Golden Hug (Bayley x Male OC) (DS2)

Chapter 9

-Malachi's POV-

It was finally Monday. While it didn't seem important to anyone else, I was about ready to lose my mind. After all, tonight would be the night that I finally proved I knew how to wrestle. Midas hadn't just gotten lucky the week before... he'd earned the IC Championship.

"You could stand to chill out," Seth suggested. We were watching Sami run his yap about how he was cheated out of his title and how management was against him... blah blah blah. At least one of the gingers knew how to shut their mouth.

Finally, my theme hit. I snatched my title up and burst through the curtain into the excited arena. The crowd roared in approval as I made my way down to the ring mocking Sami's old entrance. As I'd expected, Zayn was fuming. That was fine; I didn't need him to be happy to be able to whoop him. I motioned for him to hand me his microphone. Though he looked unhappy about it, Sami handed it over.

"Tell you what: Since you're so concerned about everyone being against you, I'm gonna make this an Unsanctioned Falls Count Anywhere Match. No one can tell you what to do or where to go," I announced, earning an even bigger reaction from the crowd. It sounded like we had 100% approval for this, then.

The bell rang, and Sami immediately came after me. I walked forward to meet him, catching him with the same headbutt that Drew McIntyre does. Sami fell backwards onto his butt, dazed. I probably could have hit him with the Inverted Stunner as soon as he got up, but that would have ended the match. After adding the stipulation that I did, a normal pinfall in the ring would be hot garbage.

As quick as he'd fallen, Zayn was back to his feet and retreating, climbing out of the ring. I couldn't give him too long apart from me, or he'd scheme up something to take me out. Better to keep him focused on not slipping up and getting tapped out than let him crush me with the stairs or something.

A suicide dive fixed my problems, laying him out near the barrier. Now that I had control of the match, it was time to take advantage of the stipulation. See, I'd trained all over the world in various street-fight environments. It was outside the ring area that I excelled.

As Sami got up, I drop kicked him into the corner section of the barrier. Before he had the time to regain his wits, I'd broken through by spearing him. We were laid out on the detached pieces of the divider, and Shinsuke Nakamura came out to help. 

He lit me up with a barrage of kicks and punches, but I was able to push him away. None of my regular moves were going to be good enough to put him away for good, and we both knew that. When he attacked again, I pulled a play from his book.

Nakamura doubled over in pain after suffering a low blow from yours truly. I kneed him in the face, and he fell. That allowed me to turn my attention back to Sami, who was back up and ready for me. The warm embrace of a steel chair greeted me right in the chest, and I can't say that I was still standing afterwards.

He tried for a pin, but I obviously kicked out before one. Did Sami honestly expect to put me away with his first offensive maneuver? Please, give me a little credit here!

I ducked another swing of the chair and kicked it out of his hand, leaving him weaponless. We started brawling, and I ended up overpowering him. Big shocker. To my surprise, he continued to fight back, driving me back all the way to the way to the back of the ground seating area. It was there that the real fight began. 

The next few minutes were a blur consisting of the two of us breaking everything in our path on our way out into the concessions area. Three camera guys followed us so that everyone could still see what was going on. Sami tried to throw me over the concessions counter, but I reversed it and smacked him in the face with a fresh order of nachos. He fell to his knees, as the hot cheese burned him. I hit him over the head with a napkin holder before getting him back up and sending him further down the hallway.

We were by the merchandise corner now, and the line of people parted to let us through. Sami had gotten the cheese out of his eyes, but his beard could not say the same thing.

"Buy my merch!" I yelled, tossing a purple shirt at him. As he peeled it off to look at it, I realized that it was a Bayley shirt. I froze, paralyzed by the terrible irony. Out of all the shirts to grab, it was that one?

Sami took advantage of the situation and pounced, knocking me to the ground. He grabbed a gold NXT chain that was for sale and wrapped it around his knuckles. I, of course, didn't know any of this until I got punched in the face by Sami's makeshift knuckle duster.

I dropped like a rock and became prey to a follow up onslaught that drew blood after only a couple hits. Finally, he came off me long enough to unwrap his hand. It didn't mean much for me; I was nearly unconscious.

"Stay down!" he shouted, hooking my leg to pin me. I somehow kicked out at two, leaving Zayn both furious and confused. With a yell of fury, he stomped on my head and left me wondering who turned the lights out.

I don't know how I did it, but I got back up. We brawled again, and this time we ended up across the street from the arena in a nearly-full parking lot. It was becoming clearer and clearer that I also needed to try something new if I wanted to beat Sami.

A plan formulated in my head as he tried to lock in a sleeper hold on me, which I reversed. Suddenly, I was behind him. See, he expected that, and had wheeled around as soon as I touched him. I fell to my knee to duck his punch and drove my shoulder upwards into his gut. He doubled over in pain, giving me enough time to back up.

The moment he straightened out, I hit him with my newest move: the Shine Shot (Beauty Shot). Zayn hit the pavement hard, and I did not hesitate to cover him. The referee counted... 1! 2! 3!!! 

My first title reign was a success! One of the camera guys had brought the belt with him, and he handed the referee the belt, who handed me the belt as he raised my hand for the cameras to see. The cameras stopped rolling shortly thereafter.

"Lend a hand?" Sami groaned, and I happily offered mine. He got to his feet and took a deep breath, leaning on the front of a car. He said, "You know, I don't have many matches anymore that make me feel like I still have stuff to learn. You've got a lot of potential."

"Thanks, man. I should probably go get stitched up now, eh?" I replied, grinning. We all began to slowly make our way back into the arena, trying to avoid contact with civilians. It's not that we didn't want to interact with our fans, it's just that we were tired and ready to head back to our hotels and whatnot.

"Looks like it. I, on the other hand, am going back for that chain. I want to start using it during matches when the ref's distracted."