Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 31: Women's Championship Match.
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"I don't know which wrestling gear to wear," I sighed, talking to Alexa, "Help me please?"
Alexa tapped her chin, examining the four outifts spread across the bench. "How about that black one,"
"Really?"
"Yes, I love the sparkles on it," she smiled combing her hair, "When's your match?"
"Hm, I think after the tag team match. You don't think this top doesn't show too much cleavage?"
"Not at all," she shook her head, "Just get dressed, it says you have an interview with Todd."
"What? Where?"
"On the television. Hurry it up, it's after this commercial."
"Alright," I told her, and immediately, I started changing out of my clothes, and into my wrestling gear. It consisted of black shorts, with silver sparkles engraved on the sides with my initials. The top was black also, with silver sparkles on straps and below the bra-line. After lacing my boots, I began working on my hair. I kept it straight, and simply brushed it. My makeup was black eyeliner, gray eyeshadow, sable mascara, and concealer.
"Alright, I'll talk to you later..." I stated, grabbing my hoodie.
"Good luck girl!"
I exited the room, and started down the corridor. Okay, two minutes before my interview. I hate rushing, just for this interview.
"Hayden..." someone called my name, however, I didn't take a look.
"I can't talk!" I simply yelled, rotating to the left corner of the hall.
There, I saw Todd holding a microphone, prepared to introduce me. The camera men counted him off, and he began speaking.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time, Hayden Cena,"
A huge smile came across my face, as I stood alongside Todd.
"Hey Todd, what's up?" I asked, "Anything new? Girlfriends? Boyfriends?"
I love winging the interviews.
He shook his head, adjusting his glasses, "I'm not gay, and I'm single."
"Good for you," I playfully slapped his shoulder, "now, what do you want to ask me?"
"Well," he began, "tonight you have a match against Maria for the Women's Championship. How do you feel entering this match?"
"Confident. You know, I have not been Champion yet, an I know I can be a good one. I've proven myself in this company, not by prancing in a bikini, cough Maria cough. However, I worked my ass off since the age of fifteen. No, I wasn't the best at the beginning, no one is. I became great enough though, enough to become Women's Champion."
"Are you afraid of any interruptions. Such as Tyler Orton? He's been on your case for several weeks now, as a matter of fact, since your return."
A slight laugh left my lips, "I'm not worried at all about him. He doesn't scare me anymore. He better not interfere with my match, because if he does," I stared at the camera, "he's screwed."
With that, the camera shut off at the serious side of me. Todd grinned, shaking my hand.
"Good luck Hayden."
"Thanks Todd," I told him, "I hope I didn't hurt your feelings when I said if you had boyfriends."
"It's fine, your dad is meaner." he responded, "I'll see you later."
"Bye," I waved at him, before turning on my heel, heading to the gorilla position. As I reached it, there stood the Women's Champion. You would have never thought she would be the Champ. Believe it or not, she was a good diva. A tough one too. I can beat her though, I know I can.
"Excited?" she questioned, "You know, to fight for the belt?"
"Yes I am."
"Yeah, I won't go too hard on you," she scoffed, "we wouldn't want you to get hurt now."
"Excuse me?" I said a bit offended, "You better bring it your all. I sure as hell am, and you wouldn't want to lose that belt because you didn't try your best to beat me."
She ran a hand through her long reddish hair, "Trust me Hayden, you really don't know what your getting yourself into."
"Yes I do."
"No, you really don't." she shook her head, and soon you heard her theme song hit the arena, "See you out there."
"Whatever." I muttered under my breath, cracking my neck and wrists. Here we go, my music will start, and then there I am.
Waiting patiently for it, I jumped up and down pumped. My theme song blared through the speakers, and out from the curtain I came. The crowd went crazy as I smiled, running down the ramp slapping some of the fans' hands. Maria stared at me with deadly eyes, like I was her prey. I slid into the ring, and went onto the top turnbuckle. I lifted the sweatshirt off, revealing my wrestling top, and threw the sweatshirt into the fans.
There, I stood toe to toe with Maria. The ref separated us, holding the Women's Belt. He showed it off to each of the sections, and handed it to Lilian Garcia.
"Lets go ladies, let's have a clean fight," he instructed us, "Ring the bell!"
DING DING DING!
And so the match began, the two of us stood their for some seconds simply staring at each other.
"You think your so tough?" she laughed, pushing me a bit, "Do you really think your so tough?"
Once again, she pushed me harder, causing me to fall on the ground. A huff escaped my lips, as I got up again. This time, I slapped her in the face, making her go back. My hands connected to her face with punches. Throwing her to the turnbuckle, she flew to the other side, my forearm clotheslining her. She fell to the floor, immediately getting up again.
A smirk played across my face, as she shook her head. Maria came closer to me, punching me in the stomach. Conversely, I kicked her in the stomach, lifting her up in a suplex. She held her back, yelping in pain. Again, I punched her in the face as many times as I could, until the ref made me get off. He held me back, giving Maria enough time to regain her composure. The ref got out of our way, as I took her by the hair, ready to perform a DDT. Maria countered it, pulling me into a facebuster. OUCH! My face hit the ground hard, my nose bending. I held my nose, sprawling into a tiny ball. Maria pulled my hair, grabbing my chin and pulling it down.
"AAAHH!!" I screamed in pain. Maria pulled tighter, screaming also.
