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Chapter 89

TW- Mentions of blood.

The rest of the week past by smoothly and it was now time for Monday night RAW again. The night I face Brock Lesner. The match is No DQ and is set for pin fall, submission or KO. When this match was announced, the fans went crazy all over social media and I loved seeing the WWE Universe basically warning Brock to not go up against me; even other superstars warned him but he obviously didn't listen. Thing is though, if I win, I get to claim his nickname of The Beast Incarnate and if I loose - which lets be real, I won't - I have to quit the WWE. Now, everyone knows that I won't back down from a good challenge and this was no different.

I had just entered my locker room with Athena and was hanging up all my gear as she set up all the makeup and hair products on the vanity. Demi and The Judgement Day boys were looking after Tyra tonight and were going to watch my match. I sat down in the chair and Athena immediately got to work on my hair, I wanted to keep it simple but also have it up and out of my face. Athena did a really good job...

She moved swiftly onto my makeup. My gear was all black so I asked for a pop of colour and she delivered...

Once she was done, I changed into my gear...

We sat on the couch and watched the match currently going on until I got my 5 minute call, "Make yourself at home. There is snacks and drinks in the fridge in the corner so help yourself to whatever and I'll see you after my match." I say to Athena before I leave the room. I make my way to gorilla and stretch out my limbs as I wait. I wasn't going to have anyone with me ringside but I knew Paul Heyman would be accompanying Brock. I didn't care to be honest, it's not like he could do anything.

Brock made his entrance first and once he was in the ring, his music was cut and my solo music was played...

(For those who don't remember.)

I pushed through the curtain and when the lyrics 'Is this what you wanted' was sung and the beat changed, I perfectly hit my entrance somersault. I ran down the ramp and jumped up onto the apron, hooking my right leg over the middle rope and anchoring my ankle under the bottom before hanging back; throwing my hands out infront of me in devil horns with my tongue out. Instead of stepping through the ropes to enter the ring, I jumped and flipped over the top rope, landing with a bang. This made the crowd go wild and I stood with a smirk.

I took of my jacket and bent down to hand it to a crew member. I could feel someone looking at me so I turn my head a little and saw Brock looking at my ass with no shame, I smirked to myself as I stood up again. I turned and walked to my corner readjusting my top but again, in my peripheral vision, I saw Brock looking at me with no shame. The ref asked if we were ready to which we both nodded and they called for the bell. When the bell was rung, I blocked out all noise as Brock and I started to circle each other.

He was now my main focus.

After a full rotation, I stepped back and leaned back on the turnbuckle of my corner. I felt the confusion from everyone but not Brock, he let out a frustrated groan and charged at me. My smirk grew the closer he got and when he was close enough, I hit him with a strong double kick to the chest - using the ropes as leverage; causing him to fly back and fall to the mat. He got to his knees and slammed his fist down before he stood.

It was now my turn to charge at him. I jumped, swing my body around his before wrapping my legs around his neck and forcing him back down to the mat with a move I liked to call The Wings of Death...

(The Wings of Death is basically this Black Widow move.)

I wasted no time going for the cover but Brock kicked out at 2. Before he could comprehend what I was doing, I jumped up onto the top turnbuckle and dived; hitting him with a Jeff Hardy style Swanton Bomb. I then backed off, giving a little time to recover. I was having to much fun for this match to be over with just yet.

I decided to let him get a couple good hits in before I really show him my strength so when he charged at me again, I let him spear me to the mat. He picks me up and hits me with an F5 before attempting to cover me but I kick out before the ref even counted 1. We both stand toe to toe and just stare each other down but I can see the anger in his eyes, "What's the matter Big Boy, you scared." I taunt seductively with a smirk.

He takes a few steps back, giving me a perfect opportunity. I run and bounce off the ropes behind me, launching myself into the air and hitting him square in the face with a Roman Reigns style superman punch; I knew Roman was backstage and most likely watching. "Fucking bitch." Brock roared as he held his jaw after spitting out a tooth. He slides out of the ring and grabs a sledgehammer from underneath before sliding back in with a smirk on his face. He storms towards me and attempts to hit me with it but I grab it mid-swing, pulling him forward and headbutting him; sending an almighty crunch echoing throughout the arena as he stumbled back holding his nose that was now gushing blood. Paul and the ref was stood near him asking him if he was good to continue and he said he was so we carried on.

I dodged every move he threw at me but I was starting to loose interest. I had to end it. And end it I did. I hit Brock with a German Suplex, followed by an Inverted Suplex, then Triple H's Pedigree before Choke Slamming him to the mat; shocking everyone, including Brock himself at how easily I lifted a 286lb man. I covered him for the second time but he managed to kick out seconds before 3, making me growl in frustration but I could see he was tiring so I backed off and gave him time to recover.

He tried going on the offensive again but I was faster and dodged again. I perfectly executed his own finisher - an F5 - on him and picked him back up, lining him up for my own. The crowd began chanting, "HELLFIRE SLAM." over and over again as I lifted him above my head for what I hope to be the final time tonight. I do a slow 360 spin before I slam him down on my knee and roll him up.

"1"

"2"

"3"

DING DING DING

"AND YOUR WINNER... THE NEW BEAST INCARNATE... SKYLAAAAR MOOOORNINGSTAR." The anouncer says and my music blares through the speakers as the ref holds my arm up. I turn to see Paul and a couple of medics crouched down next to Brock trying to help him up but he pushes them away. I sigh and walk over, offering Brock my hand. He looks up at me briefly before taking it and I help him stand. He stumbles a little so I wrap an arm around his waist to stabilize him. I help him out of the ring and up the ramp, all the way to his locker room.