Everything after that was just one big blur of light and movement all blended into one big blob of adrenaline. There were lights everywhere, flashes of the cameras capturing shots, flashlights and torches illuminating on the spot, and then, fireworks cracking in the sky, bathing the entire arena in a tranquil mixture of blues, reds, greens and every other colour imaginable. This was all in in a celebration, a celebration for a new champion being crowned. For me being crowned.
It was incredible.
Watching everybody cheer and scream in unison, it was a completely different reaction compared to the one that I reviewed when I won the Royal Rumble. There was no booing, no hostility or angry screams or 'you suck' chants. There was none of that shit. There was only one reaction. Happiness.
And that's how I finally left the ring. After seeing the camera men signaling to each other that they were about to wrap it up and go off the air, I reviewed a thumbs up from the lead technician, signaling me that they had enough footage. I nodded to show him that I understood before slipping out of the ring to begin my was up that long ass entrance ramp.
With every step that I took, I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, making the pain that every step caused me to become less dull, less attention catching, so that I could focus on greeting the hundreds of fans that were seated alongside the entryway. Their happy and excited faces helped to distract me from the all of the pain that I knew I wax going to be in come tomorrow morning. I could almost wince just thinking about it.
But nevertheless, I carried on making my way towards the entrance, wanting to just desperately shower and collapse in bed, not to be disturbed for the foreseeable future. At least that was my intentions, until I saw him standing there, arms crossed over his sweat stained tank top with a smile as big as the crescent moon adorning his face.
"You son of a bitch!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air before rushing towards me with open arms, enveloping me in a bear hug. I couldn't help but laugh at his greeting. But at the same time, I wholeheartedly agreed with him. I went into a match against thee most dangerous man in the WWE and not only did I make it out in one piece, I came out the victor while Seth was left behind like an old rotting carcas. I was indeed a lucky son of a bitch to have made it out of there. Returning his hug with equal fervour, I patted him on the back. He had a great match tonight. Even though he didn't exactly win Money In The Bank, that privilege went to Sheamus, which reminds me that I have to remember to keep an eye out for him now, he came pretty damn close.
"I can't believe you did it man." He stated, running his hands through his hair. "You pinned Brock motherfucking Lesnar!" He highlighted every word that he said with slaps to my chest. He chuckled, throwing his head back to let out a joyful 'whoop' of elation, causing several of the people and crew members backstage to glance our way.
Suddenly feeling a little self conscious with all of the eyes on us, I shrugged, hitching the title further up onto my shoulder and cleared my throat. "Yeah, me neither. Man, I for a second there I thought he was gonna kick out." That just caused Dean to snort while comically rolling his eyes. "Dude," he began, wringing his hands together multiple times before clapping them together. "You basically cut the guy in half. There is no fucking way that he would've gotten up after that. No way in hell." He paused for a second, looking down at his hands with an unreadable expression. It worried me for a second. I know that look. I've seen that look before a million times on Talia's face. It's the look she always gets before she does or says something that'll leave me speechless. When I see that look flash across Dean's face I pause, and worry as I feel the panic starting to sink in. Something happened. That's the only thing that I can think of that would make him look like that.
