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CHAPTER TEN

"empty,
hollow,
I pray,
that in a different universe
another me is filled with
all the things I have lost
in this timeline."
~midara

Salem

I would never get used to the TakeOver atmosphere.

The deafening noise was constant—especially when it came to the Undisputed Era. There were cheers, and boos, and chants, and everything in between. The wrestling was always top notch and the crowd always let us know.

I've grown to love being out in front of the crowd with the UE. It took some getting used to, for sure, but these guys are like family and this brand is like home.

I'd never had a family or a home, really, so it was what I imagined those would be like.

Pete Dunne and Roderick Strong we're facing Adam and Kyle and I happened to be ringside. Usually, if I didn't have a match, I was used as a distraction for matches like these. However, with Roddy turning on Pete at the end of the match, I got to keep my hands clean for the night.

Of course, I had my fair share of fun. I got to do a hurricanrana to Roderick and I stepped in the way of Pete a few times. Pete and I got to have a good number of face-offs throughout the match, neither one of us backing down which got the fans interested again after dulls in the match.

The audience loves the idea of men beating on women.

Oh, the irony.

It had been towards the end of the match when Adam recovered and stood in front of me as protection while Pete looked down on me. I had just helped Kyle kick out by putting his foot on the rope. Pete was breathing heavily, clearly angered and threatening to beat me before Adam came.

Adam Cole: my knight in shining armor. Or, something like that, at least.

I felt his hand on my waist as he stood in front of me. He clung to me for dear life, but I could only wait before he would finally let go.

Adam Cole had clearly been off of his game today. Britt had saw to that last night when she left him. Me being stuck to witness it only made things worse.

To be honest, I don't know why I followed her when she left during the Hall of Fame ceremony. I have never been the person to empathize with other girls; to be honest, I never really had girl friends to begin with, other than Candice.

Candice was always the exception.

Maybe I felt bad for kissing Adam a few weeks back. Maybe I felt responsible for Britt's frustration, even though I knew she had no idea that I kissed him—Adam would never tell her. It made me sick, thinking about what I did to their relationship.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Salem!" Adam yelled. "Get out!"

He seemed angry, which shocked me because I was doing what I had been instructed to do. I never went off-script, though my group mate couldn't say the same.

I left the ring, watching as Adam was pummeled by Pete. Kyle had been the legal man, so the blonde turned his attention back to him. We were approaching the ending of the match.