into the room.
"I know, it's so amazing. I can't believe it's almost here," I grinned thinking about the wedding. "Thanks for the bachelorette party last weekend. It was so awesome. Just don't tell Jeff that I got a lap dance from that guy."
"Don't tell Matt," Amy laughed.
"Ah," Trish sighed slipping her phone into her bag. Amy and I looked at each other and strode over to her.
"Trish?" I asked.
"Hmm? Oh, hi guys," she smiled.
"What's got you acting like a little girl?" I asked.
"Or who?" Amy smiled.
"Chad," she sighed breathlessly.
"Things goin well with Chad?" Amy asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Awwwwwwe," Amy and I cooed.
"Oh shut up!" Trish laughed snapping out of her little world.
"So, should I set a place for him at one of the tables?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so," she smiled.
"That's great Trish. I'm glad you started dating again. You really had me worried with the whole Tim thing. I'm glad you're up and about again," I said.
"I wish you all could meet him sooner," she said. Amy and I smiled at her and walked to our bags.
"One of ya'll is coming to my room tonite to do my hair, right?" I asked stuffing my things in my duffle bag.
"Yeah, I told Matt that I was going to do that for you," Amy said.
"I thought I would since I don't have a significant other here," Trish replied placing her hands on her hips.
"We could have a girls' nite in?" I suggested.
"Do you know what happens everytime we have a girls' nite in?" Trish asked.
"Minus the alcohol," I laughed.
"What's a girls' nite in without alcohol?" Amy questioned. Trish gave her a shrug as I threw a towel at her.
*************
"She's baaaaack," Jay laughed as I walked down the hall of the arena to get ready for No Way Out. I wasn't even dressed to wrestle yet and the original Mystic Angel was already popping through with my turquoise and purple streaked black hair.
"That's right, and she's here to stay!" I smiled kissing his cheek. He just shook his head at me as I walked away.
"Hey, Case, I um, I don't know about this prank," Shannon whispered as he walked next to me.
"Shan, you're my partner in crime," I smiled as I spoke quietly. "You can't back out on me."
"But John's never done anything to me," Shannon said.
"Please Shan? You know I can't do this without you," I pouted.
"Oh don't give me that look," he said as we stopped in the middle of the hall.
"Please?" I begged.
"No, Case, I'm putting my foot down this time. I'm not helping you!" Shannon exclaimed starting to walk away.
"Fine you chicken!" I called after him. "We'll just see if I ever help him," I muttered slamming my way into the Diva's locker room, almost knocking Stacy over on my way in.
"Whoa, chill," she smiled as she continued to put lotion on her legs.
"So what's up?" I asked.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Your hair!"
"Hey, now that I don't have to be partners with Sean anymore, I'm able to go back to being Mystic Angel," I smiled.
"Wow, talk about 360," she laughed. "Was Andrew out there by any chance?"
"No, didn't see him. Why?" I asked.
"He was going to get dinner for me and him," she smiled.
"Are you thinking bout datin him again?" I asked.
"Well, we've kinda been dating for the past 2 months," she replied biting her lip.
"And you kept it from me?!" I exclaimed. "Hell, HE kept it from me?!"
"Yeah, we kept it from everyone," she said. "Well, I'm gonna go look for him. I'll see you in about a half hour to get ready for the show." She smiled at me and skipped out the door.
"Hey, what's that?" Nora asked looking at a rolled up shirt in my hands.
"I can't tell you. But you'll find out soon enough," I replied smirking.
"Uh-oh, I know that look," she smiled crossing her arms. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and walked out into the hall. I was looking for the first guy that could possibly help me. Matt started walking by me and stopped to kiss my cheek. He wasn't the one to help me. Jay, Chris, and Rob traveled down the hall together, but I knew they wouldn't help, especially not Chris. Paul glared at me as he walked by me. I could sense he had some fear in him. Marc, Matt, and Devon smiled at me as they walked by. Kurt and Chris Benoit weren't too far behind. Torrie and Peter held hands as they stood at the coffee table. I was starting to run out of people.
"Lookin for someone?" Randy asked me.
"Nope," I replied.
"You're looking for John aren't you?" he asked with a smile.
"Nope," I said shaking my head with a smile on my face.
He closed his eyes slightly as he looked down at me. "Ya know, I don't trust you."
"And Randy, that's probably a good thing," I said poking him in the chest. I blew him a kiss and walked away.
"She's a very scary girl sometimes," he muttered watching me leave.
"Adam, my big brother, the father of my God son, the best wrestler ever," I paused to think of more compliments.
"Don't bother. Just tell me what you want," he smiled at me.
"Alright, so I have this little thing going with John Cena," I said.
"Yeah, I heard about what he did to you awhile ago. I'm surprised you never got him back," he said.
"That's what I plan on doing tonite. See I got word what jersey he was going to wear tonite," I smiled.
"Oh no, what have you done to his jersey?" he asked crossing his arms.
"I haven't done anything to his jersey. I bought one just like it and spray painted it. And I'm gonna take the real one so he freaks out," I explained.
"You are evil Case," he laughed.
"Right, so, can you help me?" I asked biting my lip.
"What happened to Shannon? Isn't he your partner in crime?"
"Yeah, well that little chicken wouldn't help me cause John hasn't ever done anything to him. So will you help me?"
"Before I say yes or no, what would me helping you entitle me doing?"
"All you have to do is take this jersey and switch it with the real one. Then give me the real one," I said holding out the decoy shirt.
