The Nightstorm (WWE OC story)

Conflict

I sat backstage, my mind filled with uncertainty and conflicting emotions. Ziggler had approached me with a plan, a plan that involved attacking Alberto Del Rio after his championship defense against Jack Swagger. The purpose? To make Del Rio vulnerable and easier for Ziggler to cash in his Money in the Bank briefcase for the World Heavyweight Championship. Deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Ziggler noticed my hesitation and moved closer, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Ángel, my friend, just imagine the impact we could make. With your skills and my expertise, we can become unstoppable. This is our chance to rise to the top, to claim the gold and cement our legacies."

His words echoed in my mind, tugging at my desire for recognition and accomplishment. Ziggler knew how to play on my aspirations, how to exploit my hunger for success. He dangled the promise of greatness before me like a tantalizing prize.

"But what about fair play?" I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty. "Wouldn't be better to give him an opportunity to defend himself?"

Ziggler chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and cunning. "Ángel, my friend, you have to understand that sometimes you need to do whatever it takes to get ahead. This is a ruthless business, and we have to seize every opportunity that comes our way. Trust me, the rewards will be worth it."

Doubt gnawed at me, but Ziggler's persuasive words started to erode my resistance. He was offering me a shortcut to success, a chance to make a name for myself in the blink of an eye. The temptation grew stronger, clouding my judgment.

Before I could fully articulate my thoughts, Ziggler leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. "Ángel, I see so much potential in you. This could be our ticket to greatness. Imagine the fame, the fortune, the adulation of the fans. Together we can be stealing the show."

His words resonated within me, playing on my desires and dreams. They fueled the ember of ambition that burned deep within my soul. In that moment, I made a decision that would later haunt me—I chose to trust Ziggler.

With a nod, I replied, "Alright, Dolph. I'm in. Let's do this."

Ziggler's grin widened, a victorious glint in his eyes. "That's what I wanted to hear, Ángel. You won't regret this. Plus if something goes wrong, we can always rely on Big E."

Then my excitement mingled with a sense of unease. I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a grave mistake, if I had compromised my integrity in pursuit of temporary glory.

As the championship match between Del Rio and Swagger unfolded before us, I could feel the weight of our secret plan bearing down on me. The match was intense, both competitors giving their all, but I had a role to play, a part in Ziggler's scheme. 

Finally, Del Rio managed to execute his signature cross armbreaker, forcing Swagger to tap out. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match and Del Rio's successful title defense. The crowd erupted in applause, acknowledging the hard-fought victory. I knew this was the moment Ziggler and I had been waiting for. I had agreed to assist him, to attack Del Rio and leave him vulnerable for Ziggler to cash in his Money in the Bank contract.

 Though hesitant, I chose to place my trust in the words of my friend, Ziggler, and the promises he had made. After all, I have to be brave despite the fears and believe in my friends. I made my way to the ring. The referee's attention was fixed on Del Rio, who was still reveling in his hard-fought win. This was my chance.

Quickly, I climbed onto the ring apron, my eyes fixed on Del Rio's unsuspecting back. I still was afraid of what could happen, but Ziggler's promises echoed louder in my head. As I attacked Alberto with a steel chair, I could feel the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but at this point I had crossed a line from which there was no turning back. The chair continued to rain down on Del Rio's defenseless body, the sound of metal colliding with flesh ringing in my ears.

Ziggler seized the opportunity, sprinting down the ramp with his Money in the Bank briefcase in hand, accompanied by Big E. Excitement gleamed in his eyes as his plan finally came to fruition.

Del Rio, weakened and injured, could barely defend himself. It was a one-sided contest.

Big E, standing at ringside, shouted words of encouragement, egging us on. "Finish him, Ziggler! This is your moment! Steal the show!"

As Ziggler entered the ring, he screamed at the referee to officially cash in his Money in the Bank briefcase. The crowd erupted in anticipation, their cheers mixing with a hint of uncertainty.

The arena fell into hushed anticipation as the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, Dolph Ziggler is cashing in his Money in the Bank contract for the World Heavyweight Championship!"

As the bell rang, Ziggler sprang into action, seizing the opportunity he had meticulously crafted. His movements were swift and calculated, a display of relentless aggression. With each strike, he wore down Del Rio, taking advantage on the champion's weakened state

As the final moments of the match approached, Ziggler executed his signature finishing move with a resounding impact. The crowd erupted in a mix of astonishment and excitement, their cheers mingling with the roars of Big E's support.

With the referee's hand striking the mat.

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Thoughts of doubt and hope racing through my mind

3!

The bell rang out, proclaiming Dolph Ziggler as the new World Heavyweight Champion. The arena exploded in a frenzy of elation, the atmosphere charged with an electrifying energy. As Ziggler closed in on the World Heavyweight Championship, Big E's voice resonated through the arena. "This is it, Ángel! We're on the verge of greatness! The prize is within our grasp!"

The arena erupted in a mix of cheers and boos. I stood by Ziggler's side, conflicted yet swept up in the thrill of the moment.