The next week and a half passed by pretty quickly, as most of the time was spent by yours truly putting the heat on myself, and Dean attempting to put himself over.
Finally Battleground was here. And, as we had found out a couple nights prior on Smackdown, the 3 Stages of Hell match was set to go on last.
Surprisingly, the card was looking to pretty stacked, and performers were ready to steal the show in front of the sold out Barclays Stadium in Brooklyn, New York.
Finally after nearly 2 hours, our match was set to go.
I made my way to the ring to a chorus of boos, in which I relished with a smug smirk on my face. And as soon as I got to the ring, Dean Ambrose's music hit and I realized what I was in store for. But the look in my face told everyone different. I showed no fear, but on the inside, I was legitimately scared. Not for me, but for my career. But while I scared for my career, I was also scared for Dean and what I was going to do to him.
The referee rang the bell and you could feel the tension in the building as the Hell in a Cell was lowered around the ring. But before the cell could be fully lowered, I pulled the ultimate heel move and rolled out of the ring to the outside portion of where the cell would be lowered.
Ambrose looked at me with shock, but I was the one who was shocked to see the cell stop lowering to allow Ambrose to roll out of the ring and start wailing on me.
All I could feel was Dean's fists flailing against my face, my arms, my body, any part of me he could get to. He finally rolled me back in the ring and the cell resumed lowering. And once the cell was fully lowered, Dean rolled out of the ring to get one of the many weapons that existed under the squared circle.
He ended up throwing a number of chairs, as well as a bag of tacks and a pallet of something hidden underneath a blanket. I had a bad feeling about this, so I grabbed one of the many chairs he threw into the ring and rolled out of the ring, but before I could get a hit off, he blasted me in the head with a kendo stick.
This hit stunned me enough for him to get me back into the ring. He also put the pallet into the ring and removed the blanket. I couldn't see what was under it as my vision was still blurry from the hit to the head.
All I felt next was my head being picked up as if I was a ragdoll. Then, all I felt was pain as Dean slammed my head through what felt like solid concrete. The referee counted the pin and all I knew was that I had lost the first fall.
I tried to stand, but I couldn't feel anything below my arms. I was completely numb from my shoulders down to my toes. I told the referee to raise the cage and get the doctor. That was when I felt a liquid like substance flowing down my face. I had always loved the idea of getting busted open in an important match, so this was able to fuel me up and I felt blood flow back to my arms and my body and my legs.
I struggled to my feet, but eventually I got up and the look on Dean's face was priceless. It looked like a mix between shock and terror.
Hey Guys. So I'm going to continue this part of the story tomorrow. Thanks for sticking by me. TTYL :)
