I Can't Do This

IC Title Match

I was pretty anxious for this match to start. When the bell rang, I was already in the edge of my seat. I studied each competitors movements in the mach, and stood up in frustration when Seth curb stomped Finn, then the Miz and pinned the Miz for the win. All three men worked hard to get to this moment, but Finn worked the hardest. I walked to the Guerilla to check in Finn and Seth, but they just shook their heads at me and walked away.

Miz: Looks like some trouble in paradise. I just had an idea.
N: Let me guess. Mustafa Ali, Seth Rollins, Finn Balor, Cedric Alexander, Becky Lynch and myself are all going to be guests on MizTV?
Miz: Yeah, I was going to say that. By the way, tell your boyfriend congratulations...on his loss.
N: Screw you.
Miz: My name isn't Seth Rollins or Finn Balor so, I'm going to have to say no.

I scoffed, and walked into catering. TJ was there, and he was sitting with the girls. I walked over, and sat down with a frustrated sigh.

TJ: Hey, what's wrong?
N: I have to go on MizTV. So do you, Becky.
Becks: How many guests are there going to be?
N: There will be six of us. You, Cedric, Mustafa, Seth, Finn and me.
Char: Damn. I hope you punch Miz's lights out if he asks something too personal.
Rube: Me too. We'll be right here, watching the TV. And if anything bad is going to happen, all of us will come out there and help you two to deliver one hell of an ass whooping.
Sarah&Liv&Nattie: That's right.

I laughed, wondering what I did right to get this amazing group of friends.

A/N: Hey guys. I'm not going to do the rest of the WrestleMania matches. The only reason why is because I can't really describe matches that well. But I will make sure to write some very interesting parts into the next few chapters. Bye bye for now.