Chapter XVIII – What did I tell ya?

"Well," Cleo said, when they were having breakfast at a cafe near the park, "he approached me talking about yesterday, ya know" she pretended to hit someone with an invisible chair. "When I hit Tomko with that chair..."

"Right before you hit him." He said.

"Right! So, he was alone at the time, and I said I could beat him!" she said, as it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I assume he didn't like it." Dave said, smirking. "But kind to think of it, it wouldn't be to hard for you."

"Yeah! My problem was that his little buddy appeared right after that and, I mean, I'm not crazy, I now my own stregth..." she continued.

"At least not that crazy..." he said, in a low voice.

She glared at him, smirking. "What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing." He smiled and leaned back. "Go on."

She kept glaring for a few seconds. Then she continued, smiling. "Well, the rest of the story, was pretty much the me running, they chasing and you saving!"

"Yeah, I just hope he doesn't take what you said to serious. I wouldn't be surprised if he booked a match with you for tonight."

At that moment, a young couple approached them asking if they could take a picture with them and have their autograph. They accepted and after that, both gave their congratulations to Cleo for winning the title. When they were getting out, after paying for the breakfast, Cleo smiled happily.

"That was my first autograph!" she said. "I never even thought I would give autographs!"

"You better get used to it. Everybody loves you!" he asured her.

At the park, they had a good time, and ended up having lunch together also. At the end of the afternoon, when it was darkening, Dave's phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey big guy!" Ric was on the other line. "Listen. Bischoff just called me. Cleo's not answering her cell, so he called me. Do you think something's happened to her?"

"No, she's here with me. She probably forgot her cell on her room." he said. Cleo looked at him and mouthed "Who is it?"

"Good. One thing less to worry about."

Dave frowned. "What do you mean, one less thing?"

Ric sighed. "Apparently, Christian-"

"Booked a match with her." He looked at Cleo with a face that said "What did I tell you?", and he also looked worrried. She covered her mouth with her hand, but not looking surprised or worried at all. Instead, it looked like she was pondering on what she just heard.

"Yeah, how did you know?" he asked.

"It's a long story, I'll tell it later." Dave told him.

"Ok. I just hope we can talk Bischoff into some sense so he cancels this match."

"I doubt it. But if H asks him maybe he will."

"Yeah, I'll talk to him now. Bye, talk to you later."

"Bye." Both of them hang up.

"So, Christian did book a match with me?" She asked.

"Yeah. But where gonna try to cancel it. Hunter'll talk to Bischoff."

"Righ." She said slowly. He didn't miss that tone, but didn't say anything about that.

"We better get going. We need to get ready for the show."

"Yeah, lets go."

"You're not being reasonable!"

"I don't care about reason, I care about ratings!"

The screams could be heard throughout all the hallway. They went on for a good 5 more minutes, untill Triple H came out off Bischoff's office slaming the door and fuming.

"I can't believe he's not doing something I told him to do!" he yelled.

"Don't worry. Now there's nothing to do, is there?" Cleo said. "Besides, I'm glad I'm still having that match." The three of them stoped and looked at her. "What? Even if you don't believe I'm stronger than him, one thing I know: I'm smarter. And I'm gonna win this match. In a related topic, I need to talk to you." She told Ric.

"About what?" he asked. She was gonna answer something, but Triple H didn't let her.

"That'll have to wait. Right now were going to the ring, the show's about to start and I wanna speak before anything."

They waited for the show to start at ring entrance. Triple H's music started to play and the went in. After he did his entrance, Dave sat on the ropes for her to get in. Once they were all in the ring, Triple H was given a mic and he started talking.

"Yesterday, I got RKOed. I'm sure all of you saw it. But, son't get me wrong. Hey, today, I came out here to thank Randy Orton. He made me win the match. It would have been easier for him to win this title from Benoit, but the stupid kid couldn't control his temper. I-"

He was interrupted by Randy Orton's music. He came down the ramp and asked for a mic. Then he came into the ring and faced Triple H.

