Persona (My WWE Career)

NXT Episode 2

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a No-DQ match!" Shhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiii... No Disqualification means that all hell will break lose. No matter what I do, it's all legal. Even if my arm got ripped off, it's allowed. If Ryback got his hands on a... Oh say... A sledgehammer, it's all legal. The only way out of this is to give up or get pinned down for three seconds.

Sadly, it won't be that easy. He'll take his time to beat me down til I'm ground beef. Powerhouses like him should be pretty confident facing a lightweight like me. He surpasses me in multiple areas: height, strength, experience... I could out speed him, but that isn't much of a advantage.

"In this corner, from Sin City, weighing 291 pounds, Ryback!" He raised hands in the air, chanting his catchphrase.

"FEED ME MORE! FEED ME MORE!"

"And his opponent, making his wrestling debut, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 134 pounds, Persona Discoman!" There was a softer reaction in the crowd compared to Ryback's. They were cheers, but I bet people only did that for Ryback was a bad guy gimmick. I was dead meat anyways. Unless I pull one of the biggest upsets in NXT history. But hey, double salary.

Ding, ding, ding! The match began. Okay, I need to find a opening. We circled around the ring to find one. There was a sadistic smile on Ryback's face. He needs to see a dentist. And braces. Definitely braces.

We continue circling for a few more seconds. No opening. This wasn't like high flyers. There no obvious counter. There was this certain security to find a weakness. In order words, finding an opening in powerhouses is hard. I had to make one. CHARGE!

Ryback replied with a clothesline, but I ducked it and slid out of the ring. I ran around the ring to make another wave. Hey, gotta play the joke character. But before I could make the second wave, Ryback got out too. I ran the opposite direction while Ryback was chasing me.

A thought occurred. It's an anything goes match. Hmm... Ding-ding? I grabbed the bell from the time keepers area. While Ryback was rushing toward me, I slammed the bell toward his face. He lost his footing. If I could somehow get him off his balance... BAM! There goes the bell on his torso! BAM! He's on his knees. Perfect. As I went to his head again, he suddenly kneed me on his stomach. Now I'm open.

We both tried to get to our feet. I was able to get up first, but Ryback was close to gaining his balance. I couldn't let him catch his breath. I ran to his back and missle-kick'd him. He was on the ground again. I needed assessment, so I slid back to the ring.

Okay, his weight is now his enemy. I guess by attacking his legs, he'll drop much faster. That doesn't help for a boxer aims above the belt. The bell was just pure luck to... THE BELL! Ryback slid back to the ring with the bell. Not good. It's like adding a machine gun to a tank. It's over-the-top-of-sanity.

As he tried to swing the bell toward me, a cool breeze flew by. Twist foot... Lower head... The bell flew above me. His head's exposed. Perfect. I managed to uppercut punch his face. TKO! TK- Shit, that didn't do much. He's on the ground, but he's gaining his stance. I need the bell again, but I need to finish him. I need the height advantage.

I climbed to the top turnbuckle with the bell. If I hit his head with more air, I should give him a concussion. It's high risk, but can't out-strike him or out-power him. Time to fly. I jumped off and aimed the bell to his head. Please work! I closed my eyes

I felt hands carrying me. I was in the air for too long. I opened my eyes. The audience was moving in circle... Or am I going in a circ- GAH! My spine! I felt a brick wall lay on top of me. "One... Two... Three!" Huh? Did I win? Where the bell... Oh...

"Here is your winner, Ryback!"

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To be honest, I felt good. I dominated the match. Something I never thought I'd say. As Sami carried me out of the ring, I heard clapping. "Good job kid. You really stood your ground." I turned my head. It was Triple H, chief operating officer of the WWE.

"Thanks... Oh god, my spine..."

"That's what happens when you get shell shocked." Sami added. Ah yes... Shell shock... Ryback's finishing move. He carries a man on his shoulders, marches around in a circle, and drops his opponent on their spine. A bit of a show off, but effective.

Triple H left with a thumbs up. I look to Sami. "When do I get paid?" He looks at me funny.

"They pay for your hospital bill." Dammit...