Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 47: Bianca vs. Hayden
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His hand interlaced with my own as we strutted into the large arena. A smile covered my visage, while he rambled away about something silly he committed earlier in the day. As much as I would have love to put my whole attention on his story, there was only one thing stuck in my mind. Bianca. That filthy, ugly-looking blonde. Tonight had finally come. I've been waiting for this night for so long. I would fight her, one on one, in that four-sided ring. Her debut match wasn't going to be pretty. In fact, I know she isn't going to win. After all, I am the Women's Champion.

"Babe," Tyler interrupted my thoughts, squeezing my hand tightly, "Were you paying attention at all?"

"Oh, of course Ty."

He rose an eyebrow, "Fine. What was the last thing I said?"

"You said 'Were you paying attention at all?'" I mimicked, stating his last sentence. He rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders.

"I mean, before that."

"Babe."

"Hayden, seriously."

"Fine!" I groaned, pouting my bottom lip, "I don't know. I wasn't paying attention."

He smirked, "I knew it. That's why I stopped talking about it when I saw the evil glare in your blue eyes."

An innocent smile came across my face, as I leaned into him. As we continued down the hall, I spotted curls of blonde hair flow from the mid back of a skinny back. It was her.

My blue eyes were on her, I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.

"Look at her," I scoffed in a harsh voice, "She's so gross."

Tyler didn't say anything. He just looked at the vexing blonde. There was something about his stare that made me feel curious, and cautious. Then, she turned, spotting us from the other side. She didn't look at me, instead, her eyes fell on Tyler. Both locked eyes, a small grin lifted upon her perfectly glossed lips. A smirk fell on his lips, and she went back to her conversation with the Latina.

"What was that?" I glanced up at him, slightly confused.

He shook his head, allowing a quick sigh to escape his mouth.

"It was nothing," he held my hand, and brought it up to his lips, kissing it gently, 'You have a match with her right?"

"Yes, and I am pumped. I'm going to win."

"How are you sure? I mean, it looks like she's in pretty good shape...for wrestling."

What is he saying? Did he just compliment her?

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He shut his eyes for a brief second, and let out a breath.

"I didn't mean it, in the way your thinking. I was just saying she looks like she's prepared to put on a good fight."

"Well, I'm prepared to kick her ass in a matter of only five minutes. It won't take me that long to start her in-ring career with one loss."

We turned the corner, and Tyler muttered something under his breath. I could barely understand what he said. With a bit of hesitation, he spoke louder.

"She has a good trainer Hayden. Who knows, maybe she can...you know."

I let go of his hand, standing in front of him, with disbelief. Why is he suggesting that she has a chance of beating me. Of course she may have a good trainer, but I had the best trainers. He was one of them. He was defending Bianca, which caused me to become a little more suspicious than usual.

"It sounds like you want me to lose Tyler."

He shook his head, trying to grab my hand once more. I pulled them back, placing my hands against my hips. He ran a hand through his messy brown locks.

"Just don't underestimate her. I don't want you to lose, you should know that."

"Then stop suggesting that I'm going to."

He lifted his hands up in surrender, "Fine, sorry for expressing my opinion."

Rolling my eyes, I turned on my heel, adjusting the bag on my left shoulder. "I'll see you later."

With that, I walked down the hall, searching for the certain locker-room. Reaching it ,I opened the door, to see Randy and my father. I dropped my bag on the floor, staring at the two men. They were watching last week's tape, reviewing their matches. Both mumbled to each other the mistakes, and suggestions for the next match. They would do this every week, hours before RAW would even start.

"Didn't you win your match last week Rands?"

He turned to me, simply nodding.

"Yeah, I'm trying tp pick out the tactics Punk used. I have a feeling we'll be main eventing the next PPV."

I took a seat, and grabbed my back. Then, I took out my wrestling gear. My mind was now focused on Tyler, and his sudden defensive side toward Bianca's ability to wrestle. I thought he didn't care for her, he said she was crazy. Maybe I'm just over thinking it. After all, Bianca also known as Roxanna, has always wanted Tyler. I know he doesn't want her.

The door opened, and the six foot male entered the locker-room, and shut the door. My blue eyes stared at him, as he threw his own bag on the floor. The two men looked at him, slightly confused.

"Are you okay?" John asked, "You look upset."

Tyler shook his head, and grabbed the water bottle sitting on the table. He took a seat next to me, and sighed. My eyes shifted to my bag, as I took out the rest of the things I would need. His eyes were on me. I could feel it. Taking deep breaths, not once did I look up at him. Suddenly, I felt his cool hand over mine. I didn't look at him.

"Nah, I'm fine." Tyler answered him, his eyes were still on me.

"Why are you staring at her?" Randy chuckled, and my eyes lifted to look at the Legend Killer. His pearly whites were shining, I couldn't help but smile back.

"Because I love her," he sweetly responded.

Aw. Why? Every time I'm sort of upset with him, he always says the sweetest things.

My dad stood up from his seat, walking over the door, "As much as I would love to hear Tyler say he loves my daughter, I have to go see Shad."

Blush covered my cheeks, and I could feel Tyler's hand trace my knuckles. Finally, my blue eyes glanced up at Tyler's. The adorable smirk I loved flashed across his face.

"I love you too."

And, his lips pressed against my own for a sweet kiss.

Third POV.

The blonde curls fell into a high ponytail, and the pink lip gloss she had just applied, tied her look. She tied her shoe-laces, her mind set on the match. It was in minutes, and she had just finished getting ready. She stood up from the bench, and took a look at herself in the mirror.

