Chapter 32
I'm staring into the eyes of a man who has nothing left to loose as we circle the ring, eyes locked on each other. We get closer to each other and I immediately strike him in the jaw with my fist. He stumbles backwards and I drive him into the corner, beating on his back to try and get him weakened. I knee him again and again in the gut as the ref starts counting. I back him out, pulling his arm and using the leverage of the ring ropes to throw him to the other side of the ring. I was going to clothesline him but after seeing his stature I instead decide to kick him in the knees. He drops to the mat and I follow suit but I get up before him and place a solid kick to his ribs. He gets to his knees to try and push himself up and, after having walked a little bit away, deliver a knee to the face.
It's safe to say that for this little bit of the match up, I'm in control. He's up off his knee's know and then using that moment I drag him over to the mid section of the ring and use his force to DDT him. His face connects with the mat and I stand up, taunting him. I know it's probably not a good idea but I do it anyways. I allow Wade to get up off of his feet, which was probably a bad idea seeing that as soon as I get close to him he punches me in the gut. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and knees me in the gut. He has me in a doubled over position and runs to the ring ropes bouncing off of them and running at me to attack but I surprise him with a dropkick to his face. Do you guys realize how high in the air I had to get to dropkick Barett in the face? It's a little trick that JoMo taught me during one of our work out sessions. I push myself to one knee and look over to see Barett rolling out of the ring. He's on the other side of the ring ropes on the apron now and as I approach him I decide to do something else that JoMo taught me. I bounce onto the second rope of the ring ropes that's to the left of the ones that Wade's on and I kick him in the face. What can I say? I learned alot from the little spidermonkey.
Barett falls to the cold concrete floor after my attack. The fans are cheering for me as I raise my hand in victory. It's something I'm use to but something that never gets old. I look over at Wade whose on his hands and knees on the floor and decide to roll out of the ring and walk over to him. This time, I take a page out of my husbands play book and viciously kick Barret in the head as he gets up. He falls back down. The ref is up to a two count I think but I don't care. All I care about is making Barett suffer like he made me suffer. I grab him but the neck and side and manage, I dunno how, to pick him up to his feet just so that I can toss him back into the ring. Getting a double count out isn't going to prove anything and I definitly have something to prove. I get on the apron as Wade is in the ring and climb the turnbuckle all the way to the second one. Bad idea. I see Wade running towards me and he lands a knee to my stomach. it knocks me off of the turnbuckle. I hit my head on the apron as I drop to the concrete floor. I can feel the wind rush out of my lungs and I hurt. Badly. I can give one thing to Barett, he sure is strong.
I'm laying facedown on the ground and I roll over to my side, holding my face as Barett stalks toward me. He picks me up and hooks an arm around my waist, runnning us both back into the apron of the ring. However, I'm in front of him so his momentum and mine drive my back into the apron. It hurts like hell and I let out a loud groan of pain. I crouch in pain, my left arm on the ring apron as Wade comes towards me and lands a punch to my temple. The ref is up to his count of two again and as I fall to my hands and knees, Wade fiercely kicks me in the stomach. The skirting on the apron is there, bending with my weight on it. He keeps kicking me in the chest and in the stomach. He lifts me up like a ragdoll and tosses me into the ring. He follows suit and wraps me in a sort of arm bar thing. I'm not sure what it is, I'm just sure that it hurt like hell. He backs me so I can almost feel my back touch the announcers table closest to Jerry and Micheal Cole and then Irish whips me into the one opposite of that. And not a soft Irish whip where I can relax and fall against the turnbuckle, oh no. An Irish whip so that I fall face first onto the mat when I do hit the other turnbuckle.
He's on his knee's for a second, looking at me, before raising up and doing the exact same thing. I can feel his eyes on me, looking at me and reveling in my pain. He likes what he's doing to me, likes to see me squirm in agony. I put my hand on his leg, gripping onto the kneepad he's wearing and attempting to use that to pull me up. He won't have any of that though and crouches so he can punch me in the head. Again. I try to lift myself up using his body again and he goes to put me in that arm bar move from earlier but I have other plans. I chop him hard across the chest, a chop that Bret would be proud of. Wade stumbles back in pain and I send a jaw crunching punch to his...well...to his jaw of course. He won't have that either though and kicks me again in the gut. As I double over with pain, the gut shots getting to me, he lands a hard elbow to the top of my spine. Those are what we call killer moves in the ring, simply because if you hit to hard you could actually kill a person doing that.
I fall to my knees and he positions me to where my arms and throat are just over the ring ropes. He puts one foot on the ground while the other is pressing into my shoulder, causing me to get choaked by the pressure of his leg and the ropes against my throat. It's killer. The ref gets all the way up to the four count before Barett breaks the hold and I fall to the mat. I'm in agonizing pain. But I have to win! I just have to! Wade pulls me into a sitting position and pulls my arms as wide as they will go behind my back with his head resting on my shoulder blade. His knee is in the center of my back and I feel like a Stretch Armstrong toy that I had as a kid and I know that the human body isn't supposed to bend that way. The ref is asking me if I'm going to give up and I say no. I can't let Wade beat me like this. I push myself sideways onto my knees with all the strength that I can muster. I manage to stand and I try to turn the move around. Wade instead lets go of my hands and kicks me in the gut again. He backs me into the turnbuckle behind him and Irish whips me into the turnbuckle opposite. Instead of a hard Irish whip, this one is softer. My arms are on the ring ropes behind me and as he comes running towards me with all the speed of a frieght engine, I lift my foot and send a well placed stiletto heel to the jaw. Don't tell me that won't hurt him because I've see CSI. Damn things can kill a man his size if used hard enough.
