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Chapter 2
Gabriel's blue eyes narrowed as he stared down at his phone. The device was held sideways to enlarge the video he was playing on it from YouTube. The video was posted by Being the Elite, otherwise known as Bullet Club. "Before we get too far into anything I want to address something that people have been asking me a lot." Kenny Omega's voice echoed from the device. "Now that the IWGP Intercontinental Championship is held by Bullet Club's own Hangman Page, how do we feel about Gabriel Degray on the WWE." Kenny Paused for a moment to glance left and right to Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson and Cody Rhodes. Then he chuckled.
"Well... we think that Gabriel Degray is a poser. He's someone who couldn't cut it over here in New Japan so the first opportunity he saw to split, he took it. He's a phony Champion. If you aren't representing the company whose title you have and the company isn't hacking you then how are you the champion of anything? Gabe, old buddy old pal, if you're watching this, do the right thing. Send that precious title back where it belongs... before we make you. Now! Onto more pleasant subjects." Gabriel exited out of the YouTube app with his jaw clenched.
Of course Bullet Club wormed their way into holding New Japan's new Intercontinental Championship. And of course they would try to throw their weight around farther than it reached to make themselves look good. Feeling a presence behind him Gabriel turned his head to find Balor Club looming just a foot or so away. Ok, so maybe not so far out of their reach. "Well it looks like you've seen the video then." Luke stated as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Good." Finn spoke with a nod of his head. "That means we don't have to relay the message and you can do what they want so this whole situation doesn't have to get ugly." Gabriel licked his lips and stood up from the bench he sat on before turning around to stare at the three men.
"You're all part of WWE now. You have no loyalty to New Japan anymore otherwise you would have never left. So tell me, why are you concerned with what Bullet Club wants. Aren't you 'Balor Club'?" Finn chuckled in response as Karl shrugged before answering.
"This has nothing to do with promotion loyalty. This has to do with family loyalty because Bullet Club is a family. And when you're a family you look out for each other. Sure, we've all went separate ways over time but we're still very close knit."
"You are right that we all belong to WWE now." Luke continued. "So we don't really want to rough you up to stop Kenny and his boys from coming to find you and doing it themselves. It's just better for everyone involved if you do the right thing." Gabriel took a deep breath and rolled his neck. He wasn't going to get out of this unscathed.
"Sorry, but the right thing to do is stick to my guns. I'm not backing down."
"Hate to hear that."
"Do we have a problem over here guys?" Balor Club swung around and Gabriel shifted his gaze to find Trevor Watson, a former multi time Champion in the WWE, walking towards them. Trevor, wearing a tank top and joggers, was 6'4. 5". He had a light brown skin color, blue eyes, a Mohawk hairstyle with stars shaved into the sides and ocean blue eyes.
"No problem." Finn returned light heartedly with a chuckle. "We're just burying the hatchet about some old issues, right Gabe?" Gabriel stared at Finn with a frown for a moment before his sight returned to Trevor.
"Yeah. Old problems." The door to the men's locker room swung open and Joshua stepped inside wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweats.
"Woah, what's going on in here? This place is usually dead! You guys trying to have a gaming competition without me? Because if you are, I know for a fact I'm the only one that brings gaming consoles to the Raw." Gabriel stood still for a moment before chuckling, thankful for Joshua breaking the tension in the air.
"No parties in here sadly Good Brother. No gaming either." Karl returned with a half shrug. "Just a little talking." Joshua clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"Well that's disappointing." The African-Samoan spoke as he moved across the room towards his locker.
"I'd love to stay around guys." Gabriel spoke, stretching the word 'love' out. "But it's getting a little too crowded in here for me. I'm going to step out." Reaching down Gabriel picked his entrance vest up and title up before throwing then over his shoulder.
"Since you're already ready for tonight why don't you come with me? I was about to head out to see my wife." Trevor's voice spoke to Gabriel. The wrestler from the United Kingdom was indeed already dressed to compete wearing his usual ring gear and a tee shirt that had the IWGP Intercontinental Championship on the front but instead of IWGP it read 'Grayout'.
"Sounds fine to me mate. I was just going to wonder around stumbling onto random people until it was time for my match. I'll catch you later Joshua." Trevor nodded his head before the two men left Balor Club and Joshua in the locker room.
"See you later." Joshua responded just before the door to the room shut. Turning to Balor Club he stretched his arms. "You guys got to give him space. I know you want him to realize things aren't like they were in Japan but everything is too fresh for him. He's not ready to forgive and forget yet."
"You're probably right." Finn responded with a shrug as he shot a glance to his fellow Balor Club members. "We'll try to give him as much space as we can. We just... want to set things straight."
"Trust me, I get it." Joshua responded with a shrug. "Anyway, you guys want to game? I brought a console."
"No way man. You took us for a ride last week and I'm not going though that again. No Mortal Kombat. No Street Fighter. None of it."
"Oh come on. Don't be so uptight." Joshua shot back at Luke as he reached into his duffel bag before pulling out a Playstation 4. "Besides, I brought a PS4 and WWE 2K18 since you guys want to be sore losers when it comes to the retro." There was silence in the room as Karl raised an eyebrow.
"2K18 you say?"
"Yeah. Already got you guys decked out in Bullet Club gear and a caw version of me." Balor Club looked at one another before Finn held out a finger.
"One moment. Let us convene." Joshua rolled his eyes as the other three men turned their backs to him and huddled up before whispering to one another. Joshua tapped his foot on the ground and looked down at his wrist as if there were a watch there. Finally Balor Club turned back to him. "Ok. But we retain the right to gang up on you in Royal Rumble matches, Money in the Bank matches and Elimination Chamber matches."
"You're that scared of losing? Fine."
"Also." Luke interjected with a raised finger causing Joshua to sigh. "If we do tag team matches and you've been winning a lot your partner reserve the right to stab you in the back."
"Sure, why not." The African-Samoan responded as he took his gaming system and began plugging it into the television set in the locker room. Behind him Balor Club rubbed their hands together in anticipation. "WWE 2K18? Nah. May as well be WWE 2K18 Handicap Edition." Joshua grumbled under his breath before pulling out four controller. "Alright ladies, gather around to get your asses kicked."
