Wrestling With Love

Chapter Twenty Six ;; The Truth Hurts

*Third person point of view*

A very hopeless, defeated Bexley remained in the ring as she watched Sammy, Hager, and her dad walk closer to not just the ring, but The Lucha Brothers. Penta and Fenix would eventually drop their championships to their side and turn around to see the men approaching them. With all five of them face to face on the ramp now, It didn't take long for a stare down to begin between them.

It didn't seem like any words were being shared yet as Hager pushed between the two brothers and made his way over to the side of the ring to check on Santana. Bexley grew concerned in the ring as Sammy faced off with Penta and her dad faced off with Fenix. She could feel the energy they were giving to each other and it wasn't good.

She gave a recovering Ortiz a couple comforting pats on the back as she got up, off her knees and approached the front of the ring. She leaned against the ropes and quickly noticed Sammy had something in his hands. "What is that? That can't be the shirt Penta gave me. He wouldn't." She thought to herself as she kept her eyes locked on the four men facing off.

Soon she wouldn't have to wonder about it as Sammy held it up for not only Penta to see, but everyone watching. It was Bexley's Lucha Brother's shirt.

"You can have this back!" Sammy rudely offered as he threw the shirt at Penta. The shirt would land slightly covering his masked face, but mostly on his shoulder. As soon as Bexley witnessed this, she scurried out of the ring and ran in front of Penta, who seemed like he was going to hurt Sammy.

"No!" Bexley screamed as she put both her hands on Penta's chest. This would cause Penta to stop pushing forwards towards Sammy as he looked down at Bexley, brushing the shirt of his face and letting it fall to his shoulder.

"Bexley, what are you doing?" Sammy questioned, slightly shouting.

The girl turned around, so that she was facing her friend that was currently questioning her, but still kept herself against Penta. She caught a glimpse of Sammy's eyes, the eyes that every time she looked into, the only thing she could ever think about was kissing his lips. Unable to tell the truth right then and there, Bexley felt herself being pulled from in between Sammy and Penta. It was Jericho and he was now holding onto his daughter, trying to keep her out of danger. He didn't want her falling victim to anymore accidental hits or pushes, like the one she suffered from Santana.

Bexley tried to fight her dad's hold on her as things seemed to become more hostile between Penta and Sammy.

"You hurt, Bexley." Penta claimed as he roughly poked at Sammy's chest.

Sammy didn't appreciate Penta's claims or chest poking as he slapped his hand away from him and responded, "Hurt Bexley? What are you talking about?"

Before Penta answered him, Sammy looked over at Bexley who was still trying to free herself from Jericho's grasp and repeated the same question to her, but only louder. "What is he talking about?!"

"Guys please, let's not have this conversation here." Bexley begged them.

"Really? THE PARTY." Penta wasted no more time replying as he pushed Sammy backwards a bit.

Sammy would immediately respond with a push of his own to Penta, which also sent Penta backwards a bit.

"No! Please don't fight!" Bexley screamed as the two men continued to push and shove at one another.