~Kaila~
JJ and AJ (!) had their match and JJ won. Which was quite a surprise. We see Ty and then he tells us that his match is next. Then I remember that my match is next. "You're up? Oh for god sake, that means I'm fighting you! Ace is such a bastard!" I tilted my head and smiled. "Hmmmm. Remind me, we need to go beat the shit out that wanker."
"This match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, Crimson." He hugged me and left. I was handed my lucky rhinestone Trilby hat. It was plain Goth black with shiny, sparkly rhinestones set in my name.
"Man, I'm going to kill him." Seriously, putting me against my cousin? What goes on in this dude's head? Scratch that, I don't want to know.
"And introducing his opponent, she's the Krazica, from New York, New York, Kaila Fern!" My old nicky, brings back the days. Nicki Minaj blasted throughout the arena and I sauntered out, having already done my lucky kiss'n'hug. I sauntered out looking pissed as hell cuz as far as the WWE peepz knew, we no likey each other. "So far the results stand at 5-2 in favour of WWE. If Kaila Loses she will be taken to TNA, if Crimson loses he will leave the WWE and not return." I walked down to the ring, shouting threats making this look real. I slid into the ring, still looking like heck. I handed my hat to the stagehand and told the ref I was ready. The bell rung 3 times and we started circling. We locked up.
"How we going to do this, Ty?" I asked as the cameras couldn't hear us.
"We're going to fight till the end, whoever wins is the better wrestler." I frowned, not at all happy fighting my only family. "Kai, we've got nothing to lose, we may as well go for it." I sighed, defeated. I know I'm stubborn as hell but I can accept defeat. I grabbed him in a headlock and we bounced off the ropes. I pushed him away and he bounced off the opposite ropes. I jumped beneath him as he ran towards me, and did a mid-air split as he went back. I met him in the middle with a clothesline. As did he. As we were getting up, this happened.
"Kaila, Crimson stop the match!" Bastard. No way. You have got to be joking. "I want to make some changes." I had enough. We shot him death glares. I asked for a mic. Time for one of my dressing down speeches.
"Haven't you done enough? You put the Styles' siblings against each other and you put me against my cousin of all people. You've done too much damage. We've got to repair what you've ruined. This match stays the same or it no happen." He shook his head defiantly.
"Not going to happen Kaila. You ar-" You ain't my dad. You are not telling me what to do.
"Nu-uh, no way. You may be my 'boss' but you ain't got control over this girl. I do what I like, when I like and how I like. I don't do what peeps tell me to. If I did that, do you think I would be how I am today? No I am outspoken and definitely not afraid to speak my opinions whether you want em or not. So take your balls out of your purse and come into this me to my face that you're changing this match." He wasn't speaking. I had won. "Come down here, look me in the eye and say you changing this match. You can't screw me over. But just know that if you do, I don't care whether it costs me my job, I will personally strangle the living daylights out of you. I always follow through on what I say. Look at Angie Love. She insulted my friends, she insulted my family, I said I would hurt her and looky here, I busted her head open like Niagara Falls. Now, shut up and stay out of this match. We have to finish this PPV in ultimate Awesome Fashion." I dropped the mic and went straight back to work on Ty. "I'm sorry." I said before going to work. I set him up for Love me. Which went perfectly as did Darkness Falls, Dream Street and Cross Rhodes. I was setting Ty up for the Destiny Slam when Ace (Who'd come out during the finishers) got involved. I backhanded him with my butterfly tat. I executed the Destiny Slam on Ty, slamming his back on to the mat with force. I got down and lifted his leg for the cover. 1. 2. 3. I beamed as my wrist was lifted in victory, I helped Ty up and held up his wrist as well. I hugged him then.
"John Laurinaitis, I am sick and tired of your favouritism, biased decisions, interference and personal issues. You have been relieved of your duties as Interim General Manager of RAW. In other words: YOU'RE FIRED!"