The Method of Madness (Third book in the How To Love a Lunatic series)

Getting Creative

Bekka's POV

        I entered the ring after my entrance and waited for Michelle McCool to make her way down for our ladder match. If she wins, she gets my title but if I win, she goes back into retirement. 

        I stood at the top of the ladder, staggering to get the belt. I held onto it as Michelle knocked the ladder out from under me. I was dangling. I saw her climb the turnbuckle to try and pull me down, but before she could jump, I swung my feet and wrapped my legs around her neck. I then leaped into a airborne hurricanrana and still retained the title. I clutched it to my chest as Michelle screamed over her defeat. I limped to get a microphone,

        "Can't say I didn't tell you so, Michelle. I retain my title and you return to retirement. Have a safe flight back!" I then dropped the mic, let out a maniacal cackle, and stumbled backstage.

        Tonight is when I make my return to the Shield. I watch the monitor and wait for my cue. 

        "Roman Reigns, you will never hold the World Heavyweight title if I have anything to do with it!" Hunter yelled with Stephanie on his arm. Since Daniel has been out, the championship has been up for grabs and the WWE universe voted Roman as the #1 contender. The crowd began chanting "Roman Reigns",

        "Don't you hear them, Trips? They want to see that belt on my waist!" Roman spoke. "But of course, every guy has a secret weapon. If you won't give me what I deserve, I might just have to bring her into the equation." He then gestured to the entrance and my music started. I walked out and stood next to the guys. Steph took Hunter's mic and began to speak,

        "I have never been more disappointed in my career, Bekka. I thought you had came to your senses when you left the Shield. I thought you had changed for the better, but it looks like you had to disappoint us again!" I reached over and grabbed the mic from her hand and smiled sadistically,

        "After all this time- all these years- you and I have history. I know what you think of me. You think I'm just a doll. A doll that's pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like. You're wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time. I am dangerous and I will show you just how dark I can be." My sadist smile turned into a smug scowl after I spat 'You're wrong'. I saw pure fear in Stephanie's eyes as I stared her down.

        Hunter grabbed a mic from Randy and chuckled,        

        "Alright, let's see how dangerous you really are. You will face Stephanie next Monday for the Women's championship. If you lose, your title is Steph's, but if you win, you get to keep that belt and Roman gets the World Heavyweight championship!" He suggested. The crowd roared and I shrugged, 

        "You're on. But I must warn you, I'm a very sick woman. You step into this ring with me and you will end up like every other person that has: hurt or retired." I let out a creepy cackle, mimicking the one from earlier and quickly stopped it to flash a devilish grin.