a few months ago you received an email confirming your place for a tryout at WWE, which shoots you toward your dream of becoming a professional wrestler.
however nothing could prepare you for the bombshell of a ride into the wrestling universe, exc...
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"Bianca belair. The self proclaimed EST of WWE! What a pleasant surprise!" I exclaimed, I didn't talk a lot but I had to build my confidence back up, besides, I had to ignite this match somehow And I knew Bianca would play along. "That's right Jinx the EST, the roughest, the toughest, the quickest, the strongest and the greatest! Unlike YOU I'm a nice champion, not a freaky one, and that belt belongs with Me, so if you'd kindly step up and I promise I'll be kind" she laughed, earning a cheer from the surrounding audience. My smirk grew as I began to speak "yeah, okay. I will but first-"
THIS IS MY BRUTALITYYY!!! (demon in your dreams)
I watched as my wife joined me at the stage, with that all to familiar, black duffel bag. Bianca's face changed, her confidence dropped by a lot and it was clear to see it in her facial expression. I opened the bag, and pulled out a new metal bat causing me to smile widely. Her worry was present on her face but she had to pull up her confident facade, she motioned for me to attack her. So I did. I ran at her, knowing she'd try to attack first with her braid, so instead of running head on, I ducked under her and swung the bat into her back causing her to drop to her knees. A referee immediately came running down to the ring and I dropped the bat, handing him the title so he could declare this match.
Rhea stood at ringside as the three chimes of the bell sounded, once they did I pulled up Bianca's leg immediately causing her to kick out, the more times I rolled her up, the less energy she'd have to kick out, the more likely chance I would have of winning. Roll up. Kick out. Roll up. Kick out. It lasted in a sequence like that for a little while, only until she was fired up enough to fight back. She kicked out yet another time, but this time she used a lot of force, sending me head first into the padding of the bottom turnbuckle. This was her time now. I had to work fast to gain the advantage again but she was was moving so fast that I just couldn't keep up.
Dropkick, pin, kick out. German suplex, pin, kick out. KOD, I couldn't let this connect, if it did I'd lose for definite and so help me god if lose. I slipped out from her grip and pushed her into the ropes, running after her and driving my knees into her back from the ropes. I rolled backwards and up to my feet and yelled, causing cheer and applaud to erupt in the crowd. She slowly rose to her feet and as she did I performed a step up enziguri to the side of her face knocking her back down. I rolled her up into the pin to which she kicked out from at the count of two, but I moved quick to ensure that I would still have the upper hand. I latched my legs across her chest and stretched her arm out, across my body, locking her into a tight arm bar that immediately caused her to struggle. I thought this was it. I thought this was my win against Bianca, but somehow, some way, she managed to curl her body upwards, I was still latched to her arm as my shoulders were planted for a moment only to find that the referee had stopped counting and I was being pulled into the air. She dropped to her knees, slamming my back into the canvas but she held on strongly, no matter how much pain she caused herself she held me up and wouldn't let me let go.
"Jinx! Come on! Let go of her! JINX!" I could hear rhea screaming at me to let go of her but I knew that every time she planted me, I hurt her arm a little more. She managed to lift me a total of three times before letting go of me. I had a plan though, I began to act like I was in a lot of pain, so the referee would pay attention to me. Rhea caught on to my act and took the opportunity to attack Bianca while attention was on me. When I told the ref I was okay, he moved away from me to find Bianca face down. I had only a few minutes to get this win so I climbed the turnbuckle, standing upright. But, it took too long. I was met with a forearm to the side of my face. Bianca climbed up with me and lifted me vertically into the air. At that moment I felt like giving up but the constant yells of my wife forced me to power myself up.
As Bianca went for the superplex I planted my feet and reversed it into a DDT. It wasn't without a cost though, as I landed on the canvas I tweaked my right knee due to the pressure that was forced into it. I rubbed my leg and tried to stand but I was too slow in doing so, I was lifted onto the shoulders of Bianca belair and before I could counter, she pulled me into a successful KOD. Exhaustion got the better of me and I failed to kick out of the pin that she had pulled me into. That was it. My reign as a champion, gone. Just like that. And I couldn't even counter it, she won fairly. "Here is your winner! And the NEW WWE RAW WOMEN'S CHAMPION BIANCA BELAIR!!" the announcer shouted into her mic as I rolled out of the ring, landing on my back, on the concrete floor of the outer ring.
I flinched at the hand of rhea pulling me to my feet, and wrapping my arm around the back of her neck, and supporting my waist as we headed backstage. "It's okay. Look you'll get it back, soon enough. I know you will. Don't worry about the title Y/N" demi whispered into my ear, sitting me down on a chair. I wasn't too bothered about the title, I knew I could get it back, with time, it's just I knew that edge would have a very strong opinion about me losing the championship. I knew that the only reason he wanted me on the judgment day was because of that title. And now I was worthless... To him at least. But that wouldn't matter anymore, after all, a manipulative arsehole leader can only be a manipulative arsehole leader for so long before his "disciples" become tired of his games..
