Chapter 31

Today's the day. All of the teams hard work and dedication, has led up to what's going to happen in about an hour. It's going to be The Nexus vs Team Raw, our official name thanks to Micheal friggin Cole. I hate that man with the burning passion of a thousand suns. Anyways, I'm making my way back to my locker room after getting something to eat from catering when I walk back to notice that my doors open. I dismiss it as being John or one of the other members of the team but when I walk in and see Wade sitting there I grow cold. "What the hell do you want?"

"To wish you luck," Wade sneers. "You're going to need it out there."

I shake my head, "This isn't about luck. It's about taking you down. It's about doing whats right against a man who does wrong."

"Men," Wade sneers. "You keep talking like it's only me who did things that were wrong. Each and every member of that team did it, not just me."

I growl, "They only did it because you hold it over their heads! You lie to them and cheat them out of the truth!"

"And yet they still listen to me and abide by MY rules. Just like you should," Wade sneers, stepping closer. "I wanna raise the stakes for tonight."

"Oh? And the conditions?" I reply, taking a step back. Though I'm not afraid of him, I don't want to be in arms length of him. I know what will happen if I let my guard down and I'm not ready to take that chance.

"If you win, I leave you alone." Wade shrugs, leaning against the locker with his arms crossed over his chest.

"And if you win?" I ask, never once letting my tone falter although the idea of Wade leaving me alone for good really, really makes me happy.

"You're mine," Wade smirks cooly.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, you're mine. You do what I say, when I say it. If I tell you to jump, you say how high. If I ask you to make me happy, you say what position," Wade smirks, reaching out a hand and tracing over my cheek with his fingertips.

I look away, "Why on Earth would I agree to something like that!"

"Because if you don't," Wade sneers, "I'll come after you again and again and again."

I look at him, "And what if we stop you tonight and hurt you so bad that you can't?"

He laughs, "I don't think that's going to happen! Which one of you is going to 'hurt me so bad I can't'? The old man who'se living in the past? The never-going-to-be who we kicked out of our team for being to heartful? Or maybe it'll be the little fag whose husband Skip Sheffield beat the hell out of?"

"What about me, the girl you put through the torture of having to be raped?" I sneer, "I'm not as weak as you think I am. See, you don't always have to be at the house shows."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Wade growls.

"That means you haven't seen any of my recent fights," I smile. "Now, would you kindly get the fuck out of my locker room?"

"Answer me first. Are you willing to put it all on the line to be able for me to leave you alone?"

"Read my lips Barett: forget it." I open the door with one hand and make a big sweeping signal with the other meaning he needs to go. He shakes his head and goes to say something as he walks out but before he knows it, I slam the door in his face.

I hit the shower, wanting to look refreshed for tonight. The sounds of Blink 182 play in the background and I can't help but close my eyes adn lean aganist the wall as the water mixes with the strawberry scented soap I used to wash down. I'm not so sure if I'm ready. Sure, I have to look strong in front of the boys and in front of The Nexus but to tell the truth...I guess a part of me really is terrified of Wade. I mean, for God sakes the man raped me! I have a right to be scared. But I don't have time to be scared. They always say that there's a time and a place for everything. Well right here, right now is no time to be scared. As they said in that movie Zombieland, "It's time to nut up or shut up."

As soon as I finish washing my hair, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself, walking back into the main section of the locker room. I change into my ring gear for the night: a tight black strapless corset with red lacing at the back, a black and red plaid mini skirt with a silver chain, a pair of black fishnets, and of course my usual black stilettos. I put on my normal foundation with dark eye shadow and fire truck red lipstick. I look ready for a fight. I glance up at the clock, I still have a little while til the match. I walk out of my locker room and into the hall. I see superstars giving me worried glances and whispering to whoever their with. Let them whisper. Tonight, the Devil himself couldn't pull me away from beating the hell out of Barett.

I enter the gym to see the rest of the group working out. Daniel and Morrison are showing each other some moves in the makeshift wrestling ring in the center of the room, Cena and Bret are talking over tactics it appears and R-Truth is lifting weights. When I walk into the room, they all stop what they're doing and do the most annoying slow clap ever. "You guys don't have to do this..."

Cena smiles, "It was Bryan's idea."

I laugh and look at the rookie, "You're an alright kid."

He shrugs and smiles, "I know how much the slow clap reeks of awesomeness."

Everyone one in the gym bursts into laughter, "Well, we know whose Daniel's idol!"

Cena laughs, "Well, is there anything you guys want to work through first?"

I nod, "We need to talk about who we're going to have fight who. I know I get Barett."

"I'll take Sheffield, guys big and strong. And no offence, I don't think any of the rest of you guys could handle him." Cena replies.

"I'll handle Tarver," Bret nods. "I'm the second strongest and that means I should have to fight the second strongest, right?"

"Gabriel's all mine," Morrison nods, without any hesitation. "He's as agile as I am."

R-Truth smirks, "I want Otunga. Maybe I can teach that boy what he neglected to actually learn the first time."

"And that leaves me with Heath," Daniel nods.

I nod, "Alright, so that's all set out. How much longer do we have until we go to the ring?"

