"AAHHHH!" I yelled falling off my couch. I was panting and sweating and shaking. "Damn... Can't believe I let myself get so scared..."
After calming myself down I got dressed and ready to go to the ring. I arrived and it was filled with wrestlers ready to warm up and get everything ready. And since Mark wasn't here I had to warm up with paige. Out of all divas, I guess she wasn't too unbearable to be around.
"come on kyd! Keep your head out of the clouds!" paige yelled slamming me to the ground.
I shoved my elbow in her thigh making her bend and cringe, weak enough for me to throw her off her feet. But she ended up rolling and landing back on her feet. She sprang at me clotheslining me down. "Pathetic!" she yelled. I will admit I was very distracted, I couldn't concentrate.
"I'll take her from here..." a voice spoke up. I turned to see the face and felt my heart explode.
"Mark!" I yelled happily sprinting to him and stopping hard just before I collided into him. He was on a crutch and still looked pretty beat up, but the swelling went down a lot over night and his color had come back.
"Warrior! I thought you were in the hospital!" paige yelled astounded. Damn she was loud.
"haha and miss my apprentice's fight? Not a chance!" he smiled rubbing my hair. Oh dear I may burst from happiness!
"you cant fight in your condition..." I said softly.
"The hell I can! Do you realize who youre talking to?!" his hand gripped my head tight.
I whimpered as he forced me down onto my knees and pushed me on my back, pinning my torso with his crutch.
"H-hey! No fair! " i laughed. I grabbed his crutch and he pulled me onto my feet.
"you look awful" I smiled.
"good to see you too" he chuckled.
"I mean it with love" I laughed lightly pushing his arm.
"fighting stance Kyd!" he shouted.
"r-right!" i sprung into my ready stance quickly.
"Legs are too far apart... " he knocked the back of my knee, almost making me fall.
"e-er okay!" i corrected myself instantly. He circled me slowly checking my stance. I followed him with my eyes cautiously. He's very sneaky.
"good..." he muttered then launched at me swinging his crutch down. I rolled to the side dodging just in time. "good!" he repeated swinging his crutch at me rapidly, I walked backwards dodging each swing until I backed into a duffel bag making me fall backwards.
"AHHH!" I yelled toppling until my hand caught something. I was nearly parallel to the ground when I caught onto Mark's crutch. "e-eh..." i managed to say. Shaking from fear of falling.
"haha I got ya Kyd" mark yanked me up to him a little too hard, my body crashed into his. You would think we should have fallen over but Mark didn't budge.
"S-sorry..." i blushed pushing my palms against his chest. But before I could pull away mark pressed his crutch horizontally against my lower back pulling me closer to him.
"Sarah..." he smiled. Oh god how my heart just danced when he said my name.."Y-yes...?" I answered feeling my body shiver against his.
"Good luck..." his face was an inch away from mine. His breath... Warm and sweet... His scent so comforting.
"t-thank you..." I bit my lip nervously. I could feel my body trembling from being so close to him... "Mark I-"
"Aww how sweet..." Ziggler interrupted. He was leaning against a wall with his arms folded across his chest.
"Hey Dolph..." Mark replied a little annoyed.
"Lycan... You have a match to get to" Ziggler smirked, his eyes traveling up and down Mark and I.
"Get em good Kyd" Mark smiled and tussled my hair. Ohhh yes...
"right!" I smiled and ran to get ready. I felt so pumped! I hopped around in my spot waiting for my entrance song to come on. As soon as it did I sprinted out onto the stage. "AWOOOOO!" I howled happily. I spun in circles making my jacket fly out and making it look awesome. It was great! I leaped onto the ring and rolled out of my jacket kicking it to the side, when i was up again. My opponent was a diva, Kirsten Emerald... She was dressed in shiny metallic red sports bra and short shorts.
"Bring it BITCH!" she mouthed towards me. I smiled and crouched low ready for her. As soon as that bell rang we both jumped at each other, colliding in the air and crashing onto the ring, our limbs twined and tangled. Her arm wrapped around my stomach and neck pinning my back against her front. I easily broke out of her grasp and leapt onto my feet. I backed into the ropes allowing them to fling me forward and clothesline her. She reacted fast and grabbed at my ankle while she was on the ground. Her grip was too tight, no way I could shake her off. So off came my boot, and I slammed my bare heel into her skull. She lay motionless on her face clutching my boot. Proudly I jumped onto the middle rope and cheered at the audience, boasting carelessly. Standing in the sidelines I saw Mark leaning against his crutch smiling. I smiled wide as his smile faded and turn to a look of concern- SMACK! She just hit me in the head with my own boot! I stumbled a little but managed to keep balance on the ropes. Kirsten jumped on my back shoving me forward and flipping us out of the ring. The way we landed left me on my back, and her knees pinning my wrists. She began to both choke and punch me, switching from the two on and off. After the first few punches I eventually didn't feel anything. All I saw was her face determined and concentrated on beating me senseless.
After a while some men pulled her off my limp body. My eyes started up at the ceiling and flashing lights, blinking and hearing nothing anymore. Kirsten returned to me with something metal in her hands. The lights made it dazzle like a new car. She swung down the heavy metal bat down on my left arm. This pain I felt, and I cried in pain curling up into a ball bracing for impact. Sound was returning to me. I felt no more beatings and heard muffled yelling, soon followed by mixtures of cheering and booing.
What I didn't know, was that Mark was trying to fend for me by pulling the metal object out from her hands. That's why the crowd was going nuts! He snatch it from her and threw it to the ground yelling, Enough! That's enough!
He yelled that, and it made me smile so widely that I was afraid the fans were going to see me. The pain still stung and rang.