I push myself onto the second turnbuckle as Wade backs off and as he steps closer I land two stiletto heels to his chest via a nice dropkick. He falls to his back in the ring and I'm now on my knees. Not wasting any time, I go for the cover. 1! 2! He kicks out at two and a half and I'm cursing his name. I stand up and do a circle, going after him as he stands up. I land a punch to his face, he lands one to mine, and I land one to his. I grab his arms and try to Irish whip him into the ropes opposite us. He senses my plans and instead he's the one who gets Irish whipped. I bounce off the ropes and as I come back at Wade, I kick him hard enough in the chest to get his weakened frame to drop. I do the same thing again as soon as he gets up off the mat from the last one. I'm telling you, these dropkicks are the only thing saving my hide in this match.
He's bent over and as I hit the ring ropes closest to the entrance ramp, I decide to grab his head with one hand and with the momentum I have bring his body crashing back to the mat. I'm breathing heavy as he's on the mat and I'm on one knee close to him. He gets up and I get a devious idea in my head, courtesy of the countless matches I watched my husband who is at home thanks to Barett's antics. I send the weight of my body crashing into his and though it's not much, he's weakned and falls down. As he does I grab his legs and attempt to turn him over for the Walls Of Jericho. Not a good idea. With the simple twist of his lower half he spins me so that I'm down on the mat with him. I stand up and notice I'm about to walk into the turnbuckle so I turn and walk right into Wade. He lifts me onto his shoulders and I try to get out of it. I know he was going for his finishing move, Wasteland. I manage to slide down his back like an eel and I roll his legs and try to get him into the Walls of Jericho again. This time I actually get him onto his stomach and I lower myself so the moves locked in nice and tight. However, I am to close to the ropes and he easily crawls towards them. He grabs them and the ref keeps telling me to let go of the hold. I refuse up until the four count and the ref actually manages to pull me off of Wade.
I look at the ref, angry and almost letting it get to me as I see Wade get up out of the corner of my eye. I turn and try to run at him but he instead lifts one of his boots and sends it crashing against my skull. I fall flat on my back in the middle of the ring and Wade goes for the cover. Somehow I manage to kick out when the ref gets to two. I don't know if it's because I actually know whats going on or out of habit. That last kick has my head swimming with pain. Wade slams his hand against the mat and I hear a curse of anger as he pushes himself to his hands and knees behind me. I feel uncomfortable, like I did that night in the hotel room, but that fear passes. I have no time to be scared of him. Wade stands, taking a fistful of my hair and lifting me to my feet by it. He picks me up and tries to slam me into the mat but my legs bounce off the ring ropes and I use that momentum to land on my feet. Thank Daniel Bryan for showing me how to perfect that one.
He doesn't know I've landed on my feet and as he turns around I surprise him with a dropkick to the gut. He falls to his hands and knees and rolls around until he pulls himself up using the ring ropes. I back off a bit and as he climbs to his feet and turns to look at me I run at him to try and hit a modified Codebreaker that Chris taught me for my finishing move. I like to call it the Socially Distorted (a play on the name of my favorite band, Social Distortion). Wade has other ideas. He catches me and turns it into a Wasteland. He hits the move on me and I let out a cry of pain. He covers me and in my head I know that I can't kick out of this. But something else, deep down, cries otherwise. Something deep down tells me I can do it and I manage, somehow miraculously, to lift a leg and put it on the ropes. The ref sees it, luckily, and stops counting. Wade starts screaming at him, cursing and insulting and I manage to make my move. I get up, the look of determination in my eyes one for the record books. He turns around and I manage to hit him with the Socially Distorted. He falls to the mat and I pin him. 1! 2! ...3!
The fans erupt in a wave of cheers as the ref signals for the time keeper to ring the bell. I move onto my knee's away from Wade, the tears in my eyes. In one night Wade has gone from on top of the world to living at the bottom of the heap. I see people standing on the ramp and recognize it's the Nexus. They're standing there, David Otunga in front. He's got the mic from earlier and raises it to his lips, "Congratulations are in order Meghan."
I take the mic from the nearby ring tech, "Thank you boys. Thank you for finally seeing the light. I hope each of you can be happy."
David nods, "We were wondering, would you like to be the new leader of the Nexus?"
I think about it and shake my head slowly, "I'm sorry Otunga but I can't. You lead them. I'm sure you'll do a good job at it."
I manage to get out of the ring and I walk past them and to the team that I had assembled. John embraces me in a hug, "You did it!"
I smile and turn to Daniel Bryan, "You might wanna talk to the Nexus about letting you back in the team."
He shakes his head, "Nah. I'm doing good on my own. I like being alone...sometimes."
"Bryan," JoMo smiles, clapping a hand to his back, "if you ever need anyone to talk to I'm always just a phone call away. You don't have to be popular to be friends with us."
"We're the outcasts," I smile. "The ones nobody else wanted. And you fit right on in with us."
Daniel smiles, "Well, you did good out there."
"Thanks. Now if you excuse me boys, I have a family to get back home to." I head towards the exit, mind focused on nothing in particular. I beat Wade. I managed to bring a team together, made people who otherwise wouldn't have talked to one another realize they weren't so different after all. So what's next for me? I dunno. But I'm sure whatever it is will be one hell of an adventure.
A/N: THANKS EVERYONE WHO READ THIS STORY! I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE AS GOOD AS IT TURNED OUT. HAVE AN IDEA FOR A THIRD ONE? HAVE A STORY IDEA YOU WANT TO RUN BY ME? WANT TO CALLABORATE TOGETHER ON A STORY? TELL ME IN YOUR REVIEW! AGAIN, THANK YOU!