Gabriel and Trevor walked silently through the corridors of Raw's arena for a while. "I don't think that we've really been properly introduced. I'm Trevor Watson."
"I know who you are." Gabriel responded with a half shrug. "Gabriel Degray though." Trevor nodded as he reached up to run a hand over his mohawk.
"Just a fair warning, my wife Jasmine is kind of shy around people that she doesn't know that well."
"Really?" The shorter man asked with a quizzical expression. "I wouldn't have ever guessed that. I've seen her on TV. She doesn't seem like the shy type."
"It's different out in the ring. She's doing what she loves, you know? Being shy doesn't necessarily mean that you have stage freight." Gabriel nodded his head as the turned a corner.
"Fair enough I guess." The two men walked a little while longer before Trevor motioned for his tag along to stop.
"We're here." He stated, motioning with his head to a door on his right. A golden plaque next to it labeled it as a 'Screen Room'. Essentially it was just one of a few of rooms for any wrestler to come and hang around in while they passed time. Turning the door handle he stepped inside and motioned for Gabriel to follow him. Once inside the room he looked around and sighed. It was inhabited by Trevor's wife Jasmine Angel, Nia Jax and, of course, Alexa Bliss.
"You set me up. Didn't you?" Gabriel accused Trevor who lifted his hands into the air.
"Hey. Alexa's Jasmine's friend and she wanted to talk so they asked me to make it happen. No hard feelings?" Gabriel took a deep breath before shaking his head.
"No. Besides, I kind of owed you after you stepped in and kept Balor Club from jumping me."
"It was no problem." Trevor responded as he walked over to his wife. He gave her a hug as she maneuvered slightly in front of him so that she was out of Gabriel's line of sight. Gabriel cleared his throat before turning to look at Alexa.
"Alright, I'm here. I assume you want to talk more about 'aggression'?"
"As a matter of fact-" Alexa stopped talking as her phone began ringing. Gabriel looked around as she began pulling her phone out. He saw that Nia seemed to be dress for competition. Alexa wore a white tee-shirt, black leggings and black sneakers. Jasmine, from what he could see around Trevor, wore a white fitted tee shirt, jeans and sneakers. Looking back to Alexa he saw her looking at her caller ID. She rolled her eyes at it before hitting the decline button.
"Blake again?" Nia question as he friend nodded.
"Yeah. As I was saying, I want to pick up on the conversation we left off on last week. I guess you haven't changed your mind about it?" Gabriel shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"No. I have problems with Curtis Axel. But that's because last week he jumped me with Miz and Bo Dallas. I don't have problems with him because he bumped into you and told you to watch it." Alexa crossed her arms over her chest as she sat on a wooden table.
"But what if you had been more aggressive when you fought Curtis Axel in your debut like I asked you to be? What if you had hurt him enough that he wasn't there to jump you last week?"
"Then it would have just been Bo Dallas and Miz jumping me and it still probably would have ended with me getting a Skull Crushing Finale." Alexa leaned forward with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah. 'Probably'. But if Axel weren't there then there would also have been a chance for you not to be sent face first to the ground. That means there would have been a chance that you would be the one standing after it was said and all. If only you had done what I advised you to do."
"Sure. But that's all speculation. We don't know that for sure and we never will. Look, Curtis Axel will get his. So if you're that obsessed with seeing him get punished then you can take solace in that when it happens." Alexa pursed her lips as she stared directly into Gabriel's blue eyes.
"No, I'm not going to take 'solace' in that. See, you're a lot like I was when I got here."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah. It is. When I got here I was all bright eyed and bushy tailed, blinded by the spot lights and the fans. You have this morale code and you want to pander to the audience. It's not going to get you anywhere. You know how I know? Because I didn't get anywhere doing that. When I took matters into my own hands though, when I stopped caring what they thought and became more aggressive is when I started to achieve things here. And look what I've achieved. I'm a two time Smackdown Women's Champion and a two time Raw Women's Champion. I was also the first woman to have won both."
"In case you haven't realized, I've won Championships all over the globe. And I've never had to stoop to low levels despite the odds. I fought the odds against Bullet Club I can fight the odds against the Miztourage. It's just a matter of out smarting them. So I'm not going to try to put them on the shelf." Alexa shrugged her shoulders.
"You'll see it my way eventually."
"Lexi does have a way with words." Trevor spoke from where he stood. "She got Jasmine to come out of her shell quicker than anybody else I've ever seen. Jasmine and I have a matches tonight so we should go get ready." Taking his wife by the hand the couple left the room.
"He's right about Alexa." Nia spoke as she passed Gabriel on her way out the door. The blue eyed wrestler stated at the blond haired Raw Women's Champion before he made to leave as well. As he grabbed the door knob Alexa spoke once again.
"Another thing you might want to think about is finding people to watch your back. You can't fight the world all by yourself. Nobody can. It would stop what happened last week from happening to you again."
"That's... actually really good advice."
"I know. Now you start thinking about how everything else I've said is good advice." Gabriel chewed on the inside of his cheek before opening the door and leaving Alexa to herself.
Trevor stepped out of the men's locker room, which was still occupied by Joshua and Balor Club, dressed to compete. He wore a white long sleeve top, slim white Jeans, white Sneakers and a blank white baseball cap. His wife Jasmine stood outside the door also dressed for competition. Her outfit consisted of White long sleeve crop top, with white jeans, white Ewing athletic sneakers and a white dad hat. Trevor cleared his throat before speaking.
"Did you go talk to Kurt about what he wanted?" The light brown skinned blond's hazel eyes came to stare at him. She nodded and smiled while releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"I got an opportunity to win the Raw Women's Championship."
"Really? That's great!"
"Yeah. I'm in the last qualifying match tonight for the Women's Elimination Chamber." Trevor smiled at the excitement in her voice.