Bret looks at the clock on the wall, "About twenty minutes."

"I just showered so probably not a good idea to work out." I laugh. "And you guys look like you've been hard at work so I won't make you do anything else."

They all sit down on the floor, or in Daniel and Morrison's case the canvas of the ring mat. I look at John and say, "He visited me in my locker room."

"Barett?" asks John.

I nod, "He wanted me to put my freedom on the line in favor of keeping him away from me."

John looks at me reproachfully, "And what did you tell him?"

"No," I reply. "But...but the thing is. After the fact I...I thought about it. I mean, I would love to get him out of my hair."

John claps a hand to my back, "You did a good thing by saying no."

I nod, "I know..."

He looks over the group who seem to genuinely enjoy each others company. Bret and R-Truth are laughing while Daniel and Morrison seem to be talking rather passionately about something. "You know...you did a good job of creating a team. The boys and I...I've made friends I probably would have never dreamed of making if not for you."

I smile, "I'm glad I could help. It's a shame after tonight we probably won't be teaming with any one of these guys ever again. Especially Bret. He's got a lotta years left in him but they aren't going to be lived out in front of the fans."

John smiles, "But we've made friends that we didn't have before and if we ever run into trouble again, I'm sure these guys will be right there to help you and I back up."

I nod and look at the clock. "It's time..."

The boys all stand, Bret needing help from R-Truth, and we walk out to the backstage ramp. Heath, Justin, Micheal Tarver, Skip Sheffield, and David Otunga all stand there looking at us. Justin finally steps forward, "Meghan...the boys and I have been talking. And...well..."

Heath puts a hand on Justin's arm, "She'll see when they get out to the ring."

That sounds forboding and the Nexus theme starts up. "WE ARE THE BOLD/UNITED SOULS WE LIVE/TO WIN ANOTHER VICTORY/OUR SACRED SCARS SHOW/WHO WE ARE..." they stalk out to the ring and I look at the boys.

"What do you think they meant by that?" Morrison speaks up.

I shrug, "I dunno..."

"CUZ WHEN IT FEELS/LIKE A KICK IN/THE TEETH I CAN/TAKE IT THROW YOUR/STONES AND YOU WON'T/SEE ME BREAK IT/SAY WHAT YOU WILl/TAKE YOUR SHOT YOUR/SETTING ME FREE WITH/ONE MORE KICK IN/THE TEETH..." begins my theme and the theme we all decided we were going to use tonight. I walk briskly down the ramp, the boys following me in almost a V formation. Cena's to my left and walking side by side with me. He's my co-captain, probably the only one who truly knows why I'm dead set on stopping the Nexus. And even he doesn't know all the reasons. Behind me slightly to my left is Bret and slightly behind him and to his left is Daniel Bryan. To Cena's right and slightly behind him is Morrison and slightly behind Morrison and to his right is R-Truth. We storm to the ring and we stare down our give opponents. Looking into Wade's eyes is like looking into the eyes of death.

Slowly The Nexus starts to make a circle pattern but not around any one of us Team Raw members. Oh no. They're circling around Wade. I see Otunga lift the mic in his hand to his lips, "You see Wade, for the last few months, you've been wreaking havoc in the WWE and me and the boys have blindly followed you. We've done everything from taking out legends to hurting women, hell, to hurting families."

Wade take the microphone from him, "And you're going to say what an honor-"

Otunga rips the mic from Wade's hand, his eyes cold. "I wasn't done talking. As I was saying, we've done a lot of dispicable things. We all have our morals and for you, for this job, we've broken them. We thought that there was no one else who we could talk to about our problems. You had us so brainwashed that we thought that we were going to fail if we did anything that you didn't want us to do. Some of us have been held back from the ones we love, some of us have been told that we weren't good enough to make it on our own. Well we found someone who cares what our backstory is, who cares what we think and what we're going to do. Her."

I look shocked as David Otunga gestures to me with his thumb and continues talking, "With that being said, we only have one thing to say to you. Wade-"

"We're done!" the rest of the Nexus' chorus' at the same time. They climb out of the ring without ever breaking contact with Wade who looks just as shocked as I do. They walk backstage, Barett screaming about how they listen to him.

I look at the boys who smirk, each one of them cracking their knuckles and looking ready for a brawl. But I turn to them and shake my head. "Go backstage."

"What!" Cena asks, incredously. "This man, he hurt us! He hurt you! We're not going to let you fight him like this!"

"Like what? Fair? Look around John, his team left. Sure we spent all that time assembling a team but...but I also spent time talking to and comforting his. And look where it got me! They backed down. If we attack him 6 to 1, that makes us no better than him." I reply.

John nods, taking off his ball cap and running a hand through his hair. "You're right. As much as I hate to say it, you're right." He turns to the others, "This is her fight, not ours. Lets go."

They all file out of the ring and I turn to face Wade Barett. The bell rings and the match begins.

A/N: THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE MATCH, I SWEAR TO YOU! I JUST WANTED TO MAKE THIS INTERESTING! A NICE CLIFFY DOES EVERYONE GOOD!