CHAPTER ELEVEN |

( torn, weak, talentless, woman . )

This is my last chance. My last chance to reclaim the championship that was taken out of my grasp not too long ago. My stomach was bouncing with butterflies. Everywhere I went, I was hot. The atmosphere on paperviews are a lot different from house shows or live shows. Edginess everywhere you step. If you're on the card for a certain paper view you should feel overjoyed, but you should also take all the risks you can. Its a matter of time till you're not on the next paperview.

Luckily for me, I have been on every single paper view since I have debut onto the main roster. Although I am undefeated in every one of those paperviews, tonight is different. I have two great forces against me. (Three if you count Chris, but he is irrelevant.)

I snap out of my thoughts by the most annoying sound in the universe; Sasha Bank's laugh. I spot her, Chris, and him walking down the hallway together. My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Why is him talking to them? There's probably a trick up his sleave. There is always a trick up his sleave. He has that glint of mischief in his brown eyes.

"Gonna bring back number nineteen?" Roman asks running over to me.

I sigh and shrug my shoulders. "Hopefully." He stands in front of the bench that I am sitting on and places his hands on either side of my thighs.

"You don't seem as confident as you usually are."

I slump my head against the plain white wall. "Beacuse I'm not."

He frowns. He has his eyebrows scrunch up together. With out thinking, I place my two fingers on his eyebrows and smooth them out. He stares at me holding his breath. "You're going to get wrinkles if you keep doing that, plus you look like a angry teddy bear."

"Ugh don't call me that! I'm suppose to be mean and fearful."

"I said angry teddy bear though."

"Scoot, make room for me." He orders me.

"I don't want to be seen with you." Roman stares at me with his mouth wide open, making me laugh. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." I say with a smile. I scoot over and pat the space next to me. "Take a seat sir."

He rolls his eyes and falls next to me. I yawn and place my head on his chest and place my feet on his lap. "How much sleep did you get last night?" He asks.

"Um probably about three hours. I dunno, I'm too tired to count."

"What was keeping you up?" He asks while throwing a arm around my shoulder.

"My match." I say truthfully.

"Char you got this."

"I know I do....its just I'm worried about any distractions."

"As in a distractions, you mean you're dad?"

"Well yes but I don't know. Something just seems fishy with Sasha Banks."

He runs his other hand through his jet black hair. "Tell me about it."

We sit like that for a couple of more minutes until the intercom calls for me to the gorilla. I get up and smooth out my straighten blonde locks.
Roman surprises me by pulling me into a hug. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his toned waist. He runs his hand through my hair. "Go put on a show out there."

"You know I will." I say over my shoulder. I walk towards the gorilla to find Sasha surprisedly by herself.

"Charlotte you're on." One of the tech guy tells me. I nod my head and walk to the curtain.

"Hey Charlotte!" I turn my head to find it was Sasha who called my name. "Good luck, you're gonna need it. You'll be lucky to walk out of here with just a broken arm."

I roll my yes not feeling like talking to her, besides I do all my talking in the ring. Instead of saying anything, I stick out my middle finger.

My music plays and I walk out to a crowd full of people. I see signs of me through out the crowd. Huh funny how people started liking me after I parted from Ric. I ignore everyone and just look straight forward, trying to get into my game face.
I lean on the ropes waiting for the woman who stole something very important from me.

Sasha's music plays and instead of the crowd erupting in cheers, the erupt in boos. Sasha starts arguing with some of the fans and keep that bitchy smirk on her face, but deep down inside, she hates how everyone boos her. She wants to be the hero of this story but sadly that isn't going to happen.

She enters the ring and starts mimicking my woohos. I roll my eyes and block her out. I can't let anything get to me.

The bell rings and we go after each other. We immediately start giving each other blows to the head. The crowd roars behind us but I can't really hear nothing after she slaps me right in my ear.

I stumble a little bit and duck under her arm and pulling her into a roll up pin to try to tired her out. Of course she kicked out before the count can begin.

We exchange a couple of moves. Wrestling is all about trying to keep you're opponent safe, but right now Sasha and I are trying to get each other injury.

I grunt as I shove a high knee into her gut, making her fall over. I stomp on her back trying to get her weak. Somehow Sasha rolls out of the ring. I follow her out, which was a bad choice because I get hit by a huge uppercuts, knocking me off my feet.

"Go ahead and cry Charlotte! You pathetic piece of trash!"

Oh god, here we go again.

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I pull up Sasha onto my shoulders. Don't look down, don't look down I think to myself. I don't how this will turn out but it won't be good for none of us. I gently place my feet ontop of the turnbuckle. Just as I was about to slam Sasha, she counters and is about to do a head scissors, but luckily for me, I counter that.

I hear her whimpers of pain with my own. As always I am trying my hardest. I am bring out all the stops but nothing has been able to stop Sasha.

I get up on my feet while holding my neck. I need to take advantage of the fragile boss and end it right here. I grab her foot but just as I was going to lock her in my submission move, my music hits.

I look towards the ramp. A short figure walks out looking exactly like me.

It took me a moment to realize it was Chris Jericho who was walking out with a rope just like mine, a ring gear just like mine, and a blonde wing. My eyes widen. Did Sasha and Chris step this low to make me lose this match? I didn't have enough time to answer that question because Sasha takes advantage of me getting distracted and puts me into the banks statement.

I scream in agony, my neck was on fire. I refuse to tap. I cannot lose this match. This might be my last chance.

Air was becoming thinner, I tried so desperately to reach the bottom ropes but Chris would pull them away from me. I knew I could risk an injury if I stayed in this submission. Sasha held no signs of letting go.
I softly tapped the mat, just enough to let the ref know, I gave up.

I ignore Sasha's taunts and her music blasting out of the arena. I lost. That was final. I was crushed.

I lay there holding my neck, while the ref asks me if I'm alright; I didn't bother to answer him. My answer was I wasn't fine.

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When I got backstage, Ric walked up to me. I glared at him. He had a part of my lost tonight. I had lost my streak but I didn't care, I didn't have the woman's championship in my arms.

"I need to have a word with you Charlotte." Ric says. I nod and follow him around the corner where no one was in view.
"Do to you're performance tonight and somewhat of an injury, you are taking the next month and a half off."

My eyes pop out o my head. My face burns with fury. "What do you mean I'm taking the month and a half off? I do not have an injury. I am perfectly fine! My performance was splendid! I was great. You had a part in my lost tonight. You sent Chris out there tonight to distract me!"

A small smirk appear on Ric's face. "And why would I do that?" He was like a snake wrapping itself around me.

"You didn't want me to win tonight. You're still mad at me for telling you the truth!" I was about to walk away but Ric grabbed my wrist harshly holding me back.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that! I am you're boss, I can fire you in a heart beat. So what if I sent Chris out there to distract you, its not like you're worthy of holding a title." I stare at him with eyes open. He shoves me harshly back. "Now get out of my face you torn, weak, talentless, woman."

I don't say anything. I don't even know what to say. I just walk away calmly with tears in my eyes.

The devil won tonight, he beat me till I had every single bit of confidence taken out of me.