"I'm proud of you. You know I'll be cheering for you. You going to go back and hang out with Alexa until it's time for you to go out." The woman nodded her head and Trevor smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Alright. I'll see you in a little bit. Got to go take care of business."
Joshua shook his head as he hit the reversal button on his controller, stopping Karl from stabbing him in the back in their tag team match. "Super kick." The African-Samoan spoke as Luke's character was laid out. "Super kick." He said again as Karl's recently stood character was laid out. "Super kick. 1. 2. And 3. Another round?"
"No way." Luke shot back as he laid his controller on the ground. "Another round? Do you know how long we've been playing? In that time you have won every. Single. Match. Not one of us has one even once. I think I speak for me and my two compadres here when I say we're done." Joshua chuckled as he stood up and stretched.
"That's why you guys are.. what's the word I'm looking for? Oh yeah. Nerds!" Finn placed a hand over his mouth as Luke and Karl acted severely offended.
"You watch your mouth."
"How dare you use such a sacred word against us!"
"Have you no respect?" Joshua shook his head again as he turned around and began walking to his locker.
"Whatever nerds. Since you're all done getting your asses beat I may as well go ahead and put my gear on. You can use the Playstation as long as you want."
Trevor crossed his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the monitor inside of the gorilla position. "Trevor Watson... Trevor Watson what happened to you?" Bray Wyatt chuckled as he ran a hand over his hair and stared into the camera. "You have been on top of the world right? You've done everything there is to do, right? Why are you still here? You know who you remind me of? Matt Hardy. Because, just like Matt Hardy, you've reached a point in your career where you don't know why you're here. You shouldn't be here. But that's Ok. Tonight I put you on the path of redemption. Tonight I erase this idea in your mind that you still belong here. Tonight... you will follow the buzzards."
Bray dropped the microphone that he held as I'm Still by DJ Khaled began playing. Trevor walked out onto the top of the stage and shadow boxed for a few moments. "Introducing second, from Miami, Florida, Trevor Watson!" He spun around before calmly walking down to the ring and entered the square circle where he took his place across from Bray Wyatt. Trevor bounced from foot to foot in his corner until the bell rang. "And here we go with this Elimination Chamber qualifying match. Trevor Watson vs Bray Wyatt after Bray's... bizarre message to his opponent." Trevor motioned for Bray to come at him with one hand and smirked before he calmly left his corner.
Instead of going for a lock up Bray made a beeline for his opponent with a loud yell. Trevor dodged to the side as the other man attempted to plow into him before spinning and delivering a harsh kick to the Eater of World's back. Bray stumbled forward into the corner Trevor had just walked out of. Spinning around he tilted his head to the side to dodge a punch before bringing his elbow up to the side of Trevor's skull. Trevor wobbled to the left before he was caught with a throat thrust. Trevor, otherwise known as Tru King, had his head flung back as he stumbled.
Bray rushed forwards and plowed into Trevor sending him straight to the mat. Bray slid down to one knee, grabbed the back of his opponent's head and began laying punches into his face. Trevor did his best to defend himself until the referee forced Bray to break away from him. The former leader of the Wyatt Family stood to his feet and walked around the ring with a maniacal look in his eyes. Spinning around quickly he rushed forward for a running senton. Trevor rolled across the mat just barely dodging the offensive maneuver. Trevor rolled his body over his shoulders and pushed to his feet before nailing his opponent with a running knee strike.
The ring shook as Bray's body fell, the man's hands covering his face. Trevor dropped down with an elbow drop to the chest. He proceeded to do this two more time before stomping on Bray's forehead. "Let's go Bray!" Trevor yelled at his opponent, kicking the man in the back before dragging him to a standing position by his dreadlocks. Placing his hands on the Eater of World's chest Trevor shoved him. Bray was forced backwards off of his feet and into a corner where Trevor followed up with a running clothesline. Rearing his arm back the man otherwise known as Tru King proceeded to corner clothesline Wyatt before he broke away due to the match official.
"Trevor Watson in control of this match up right now." Michael Cole commentated as Trevor made his way back to the corner despite the official attempting to stop him. "Bray started off setting the pace for the first few moments of the contest but he hasn't gotten anymore offence since then." Trevor reached Bray and delivered a back elbow to the man's skull. He continued to do this, much to the delight of the fans as they excitedly chanted 'Yes!' With every connected strike. Trevor once again broke to keep from being disqualified.
He walked a semi circle in the ring with hands on his hips before turning to stare at Bray, who had come to a seated position against the turnbuckles. "Is that all you got Bray!?" He yelled to the other man. "I'm the one that doesn't belong here!? You're not showing me you belong here! And if that's all you got then you might as well tap out!"
"Trevor speaking his mind to Bray Wyatt in the middle of this match." Corey Graves stated as Trevor rushed across the ring. He made for a running knee strike but Bray rolled his upper body between the middle and lower rope forcing the Tru King's knee to slam into the turnbuckle. Trevor's upper body came to rest on the upper rope as Bray swiftly righted his body. Charging forward Trevor was crushed between his opponent's full force and the unmoving turnbuckles. Grabbing the light brown skinned man's mohawk Bray yanked him backwards and sent him to the canvas.
Wyatt quickly bounced against the ropes gain momentum before performing another running senton, this time connecting. Trevor held his abdomen in pain as Bray stood, threw his head back and laughed. Lashing out with his foot the dreadlocked wrestler kicked his opponent in the side of the skull. Trevor rolled away holding his head as the Eater of World's stalked him closely. Reaching down Bray slowly pull Trevor to his feet and delivered a throat thrust.
The other man's body went backwards before he was grabbed by the back of his head and thrown between the top and middle rope to the apron. Bray quickly went to the apron as well, pulling his opponent in before delivering a DDT. "Oh! Bray Wyatt dropping Trevor Watson onto the apron with a DDT!" Wyatt sat in the edge of the ring and chuckled before dropping to the ground floor, turning around and shoving Trevor under the bottom rope. He then followed in after his target.
