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

Apply Cold Water to the Burned Area

Bekka's POV

        I got the three-count on Stephanie with Roman at ringside. I grabbed my belt and handed him his. We held ours titles up for the world to see and went backstage. Not only did I keep my title, but I earned one for a good friend.

        I walk into the performance center to meet up with Ryder, Angel, Brie, Nikki, and Daniel. They all immediately look at me like I was a foreign creature,

        "What happened to your lip? I know that didn't happen the other night during your match!" Daniel questioned, clearly concerned. I knew what it was from, but I shrugged and licked the swollen piece of skin,

        "I don't know..." Ryder then grabbed me by the wrist and examined my leg that was exposed by shorts,

        "What are these purple marks?" She interrogated. They all became concerned and started asking questions.

        "Who did this to you?" Angel asked, looking like she was about to kill a bitch. I stayed silent, knowing the embarrassment to come if I told.

        "Were these from Dean?" Brie and Daniel said in unison. I kissed my teeth,        

        "Maybe..." I answered. Daniel's face turned red. You could almost see smoke come out of his ears,

        "He's a deadman. Nobody lays a finger on my baby sister and gets away with it." He exclaimed. I had never seen him so angry. I  looked to the other four and saw that they were all ready to pounce on the man responsible. 

        "Please tell me that you aren't being abused." Nikki demanded. I then decided to give a straight answer,

        "If have a crazy night with you're hubby is abuse then Dean needs to be in prison." I laughed. Daniel pretended to gag and left the room.

        "So you have bruises because you two are kinky?" Ry giggled. I looked at my feet as the girls chuckled. I look up and see Daniel walk in with his ear covered,

        "Are you done walking about this? I really don't need to hear about my sister's awkward fetishes" he spoke. I got defensive,

        "I do not have fetishes!" I laughed.

        "Oh, so you're blaming Dean for the fact that you like to get hit, Mrs. Lunatic Fringe?" Brie joked.

        "Alright, let's just leave this topic and do what we came here to do!" I said. I walked to the practice ring and heard them whispering behind me,

        "She's walking kind of with a limp" Angel pointed out. 

        "I heard you!" I yelled without looking back.

        Tonight, I was in a 6-diva tag with Ryder and Angel against Aksana, Eva, and Aj. The three of us have wide-spread hatred for the three opponents. We all check our gear and wait. Our music boomed around the arena and we made our way out. After the other three were in the ring, Ryder and Aj went first. The thing about these two is that they have quite the history. From Aj taking CM Punk from Ryder to Aj stealing the Diva's title from Ryder three years ago, only for Ry to get it back from Paige, of course.

        Then there's the feud with Aksana and I. Ever since she came to the WWE, we have never gotten along. Starting with the fact that she is constantly getting on my nerves. She could cough and I would want to kick her in the throat. But of the heated rivalries, Angel and Eva's is the more recent. It all started when Mark set them to team together as a one-time thing and Eva lost the match for the both of them. But it officially started then all Angel had to do to get a win on Eva was axe-kick and put her in an anaconda vice.

        Angel was in the ring with Eva now and it looked like a pinfall was about to go down. I saw Aksana try and enter the ring to break it, but she was stopped by a hard clothesline that nearly knocked her head clean off her neck while Ryder stopped Aj by sending a viscous superman punch her way.

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        Instead of our music, Corey's music played. I folded my arms as he spoke,

        "There's an elephant in the room!" He sang as he walked down the ramp. I shrugged and mouthed "I don't know what you're talking about". He continued. "What's with the busted lip and bruises, Beks?" I grab a mic and reply,

        "Corey, in case you've been somewhere else, I'm a wrestler. I get bumps and bruises all the time." Corey wasn't buying it.

        "I know for damn sure those weren't from this match because you had those long before you walked out. Where did they come from?" He interrogated. 

        "I don't think that that's any of your business, Graves!" I respond. Corey approached me more,

        "I'm concerned, Bekka! Give me the honest truth. Is Dean abusing you? Does he hit you, Beks?" His eyes went soft but his sympathy pissed me off even more,

        "Maybe I like getting hit! Maybe I like getting battered up a little! But once again, that isn't any of your damn business!"

        

        "No woman deserves to be abused! Why do you let him do that?" Corey questioned. I began to laugh,

        "Wait, you think he abuses me? I never said that he abused me!" 

        "Then what do you call him hitting you, huh?" He asked. I quickly replied,

        "A good time!" Corey's face fills with confusion,

        "What's that supposed to mean?" I begin to chuckle more,

        "The only time that Dean has ever laid a hand on me was in the bedroom. You know, the place where you wish you could be." I look over to see Ryder and Angel laughing their asses off. I drop my mic and go to exit the ring. I lock arms with my teammates and we strut backstage.