Justin Gabriel, Heath Slater, David Otunga, and Michael Tarver all stormed after her, Otunga and Tarver pinning her into a turnbuckle while Gabriel unleashed a whirlwind of kicks and punches ranging all over Alix's body.
Alix quickly rebuilt the emotional walls she had around her father, and fell into a completely different mindset. Instead of each and every punch hurting her like running into a brick wall, they each only held a small dull pain with the motions.
Looking around at the positioning of each of the Nexus members, Alix quickly decided what she was going to do. She leaned back against the turnbuckle and kicked Gabriel and Otunga both in the face at the same time, drawing blood on Gabriel. She easily jumped onto the top turnbuckle and landed feet first onto Slater and Tarver when they began to charge at her.
All of the Nexus members were down, but certainly not out.
Alix's eyes whipped to the Undertaker's stirring figure, adrenaline and passion taking over her as she surveyed the damage she had caused. The Undertaker gave her a leery eye as he pulled himself up, but she didn't care. She had enjoyed this; causing this destruction.
The fans sat dumbfounded, almost silent in their seats. The Undertaker and the new, young Superstar in the same ring without one killing the other? They seemed like opposites, yet the Nexus lay crumpled on the ground; and not because of the stronger fighter.
Alix raised her hands, and heard the crowd roar for her.
"Stinger, Stinger, Stinger!" they had cheered, but there was an overwhelming feeling of not caring growing in Alix's chest. She wasn't here for the fans. She wasn't here for the money. She was here to kick ass. And she had enjoyed it.
The Undertaker took sturdy steps towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He had seen that look before; the look that then rested in Alix's eyes. The shining that fans saw wasn't for them; it was bloodlust. It had ruined careers and created many heel turns that weren't needed or wanted by anyone.
Alix calmed, her arms dropped, and she offered a shaky smile to the Undertaker. He nodded, nothing cracking through his emotional barrier, knowing how he had to act in the ring full well.
"We have to finish this." He rumbled quietly, motioning to the disarray of bodies, now beginning to move, around the two.
Fear struck Alix for a second. How could she be trusted to do this again? After that feeling inside of her, the one that felt good, but she knew was wrong. Like a drug. But she wanted it so bad…
Alix nodded, the smile wiping easily from her face. The bloodlust grew again, and the walls rebuilt themselves as she walked closer to Wade Barrett. With two sharp but powerful kicks, he slid motionless out of the ring, crashing onto the ground with a large thump.
"I've got Gabriel and Tarver." Alix ordered to the Undertaker, and he nodded, knowing that although she had taken them all out once, it was by surprise. The Nexus was somewhat ready now, and the remaining members would have to be split.
Alix climbed up onto the top turnbuckle and kneeled like Gabriel often did before performing a 450 Splash. That wasn't what she had in mind though.
Gabriel and Tarver agreed to take on Alix, while the other two had the Undertaker. They had to split up and have equal attention on each one of the powerful Superstars.
Alix took a deep breath as Justin and Michael faced her. She closed her eyes and let the roar of the arena die out, forgot about the Undertaker, forgot about Slater and Otunga. The feeling of power grew in her heart, and the bloodlust pumped through her veins.
When Alix opened her eyes, Tarver and Gabriel took a quick step back. They had seen that look before, in the likes of Randy Orton and The Undertaker. No rookie had developed that sense of power and ring knowledge and wrestler knowledge that quickly. Or the feeling of bloodlust. Bloodlust grew with the sport, the longer you worked, the worse the feeling got. Only a select few number of wrestlers had gotten past the addiction, John Cena being one of them. He, instead of feeding off the lust, fed off the fans. Even CM Punk had his matches where the lust was too powerful for him to overcome.
The two Nexus members nodded once, and raced simeoultaneouly for Alix. She held her hands up, and brought them down on the rebels' throats. Taking a quick jump, she landed the two in a powerful, universe-shifting, double chokeslam.
As the lust faded away, the walls began to crumble, and Alix's eyes returned to normal, she realized she had inadvertently landed her chokeslams with the Undertaker's second Tombstone Piledriver. With a quick nod, Paul Bearer climbed into the ring and held the mystical urn before them; each getting onto one knee and saluting the urn and Bearer as the Undertaker had done every week for years and years.
As the show went to the commercial, the Undertaker's music cut off and Alix and Mark stood up, saluting the fans and walking up the entrance ramp and backstage.
"You are so lucky I've decided not to kill you." Mark growled as they walked through the door to backstage. "What were you thinking? Interfering in a fight involving the Nexus? You could've practically gotten killed, Alix! They've done the same thing over and over again to people ten times stronger than you! All of those people ended up in the hospital!"
"I beat them, Mark." Alix said slowly, trying to not let tears come to her eyes from Mark yelling at her. "I beat them. Each and every one of them. I would've been able to KO all of them; even without your help. They could've killed me, but they didn't. I knew I was strong enough for this."
"What kind of stunt were you trying to pull, Alix?" Mark shook his head. "If you knew that the Nexus was interfering in my match, then you must've known I was set to beat them. I didn't need your help."