Bray circles his down opponent, seemingly talking to himself and shaking his head. Trevor tried to drag himself back to his feet but was stopped as Bray's knee slammed into the back of his head. The Tru King held the place of impact as the Eater of Worlds moved to a corner and looked out at the crowd, his eyes shifting back and forth. Trevor was finally able to make it back to his feet. As soon as he did Bray bent over backwards to stare at him. Trevor narrowed his eyes as his opponent laughed maniacally. "Bray Wyatt playing mind games."
"I'm not scared of you!" Trevor shouted as he ran forward. Bray moved surprisingly fast and ducked underneath a clothesline. His opponent turned around and was picked up for a standing side slam. Using the ring to his advantage Trevor grabbed the top rope so when Bray dropped only his feet hit the ground. Wyatt got to his feet as fast as he could only to be hit with a one handed Bulldog.
"Crown bender! 1, 2, 3."
"I think I speak for everyone when I say Trevor Watson just proved without a shadow of a doubt that he still belongs here!" I'm Still played as Trevor rolled out from under the bottom rope to ringside while lifting his arm in victory. Bray lifted his head up slightly, a dazed look on his face, before clutching his dreadlocks as the winner of the match made his way backstage.
Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck as he walked around backstage. "Gabriel." The brown haired wrestler paused in his track and turned to stare at who had spoken to him. A smile overtook his features as he found Rey Mysterio Jr walking towards him.
"Rey! What are you doing here? I mean, you showed up at the Royal Rumble a couple of weeks ago I know but you haven't been around since then." Rey shrugged in response while returning the other man's smile.
"The Rumble was a one time deal. WWE and I are still trying to negotiate a contract. That's why I'm here tonight, but I saw you and thought that I'd come talk to you. You aren't in a hurry are you?" Gabriel shook his head in response to the question.
"No. There's still another match before I have to go out so I have a little bit of time. You've gotten in really good shape." Rey nodded his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"What can I say? I've been having fun with it. I got to tell you man, there are a lot of people on the indies who aren't too happy with what you're doing here with the IWGP Intercontinental Championship." Gabriel sighed and ran a hand over his face.
"You too Rey?"
"Hey, I get it. You're doing what you got to do to make it around here. I'm just saying that I think you've been making more enemies than friends." The younger man leaned his head back with a sigh.
"You know, you're not the first person that's basically said the same tonight. They told me I should start finding people to watch my back because I can't fight the world alone."
"They sound smart. You should listen to them."
"Yeah. I was worried you would say that."
Jasmine Angel took a deep breath to wash away her nerves. She stood in gorilla position and waited for her music to play. Soon enough it did with Queen of the Night by Whitney Houston overtaking the arena. "The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, Jasmine Angel!" Jasmine took one more deep breath as gold and red lights flashed three times before breaking through the curtains. She walked to the front of the stage as fireworks flew through the air. A single spotlight shined down on her as she walked down to the ring. Once inside the ring she paused in the middle. She looked left and right over the crowd before staring into the camera with a smirk.
Her music died away and was replaced with Respectful by CFO$. Dana Brooke walked out onto the stage. "And from Cleveland, Ohio, Dana Brooke!" Dan flipped and did her normal poses before walking down the ramp and joining Jasmine in the ring. Jasmine smirked as Dana stood in her corner, flexing. Jasmine mocked Dana by flexing in an over exaggerated manner causing the other woman to frown deeply. The bell rang and the two competitors immediately made their way to the center of the ring. "And here we go. The final Elimination Chamber qualifying match for the first ever Women's Elimination Chamber match this sunday where Alexa Bliss will defend the Raw Women's Championship."
The two women circled around each other before coming into a collar and elbow lock up. The power struggled back and forth for a few moments before Dana pulled Jasmine down for a headlock. Dana was able to keep this hold for a few seconds before Jasmine twisted out, yanking Dana's arm as she did so. Twisting the other blond's arm over her head Jasmine lashed out with multiple kicks to the female member of Titus World Wide's abdomen.
Yanking down on the arm that she held Jasmine sent her opponent down to the mat. Jasmine pulled the other woman to her feet before Dana shoved her away. The light brown skinned woman stumbled as Dana bounced off of the ropes and came back towards her with a running clothesline. Jasmine ducked down underneath and dodged the attack. Spinning around she found Dana coming back with more momentum from the opposite ropes. Bending down before Dana could reach her, Jasmin reached out and caught the other female wrestler with a snap scoop power slam. Dana arched her back in pain as Jasmine quickly spun to her feet with another smirk.
"What's wrong Dana?" Jasmine questioned as she walked around the downed woman trying to get back into her feet. "Couldn't cut it as a bodybuilder? Now you can't cut it as a wrestler?" Dana pushed off the ground and onto her feet with a loud slap to Jasmine's face. The woman's head whipped to the side before she was forced backwards into the ropes with a violent shove from Dana. Caught off guard Jasmine was unable to dodge the clothesline that sent her to the canvas. Dana quickly jerked the other woman back up before picking her up and dropping her with a Fireman's Carry Slam.
Jasmine winced in pain as she came to rest on her back. Dana followed up by performing a handstand elbow drop. "Dana Brooke showing off with her unique style." Jasmine tried to roll away but Dana grabbed her by her shirt and dragged her to her feet. Jasmine yelled out as her opponent held her hair before lashing out with a kick. Dana doubled over and was quickly dropped to the mat with a DDT. Dana rolled over while clutching her face. Jasmine stood and stared down at her opponent. To mock her Jasmine performed the same move that Dana just had.
"Now Jasmine poking fun at Dana with that same style." Jasmine came up, parodying Dana by doing the woman's signature taunts. Dana Brooke came to her hands and knees only to find her opponent's foot against her the side of her head pushing her back down to the mat. Dana rolled onto her back and Jasmine launched herself into the air before crashing down onto Dana's chest with her knee. Dana thrashed around for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope. She used it as leverage to pull herself underneath and begin picking herself up. Jasmine rushed forward and kicked her in the face through the ropes before she could stand up. Grabbing Dana's legs and pulling her back into the ring slightly Jasmine catapulted her into the bottom rope as the referee chastised her.
