(1st Person POV. Character: Gracie)
(⚠️TW: Mentions of violence, raping, and abortion. Do not read if these are sensitive subjects for you.⚠️)
It was now 9:10 and I had 20 minutes before my match with Gunther. I was now not only fueled with energy, but anger as well. I knew Maria had recorded that video and posted it. She managed the surveillance cameras and footage.
And she had this weird hate for me. Just because I wasn't some basic slut she wanted to hang out with. I didn't dress in booty shorts and crop tops, I dressed in baggy shirts, sweatshirts, baggy jeans, or sweatpants. I enjoyed being comfortable. And just because I could wear revealing clothes, didn't mean I wanted to.
I didn't wear revealing clothing because of what happened to my mother. You see, my mother used to be a model when she was in her prime age. From 23 to 42 years old she modeled for a bunch of different companies. Swimsuits, bra's, underwear, dresses, and even short-shorts and crop tops when they started becoming a thing.
But what no one except family (and Drew and Sheamus) knew was that I wasn't supposed to happen. Of course, my mother loved me more than anything in the world. And she had told me over and over again that she never regretted not getting the abortion when she was given the chance.
My mother was 25 when she got pregnant with me. Meaning that she was 54 now. My father, however, was 30 when my mother got pregnant. And that was because he raped her. My dad didn't stay, so naturally, I grew up without a father. But I still had many father figures. My uncle stepped up and took care of me when my mother was at work. And that's how me and Trevor were so close.
But we didn't live in the same school district. So we went to separate schools, meaning he couldn't protect me. My mother was is a very attractive woman, even at her current age. That being said, I got a lot of her good looks. I also was a lot more bustier than the other girls, making me twice the boy magnet.
And that's how I met Andrew. I was in 1st grade, he was in 4th. He was new to America at the time so he was set back a few grades to learn things he hadn't in his home country.
I was being pushed around by a few 5th graders one day. Andrew saw me, and came over to help. He scared off the 5th graders easily, and helped me pick up my things.
From that day on, he protected me from everyone that wanted to hurt me. Stephen didn't come into the picture until middle school. Where Trevor could finally protect me as well because elementary schools join when going into middle school.
The day I met Stephen, Andrew was out sick with the flu. And Trevor and I only had 1st period, 3rd period, and lunch together. I was in the middle of transitioning from 4th to 5th period when-
"Gracie!" My head turned to a staff member. "You're on in 5 minutes!" I was back to reality now, I had gotten so lost in my thoughts that I had lost track of the time. I quickly suited up in one of my favorite outfits but it was certainly not my top favorite.
The outfit I now had on was Royal Blue, to rival Gunther's red theme. It had a few gold streaks on the collar and waist for decoration, and was completely appropriate for having a match with a man. It had no sleeves, but it did have pants.
The only thing I was worried about now was having to see Ludvig after what happened yesterday. 💭And Gunther's bootleg sharpshooter. 💭 Yeah, that too. The sharpshooter was probably my biggest weakness, because I replied on my legs a lot. My legs were the strongest part of my body, and my strongest moves involved some sort of kick. Except for my finishing stunner.
It was cheap to a lot of people, and I could only use it in no disqualification matches, but it got the job done. What I'd do in a situation I needed to use it is, kick off of a rope, jump towards my opponent, swing around their neck, onto their back, and jab my knees into either side of their spine.
It triggered four nerves and was guaranteed a knock-out. I finished pulling my hair up into a ponytail when Gunther's music went off. I touched up my makeup a little, and put some waterproof mascara on, before heading to the curtain. Drew, Sheamus, and Ricochet were there waiting for me.
Just as Gunther's intro music stopped, each of them told me good luck. I sure was going to need it going up against the 'RiNg GeNeRaL'. Because, even though a lot of people hated him, he was still a good wrestler. There was no denying that no matter what your beef was with him.
I let out a deep breath and let my energy come back through.
💭One...💭
My intro music hit and I waited for my cue to hit.
💭Two...💭
Once it did I smiled at the three men before running through the curtain. And it almost felt like everyone had been waiting for me for the whole week. I got a thunderous round of cheers, claps, and signs waving around for me.
I smiled as I did my signature spin into a front flip. Once I landed into a crouch, sparks went off around me. Everything behind me was lively colors due to my background. I stood back up and ran to the ring. I jumped onto the bottom rope, hopping up the the top rope, and balancing there as I held my peace sign up high.
Jumping off of the rope, and onto the wrestling mat, I saw that Gunther was glaring daggers. But I smiled at him, letting him know that I was not phased at his attempt to intimidate me.
My music went off as the bell rang three times. The match had begun. Gunther wasted no time heading straight for me. That slap I gave him yesterday really set him off. He went in for a simple punch, and I ducked under his arm. Running behind him, I kicked him in the back of his knee.
He stumbled forward, but quickly recovered to face me again. It would take a lot to tire this guy out. I could see it now... I might as well get started on the simple ways to do so. I ran to the rope behind me, him rushing towards me. I jumped up, and used both legs to power him backwards.
