-Caleb's P.O.V-
The night's finally here, and I can't wait for my match! Seth and Alexa also have matches, but not Becky. Seth has to defend the Universal Championship against AJ Styles, who'll no doubt have the help of the other members of the OC, and Alexa's in the Women's MitB Ladder Match.
Before Alexa goes out, I say, "Listen, I don't know much about being in one of these matches, but I do know that you'll do great. Give it your all and remember to think about how much of a train wreck I'll be later in the rough spots."
As it turns out, she does not win. As she climbs the ladder at the end of the match, Peyton Royce knocks her down and claims the briefcase for herself.
...
"You did great, Lex. You handed Asuka's ass to her on a platter in that one spot with the tables," I say, giving her a hug. Don't mind the sweatiness, and it's just as good.
"Thanks, that really means a lot. I'll catch you later after I shower and stuff."
"Sounds like a plan!"
[A little bit later]
"Seth, I love you, and you know this, but Jack Daniels is definitely better than Captain Morgan," I say in response to a previous statement about the matter. He gets an indignant look and peers over at Becky for help, but she raises her hands in mock surrender. She's a bystander right now.
"Jack Daniels tastes like watered down maple syrup!" He protests, and Becky finally has to get involved.
"Lad, I'll say this from a irishman's point of view: Jack Daniels is better than Captain Morgan... HOWEVER, Fireball is better than both."
Seth and I nod in agreement at the last part, because you give credit where it's due. However, we're gonna have to have an Irish Hand Grenade each to sort it out later.
One of the stage crew comes running up to me and says, "Caleb, your match is in five minutes." I nod and leave Seth and Becky to whatever they do when I'm not around.
...
"Rise" plays. The lights dim, but don't go out. There I am, decked in a trench coat and a bowler hat. The crowd goes wild as I walk down to the ring, staring down each and every one of my opponents. In the match is: Ricochet, Kevin Owens, Rey Mysterio, Braun Strowman, Brock Lesnar, Dean Ambrose, and Randy Orton. Four from SmackDown, Four from Raw, and I am the last to come out.
Finally, I throw the coat and hat aside, and the bell rings. I immediately attack Brock, knowing it'll be best to take him out first. Braun helps, and soon we've dumped him out onto the floor. Then, Braun and I do battle. He clubs me with a wicked right and I roll out of the ring myself.
[Mid match]
God, my arm is already killing me. I got smacked wrong with a kendo stick, and it's gone from there.
I have Randy laid across a table, and I climb a ladder set up beside it. Before I can jump, though, I see Kevin Owens scrambling up a ladder in the ring. While it would be cool to jump on Randy, I make an executive decision.
I jump from the ladder to into the ring, drop kicking Kevin's ladder in the process. I lay flat on my back, hurting, but I roll away knowing I saved the match. I can still win.
[End of match]
God, I'm hurting even more now. I jumped over the turnbuckle from the apron and smashed Ricochet through that table I had Randy propped up on, and it didn't do me any favors.
Brock, as tired as the rest of us, drags himself up the ladder, alone in the ring. I can't let him win. Not now. I will myself up off the ground and climb the turnbuckle.
He's at the top now... I jump onto the ladder, which tips it over, and I jump and grab the briefcase. Here I am, dangling in mid air, clutching to the briefcase. I try to unlatch it once and fail, almost falling. Braun has realized what's happening and comes to stop me, but it's too late. I attempt to unlatch the briefcase a second time and fall. My eyes clamp shut when I hit the mat.
"Rise" plays. I open my eyes and realize that I'm holding the briefcase... I did it. I ACTUALLY FUCKING DID IT! I get up and celebrate, secretly wasting as much time as possible. But I'm also taking in every bit of what's happening: commentary freaking out about the ending, the crowd going wild, the other members of the match leaving, "Sky's the Limit" coming on, the crowd going silent...
Sasha waltzes down to the ring, ignoring the boos and dirty looks she's getting, and even my confusion. What does she want from me? Well, now she's standing across from me in the ring and I don't fucking know what to do.
"You did real good..." She says slowly. I back away as she comes towards me. Whatever this is, it can't be good. I want out NOW.
"The fuck do you want?"
"You know what I want."
Then she leaves. Simple as that. I'm dumbfounded, trying to figure out what the hell that was all about. However, I don't dwell on it much longer. I head to the back and shower, getting ready for Seth's match.
...
It's going exactly as I thought it would. Gallows and Anderson are bullying the fuck out of him, and it looks like he's not gonna win. I run out in my street clothes, no briefcase, and start beating the hell out of them.
I knock Gallows down and focus on Anderson, who's trying to run away. However, Gallows gets to his feet and plants me with a boot to the small of my back. They go on the attack, firing shot after shot on me until they suddenly stop. There's a yell and a crash, and I look up.
Seth did a suicide dive and knocked them both down to help me, but it still isn't enough. AJ grabs a small object that looks like brass knuckles while the ref isn't looking. With Seth unaware that he's about to be cheated out of his title, I slide him a chair and distract the referee by messing with a turnbuckle.
Out of the corner of my eye I see AJ swing at Seth, who ducks and jabs him with the chair. It's over from there. I jump down and leave as Seth hits the Stomp on him and covers him for the victory.
Yeah, I'm definitely sleeping for 16 hours tonight.
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Dawson and the Goddess (Alexa Bliss x Male OC) (DS1)
Fanfiction-DAWSON SERIES BOOK ONE- Caleb Dawson, AKA Caleb Quantum, recently made his debut on Raw. He reconnects with old friends and gets roped into locker room drama, trying to manage his own relationship at the same time.