Jasmine smirked and stretched her arms out. "Ain't nobody like this angel!" She shouted to the crowd as they cheered. Turning around Jasmine found that Dana was slowly trying to pull herself to her feet with the help of the ropes. Jasmine ran forward. Dana moved to the side and caught the other woman's ankles between her legs, tripping her and sending her into the ropes. Jasmine held her chest as she fell backwards. The two women laid on the mat for a few moments as the crowd continued to cheer before they both began working themselves back up. The both made it to their feet at relatively the same time. Jasmine moved forward to grab her opponent but was caught with an Enzuigiri instead. Jasmine toppled over onto the mat before Dana ensnared her with a bodyscissors. Jasmine yelled in pain as Dana applied as much pressure as she could on both sides.
"Will Jasmine Angel have to tap out here? Jasmine isn't close enough to the ropes and Dana is applying a lot of torque." Jasmine grit her teeth and threw her head back in pain as she tried to drag herself and Dana to the ropes. Dana squeezed her legs even harder and bounced, breaking Jasmine's concentration on that task. Reaching down Jasmine grabbed her opponent's ankles and began trying to force her way out of the submission hold. The woman struggled back and forth before Jasmine was finally able to roll out and away from the female member of Titus World Wide.
Jasmine held her abdomen before she was pulled up to her feet by Dana. Dana threw her into the ropes and went for a clothesline as she came back. Jasmine ducked down and stopped before bouncing off the other ropes. The light brown skinned woman lashed out with a kick to Dana's stomach but the other woman caught her foot before pushing it to the mat and smashing Jasmine in the face with her forearm. Jasmine stumbled and was then Irish whipped into a corner. Dana instantly followed after her with a handspring black elbow smash. Jasmine fell to her knees before rolling away out of the corner. Dana ran forward and went for a running rounding Moonsault splash. Jasmine rolled her body even more, barely dodging as Dana's body slammed into the canvas.
Jasmine laid on the mat for a few more seconds before using the ropes and pulling herself to her feet. She forced Dana up before lifting the other woman off of the ground. "It looks like Jasmine might be setting up for it... she is! Call of the Angels!" And Argentine Powerbomb laid Dana Brooke out in the middle of the ring. Jasmine dragged herself across the mat and covered her opponent. "And there's the three count. Jasmine Angel with an impressive victory here tonight, and she's moving on to the first ever Women's Elimination Chamber this Sunday!" Queen of the Night once again reigned in the arena as Jasmine pushed off of the mat. She made her way to ringside before sitting on the barricade, celebrating with the fans behind her.
Gabriel shook his head as he stared at a television monitor, Rey Mysterio standing beside him. "Shy. She's shy Rey. I wouldn't believe it with how she acts out there if I hadn't seen it in person." Rey Mysterio shrugged his shoulders in response before patting the other man on his shoulder.
"Well, now that her match is up it looks like it's time for you to head out there. Good luck. I'll catch you later."
"See you then Rey." Gabriel responded as they walked off in different directions. Gabriel quickly walked through the hallways of Raw's arena, reaching the Gorilla Position just a few short moments later. Curt Hawkins was already out in the ring, talking about his losing streak. Gabriel frowned. "Really? Curt Hawkins? Whoever set this match up is a damp squib." Almost as soon as the words left Gabriel's mouth, Curt Hawkins quit talking in the ring and All I Want by A Day to Remember blared loudly.
The crowd cheered loudly as Gabriel walked out backwards onto the stage before spinning to come down into a three point superhero landing pose, looking out over them. "His opponent, from Birmingham, United Kingdom, Gabriel Degray!" Pushing up he walked down the ramp, high fiving a few kids before stopping at the end. He looked over the ring and then made his way to the steel stairs. Before reaching them he spun and leaped onto the apron. After sitting there with one hand on the rope and one leg dangling from the apron he stood up. Walking towards the corner he climbed the turnbuckles and did his usual pose before dropping down into the ring and throwing the hood of his vest back. Walking to the side of the ring where the main camera was Gabriel unstrapped the IWGP Intercontinental Championship and held it high for a few moments. Then he turned and handed both it and his vest off to someone at ringside. Turning around to stare at Hawkins he bounced back and forth on his feet in his corner.
The bell rang on the signal from the referee and the two men left their corners. "Curt Hawkins more thank likely looking to break his losing streak here tonight."
"I wouldn't count on it." Corey Graves responded to Michael Cole. The two competitors in the ring circled around one another. Hawkins made to lock up but Gabriel slammed his knee into the man's gut instead. Hawkins doubled over due to this and Gabriel's knee slammed into his face. Hawkins' body shot upright as he covered his facial features. The British wrestler in the match spun around before delivering a discuss Lariat that laid Hawkins out on the mat. Hawkins began using Gabriel's tight to pull himself up after laying dazed for a moment. Gabriel grimaced in response to this before lifting the man up into a Fireman's Carry. From there Curt Hawkins was dropping into a Roundhouse kick. "Man Down. That's why I wouldn't count on it. Gabriel Degray making short work of his opponent here tonight."
Gabriel stood to his feet with a frown as All I Want played once again. It felt underwhelming to him to win in such quick fashion. Moving to the side of the ring he took his Championship and a microphone before motioning for his music to be cut. When it stopped he began speaking. "To be honest, I didn't much enjoy that at all. There is one thing that I would enjoy though... and that is to become the Undisputed Intercontinental Champion. Miz, you have something that I want. So what do you say? This sunday is Elimination Chamber. It'd be a great time for me to take it away from you." Gabriel lowered the microphone and waited as the crowd chanted 'Yes!' repeatedly.
After a few seconds of silence I Came to Play by Downstait played. The Miz and the Miztourage walked out onto the stage, all three men dressed in suits. Miz looked around with an expression akin to disgust as the fans continued their chants. "Excuse me? Did I hear you right? You want to become the 'Undisputed' Intercontinental Champion?"
"That's right."
"I am the most must see Intercontinental Champion of all time! You're not on my level and you never will be! I make this title prestigious while you walk around damaging the reputation of the one that you have every second you hold it!" The Miz shouted into his microphone as his face turned red. "And you have the nerve to challenge me for my Championship?"
