Silent Hell

Reflection

*Cody Rhodes' POV*

It was Smackdown and I had a match against Wade Barrett as the second match of Smackdown. And of course Damien was on commentary.

Ever since the challenge to a hell in a cell match, I was both excited and nervous. It was all two different reasons that were able to connect to the core reasoning.

I was excited because I was going to compete in a hell in a cell match for the mixed tag championship. I was ready.

Despite that, I was also nervous for Imigie and AJ, them being the first women to step into a match like this. It was scary and I was sure that anyone who had stepped into a match like this would have to warn them about the dangers. However, the one person who I suspected would take it lightly was AJ. Imigie on the other hand showed that she was being serious about preparing for it.

I had seen the matches but even I didn't feel comfortable being the one to warn Imigie about the match. The thought made me uneasy and I hoped someone else would do it. I just didn't have have the heart to do it.

I just waited for when my match would be next so that I could push my fears and worries in the back.

*Imigie's POV*

I had just finished getting my makeup done as I mentally prepared for my match against Layla.

Despite that, I knew that most of my matches leading up to the hell in a cell match we're going to be massively tame, compared to the actual match on that Pay-Per View.

The thought put my mind at agonizingly uneasiness. Maybe it was because AJ and I were going to be the first women to step into a match like this.

And I was surely positive that AJ would try to challenge me back for the Women's Championship. Two championships to be defended against the same person, again, not that it bothered me.

I was only uneasy about the match itself. I was most positive that I was going to be warned about the dangers of a match with the cell, even though I had seen many of these matches in the past.

Now I really had to study these matches. I knew it wouldn't be easy but it was difficult for me to imagine myself in such a match like this where I was left in the absolute grueling pain unimaginable.

Despite that, it made perfect sense. It was a new story to fit me as a fighter, as someone who had to scratch and claw their way to get to the top. The title match would be the icing on the cake with a raw kick to it. It defined me as a greater threat to the division.

The hell in a cell match.

It meant pain. It meant agony. It meant passion. It meant blood. It meant sweat. It meant tears. It meant a war.

It was a fight.

It was the next step as to why I would remain the Women's Champion. It wouldn't make me a dominator if I had to plow through the rest of the division. It meant that they weren't ready for someone who had to fight to become the champion.

I even had to fight my way to become the Divas Champion before I no longer considered it a use.

Then the one thing I saw this past Monday ran into my head, stopping me in my tracks. The broken pieces. I was determined to figure out who actually tore it apart, who left it completely broken.