Dawson and the Goddess (Alexa Bliss x Male OC) (DS1)

Extreme Rules

-Caleb's POV-

It's been a hot minute since Alexa and I talked last, and it's been a blur. Every day seems to be lived out by someone other than me, and I'm just watching through their eyes. I haven't talked to Seth or Becky very often, either. As a matter of fact, the only people I really talk to in general are Bayley and Charlotte. Well, I guess Finn counts, too.

As for the Universal Championship? Yeah, I've still got it. I have a match with Seth for it at Extreme Rules, but I don't see it being as good as it should be. We literally have to just wing an Extreme Rules match just because I don't feel like talking to him.

[Time Skip]

Welp, almost time for my match. Seth and I had a match for the tag titles earlier in the night, which we obviously lost. Now it's time for the Universal Championship match.

I burst through the curtains with a scowl that doesn't take much effort to plaster across my face. As I march down the ramp, a few people slightly lean back, apparently able to feel the anger radiating from my body. Yeah, this one ain't gonna be pretty.

[Middle of Match]

I accidentally hit Seth with the chair a little too hard, and he gives me the nastiest of looks when the camera pans towards me. If we aren't careful, this could turn into a real fight.

...

Oh, that motherfucker did it now. He superkicks me in the face too hard, and I tell him to watch his shots. He replies, "Watch your damn attitude, crybaby."

I lose it. I throw a real punch at him, which he returns with no hesitation. We slug it out until I eventually drive him to the ground and start fucking him up. It takes a steady stream of blood rushing out of his forehead for me to back off, and I stare in horror at what I've done. I just beat up my best friend. He gets to his feet somehow, but his eyes can't seem to totally focus on me.

"Are you alright?" I ask, and he shakes his head. I've gotta save this somehow, but what is there to do? I look to the referee, who signals for me to just quickly end it. I throw a Shotgun Punch at him and cover him for a three count. The ref raises my hand, and I head backstage with my head hung in shame.

...

Oh God. Becky's storming right up to me, and I've got nowhere to go. I brace myself, and she slaps me across the face as hard as she can. I draw a sharp breath, remembering how much her hands fucking hurt.

"I deserved that," I say softly, trying to discreetly deescalate the situation as much as possible. It doesn't work, and she starts yelling at me. I look around and see some different people's reactions, and it sucks. Charlotte and Finn look furious, Bayley looks horrified, and then there's Alexa. She gives me a disappointed look, then turns to leave. Somehow, that hurt more than Becky's slap. Wow, my life really is a disaster.