Takeover

Chapter 9: We Deserve More

Cammi and Cassidy came running out at the sound of their theme. High energy consumed them when they felt the eyes of the crowd. It was amazing what they could do to you even when you were down. It almost made everything worth it. Almost. Both were still relatively new and didn't have too many fans, so they didn't slap anyone's hand or pump up with the crowd; it's not like they could anyways. Orders from Kane: nothing that can make you liked. They were here to work. They were here to enhance. As they entered the ring, Naomi and Natalya stood in their corner, eyes on both girls, waiting for them to get in the ring. Looks like it was Naomi starting the match off today. Since Cammi never even got a chance last time. Cassidy thought it only seemed fair that she start off the match this time.

Cammi hopped into the ring and bounced from foot to foot to warm up a bit. She didn't bother warming up beforehand, it's not like she was going all out tonight anyways. She didn't have a choice. But, now was not the time to think about that. Enhance. That is the job.

Naomi and Cammi stared each other down from their respective sides, as soon as the ref signalled for the match to start and the bell rang, both girls went off, lunging towards each other to get the upper hand first. Naomi, of course, "managed" to get it. Naomi had Cammi in a sleeper hold, jerking her arm every once in a while to make Cammi struggle even harder for air. Eventually when Naomi brought Cammi down to her knees, she let go of Cammi's neck and rebounded off of the ropes to deliver a swift kick to the side of Cammi's head. Cammi's head throbbed with pain, her vision a bit fuzzy. Now on her hands and knees, Cammi crawled towards Cassidy, making an effort to go as slowly as possible. Naomi quickly caught up, pulled her up by the hair, and ran to an empty corner. Jumping up to slip through the top and middle ropes, Naomi bounced Cammi's head off the turnbuckle. Cammi fell back on the mat and hit her head. She barely had enough time to breath when Naomi was back on her again, doing the same move on the opposite corner. Cammi's head was exploding with pain, but she had to keep going. Naomi grabbed her by the hair and dragged her towards Natalya. Natalya slapped her hand with Naomi's and Natalya barely hesitated before immediately German Suplexing Cammi into next week. The momentum of the move, however, sent Cammi bouncing towards Cassidy. That wasn't the plan, but they couldn't make it seem so obvious how rigged this all was. Cassidy quickly tagged Cammi's shoulder and pulled her out of the ring into safety. She went in swinging for a clothesline that connected only with air. Natalya ducked under the arm, rebounded off the ropes, spun and connected with her own discus lariat. Cassidy connected hard with the mat, her head spinning. With that, Natalya grabbed Cassidy by the legs, flipped her over and placed her in the Sharpshooter. It only took a few seconds for Cassidy to tap out. The bell rung, Naomi and Natalya enjoyed a few cheers from the crowd, and Cammi and Cassidy clung on each other for support as they limped their way backstage.

They were silent as they went to their locker room and changed into their regular clothes. They were about to call it a night to get back to the hotel they were staying in until they had to leave for the next city. That was until they heard a knock at the door. With a groan, Cassidy got up to answer the door.

"Whoever it is, tell them to fuck off." Cammi said, exhausted from the beat down she had to endure.

Cassidy let out a humorless laugh before reaching the door, trying to utter the phrase under her breath. "Fuck-" she opened the door swiftly "me," she stared surprised at the handsome two-toned man at the door. He smiled smugly at her and it left her wondering if he had heard what she said. Seth let himself in.

Cassidy brightened up a little with a smile and cheerfully asked, "Whatcha doin', Seth?"

"Just came to see how you ladies were doing after such a beat down today. Your egos aren't bruised yet are they?" He said.

Cassidy's smile faltered. Cammi leaned all the way back in her seat, covering her face with a towel. This is the last person she wanted to see right now and she was making a mental note to slap Cassidy later for not telling him to leave.