Chapter 13: Breaking Point

Today's the day. I got up this morning with dread in my soul. Since Tuesday, when David kidnapped Eva, I haven't gotten much sleep. Between training and worrying about Evan, I haven't had time. But all of that training has to pay off tonight. It just has to!

I enter the arena for the night, Bell Centre in Quebec; I go directly to the gym for some last minute training. Chris and Kofi are in there talking but when they see me, both are instantly quiet. Chris looks at me and says, "Ready for this?"

"I've been worried since the day I found out. I've been honing my submission abilities since then to. If I wasn't ready before, I sure as hell am now." I nod.

Kofi hugs me and says, "If we even get the slightest hint that you may be in trouble, we'll be in that ring so quick people will think we teleported."

When he lets go I look from him to Chris. I think Kofi gets the message because he leaves. I cling to Chris, "I'm scared." I whisper.

"Don't be. You're brave, strong, and you've got more guts than David. And no matter what happens tonight, you have me." Chris gently strokes my hair.

I stand on my tip toes and gently kiss him. "Thanks. You'll beat Kane tonight, I just know it." I look up at the clock; I have ten minutes before I have to go to the ring. "I have to go get dressed…"

"What submission maneuver do you plan on using?" he asks and I start to leave.

"You'll just have to wait and see." I shout behind me as I exit the room. I go to my locker room and open the door, only to see that the lights are off. I flip the switch and I am greeted to a wonderful surprise. Balloons are all over the floor and a banner hangs wall to wall: GOOD LUCK MEGHAN! And underneath that banner sits Tyson and Natalia.

"Surprised?" Natalia asks giggling.

I nod and say, "I didn't even know you two were going to be here!"

"You would if you watched ECW. I'm fighting Regal." Tyson says acting offended.

"Good luck with that." I nod.

"I think you're the one who needs luck," Natalia softly says, "You're in for a hell of a fight."
"Damn right I am," I say before taking a sip of water. I go into the bathroom and change into my ring outfit. When I walk back out I smile, "How do I look?"
"Cute," Natalia nods.

"Thanks."

Tyson hugs me and Natalia joins in. After we hug I look up at the clock. It's time to go. "Wish me luck," I murmur.

"Watch out for the sharp shooter." Tyson warns.

I nod before I walk to the ramp. I let out a sigh and close my eyes. This is the moment. If I go out there and win I'll be setting a great example for the divas of the company: we're strong to. If I got out there and lost I'll be proving every pig headed man right that divas are just eye candy. And that can't happen.

"I DON'T WANNA WAIST MY TIME/ BECOME ANOTHER CASUALTY OF SOCIETY/ I'LL NEVER RALL IN LINE/ BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM OF/ YOUR CONFORMITY…" my theme song starts. I run out to thousands of screaming fans. Little girls are wearing t-shirts with my picture on then, just like I use to do with Trish Stratus shirts. I'm there role model. I hold my arms out and look up at the Titantron as my pyrotechnics go off. I run to the ring and roll in before standing on the turnbuckle and back flipping off. I then gesture for a microphone, "So tonight's the night, Breaking Point. I have been training hellaciously to make sure that I can do you all proud. When I win here tonight I want you to remember one thing. In this company it doesn't matter if you're a girl, if you have the heart to win you will win."

David's theme music hits and I hear the fans start to boo. He walks out, a microphone in his hand and being followed by Vladimir Kozloff and The Big Show. He looks super cocky and super confident. "So, you think you're so tough. I told you way back in The Dungeon, you don't mess with success. You see, women don't belong in a wrestling ring. Women belong at home making sure the house is taken care of," he tosses the microphone and heads to the ring. I get ready to fight as The Big Show stands on the left side of the ring and Vlad stands on the right side. David rolls into the ring and I clench my fists, waiting to start. The bell rings and we begin.

David wastes no time in wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug to try and make me submit. I knee him in the leg and he drops in a kneeling position on the mat. I know better than try to put him in a submission hold already, so I do a running boot to the side. He collapses onto the mat and I start to throw kicks at his side. I then pick him up and irish whip him into the corner. He hits the turnbuckle and I attempt to elbow him in the stomach. Instead I get elbowed in the face and David reverses out positions so that I'm on the turnbuckle and he's attacking. He removes something from his pocket and slips it onto his hand. I only recognize what it is when the cold metal collides with my face: a pair of brass knuckles. I didn't know that submission matches were no disqualification.

I manage to catch David's hand in mid punch and I get him locked in a grapple. I push him to the ropes and then clothesline him over them and towards the announcers table where Jerry Lawler and Micheal Cole sit. I wait for him to get up and attempt to get into the ring before I baseball slide into him, knocking his legs out from under him and causing him to tumble back to the concrete floor.

I glance at Vladimir and The Big Show, trying to decide if I can make it to David before they can make it to me. I decide I can but as soon as my feet hit the floor, Show and Kozloff are on me like white on rice. Vlad holds my hands behind my back as Show sends monsterous punches toward my face. After only two I feel my head split open and I can feel blood trickling down my face, combining with sweat. They toss me back into the ring and David crawls in after me. I feel his bicep under my chin and my air flow beginning to be cut off. I strain to get up, though I feel light headed. The only thing I can hear is the ref asking me if I want to give up. I shake my head. No submission. Not now, not ever.

I manage to push myself to my knees and I strain as I stand up, forcing David to break the hold. I uppercut him and he stumbles backwards before punching me. We're trading punches in the center of the ring until I manage to get the upper hand. I land two punches and then a missile dropkick. As he falls to the mat, I slip the brass knuckles off of his hand. It's time for payback. I grab him by the back of his head and pound my fist into his face. He's going to pay for the pain he caused me. I let go after I cause him to bleed and I step towards the turnbuckle. My head may be in pain and I may be light headed but I still have enough sense to do what I'm going to do.

I rush out of the ring, swiftly get a steel chair, and then rush back into the ring before Show and Kozloff can catch me. I succeed though when I climb back into the ring, Show and Kozloff are there. They head towards me and I swing the chair, catching Show in the head. Now he's pissed. He wrestles the chair out of my hands and raises it…only to be stopped by Jericho! I breath in relief as Chris stops the chair by climbing onto the ropes, grabbing the upper part of the chair, and pulling down hard. Show lets go of the chair and Chris brings it across Show's back, causing him to fall over hard and into Vlad. They tumble out of the ring and Chris tosses the chair to me before signaling for someone to run out. And that someone happens to be Evan!

They make sure that Vlad and Show are busy so that I can do what I need to. I open the chair just enough so that I can slip David's leg into it. As soon as I do, I step on the chair to make it close. David screams out in pain and I see my opening. I remove the chair and I toss it away before I drag David into the center of the ring. I grab his legs and put him into the Walls of Jericho. David screams and reaches out for the ropes, which he can't get to. After a minute, David taps out. I immediatly let go of him and fall into the ropes. Chris helps me up on one side and Evan on the other. "I…I won…" I mutter.

"Yeah, you won." Chris laughs.

"Evan you helped me? Why?"

"No matter what you are my friend. Now let's go." Evan smiles.

"Yeah," I agree, "Let's go."

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