"I don't know what's unclear about what I said." Gabriel replied as he came to lean on the top rope and stare up the ramp. "You have an Intercontinental Championship. I have an Intercontinental Championship." He continued slowly, as if he were trying to make a child understand something. "I want the one that you have. And I want to take it from you this sunday at Elimination Chamber." Miz paced back and forth on the stage for a moment before devious smile crossed his lips.
"I don't think that this Sunday works well. After all, it's not often that the IWGP and WWE Intercontinental Champions face one another, right. That sounds more like a match for Wrestlemania."
"Are you saying you accept?"
"I'm saying that this Sunday you should face Bo Dallas and Curtis Axel in a triple threat match and whoever wins faces me at Wrestlemania... with both titles on the line." Gabriel stared at Miz for a moment before chuckling.
"So let me get this right... You want me to put my title on the line against both of your muppets and whoever wins faces you at Wrestlemania for both titles?"
"I don't know what's unclear about what I said." Miz returned, mocking the man who shook his head.
"If that's what it takes then fine."
"Did I just hear that right?" Michael Cole questioned as Miz laughed. His laughter stopped, however, as Kurt Angle's music played. The bald headed general manager walked out onto stage, looking back and forth between the two men. Then he spoke.
"If that's what you two want to do then I have no problem with it. However, I'm going to make a little stipulation to even things up. Miz if you interfere in that triple threat match... in any capacity... then Gabriel Degray will win by forfeit. Oh it's true. It's damn true." Raw went to commercial with Miz arguing with Angle while Gabriel clapped in the ring.
Miz and his Miztourage followed backstage after Kurt Angle. Curt Hawkins and Gabriel both made their way backstage as well, Curt lagging somewhat behind the winner of their match. As soon as Gabriel broke the curtains and exited from the gorilla position he sighed. "I really wish I would've known that was going to happen so I could have told Rey to just wait a few minutes."
"Really? Are you serious?" Gabriel spun around to find Alexa having come up behind him as he walked.
"What do you mean." Alexa frowned at the man and crossed her arms across her chest while shaking her head. After staring at a wall for a couple of seconds she motioned for him to follow her.
"Come on smart guy. We need to talk." Gabriel frowned as Alexa walked past him and he kept pace behind her.
"I figured you would be happy that you get to try to talk me into hurting Curtis Axel this sunday."
"We'll get to that when we get to where we're going."
Joshua stood in gorilla position, waiting for Raw to return from commercial. His waiting didn't last long as This War is Ours by Escape the Fate started up and his two spotlights searched around as the crowd cheered. Raiden walked out backwards onto the stage before spinning, slapping the ground and bringing his arms out to his sides. Pyro went off behind him as the lights in the arena came back up. "Introducing first, from Fagaloa Bay, Samoa, Raiden Mercer!" The man made his way down the ramp and paused at the end. Then he climbed onto the apron and Springboarded into the ring. Raiden did a slow spin, pointing at the crowd before his hand formed a gun that he pointed up the ramp, pulling the trigger while he waited.
Next Generation of Great by CFO$ took the place of Raiden's theme as Kurt Angle's son marched out onto the ramp. "His opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, Jason Jordan!" He smiled as the crowd reigned boos down on him. He walked down the ramp and entered the ring to face off with Raiden. "Our main event here tonight, the final qualifying match for the Elimination Chamber this Sunday."
"That's right. Whoever wins this match goes on to join Brock Lesnar, John Cena, Braun Strowman, Elias and Trevor Watson in that demonic structure for a chance to emerge as WWE Universal Champion." The bell rang and the two men made for each other.
The came into a collar and elbow lock up before struggling back and forth with each other. Jason broke the lock up by grabbing Raiden's arm and twisting it. Raiden was quick to reverse this action and pull his opponent into a headlock. Jason placed his hands on the African-Samoan's hip and back before shoving him forward and breaking the hold. Jordan followed up by rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Raiden's waist to go for a german suplex. Raiden quickly grabbed the former Raw Tag Team Champion's hands and forced them apart. Spinning around he delivered a discuss forearm that caused his opponent to loll to the side.
Raiden made to grab the other man but Jason regained his bearings and shoved him away. Raiden fell to the mat off of a dropkick before Jason pulled him in for a Gator roll. Raiden planted his hands into the mat and shoved backwards, evading the maneuver before his opponent could fully lock it in. The son of the general manager jumped to his feet and rushed forward for a clothesline that Raiden ducked underneath. As Jordan turned around his head snapped to the side due to an Enzuigiri. Jordan stumbled backwards into the ropes before he was clotheslined over the top to the apron.
Raiden quickly exited through the top and middle ropes to join Jordan on the apron. Springboarding up off of the ropes Raiden caught Jason Jordan with a Hurricanrana that flipped them both back over into the ring. "Raiden Mercer on his A game here tonight!" Jason held his back in pain as Raiden began climbing the tunbuckles. "And now it looks like he's thinking high risk! He could be looking to end this match early tonight!" As Raiden reached the top turnbuckle Jason Jordan pushed off the mat, jumped to the second turnbuckle and caught his opponent with an exploding suplex.
Raiden skid across the canvas before rolling onto his stomach while Jason leaped to his feet with a scream. Rushing his downed opponent the son of Kurt Angle dropped a knee down onto the other man's skull before pulling him into a Gator roll. This time Raiden was unable to escape before the hold was fully applied and found himself struggling against the strength of Jordan.
Jordan slowly dragged his opponent up to his feet before lifting him off of the ground with a vertical suplex. Raiden arched his back as Jordan leaped back up and spun in circles in a manner very much similar to that of Kurt Angle causing the crowd to boo him mercilessly. With a smile Jason shook his head and bent down before forcing Raiden back up by his long hair. Jason delivered a stiff right hook causing Raiden to retaliate with an elbow to the side of the head. Jason seemed dazed as he walked back a couple of steps.
