Chapter 6: An Epic Match

Before I know it, a week has passed and I'm preparing for my match with Beth and Rosa. Mark, Kelly, and Mickie have been helping me train and I think I'm ready. I'm in my locker room, shadow boxing and I hear the door open. I turn my head to see Mickie. "Hey," I grunt, still throwing punches.

"Hey, ready for your match tonight?" she smiles sitting on her bench.

I put my fists down and sigh, "No. I'm not sure if it's a fear of the match or a fear of David coming out to ruin said match. Where have you been?"

She blushes, "Talking to Kofi."

I smile knowingly, "How long have you two been together?"

She sighs, "We're not together."

"That's surprising. You two are perfect for each other!"

"That's what Kelly says. I don't think he likes me," Mickie shrugs.

"Mick, he's crazy for you."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah," I earnestly nod.

She hugs me, "Thanks!"

I nod, "No prob." I start doing barbell lifts with the 50 lbs weight that sits on my bench.

"You know he likes you to. You know that right?"

"Well," I think to myself, "if I knew who the hell you were talking about I would know that." I look up though my arm is still lifting the barbell, "Who?"

"Evan. He may look shy but..he likes you."

I smile, "Mickie…why's he so shy?"

"Meghan I wish I could tell you but I can't." she sadly says.

"You can't or you won't?"

"Can't. He's only ever talked with Mark about private stuff and Mark never tells anyone's secret. I wish I could help you but all I can say is you'll have to ask Evan."

I nod, "He's a good kid. I have a crush on him but…"

"But you're still in love with Jericho?" she asks.

I turn bright red, "How did you know?"

"I say you oggling him when he was in his match against should so go for it. You're a lot better of a person than Maryse Oulette," Mickie makes a gagging gesture, "She doesn't even love Chris. She's just using him to boost her image."

"How can she not love him!?" I blurt out. I put my hand over my mouth as Mickie turns and smiles at me.

"You're crazy for him," she smiles.

I look up at the clock and breath a heavy sigh. It's time for my match. I lick my lips and say, "I gotta go."

"Remember, keep you're fists up and don't let your guard down." Mickis nods.

I nod and start walking to the ramp. "I DON'T WANNA WAIST MY TIME/BECOME ANOTHER CASUALTY OF SOCIETY/I'LL NEVER FALL IN LINE/BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM OF/ YOUR CONFORMITY…" begins my theme song. I run out and signal to my fans. They start cheering and I smile. I guess people like me. I hold my arms out and look up at the Titantron as my pyrotechnics go off. I then run to the ring and roll in. I stand on one of the four turnbuckles and then backflip off. My entrance is based on two of my favorite entrances: Shawn Micheals and Paul London.

"In the ring, from Anchorage Alaska, Meghan Stevenson!" announces Lillian Garcia.

The music of the Glamazon hits and she, along with Rosa Mendez, walk to the ring. The look they're giving me is one of fury and hatred. I don't know what I've done to make them hate me but I've obviously done something.

"Approaching the ring from Buffalo, New York and accompanied by her tag team partner Rosa Mendex, Beth Pheonix!"

I not at Beth who looks at Rosa and then at me before mouthing, "David sends his love!"

I growl, that must be the reason that they hate me. Either David had lied to them about me being a horrible person and a vicious fighter or David has lied to them about me hating him for no reason. Beth is the first in the match up and I get ready to fight as the bell rings.

Beth runs for me and I try to stop her using brute strength. Bad idea. I can feel my body almost breaking in two as I get speared into the ring post. I let out a scream as I feel Beth start kicking me in the stomach. I manage to push her away as I fall to the floor. I can feel Beth stomping on my back and my body is racked with pain. She's stronger than I thought she would be. No wonder Mickie was so grumpy after her match with Beth. I roll out of her way and I push myself to my knees. I get up and lock Beth in a grapple and toss her into the ropes. She bounces off and attempts to clothesline my but I manage to duck under it and land a swinging neckbreaker.

The fans cheer out and I then go for a running leg drop. I run into the ropes but I make a mistake. I run to the ropes where Rosa pulls my leg out from under me. Beth gets up and throws me like a ragdoll into her corner where she tags Rosa in. Beth and Rosa are beating on me for a few seconds before the referee makes Beth get out of the ring. While the ref's berating Beth, Rosa's ramming my head into the turnbuckle behind their corner. The ref turns back and Rosa stops. I can't take much more. My head is telling me to quit but my heart says otherwise. My heart is urging me to keep fighting until the match is over and then you can pass out. I elbow Rosa in the ribs and then the head, managing to stop this vicious onslaught. I roll out of the ring so I can take a breather and get my senses back to me. Unfortunately, I'm not so lucky.

Rosa grabs my arm and irish whips me into the barricade. The fans behind me are cheering wildly but all I can hear is the sound of Rosa's fist hitting my face and the ref's count which is up to five. I desperately do the one move that Tyson once taught me will get you out of any tight situation: a knee to the gut. I hit it and Rosa stumbles backwards so I go for a running bulldog. Out of sheer luck, I hit it and get back into the ring.

The ref's count gets to 8 before Rosa manages to get up. She attempts to get back in the ring and out of pure desperation I go for a running drop kick. It catches Rosa off guard and she falls back down. Beth's screaming for Rosa to get up and I'm in the ring on my knee's praying to god that Rosa can't get up. When the ref says ten I let out a sigh of relief, at first. I'm just glad that I managed to make it out of this match alive and unharmed. Then I realize what just happened. Not only did I make it through an impossible match, I managed to win an impossible match.

"And your winner, Meghan Stevenson!" Lillian smiles. I'm celebrating, at least I am until I feel the coldness of metal and hear the sick sound of metal colliding with human flesh. I instantly fall to the ground as Rosa and Beth start beating the hell out of me. After a few seconds, I hear David's theme music hit and I barely see him and his cronies running to the ring. The Big Show grabs one of my arms and Vladimir grabs the other as David begins to join in on my beating. I can feel something running down my face and then I realize what the warm crimson liquid is. My head's bleeding like a stuck pig.

The fans are booing louder than I have ever heard but that booing soon turns into crazed cheering. I take it someone has started heading down the ramp and to the ring. I feel my arms being released and I fall to the mat, blood staining the off white color crimson. I open my eyes lightly to see who I'm looking up at. To my left is Evan who's talking to the other man who is to my right and to my right is…Chris?

I try to let my eyes adjust, "Evan…Chris…"

"Shhh, you don't need to talk," Evan comforts.

"Wh…why?"

"You're my—"

"Our." Chris corrects.

"Fine. Our friend. We wouldn't let you get hurt without being willing to run out and help you."

My last thought as I pass out is how lucky I am to have such nice friends.