Domination

Based on Evan Jones and Jim Johnston's "Domination"…that's right…I'm using Ezekiel Jackson's entrance theme…

Summary: Val was a member of the Corre. She was Wade Barrett's prospect for the future. She had all the potential and all of the talent one could hope for. Then, she turned her back on her Corre family. In fact, she had betrayed them for none other than CM Punk's New Nexus. Wade and Val begin what almost amounts to a game of one-upping and backstabbing each other for their own amusement, revenge and the benefit of their careers. They're too much alike for their own good. They will use and abuse whoever they can for their own advancement. But Wade's got more than just business on his mind. He finds himself becoming more and more infatuated with the female version of him. Can they set aside their rivalry for something more than just their little game and their careers? Or are Wade's budding feelings for Val going to cause his own downfall?

Wade stared Val down. Under most circumstances, he would not be feeling such animosity, such anger towards the five-foot-five beautiful brunette. But she had been getting on his nerves lately with her ruthless attitude. She'd never behaved the way she had in the past couple of weeks.

Women who had a similar personality to him were usually a huge turn-on. Not in Val's case, though…at least at the moment. This chick was absolutely ridiculous. She had deceived him and the other member of the Corre in an unforgivable way. The once loyal member of the Corre had changed her tune. She now had zero consideration for anyone else's feelings or well-being, or how her actions would impact them. Not that Wade was ever exactly known as Mr. Sensitive to Others. But the once well-meaning sweetheart would now use whoever she could to get ahead in the company. He never knew that about her. He never realized what she was capable of.

And Wade Barrett was not going to be outdone by some chick.

"What the fuck did you do?" he seethed.

"None of your fucking business. I don't owe you a damn thing," Val spat, her eyes unusually cold.

"Just who do you think you are? You think that you can betray me, and everything is going to be okay?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I don't really give a shit about what I did to you guys. I do what I have to do for me. If it turns out that there are some casualties along the way, then, oh well," she replied. "You do the same thing whenever the opportunity presents itself, so don't play this holier than thou bullshit with me. I know you a hell of a lot better than that. Let's be fair, you underestimated me. And if you were in my position, you would have made the same decision I did."

"I don't just up and betray people who have gone out of their way to help me get to where I am," he defended himself, not wanting her to think her actions were acceptable by his standards.

"Horseshit! What the fuck are you talking about? Do you hear the words that are coming out of your own mouth? That's not true, and you know it! You've turned on any member of Nexus who wasn't holding up to your standards, no matter what it meant for them. You know you turned your back on Daniel Bryan, Darren Young, and Michael Tarver, so honestly, go fuck yourself. You're nothing but a fucking pathetic hypocrite. I might just be some chick to you, but I'm gonna be the best I can at what I do, and if that means your ego and feelings get hurt, then, so be it," she retorted. "I don't owe you anything, so don't try to guilt me into an insincere apology."

"You ungrateful bitch."

Val rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Grow a pair, Barrett. Don't be all Mr. Sensitive now that the tables have turned on you for once. You're the last person who deserves anyone's kindness or consideration."

"You'd turn on your own grandmother, if it would further your career," he muttered, hostily.

"You're God-damned right, I would. And so would you. So, don't even try to play that card with me. This isn't a business for some meek, little coward, so stop being such a pussy," she quipped.

"Excuse me?"

"You fucking heard me. You and your little friends can go fuck yourself. I honestly don't give a shit about what happens to any of you, especially you. You're not that fucking important around here."

"None of the members of the Corre did anything but try to help you get ahead in this business."

"I'm not here to make lifelong friendships and find an alternate family. I'm here to make money and make a name for myself."

"You're a cold-hearted bitch."

"And you're a cold-hearted bastard. Any problems you have with me, you really need to address within yourself, first, because, let's face it, we're more alike than you might admit that we are."

"I tried to help you."

Val shrugged and shook her head. "Gee. Thanks. You just have a heart of gold, don't you, Wade?"

He stared at her in complete and utter shock and disbelief that she could act this way towards him. This wasn't the woman he'd spent countless hours helping train, the woman he'd spent so much time traveling from city to city with, talking about anything and everything with. This wasn't the woman that he had found himself falling for, though he'd never admit that fact. In fact, this woman was a complete stranger, but she was right about one thing. Everything she was doing now, he had done in the past. Apparently he had taught her too well. "You are severely damaged, little girl," he growled.

She laughed bitterly. "Aw. Poor baby. Boo friggity hoo," she mocked him. "You shouldn't take everything that happens so personally. This is a business and sometimes to further your own career, you have to step on other people. It's the way the world works, so you need to just shut up and take a chill pill."

"I can not believe you," he spoke, through gritted teeth.

"What can I say? You taught me well," she said, giving him a sarcastic, patronizing smile.

"You turned on all of us. We had your back, Valerie! And you went ahead and bloody turned on us! Now what? You're a member of the New Nexus? Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked, still in shock at everything that had happened.

"You're such a chick. Jeeze. I feel like I should get you a Snickers bar and a box of tampons," she shot, smirking, her hands on her hips.

He stared at her, clearly unamused by her comments. "Fine. But I'm warning you right now, two can play at this game."

"Okay. Bring it," she encouraged him.

"You couldn't handle it," she challenged.

Val stepped closer to him, their body mere inches apart. "I said, bring it, Wade. I'm not afraid of you. I can take whatever you can dish."

"You're going to pay. No one stabs any member of the Corre in the back, without repercussions," he seethed.

"Oh. Now, that's better," she said, giving him a sly smirk, as she gently patted him on the chest, before turning on her heels and walking away.

Wade slowly shook his head. This woman would certainly be the death of him. He wasn't sure what his major problem was with the situation at hand. Was it really her betrayal of the Corre? Was it her picking Punk over him? Or was it really the fact that he still wanted her so badly that was really pissing him off? He wasn't quite sure, but all he did know was that Val was going to pay for her deception. And he would be at the forefront of the entire plan. She was on his radar in the worst way.