Raiden moved forward for a clothesline but Jason avoided it. Moving underneath the attacking arm Jordan spun around, wrapped his arms around Raiden's waist and then flung him across the ring with a German Suplex. Raiden rolled over himself, using the momentum of the throw to come back to his feet quickly. He held his back with gritted teeth. Upon noticing that Raiden was already back up Jordan rushed towards him. Raiden dodged to the side, pushing Jordan's back with his hands to give him more momentum and send him chest first into the turnbuckles.
The crowd 'oohed' at the impact as Jason slowly walked backwards holding his chest. Raiden ran forward, jumped onto the second turnbuckle just in front of Jason Jordan before performing a Moonsault that sent his opponent back first to the canvas. Raiden walked to the nearest ropes and exited to the outside of the ring before going for a Springboard shooting star press. Jason quickly stood to his feet and kicked the descending man in the side of the head. "That might be lights out for Raiden Mercer! This could be it! Jason Jordan could be moving on to Elimination Chamber!"
Jason fell to the mat and laid there for a second before crawling towards his opponent. Pushing Raiden over he went for the pin fall. "1, 2" The crowd called with the referee before cheering as Raiden forced his shoulder off of the mat, breaking the pinfall. Jason rolled off of the other man's body and held his head with frustration. Rolling over onto his stomach he slowly pushed himself up into a standing position. Jason forced his opponent up onto his feet before grabbing his wrist and going for a short arm clothesline.
Raiden bent down, avoiding the attack before spinning around and pulling Jason in for a backdrop suplex. The two men laid on the mat, Raiden holding the side of his head as the crowd chanted 'Let's go Raiden, let's go!'. Raiden reached out for the ropes and used them as leverage to slowly dragged himself back up. He laid back against the ropes, taking advantage of the moment to rest. Once Jason stood to his feet Raiden moved forward and a high knee sent the other man back to the mat. Keeping his forward momentum going he quickly exited the ring and then once again went for a Springboard shooting star press. The crowd roared in approval as he connected with the maneuver the second time. Raiden's body bounced up before he landed on his back and held his abdomen. Realizing he needed to take advantage he spun over onto his stomach and threw his arm over the other man.
"There's the three count! We now know all six men who will he participating in the Elimination Chamber this Sunday for the Universal Championship!" Raiden rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling as This War is Ours echoed in his ears. Pushing off the mat he got up and turned in a slow circle to look at the cheering fans. With a smirk the African-Samoan stuck his arm out and pointed at the Wrestlemania sign. Raw went off air as the crowd continued cheering and Raiden made the title motion around his waist.
"Was it necessary to come to a restaurant to talk about whatever this is? We couldn't have just talked about it back at the arena?" Gabriel questioned across a table to Alexa Bliss prompting the woman to shrug.
"Yes. I was hungry, and since you're making this whole advice thing so hard you're buying me food. So tell me, how long have you been this stupid?"
"What are you talking about? I'm in a triple threat with Bo Dallas and Curtis Axel. No disqualification. I figured you would be elated about this."
"Don't get me wrong, that's the best part of this situation. But you let the Miz set the rules. You're not just in there with Curtis Axel. You're in there with his teammate in a no disqualification. They're going to take you out. And you put your Championship on the line? That is your best leverage in this company right now. If you lose it, what then? You'll probably be blacklisted from the indies for defending another promotion's title in WWE, you won't have your leverage anymore and you've made way more enemies than friends. And if you somehow win? You're going to be hurt, Miz will probably take the title and you've still made more enemies than friends.
"You're good in the ring it's true. But I don't think you understand the consequences of what you're doing. You want to be a good guy. You want to be this big hero for all of the kids in the crowd. It's going to be your downfall." Gabriel leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms and staring down at the table he sat at.
"We'll see."
End Chapter
I thought I had more weeks between the Rumble and next Raw Pay per view but I was wrong. Next chapter is Elimination Chamber, will probably take a little while to write because of all the people in the matches. After that we'll probably get more into outside of week to week action a little more.
Trevor's(Created by TheRandomFandomLover) info:
Real Name: Trevor Kentrell Watson
Ring Name: T.K. Watson/ Tru King (He and Jasmine alternate between their ring names)
Hometown: Miami, Florida
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4.5
Weight: 225
Skin color: Light brown
Social Media Handle: TKWatson_WWE
Appearance: African American with Hispanic. Thick medium beard with a shaped mustache and soul patch. Ocean Blue eyes. Mohawk hairstyle that he'll cut with a design on the side, like stars, crowns, etc.
Ring attire: WWE Attire 1: White long sleeve top, Slim White Jeans, White Sneakers and a blank white baseball cap.
WWE Attire 2: Black tank top, black jeans and a pair of black Nike huaraches.
WWE Attire 3: Dark Red sleeveless shirt, black wrestling tights with a pair of black and red Nike sneakers. (From time to time, he'll wear his black and red Letterman with this.)
WWE Attire 4: Gray and black Letterman jacket with black shirt underneath, white wrestling tights and a black sneakers.
Entrance Attire: Same as the ring attire.
Street Clothes: (Formal) Full Tuxedo attire including the vest and tie.
(Non formal) Anything casual.
(Athletic) Tank top, T Shirt, joggers or shorts.
Tattoos/piercings: Only his earlobes are pierced. He'll usually wear Diamond stud earrings.
Personality: (In ring) As the husband of Jasmine, he's known for being the "male version" of her. He'll play with your mind in a way that'll make you never able to keep focus on what he does. (Out of the ring) The guy everyone knows and gets along with. He's charismatic, charming and quite the enthusiast, in the ring and out.
Wrestling Style: Powerhouse, Showman, Hardcore and Brawler.
Taunts: "You ain't all that but I'll still let you fight me." "You can do better than that! I know you can!" "If that's all you've got for me, then you may as well tap out now."
Signatures(Max 6): Crucifix Powerbomb, Fireman's carry cutter (TKO), Legsweep DDT, Chokeslam Backbreaker (Bow Down), Sitout facebuster, GTS
Finishers (Max 3): One handed Bulldog (Crown Bender), T-Bone Suplex, Spear
Manager: none.