"You saw them, Mark." Alix looked to the ground. "You saw what they were doing to you; I don't think they were going along with the set outcome. They're rebels; they want what's best for them. And being beaten by you isn't what's best for them. Heels are usually heels for a reason, and…the Nexus isn't an exception to that rule…"
"Alix!" came a booming voice from a lumbering figure down the hallway next to Mark and Alix. "Alix, are you okay?"
Alix smiled up at Big Show, opening her arms wide. "I'm fine, Show. They didn't hurt me."
"They better hope to god they didn't…" he muttered, picking Alix up and placing her on his shoulder. "I'm takin' you back to one of the lounges; I don't want you near them again."
Big Show started off and Alix offered a small wave to Mark, who looked angry and frustrated and not at all happy with Alix; and possibly at Big Show too, just for reasons Alix couldn't come up with.
Big Show opened the door to one of the lounges, and John Cena, Randy Orton, Edge, and MVP were back there, sprawled out on the couches laughing and watching Smackdown as it went on. As soon as they saw Alix, the room got completely silent and awkward in every form of the word.
"You alright, Alix?" Randy broke the silence, not able to actually look her in the eyes.
"I'm fine…" Alix said hesitantly as she was lowered to the ground, looking over the four Superstars who apparently found something very interesting in the carpet or on the walls. "Why is everyone making a huge deal out of this? You saw me – I beat them! Why do I have to keep repeating that? I was barely hurt, and I managed a double chokeslam. I would've expected you all to be proud of me…"
"We are…Alix…but…" Cena hesitated before he continued. "Vince is pissed beyond belief at you. More than when DX was still around. We're very proud of what you accomplished…but…none of us think you did it the right way…"
"So, what, I don't get a match on a big episode of Smackdown and I'm just expected to be quiet about it?" She argued, planting her feet flat on the ground and her fists clenching. "I made an amazing entrance last week, don't you think people would've wondered what happened to me?"
"Quite honestly, kid…" Edge started. "Not really. You got kicked in the face by Del Rio. People wouldn't have really cared what happened to you if you didn't show up – it would've been like: oh, hey it's a new Superstar. Oh, hey, they got kicked in the face by an ass. Oh, hey, their career's over, guess we won't be seeing them again. That's the way the Universe is."
"And beyond all, if you don't have special permission, you don't go around the orders of Mr. McMahon." MVP shrugged. "DX…well, I wasn't really around at their prime, but they kind of had some permission to do what they wanted; they earned it."
"You haven't earned it yet…" Orton shrugged.
"I can't believe you guys." Alix exhaled, trying not to let the feeling she had earlier come out again. "I just can't believe you. I'm guessing McMahon wants to see me?"
The Superstars nodded and Alix walked out, muscles tense and fists clenched. Not much more could happen to make her day any worse than it had already been. She only hoped that Vince wouldn't do something like suspend her or anything after hearing all of that.
As she walked down the near-empty hallway, she found a door with a temporary gold plate on it that read, Vincent K. McMahon. She sighed and brought her hand up to the door to open it, but stopped when she heard voices inside of it.
"Don't suspend her or anything, Vince…" came a slightly high-pitched voice, but Alix could tell it was a guy. Rey?
"She's making a laughingstock of my company, Rey." That was Vince. "If I suspend her maybe she'll get it into her head that she can't just do anything she wants, and she's not nearly as…for lack of a better word…badass as she thinks she is."
"She's not making a laughingstock of the WWE, Mr. McMahon." Rey sounded a little desperate. "She's really not. The fans love her, and she's turning quickly into a rating changer. Give her another chance. She's just making her own opportunities, when you're not giving her many just because of her gender."
"'Making her own opportunities' would be acceptable." Vince scoffed. "Beating a main eventer in the head with a steel chair on the other hand, is not. Barrett might not even be fit to compete at Hell In a Cell on Sunday! And that's one of the most hyped up events of that pay-per view!"
"He'll be fine, Mr. McMahon." Rey assured. "Alix didn't hit him hard enough to kill him; he'll just have a monster headache tomorrow, and then he'll be fine for the match. Just please don't give Alix too many repercussions for this…"
Vince sighed. "I'll think about it, Rey. Okay? You've certainly made a good case for Alix."
"Thank you, sir." Rey replied. "I'd like to hope I did. Does she still need to see you?"
"Not for a little while, no. And even that depends on what I decide to do about her."
"Okay." Alix could picture Rey nodding. "Oh, and sir? If you do end up talking to her…please don't tell her I tried to help her."
"Can do, Rey. I have some stuff to think about, so why don't you catch up with the rest of the Superstars?"
With this, Alix raced back down the hallway as fast as she could, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Rey helped her? Why…?
AN: Alright, I got a pathetic two reviews yesterday for chapter 17 so I guess you guys hated it or something? Thank you to MissShelz and emmy for their reviews. So, what do we think about this chapter? Is Mark rightfully angry at Alix? Will Alix tell about Rey trying to help her? Will Rey's 'help' actually help her case, or will Mr. McMahon still suspend her or punish her in some other way? If you want to be as awesome as MissShelz and emmy…REVIEW!