You Deserve the World

Chapter 7

October 17, 2016

Hell in a Cell is two weeks away, but this week for Monday Night Raw we're in Brooklyn, New York. I'm already dressed in my gear getting ready for my match tonight against Dakota Kai, and Mark wasn't scheduled for a match which made sense to me since the champion has to be in tip-top shape. I was bored out of my mind so I was gonna go hang out in the locker room when a wannabe pirate came up.

"Well well well, if it isn't Miss Airplane," Pete Dunne said, with his creepy ass smile.

"Ugh, what do you want Dunne," I asked, sounding disgusted.

He stepped closer, "Well I know Christmas isn't for another two months, but I was hoping to get a kiss under the mistletoe?"

He held up a branch of mistletoe over us and was leaning in closer and closer, and I was leaning so far back I almost fell. I was about to shove him back when I heard a masculine voice yell, "What the hell, Pete!" It was Mark coming to my aid.

Pete back up quickly smiling, "What are you gonna do, Pretty Boy?"

Mark got pissed very quickly and swung at Pete, which he missed. A full-on fight broke out between the two men leaving me in the crossfire. A few of the talent nearby tried to help out but nothing was happening, and I tried yelling at them to stop which didn't do any good. The fight continued on heading towards all the equipment and cable boxes. I kept yelling at them to quit fighting, but I only got in the way. Pete shoved Mark back knocking him into me and causing me to stumble back and whiplashing my neck on the cable box. They both stopped for a split second giving Pete enough time to sprint away, Mark questioning himself about what just happened, and me trying not to curse up a storm.

"Oh shit, are you okay," Mark frantically asked.

I sat up holding the side of my neck, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," he said.

"No, it's not, it's my fault," I replied.

He shook his head, "It is my fault, I should've been more careful. I'm so sorry."

"Mark, it's not your fault. I'm fine, I swear," I told him standing up.

"No, you're not. I'm taking you to the trainers," he said grabbing my hand.

"Babe, I'll be okay, don't worry," I said stopping him.

"No! I promised to protect you and I failed already," he said hating himself.

I stood there with him thinking if I should just for his stake, "Okay. I'll go to the trainers, but you have to promise me to stop hating yourself because you're not a failure."

He nodded, "I'll try too."

--

Sitting on the stiff black bed waiting for the trainer to get his paperwork together, Mark stood up and headed for the door. "I'll be back, I'm gonna go talk to Maverick about getting a match with Pete," he said.

"Good luck with that," I said waving him off.

The trainer ran some simple tests and exercises with me to see where my neck is at after being in the crossfires of Mark and Pete's fight. After running the tests, it turns out I have a minor whiplash but I can still compete tonight against Dakota Kai, although I have to keep my movements to a minimum after tonight. I thanked the trainer for checking my neck out, then left for catering which I've been craving for all evening.

--

Walking into catering, almost everyone there asked if I was okay, and I simply replied with "yes, I'm fine." Why do people care all of a sudden? They never did before unless it was a major scandal or anything that involves Total Divas.

I sat in catering taking slow bites of my sandwich and scrolling through social media when the chair next to me slide out and housed another person. "Pete's gonna get the beating of his life tonight," a voice said.

I looked over and saw that it was Mark. I was surprised that Maverick granted the match, "You got the match with Pete?"

He nodded, "Yeah, he thought it was a good idea. Plus, he heard about earlier. Oh yeah, what did the trainer say?"

"Minor whiplash, but I can compete tonight. Although tomorrow is gonna suck like hell because I can't move my head a lot for a few days," I explained.

--

During Raw, Mark and I stood close to the gorilla because his match with Pete is next. He warmed up a bit and adjusted his gear trying to get his head in the game until Pete passed us. Apparently, Pete said something under his breath that I didn't hear but Mark did. He got pissed at whatever he said and attempted to start a fight again, but lucky enough I stopped him from doing so.

"Don't, he's not worth it right now," I told him, holding his body back.

He huffed in frustration, "But he-"

"Save it for the ring," I said cutting him up.

Pete's entrance theme started playing signaling that Mark was on next, I kissed his cheek and told him to break a leg as he jogged up the stairs. Mark's entrance theme played next, he ran out and didn't even do this usual arm wave... he's pissed and beyond saving. Good luck Pete Dunne.

--

"Shooting Star Press from Andrews, he goes for the cover.. and he got him," Cole said into his headset.

The bell rang and Mark's song started again, but he wasn't gonna be leaving the ring soon. I don't blame him after everything Pete's done so far to him, I wouldn't let go either. The referee was telling Mark to leave the ring and tell him that it's over, but he wanted to make sure Pete wasn't moving. After the referee was able to get Mark to leave, he just walked up the ramp as if nothing happened, even though Pete is still in the ring knocked out.

Mark whipped the curtain out of his way with a smirk plastered on his face. I clapped in amusement and followed him down the stairs to chill with everyone else. Once we passed the set up for interviews, Charlie Carosso stopped Mark for a quick interview. The cameraman gave a quick countdown and we went live in New York.

"Mark, how does it feel to pick up a victory over Pete Dunne just two weeks before your match with him at Hell in a Cell," Carosso asked.

He still had his cocky smirk on, "It feels damn good! It feels damn good to put that 'Bruiserweight' in his place before I do it again. He can mock me or whatever he does, but it won't affect me because, at the end of the day, I'm just that great."

Once the mic was dropped, he walked away with his head held high leaving Charlie speechless. I smiled at her then jogged to Mark catching up with him, "Okay, that was awesome."

He nodded, "Thank you."

"You being all hot and bothered is both extremely sexy and scary at the same time. Why don't you go clean yourself up then we can head back to the hotel and I'll make sure to make you feel... extra relaxed," I said with a slight pitch in my voice.

He stopped dead in his tracks with a smirk, "Ooh, I love it when you talk hints."

I giggled and pushed him forward, "Go get cleaned up, Planes."

He turned back around and saluted me, "Yes ma'am!"