"Yeah I'm not letting you compete in a Hell In A Cell match ever." Carla says as she rests her head on his shoudler.
The wrestling couple was currently at Bad Blood in Atlanta. Phil or CM Punk who was in a war with Drew McIntyre right now was nice enough to get them a private suite where it was just them. It had everything comfortable chairs, a bar, and many more perks. Phil knew that they liked their secrecy so he took it upon himself to get them a room that wasn't in view.
"I don't know Carla this looks kind of fun." Chris says chuckling wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"You think bleeding that much is fun?" Carla asks raising her eyebrow looking up at him.
"Bleeding this much is rare in WWE and not to mention Phil is in the match you know how he is." Chris says chuckling.
"True." Carla says giggling snapping a picture of the ring before posting it on her Instagram story.
Chris and Carla watch as Drew McIntyre and CM Punk are both at a corner of the ring looking to suplex eachother. Drew being the stronger one is able to lift Punk up in a vertical position before sending them both through a table. The hated rivals lay in the ruins of the table as they try to recollect themselves in this brutal match.
Drew is the first to get to his feet as he stumbles over the steel steps before picking one of them up. But he can't even lift it because of how much damage he has taken. He drops the steel steps as he holds his back in pain.
Punk still hasn't moved as he breathes heavily trying to muster up the strength to get back up like he always does.
Both of the competitors were bloodied up as they look to squash this very personal and violent rivalry. And Hell In a Cell was the perfect match to do so in.
"Get up old man come on." Chris says.
"The age might be catch up to him." Carla says chuckling as they share a smile.
After she says that Punk picks himself up from the ground as he leans onto the ring apron. Punk rolls into the ring as he looks to get back in the match but Drew gets him in his hold before hitting white noise on the steel steps that were in the ring.
Drew goes for the pin but Punk being the resilient person he is kicks out at two.
Drew eventually has Punk in his arms again as he looks to suplex Punk. Punk though reverses and gets him in a anaconda vice submission hold. Drew raises his hand as he considers tapping out but instead he grabs a wrench as he looks to get free by hitting Punk with it.
But Punk sees that and reaches his free hand to grab it. He manages to get it from Drew before he starts to bash his head with it. Punk gets up the wrench in the air standing tall over a downed Scottish Psychopath.
Drew moves his body facing Punk as he stares up at the Best In The World. He holds his hand up with a helpless look begging for mercy.
Punk smiles as he tells him to "pray to your god."
Drew feels blood running down his face as Punk lifts the wrench up to deliver the final blow but Drew uses the openning as he low blows Punk.
Punk collapses onto the steel steps.
Drew looks at Punk with a crazed look as blood runs down his face.
"I don't think this is pg." Chris says quoting R Truth.
"I'm enjoying it." Carla says shrugging as she clutches her NXT Title.
"Can I go into Hell In a Cell now?" Chris asks.
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The Two Prodigies¹ (Roxanne Perez x Male OC)
FanfictionChris HickenBottom and Carla Gonzales have been best friends their whole life. They were both born in the same hospital in rooms right next to eachother. So to say they have been connected their whole lives would be a correct observation. They both...