Theme Song: I'm Still by DJ Khaled
Entrance: Walks to the top and shadow boxes for a bit before spinning around and walking calmly towards the ring. And if he has one of his Championship belts with him, he'll stand in the ring holding it high in the air.
Titantron & Minitron: Titantron: A sound of glass breaks before his match video mash-up appears
Minitron: His name flashing repeatedly.
Relationships: Jasmine Angel (Wife)
"Malicious" Mike Watson (Father)
CM Punk (Friend/Mentor)
Mick Foley (Mentor)
Dean Ambrose (Friend)
Roman Reigns (Friend)
Seth Rollins (Friend)
Sheamus (Friend)
Big E (Friend)
Kofi Kingston (Friend)
Jimmy and Jey Uso (Friends)
Accomplishments: 3x Intercontinental Champion, 4x WWE Champion, 3x World Heavyweight Champion, 2x US Champion, 1x Universal Champion
Bio: Son of "Malicious" Mike Watson, a wrestling legend, his interest in wrestling was something that grew more when he watched how his father performed in the ring. The drive and energy his father made him determined to be a wrestler one day and nothing or no one could stop him. He was in a love storyline on FCW (soon turned NXT) with Jasmine and they ended up dating off screen. Not too long after she departed from NXT, he signed with the WWE on the SmackDown brand while Jasmine signed to Raw, which is the brand they both appear on now.
Jasmine's(Created by TheRandomFandomLover) info:
Real Name: Jasmine Marie Angel
Ring Name: Jasmine Angel/ Tru Queen
Hometown: Detroit, Michigan
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5
Weight: 160
Skin color: Light brown
Social Media Handle: JAngel_ProWrestling
Appearance: African American mixed with Italian, hazel eyes, Blonde curly hair (Naturally black though) that's either in a slicked, curly ponytail or in its natural state with a side part. Has a slim yet fit body.
Ring attire:
WWE attire 1: White long sleeve crop top, with white jeans, white Ewing athletic sneakers and a white dad hat
WWE attire 2: Black and white sleeveless hoodie that has her logo (her name with gold wings on either side with a halo above it) with dark gray jeans and a pair of hi top converse
WWE attire 3: Dark red tank top, black ripped jeans, black and gum Nike sneakers (Sometimes she'll wear a black and red Letterman jacket with this attire).
WWE Attire 4: Gray and Black letterman jacket with a light gray shirt underneath, black shorts, knee high black converse and gray fingerless glove on her left hand.
Entrance Attire: Same as the ring.
Street Clothes: (Non formal) A fitted t shirt (varying to short sleeved to long) Jeans or shorts (depending on the temperature), and a pair of sneakers or boots.
(Formal) A gown/dress fit for the occasion and a nice pair of heels to match as well as some flashy jewelry.
(Athletic) A sports bra with matching leggings and a pair of athletic sneakers.
Tattoos/piercings: Nose piercing (right nostril), Lion tattoo (left hand), Angel with praying hands (back of neck)
Personality: (In ring) A mix of childish in a way that seems comical and dangerous, she knows how to hit her opponents where it hurts physically, mentally and emotionally. Uses her taunts and insults to frustrate her opponents. Also tends to defy authority for the fun of it. (Outside the ring/out of character) Despite her wrestling persona, Jasmine can be really closed off and shy when she isn't around one of her close friends. She would think it's because of her past that she's very introverted and distant.
Wrestling Style: Powerhouse, Showman, High flyer & brawler.
Taunts: "Ain't nobody like this Angel!" "You might be better than me, but you'll never be me. Which is what makes me special." "I feel like taking someone to hell today!"
Signatures(Max 6): Jumping DDT, Sliced bread, Facebuster (Halo Breaker), Backpack Stunner (Heavens Drop), Armtrap Half Nelson Sleeper (Angel's Chokehold), Superkick
Finishers (Max 3): LA Ayakita submission hold (Angel Lock), Rocket launcher (Stairway to Heaven), Argentine Powerbomb (Call of the Angels)
Manager: None
Theme Song: Queen of the Night - Whitney Houston
Entrance: Gold and red lights flash 3 times when the beginning of her song comes and she walks out to the front as fireworks fly when she gets to the top of the ramp. A single spotlight on her as she walks towards the ring, she stops in the middle to look at both sides of the audience before turning back to the camera with a smirk on her face. Every now and then, she'll toss her hat to a young fan as she walks down.
Titantron & Minitron: Titantron: Screen will switch from static to her face 3 times before her name pops up with her custom logo before it switches to her random match videos.
Minitron: Fades in a picture of her eyes to a Golden crown than to a pair of wings.
Relationships:
Trevor "T.K." Watson (Husband)
"Malicious" Mike Watson (Father in Law)
Alexa Bliss (Friend)
Sasha Banks (Friend)
Nia Jax (Friend)
Bayley (friend)
Dean Ambrose (Friend)
Roman Reigns (friend)
Seth Rollins (Friend)
Carmella (Frenemy)
Mickie James (Mentor)
Trish Stratus (Mentor)
AJ Lee (former mentor but they still communicate whenever she needs advice)
HBK (Mentor)
Stone Cold Steve Austin (Mentor)
Accomplishments: 4x Raw Women's Champ
2x Diva's Champ
2x SD Live Women's Champ
1x NXT Diva's Champ
Bio: Grew up in an abusive and toxic household until her early teen years when she taken in legally by her longtime neighbor after tragedy struck in her home. They then moved out to Tampa, Florida so that the Jasmine could have a much better life. After seeing a wrestling event at 15, she made a vow to become pro wrestler if she were given the chance. After finishing high school at 17, she set out to attend wrestling school in Florida before they were accepted into FCW (soon to be combined with NXT). There, she'd been scouted by Legends HBK and Stone Cold who offered to train her further so that her potential wouldn't be wasted. She wrestled in what became NXT for a year and a half before HBK finally talked to HHH about getting her onto the main roster to debut, to which he spoke to Vince first. After hearing about how well she wrestled, she was offered a contract right then and there.