Chapter 38:
Ding, Ding, Ding. "The following contest is a fatal fourway match scheduled for one fall, where the winner will meet the World Heavyweight Champion, CM Punk, at the Great American Bash!" Lilian Garcia informed the hyped crowd of the much anticipated main event.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
I WALK ALONE!
As Saliva bellowed through the sound system, Batista appeared on the stage to a thunderous ovation. Behind him, his girlfriend smiled brilliantly as he moved about the stage and toward the ramp in a pumped up manner.
"Introducing first, being accompanied by Haley Mariano, from Washington D.C., weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, Batista!" Lilian announced the Animal's entrance just before his pyro display went off behind them.
While Dave climbed the turnbuckles to flex and pose for the crowd, saluting all his cheering fans, Haley exchanged a high five with Lilian while they waited for the other competitors to make their entrances.
The smile Haley had once displayed on her face immediately turned sour as JBL's music replaced Batista's. Even though she and Chris were no longer speaking to each other, she would never forgive the Texan turned Wallstreet Icon for what he did to Jericho in the weeks leading up to this past year's Royal Rumble.
"And from New York City, John Bradshaw Layfield!" Lilian nodded her head in the direction of what had once been JBL's pristine white limo. Now it was covered in graffiti and no window had withstood the efforts of John Cena and Cryme Tyme.
"JBL is poopy." Haley whispered around a giggle to her boyfriend.
"I can agree with that statement." Batista sidled up next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The look on his face was intense as he exchanged glares with JBL.
"Eek!" She couldn't help it, even though she knew it was coming, she still jumped when fire erupted on stage and Kane's entrance music cut off JBL's.
"Making his way to the ring weighing in at three hundred and twenty three pounds, Kane!"
With a gentle, assuring squeeze to her shoulder, Batista led her over to the ropes. "This could get ugly," He stepped on the bottom rope to allow her easier access through them. "Why don't you wait out here?" He suggested, as the Big Red Machine began to climb the steps into the ring on the opposite side.
John Cena had barely gotten into the ring a few minutes later, before JBL pounced on him, furious for the damage done to his limo. Batista and Kane exchanged glances, before prying the two apart as JBL tried to score a pinfall.
"Kick his ass, Dave!" Haley cheered, from outside the ring as her boyfriend dragged JBL to his feet to exchange right hands. Batista gave the self made billionare a harsh boot of his own, sending JBL right out of the ring.
Dragging him back into the ring, Batista continued to remain dominant over JBL, knocking the former WWE Champion silly with continuous right hooks. Meanwhile, Cena struggled his way out of a sleeper hold courtesy of Kane. But even when John seemed to grip some sort of momentum, Kane knocked him off his feet with a blow from his elbow joint.
Haley turned her eyes back to the confrontation between her boyfriend and JBL, only to find that the latter had gained the upperhand. He forced the Animal into one of the corner turnbuckles and rammed his body mass right into Dave's sternum.
"Come on Dave!" She pounded on the mat, as JBL Irish whipped him into the ropes across from them, only to have Dave reverse it mid swing and JBL return to a bone cracking spinebuster.
"Yes!" She beamed, as Batista made the cover, only to be pried off JBL by Kane. "No!" She screamed in horror as Kane chokeslammed Batista into the unforgiving canvas.
Kane nonchalantly made the cover, but to Haley's relief, Cena came out of the corner with an elbow drop to the back of the Big Red Machine's head. John followed it up with a few right hands, before once again showing his freakish strength by lifting Kane over his head for an intended FU.
"Come on Cena, drop that Son of a bitch!" She didn't know who was more shocked by the words of encouragement that left her mouth, herself or her former boyfriend.
Unfortunately, the shock cost John his finisher opportunity as JBL leveled him with a huge boot to the face, causing her fellow Massachusetts native to hit the mat with a thud. Left facing one another, JBL and Kane began to exchange blows. To everyone's astonishment, they both went for big boots at the same time and both were knocked flat onto their backs.
"What the hell?" Haley's reaction was similar to that of the crowd around her.
Simultaneously, three of the four men began to get their bearings and rise to their feet. She couldn't help but feel glee when Cena ducked under JBL's clothesline and took him out with a huge shoulder block. John then turned his attention to Kane, kicking the giant man in the sternum and taking him the rest of the way down with a running bulldog.
Her glee faded though, when her boyfriend finally rose, only to be lifted and dropped into an FU. "No! Come on Dave, kick out!" She squealed when John covered her boyfriend for a pin.
JBL just managed to break the count before the referee reached three. Thoroughly pissed off, Cena hefted JBL into a sidewalk slam. Taunting his rival, his intention was a five knuckle shuffle, only to be cut off at the pass by Kane, who clocked him with a devastating clothesline.
"Come on, baby." Haley encouraged her boyfriend, who was clambering back to his feet using the turnbuckle nearest to her.
Batista seemed drowsy as he got to his feet, but the moment Kane turned around, his gears shifted and he Irish whipped the Red Machine into the corner he had once occupied. Batista charged into him, using his body weight to make Kane really feel the impact of that turnbuckle.
When JBL tried a sneak attack, Batista knocked him out with a clothesline of his own. He charged Kane for a second time, to make sure the man stayed put before turning and again catching JBL with a reverse elbow. Needless to say, the Animal was fired up and back into the match.
A drop toe hold and a boot to the face kept Kane on the mat and Batista caught Cena mid charge and sent him into the canvas beside Kane in a thundering spinebuster. Completely in his element, he howled like a wild animal and began to pull and jerk on the ropes, actions that caused Haley to develop a rather pleasant, slightly aroused smile on her face.
He wouldn't get to finish it up at that moment, as JBL interrupted the Animal's momentum with a clothesline. JBL didn't stand tall for very long, as both Cena and Kane were up and ready for round sixteen at this point.
After knocking out Kane, through a miraculous use of teamwork, JBL and Cena took their brawl outside the ring. JBL sent Cena crashing into the steel steps. Meanwhile, Kane rammed Batista shoulder first into an unrelenting steel post. As Batista rolled onto his back, Kane began to climb the turnbuckle so he could put the Animal away.
"Dave come on! Look out!" Haley fists were all but pummeling the mat as she willed her boyfriend to get out of the way.
It happened faster than Haley could comprehend. Kane leapt, Batista moved, Kane landed on his feet and turned into a spear! Batista made the cover and got the three count. And suddenly, the match was over. Batista was going to the Bash.
I walk for miles inside this pit of danger
A place where no one follows me
I walk alone!
"Here is your winner, Batista!" Lilian announced to the crowd who were raucous in their support of the Animal.
Haley, cautiously getting around Kane and into the ring, went immediately to Dave's side. She dropped to her knees, since he hadn't fully risen and flung her arms around him, not caring about the sweat that now stuck to her from his body.
He laughed breathlessly, thrilled for another chance to win back his title. Keeping one arm around Haley, he rose fully to his feet. Using that same arm, he swung her around with him, while his opposite was raised in triumph.
"We're going to the Bash baby," He placed her back on her feet and in a split second decision placed a short, but loving kiss on her mouth. "We'll right what was wronged at the Bash."
She laughed with him as they left the ring hand in hand. "I sure hope so." They paused halfway up the ramp, Batista lifted his arms in victory, lifting one of hers as well, while she pointed to him with the opposite hand.
And they thought Triple H and Stephanie were the only couple that could hold titles together, she thought with amusement, as the crowd rallied behind them. They would get their chance at the Bash, and neither planned to screw it up.
A/N: So the question is, will these two make it right at the GAB?