"Alright, I suppose I can help you this one time. But that's it. Just once!" he said taking the shirt from me.
"Thank you so much! Have I told you lately how much I love you?" I asked.
"Have I told you lately that I care?" he laughed as we went into singing the song together before he went into the locker room to switch the jerseys. He handed me the real one and I smiled. "So now what?"
"We wait for his reaction. I think he's with Randy and Paul right now getting some food so he should be back sometime soon," I said tucking the jersey into my jeans.
"Hey guys," we heard John's low voice speak. I winked at Adam and turned around.
"Hey John," I said reaching up to hug him. "How was dinner with Paul and Randy?"
"Filling," he laughed. "Good luck at the match tonite."
"Thanks. Good luck with the tag match tonite," I said watching him walk into the locker room. I smiled at Adam and began to count silently to myself.
"AH!" there was a deep yell from inside the room.
"And begin," I smiled as John ran out with the spray painted jersey.
"Jesus, what the hell happened to my jersey?" John cried staring at Adam and I.
"I don't know. Have you done something to someone that you maybe shouldn't have messed with?" I asked curiously, holding my hands behind my back.
"No, I don't think so!" he replied.
"You haven't messed with Irvine or Levesque?" Adam asked.
"No, no way," he said.
"Hmmm, then who could have done such a horrible thing?" I asked sarcastically putting my hand to my chin. John looked at me curiously and crossed his arms.
"You didn't," he growled.
"I did," I nodded at him. "I told you that you shouldn't have messed with me."
"Dude, you so suck! What the hell am I supposed to wear out there tonite?!" he exclaimed furiously.
"You should have thought of that before you messed with me," I smiled.
"You've got to be kidding me!" he said throwing his hands in the air.
"Oh, by the way, did I mention that I bought that shirt?" I asked holding out his real shirt.
"What?" he growled.
"I bought that and spray painted it. Then I switched it with your real one. So really, the one you're going to wear tonite is safe," I smiled as I threw it at him, hitting him square in the face.
"I'm going to hurt you!" he yelled dropping the jerseys on the floor getting this wild look on his face. My eyes grew wide as I took off down the hall. He wasn't too far after me and then all of a sudden I was lifted off the ground and carried into the men's locker room. "I'm going to get you back."
"You do realize that this is going to be a never ending cycle if you don't put me down right now," I grinned as he carried me into the shower area.
"Yeah and right now, it's worth it!" he laughed turning the cold water on in the shower.
"John, don't you dare!" I yelled struggling to free myself. "I'm warning you!" He just laughed as he set me down in the middle of the shower with the water flowing onto me. "Fuck you!" I screamed as I jumped up freezing to death. "I'm going to hurt you." My teeth chattered as I spoke. He grinned at me and wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around me and rubbed my arms.
"Listen, I can be just as ruthless as you. So maybe we should call it even," he suggested.
"Oh no. Not after that little shower stunt you just pulled," I said walking out of the locker room dripping with water.
**************
'Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name'
I stood in the back waiting for my cue as I fastened the Jeff Hardy necklace around my neck. I fixed the jelly bracelets I wore and rolled my shoulders. I was back to my old self. Baggy black jeans with Angel cut out on both legs and Mystic cut out on the ass. I wore a cut up black wife beater over a dark purple tank top. Yep, Mystic Angel was definitely back.
'Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along'
It was so weird to hear this song being played as I stepped out and explosives went off. I had sat down with the king of grotesque himself, Marilyn Manson, to mix the song. It was a couple years old, but it was perfect for this coming out.
'Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it'
"Now entering the ring, from Cameron, North Carolina. She is the WWE Hardcore Champion, MYSTIC ANGEL!!" I ran down the ramp and slid into the ring. I stood up on the posts and posed for the crowd. I was getting the same reaction I used to. It was good to hear them cheering for me like that again.
"I'm gonna rip you apart," Sean growled at me as we stood toe to toe in the middle of the ring.
"In your dreams!" I yelled pushing him away and the bell rang.
He started walking towards me and I hit him with a drop kick to the chest. That didn't nothing but push him back a bit. I bounced off the ropes to get more momentum and did another, more powerful drop kick, I got the same reaction. I growled and ran back to the ropes, but he walked towards me and stopped me with a clothesline. I felt as if my head flew over the ropes. He pulled me up by my hair and into a suplex to go for the cover. I kicked out on two. He pulled me up again and whipped me into the ropes. I saw he was going for another clothesline so I ran under his arm and bounced off the opposite rope. I caught him from behind and nailed a bull dog. I applied Halo's Ring, but he pulled me right to the ropes and grabbed on. I pushed his head into the mat as I stood. He quickly stood up and grabbed me from behind, throwing me back in a German suplex. He tried again for the cover, but I kicked out. He pulled me up and started hitting me with a bunch of judo kicks. I happened to grab his leg at one kick and he spun around, but I ducked and hit him with a super kick. He backed up, hardly phased. I whipped him into the ropes and did a back body drop. I turned around and ran to the post, practically jumping all the way up. I did Halo's Twist and went for the cover, miraculously, he kicked out. I pulled him up but he pushed me with all his strength right into the ref, who landed outside of the ring. I leaned against the ropes as Sean slid out and grabbed the belt. I rubbed my head, since it collided with the ref's, and he nailed me with the belt. I slid to the mat and Sean covered me just as the ref got back in the ring.
"And here is your winner and still Intercontinental Champion, Sean O' Haire." I looked up and saw him walking back up the ramp. I rubbed my head from the belt shot as the ref helped me to my feet.
