By now, everyone was copying Cena. Every Superstar had been assigned an Apprentice. They even created a championship belt for Apprentices. Tag-team championship for Apprentices. USA championship for Apprentices. Its like a whole little league. It even reached over to Raw.
Well...first match. Ever. A steel cage match. Against my ex-best friend. I didn't feel ready, but John trained me pretty well for such a short period of time. He even helped me invent a finishing move. Climb the turn-buckle, backflip onto the unconcious loser (landing on my feet), then leghook them for the pin. I call it 'Full Moon'. And I even picked out my theme music- 'Give Up The Grudge' by Gob. Most people go with metal or rap themes, but I decided to go modern-punk. How original.
I sighed heavily as Cena massaged my shoulders. My 'Rockin' The Chain Gang' trucker cap covered my closed eyes, chain dangling from my neck. My baggy black t-shirt and camoflauge capris hung loosley from my body. I was nervous, to say the least.
"You'll do fine," he said with a grin. "Trust me. This guy's a wuss. He's CARLITO's apprentice, remember"
I giggled a little, then felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see a dark figure in a black cowboy hat. This must've been JBL's apprentice. Cena let go of me, and I removed the figure's hat to find a young Asian girl of my age, anger burning fiercly in her dark brown eyes. This face...it looked familiar. Then I remembered.
"Malou"
"In the flesh, trash"
"What...I thought you hated businessmen."
"True. As a child, I did." she smirked. "But JBL took me under his wing. Taught me everything I needed to know. I'd wish you luck, but I've been taught not to wish good luck to the lower class"
I heard a low, sexy voice behind me. It wasn't John's. "Want me to punch her for you?" I turned around. A boy of sixteen wrapped in all black, and a hat to match that of the Deadman. Yep, this must've been Taker's Apprentice. He removed his hat to reveal a handsome face...and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Malou ran off scared, and I laughed at her. Taker's Apprentice smirked, and his eyes turned to normal. They were brown. He put his hat back on with a smirk.
"I'm Kyle..." he said, extending his hand. I smiled and shook it.
"Rolo..." I said quietly. John smiled, and patted me on the back.
"Good luck tonight," he said with a grin, then left. Kyle nodded, smiled, and walked away.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The following contest is a steel-cage match to choose the very first Apprentice Champion"
A wolf howl filled the arena, followed by my music.
"Now entering the ring...weighing in at one-hundred and six pounds...4'11"...she's the Apprentice of John Cena, and over-all FIRST Apprentice...ROLO...'WOLF EYES'...SMIIIIIIITH"
Flames aligned the aisle as I rode to the ring on a black-and-red bike that looked like a motorcycle. I got off the bike, opened the door of the cage, and entered the ring, where I bounced off the ropes, then climber the turnbuckle and held up the rock on sign. I saw cameras flash, and I back-flipped off of the turnbuckle. More cameras flashed while I was in the air. I landed on my feet, facing where Evan was to enter.
"He's a sexy beast..." a woman's voice filled the arena before Evan's music started. He simply walked out to the ring, flipping off the people who booed him. I rolled my eyes as he stepped into the ring. The ref closed the door, and the bell rang.
Evan lunged at me, and I dodged. He wasn't able to stop in time; he ran straight into the cage wall! I nearly fell over laughing. Then I grabbed him by the back of his Speedo-short things, still laughing, and gave him a nuclear wedgie. Cameras flashed, and then threw him backwards by his Speedos. He lay on the canvas floor, groaning. I laughed, then bounced off of the ropes, and then stood on the turnbuckle, clawing at the air. MORE cameras flashed. I backflipped off of the turnbuckle, landing on my knees...right on Evan's groin. I laughed, then signaled the ref to open the door. He did, and I climbed out of the ring, landing on the floor.
The ref held my hand up, then put it down and placed the belt around my waist. "HERE IS YOUR WINNER," the announcer's voice boomed. "AND THE FIRST-EVER APPRENTICE CHAMPION...ROLO...'WOLF EYES'...SMIIIIIIIIIITH"
Cheers and applause filled the arena, but they were drowned out by my music. I back-flipped, landing on my feet, then held up the rock-sign. Cameras flashed.
Now I knew why Cena was so happy to win the USA Championship, and so disapointed after losing it.
This was the best feeling in the world.
