Sanctuary

Chapter One - Champion.

Champion noun

1. a person who has defeated or surpassed all rivals in a competition, especially in sports.

{Three weeks prior}

Summerslam - Los Angeles.

I had flown over the barricade three different times. Gotten thrown over the announce table. Got tossed into a steel pole. And was currently locked in my second sharpshooter.

My feet were touching the top of my head as Natalya continued to lean back further. The crowd was cheering her on with the very little voices they still had. My hand was hovering above the mat while I simultaneously screamed for my life.

I made a desperate last attempt to get to the ropes. Using my upper body strength to push up and crawl, lugging her with me. It was damn near impossible but with every tug, that white rope almost appeared golden.

In the middle of my dying journey, Natalya put on more pressure - if that was even possible - causing me to collapse down. "Ah!" I screamed in pain.

"Blake," The referee knelt down beside me. "Do you-"

"No!" I cut him off. "No I don't!" Hearing the words give up would've motivated me to say them. And well that simply was not an option. I'd be damned if I handed some reality 'star' my championship.

I looked at it sitting at the timeskeeper area, glimmering from the spotlights above. That was all of the pay off for my hardwork. My entire life. One day away from being a year long reign. I had to keep it.

I had to.

Groaning, I pushed myself up again, making a dive for the ropes and actually grabbing onto the lower one.

"Break the hold, Nattie!" The referee told her, much to the dismay of the entire crowd. In an instant, my legs were dropped and my body limply went back to it's original position.

Clenching my teeth and muttering angrily to myself, I used the ropes for an aide to stand. My hair had pooled in front of my face but in the corner of my eye I could see Natalya's happy smile.

"Not such a big bad wolf now are we?" She teased.

I laughed, despite the metal like taste of blood in my mouth, and managed to take a limp step forward.

Once I was face to face with her, I used my last bit of strength to slap the everlasting hell out of her. I didn't even have a chance to blink before she tackled me to the ground.

Working my foot between us, I kicked her off of me to create distance. Then I scrambled up and gave her a kick to the side of the head. Stumbling back, she leaned in the corner checking her mouth for blood. Taking full advantage, I ran over.

Jumping up with a knee to the chin before grabbing her head for the bulldog. However, when I did the dash and went for the jump, she shoved me off. And when I turned around, I got hit with a clothesline that nearly knocked the wind out of me.

She dropped down immediately for the cover while I felt myself zoning out. That is until the ring began to shake with the referee counting.

"1! 2!"

I used my last bit of strength to put my foot on the rope - which calls for the pin to break. So you can only imagine the look on my face when I heard,

"3!" Followed by the bell ringing.

Natalya's music began to play through the arena. "Here is your winner and new WWE Diva's Champion," The announcer said causing my head to jerk up. "Naaaataaaallllllyaaaaa!"