💭Three...💭
I had the upper hand right now. But if I took a wrong step, I knew that would change quickly. He recovered from my second move as well. This continued for a minute or two. He went in for a move, I dodged, then attacked. I was saving my killer energy just in case he managed to seriously piss me off.
Then he finally landed a hard slap to my collar. I was lucky that he wasn't allowed to hit me any lower. Because that friends, is a ✨law suit✨. My stomach was fair game though. I probably should have skipped out on eating dinner before my match...
Anyways, I flipped backwards and landed hard on my back. Rolling over onto my stomach to mellow out the shock force. He grabbed my legs, attempting a sharpshooter, but I kicked him in the stomach, before scrambling to my feet.
💭Four.💭
It was at that moment when I caught a glimpse of Ludvig standing in the corner. He wasn't cheering Gunther on like he usually was. He was quiet, serious, and watching the match intensely. He seemed out of it, but then I remembered what Fabian said.
"He's had a few drinks." Were the exact words I recalled. Well damn, if that man was drunk, he sure was good at hiding it. I turned my attention back to Gunther, giving him a swift right hand to his face. The announcers we're going crazy over it. Pat McAfee, especially.
💭Five.💭
I spun around to kick him in the stomach again, but he grabbed my leg and slammed it over his knee. A wave of pain instantly shot through my right side. Fuck. He got my kicking leg.
I stumbled to a corner, thinking of what to do next. My leg was hurt, but definitely not useless. I could probably get him to try hurting my leg again, and then pulling a suplex on him. If I won this match, I was going to rub that championship belt in his face at SummerSlam.
💭Six.💭
I ran back towards him, as expected, he tried to kick my leg out from under me. I dodged, ducked behind him, wrapped my arms around his midsection and...!
A loud fall was heard throughout the entire arena. I had successfully pulled the suplex on Gunther, but my leg gave out once I dropped him. But I was thankful because that leg slowly became numb. So even if it was still in writhing pain, I couldn't feel it.
💭Seven...!💭
I used my other leg to kick him back to the center of the ring, going in for a pin. But he kicked out at two. This was frustrating, but I didn't waste any time complaining about it, and went right back to beating the shit out him.
As soon as he got up, I jumped on his back and gave him a few elbows to his head. He grabbed my arm and threw me off, but I landed back on my feet. I glanced back at Ludvig. He was staring directly at me. I was going to apologize to him for yesterday after this match. And I-
💭Eight!💭
I turned my attention back to Gunther a little too late. He had already landed a double dropkick to my stomach, which made me fly back into the corner. Each of the turnbuckles hitting my back, making my ears ring. Gunther used his elbow to ram my stomach back between the ropes. Before pulling me out and throwing me to the opposite side to do the same thing.
After the third time he'd done that, he threw me into the center of the ring, and finally pulled his sharpshooter. I actually think I may have bitten my hand to keep myself from unconsciously tapping out. It was painful, but he wasn't doing it the correct way.
💭It could hurt worse.💭 My consciousness told me. And it was absolutely right. The time Natalya pulled me into her sharpshooter she crossed my legs, and I didn't tap out but it hurt like hell. Gunther hadn't crossed my legs, meaning I could easily escape.
Doing an aggressive pushup from the mat, I slid my legs out of his grasp, and forced them behind him. My legs pushed forward swiftly, powering him forwards. Sticking him between the top and bottom rope. I slammed my fist into the mat. This fight was ending with me. One way or another...
💭Nine!💭
I rushed towards him, finally letting my rage energy out. I pulled him back to the center of the ring, and jumped on his legs. I rushed to the corner, heading up to the top rope. Flipping forward, I landed a perfect 360 splash. I went in for the pin, he kicked out at two and a half.
I forced him onto his feet to stand up by gripping the back of his neck, punching him in the jaw a few times. He kicked me in my injured leg, but I didn't fall. I was to overcome by anger for both him and Maria to be able to feel the pain that was slowly coming back to me. Adrenaline. And boy did it feel nice.
He grabbed my legs, lifting me up into his finisher move, but just as he tried to throw me down, I jumped out of his grip. Landing gracefully on the top rope behind him. The whole arena was in shock that I avoided such a devastating move, but they were also glad that I wasn't showing any signs of losing to this colossal asshole.
I jumped back at him just as he turned around to face me. My hand landing around his throat.
💭Ten.💭
I lifted Gunther into the air, and slammed him down into the mat below us. The whole ring shook, threatening to collapse. I made the pin as I looked Ludvig dead in the eyes.
"ONE, TWO, THREE!!!" The crowd counted with the referee. The bell rang, and the match was over. The arena erupted into cheering and applause. I stood to my feet, breathing heavily. The referee held my arm in the air, signaling that I had won. I smiled proudly, knowing what this moment meant for me.
I pointed at Gunther, who was laying in defeat as Ludvig rushed into the ring to check on him. The ref let go of my arm.
"I'll see your ass at SummerSlam, bitch." I promised once more.
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Hi y'all! I know this chapter came out early today. I started it literally right after I published yesterday's chapter, so... I only had a little bit of writing left. I hope you enjoyed this upload, and I'll see ya next time! Bye gems! 💎💝
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