"REF GET HER OFF!"
"Give up Hayden?" he asked me, "Give up?"
"NO!"
"Okay." he stated, as Maria continued agonizing my face.
She let go, throwing my face to the ground once more. I could feel myself go weak, and eyes close. No, Hayden you can't give up. This is for the belt, something you've wanted for as long as you could remember.
The red-head scooped me up, holding me by the hair, "Take this!"
She grabbed my throat, lifting me up! I strangled my way out, pushing her to the turnbuckles. She held her back, as I rammed into her stomach a couple of times. The fans cheered while I began fighting back. I climbed onto the turnbuckle, punching her a couple of times. I grabbed her, throwing her into a Monkey Flip.
"Hayden's coming back J.R."
"Indeed King, she really want's that belt!"
Taking a hold of Maria, I perfomed a Head Scissors flip, and she laid unconcious on the mat. Taking heavy breathes, I wobbled up the top turnbuckle and screamed. My Haydenizer. That's all I need to win this match. Here it goes! I jumped off the turnbuckle, and onto Maria. She countered the flip, pinning me into a small package. Oh hell no! Her legs are on the ropes! Ref, can't you frikkin' see it! I can from the screen!
1...2...3!! DING DING DING!.
Maria let go of me, rolling out of the ring with a huge smile.
"Here's your winner, and still the WWE Women's Champion, Maria!" Lilian declared to the arena and millions watching at home.
Are you fucking kidding me? Pulling on my hair, I stared at the replay. How didn't I counter that? It was so easy. This can't be happening, my dream just slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. I got up, running my hands through my hair. Exiting the ring, I walked up the ramp, my head sunk down. My song came on, and I looked up staring at everyone. Then, I went through the curtain, with a huge yell leaving my lips.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!"
Tears wanted to leave my eyes, but no, they will not. I'm a sore loser yes, but I won't cry about it.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the loser," Tyler Orton started. Great the cameras are still on.
I stopped standing in front of him. He placed his hands on his waist, looking me up and down.
"Love the outfit," he complimented with a smirk, "Too bad you lost."
"Shut the hell up." I told him, about to make my way past. On the other hand, he held me back.
"Nope, is that how you treat me?" he slightly said, "Come on, you know we're meant to be."
Laughing, I shook my head, "Hell no! I have my interests on someone else thank you very much."
"Who is that?" he rose an eyebrow, tapping his chin, "Oh yeah, that loser. Cody Rhodes?"
I stayed silent just rolling my eyes at him, "No he's not."
"I'm more of man he is," he continued, "You know you can't resist me."
"Yes I can, you my friend, can't resist me."
"I know I can't" he retorted, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, "And you think I hate you."
The cameras went off, as the tension between Tyler and I built for the show. I stared up at him, and he scooped me up for a hug.
"Sorry about your loss."
"Baby, I tried so hard!" I complained, "For nothing."
"It wasn't for nothing, be happy your in contention for that title. Your going to have other chances, don't worry baby,"
"Okay." I mumbled, as the two of us walked back to the lockeroom area.
Tyler stopped me, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips, "Meet me here after the show okay?"
"Yep."
I entered my father's lockeroom, to see him tying his sneakers. Carefully, I took a seat on the metal chair, capturing his attention.
"Hey babygirl," he grinned looking up at me, "Great job in your match."
"Sure," I sighed, adjusting my bra top, "I lost."
"Well, you win some you lose some."
"I just wanted that belt."
"You'll get that belt," he said with no hesitation, "I know you will."
"I was wondering...can we go to the gym tomorrow...so.."
"So, I can help you counter small package pins?" he chuckled getting up from the couch.
"Yes! If I knew how to do that, I probably would have won!"
"I know, tomorrow morning okay?"
"Perfect." I smiled, kissing his cheek, "Good luck in your match."
With a wink, my dad left the room. Great, now I have to kill sometime by myself. Hm, maybe I should go get ready? Yeah, that's a good idea.
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Women's Lockeroom.
The Women's Lockeroom was occupied by Mickie, Melina, Me, and Ashley. Speaking of Ashley, my father and her have tried to sort everything out. My dad won't talk to her like she used to. She still feels guilty about everything. On a side note, we're going to found out the sex of the baby during Christmas break. Maybe this could be a great christmas present for my dad. He still loves her, and she still loves him. I just wish they would talk more, and forget that she slept with Edge. Then again, what if it's his baby? It's hard to forget your girlfriend slept with your enemy,when the baby is his.
Grabbing my hairbrush, I combed my hair once more, before applying some hairspray. I grabbed the pink lipgloss, and put a dab on.
"Hayden," Ashley started, "Ty's here."
"Alright." I took all my things, and said bye to all of the women. I shut the door behind me, and met Tyler. He smiled, pecking me on the lips.
"Ready to go?"
"Yes I am, Mr. Orton."
"Good," he took my hand, and we ran outside to the parking lot, and jumped into his car.
"Where are we going?" I questioned when he pulled out of the lot.
"To my favorite place."
"Great," I giggled, "To the Pizzeria it is!"
"You know you love it." he smirked, "Just like you love me."
"Right Tyler," I flicked through the radio stations, "The same way you love my music taste."
"NOOO!" he groaned, when his ears heard "Love Is Gone." by David Gueletta.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, "You know you love it!"
"I hate you!"
"Aw!" I squealed, "I love you too!"
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