"You're welcome, H. But you know, the only reason I RKOed you was that I knew you'd loose to Chris Benoit and I'd have to beat him instead. But I don't want him. I want you!" he threw the mic on the floor, taking his jacket next and also throwing it. "Righ here, right now!" he said without the mic, only being heard by the people on the ring. Ric and Dave had placed themselves on both sides of Triple H and Dave had placed Cleo behind him. But Triple H kept smirking.

"How brave of you to challenge me after my match yesterday. I won't fight you today, Randy, but when I do... I will destroy you."

He made a gesture telling the rest of the team to follow him out. Randy stood there, on the ring. As soon as they passed the courtin, he said he was going to the locker room.

"We're going too." Ric said.

"No we're not, I need to talk to you, remember?" Cleo said, pulling him aside. Then she turned at Dave. "You can get going, we won't take long."

"Ok. Don't forget we still have to prepare for your match."

She raised her eyebrows and smirked. "We?"

"You didn't think we would let you go out there alone did you?"

"Oh, no!" she kept smirking. "That never crossed my mind." He got a little suspicious but left.

"What did you want to talk to me about, honey?" Ric finally asked.

"Well, it's about my match." She looked around to see if anybody was listening. "I have an idea..."

Both Cleo and Ric arrived extremly cheerful. Cleo went to the bathroom to change into her wrestling outfit, which was a pair of leather pants with chains hanging on the side, a black tank top and fighing boots. She left to the ring, accompanied by Dave and Ric, leaving Triple H in the locker room. Neither of them (him or Cleo) wanted him to be there.

Christian was alredy there. Tomko was at his corner. Cleo got into the ring and smirked at him, which made him more furious. The bell sounded and they kept facing each other untill they locked up in the middle of the ring. Cleo ended up being pushed into the turnbuckle but before he could do anything she slided under his legs and pushed him face first into the turnbuckle. She turned him and started kicking his stomach as hard as she could. Tomko entered the ring to get her off of him but Batista also entered and made him back off. Unfortunatly, this gave Christian an oportunity to pick Cleo up and slam her into the mat. He pulled her into the corner again by her hair, and as she yelled, Ric yelled at the referee, who was trying to keep him out of the ring. Christian stepped back, but when he was about to hit her she gave him a thumb to the eye. She looked behind her and smirked. Then, she placed herself right in front of the referee. When Christian finally pulled himself together, he tried to spear her, only to have her run away at the last minute and make im spear the referee into the turnbuckle. He fell on the mat and rolled off the ring. Suddenly, Cleo looked at Ric and snaped her fingers. He nodded and went to get a steel chair. He gave it to her, while Christian was still looking at what he did to the referee.

"Hey little weasel!" she called. He looked at her only to have his face meet the chair with incredible strength. Tomko entered the ring but again, also did Batista, pushing him out and keeping him there.

Meanwhile, Ric was trying to get the referee back on the ring. At the same time as he did, Christian got up again. Cleo looked at the referee who was getting up. Suddenly, she threw the chair in Christian's direction, and he got it. She threw herself on the floor and grabbed her head, yelling "No, please, stop! Please!"

Christian looked at her confused, then he looked back finding the referee yelling at him. He made the bell sound and soon Lilian's voice could be heard.

"As a result of a desqualification, your winner, Cleo Guerrero!"

After the referee got out of the ring, she got up smirking. She faced Christian.

"What did I tell ya? Like that." She said, snapping her fingers. That said, she gave him a Rogue Kick that left lying on the mat. Tomko had alredy been taken care of by Ric and Dave. While going up the ramp, they held her arms up.

A/N:

Hey! Sorry for the late update, I've been very busy with school as usually! Anyways, I tried to have this chapter ready today because I'll be on a computer again on the 1st or 2nd of March, so I won't be answering the reviews soone than that. But I WILL answer them so don't forget to leave yours! ;)

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