Who Would've Thought (WWE Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

Angel's POV

I turned around still in this tight grasp. "Jason?! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, babe. I missed you. Just come back home with me." He said before kissing me.

"Can we talk about this after the show?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll be in the front row tonight."

"What's Jason doing here!? He can't be here! He is just going to con you into forgiving him and harass you into going home!" Sansha shouted.

"Maybe, I should forgive him? He made a mistake." I said

"No, you deserve so much better than him. Someone smart, charming, handsome, and straight edge." Sansha whined as she grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"Sounds like you're describing me." Punk said while peeping his head through the door. Sansha covered her mouth as she laughed, but I just stood there a little embarrassed.

"Well I just wanted to come see you before your match." Punk then pulled into a hug and whispered, "Have fun out there." Then, he walked out of the divas locker room.

Something didn't feel right. I was a little nervous, but that was normal. I felt like I was going to vomit.

"Are you okay?" Sansha asked, looking at me concerned.

"Not really, I feel like I'm going to throw up..."

"Girl, you're just nervous that's all." The concern disappearing from Sansha's face.

"I have to go my match is up next!" I said as I hugged Sansha goodbye.

"You'll do great!" Sansha shouted.

I was up against Alicia Fox. She was a tough competitor, but I was confident.

My theme song began to play in the arena and I walked out nervous as ever. Alicia was already waiting in the ring. I strolled down the ramp and waved at all the fans. Once I entered the ring, I spotted Jason in crowd and waved at him. He replied with blowing a kiss.

The referee signaled for the bell, Alicia and I locked up. I dominated most of the match with hard punches and strong grapples. Alicia got a few good moves in, but I just shook them off. I hit her with my signature move, Eat Defeat. I pinned her and the referee counted 1...2...3!

I was celebrating when I was rudely interrupted by Paul Heyman and his goons.

"You know it's a shame that you sided with my protocol son, CM Punk." Paul continued to make his way to the ring. "It's a shame that these idiotic people here in St Louis believe that CM Punk is some kind of hero." The WWE Universe booed. "You wanna know what else is a shame? The beating that Ryback is going to give CM Punk in two weeks at Battleground." Paul, Ryback, and Curtis Axel entered the ring and cornered me. I looked over at Jason's seat, but he wasn't there. Before they could get any closer, Punk ran to the ring and stepped in front of me.

"Well, isn't this something. The hero out to save his little damsel in distress."

"Paul you're the one that's going to need saving. When I get my hands on you, I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. And as far as two weeks from now at Battleground goes, I'm going to run through Ryback. When I'm done with him, I'm coming for you." Punk said. Paul turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. Ryback began to pace as if he was about to charge.

Punk turned to me and whispered "Angel, leave the ring." Before I could get of the ring, I saw Ryback charge at Punk. I pushed Punk out of the way and Ryback's arm collided with my head and neck. I hit my back on the mat hard. That's the last thing I remembered before blacking out.