"Ready girl?" question Eve, as she combed through her luscious brunette locks with her fingers.

Bianca nodded with her usual smile; "Let's go."

Eve smiled, and the two divas linked arms. They walked down the hallway, and placed on there genuine smiles for the crowd. As she stood at the curtain, Bianca took a deep breath. It was her first match, and she was nervous. Who wouldn't be nervous for there first RAW match.

"Just breath girl," the Latina said, "It's going to be fine. Trust me, once you feel that adrenaline, you're gonna love it."

"I know, I'm just a bit nervous," she replied, "Is...."

"Hopefully," Eve smirked, rolling her eyes playfully, "He should be out there to support her."

"Great, I'm very close to ruining it Eve."

I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance
Can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys?
I lost my phone

Her theme blasted through the speakers, and you could hear the mixed crowd chant her name. Bianca took a deep breath, and stepped out through the curtain, Eve by her side. She brightly smiled, twirling around for the fans. She sauntered down the ramp, waving and blowing kisses at the fans. Her blonde hair jumped within every step she took, and touched the mat as she slid into the ring. Lilian's voice was tuned out by Bianca, the only words she heard was her name.

"....Bianca Romero!"

Eve stood by her side, whispering some encouraging words in her ear. Bianca's hands fell to her waist, and she intently stared at the entrance. She was waiting for her to come through the curtain. Along with him. She was ready to tear her to shreds, and lay her eyes on that beautiful face of his. Then again, she could always stare at his face when he dropped by every once in a while in her dreams or from a distance.

'Rockstar' by Prima J blared through the speakers, and now, the majority of the fans were on the Women's Champion side. She came through the curtain, hand in hand with her boyfriend. She smirked, coming down the ramp. Her cold topaz eyes burned holes into the skinny blonde standing in the middle of the ring. Hayden entered through the second rope, Tyler behind her. She turned to the crowd, holding her belt high. She smirked, as Tyler held up his belt too. The Golden Couple was the name the commentators would refer them by. Tyler wrapped his arm around her waist, his breath hitting against her ear.

"Good luck baby."

Then, he took her belt, and gave her a peck on the lips. He slid out of the ring, and took a seat with the commentators, J.R and King. Meanwhile, the two divas squared off in the center of the ring.

Tyler eyed the two divas, one specifically. She had always caught his attention, in a good way and bad way. He couldn't stop thinking about her, mostly because of the situation he had put himself through.

"I'm glad you joined us Tyler." King greeted, as Tyler looked over at him quickly.

"Yeah," he nodded, "It's cool to sit with you two also."

A scream came from the ring, it was Hayden. She had been caught in a vicious submission move, quite similar to Chris Jericho's new one. Tyler shook his head, concentrating on the match. Hayden struggled to get to the rope, however, Bianca had pulled her back into the center.

"It looks like Bianca has a good grip on Hayden," J.R. said, "Oh! A stiff punch by Bianca to the head of the Women's Champion."

Bianca took Hayden by the hair, pulling her up for a couple of forearm punches. Hayden breathe heavily, trying to stand on her two legs. Bianca screamed, taking Hayden's head, and smashed it against the mat.

"She's going for the pin!" King announced in a surprise tone.

"C'mon baby.." Tyler said, staring at the match.

1.....2...KICK OUT!

Bianca sighed, wiping the sweat from the top of her forehead. She stood up, taking a small breather. She looked over at Tyler, and with her index finger, pointed to him. He froze, staring at her with an unknown expression. She twirled around, dancing for the WWE Champion. The crowd roared.

Hayden grabbed the ropes, and saw the vicious blonde pointing at her boyfriend and wink. The anger inside of her grew larger, so she grabbed Bianca from behind, performing a back-breaker. Bianca fell on the mat helpless. Hayden jumped to the top turnbuckle, performing her signature move.

"The Haydenizer King!"

Hayden went for the old-school pin. The ref slid to the mat, and counted.

1...2...3! DING DING DING.

Hayden got up from the mat, much more easily than before. Eve glared at the Champion, taking Bianca out of the ring.

"Your winner, the WWE Women's Champion, Hayden Cena!"

Tyler took off the earphones, and slid back into the ring. Hayden turned to him with a smirk. She snatched her belt away from him, and took a mic from one of the crew members. The music stopped as the brunette began to speak.

"Feeling okay there Bianca? Or did I go a little too hard on you. Now that you know how it feels to be in the ring with the Women's Champion, I doubt you'll want to mess with me again."

Bianca glared at Hayden, shaking her head with no amusement. Then, she looked at Tyler, her eyes sparkled once they met with his. This time, Hayden didn't notice. Tyler's arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist protectively. The 'golden couple' held there belts high, showing off there top spot on the roster.

"I told you I could beat her..."

"I know, well done baby."

"Thank you," she kissed his cheek, the sound of her music began playing again. She climbed out of the ring, taking his hand into her own. The two strutted up the ramp, and gave the fans a last look at them, before going behind the curtain.

"I have to go see...uh...Vince." Tyler told her with a small smile, "I'll see you later?"

"Okay."

He brushed past her, turning into the corner of the hall. He stopped at the end of that hall, taking several breaths. He couldn't take it any longer. The secret was kiling him, and he knew if he didn't break it off, it would ruin his relationship. As much as it hurt him, he enjoyed it. He knew it was wrong, but there was something about it that made him feel satisfied.

"Stupid blondes," he muttered to himself, "And there seductive ways."

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