Love Conquers All

Demitra and I were sent to the women’s locker room. Demitra was okay, she just needed to rest and keep an ice pack on her head. As she made herself comfortable on the couch, I was watching the show and at the same time pace back and forth as time seemed to be getting closer for my appearance. Demitra looked at me and I could tell she was getting annoyed. “Emika would you please sit down?!? You’re making me dizzy and your heels really aren’t helping either! Geez I never knew how loud those things were until now.”

“Okay fine. Sorry.” I sat down by her feet on the couch. “So, do you mind telling me just exactly what happened? Why did that French girl attack you like that?”

Demitra closed her eyes and sighed. “Her name is Maryse, and she attacked me because I tried to say hi to The Miz. Well I guess the way I said it made her jealous so she slapped me and I attacked her. She then winded up grabbing my hair and slammed me against the wall, and then hit me on the back of my head with one of those heavy make-up boxes. And then that was probably when you guys showed up because I blacked out after that.”

“Demitra, how could this happen? I sent you out to do one thing and then all of this happened.”

“I couldn’t resist okay! Look, can we just talk about this when we get home? I don’t feel like arguing right now.”

“Yeah, we can talk about this while we pack.” Demitra then sits up and looks at me wide eyed.

“What do you mean ‘while we pack’? What’s going on?!?”

I forgot I didn’t tell her yet that I signed the contract for both of us. I guess now was the time. “Yeah…I signed a contract while I was with Hunter. I am officially back in the WWE. He wants you to sign one too.”

She smiled widely at me. “Oh my god! No way! That’s amazing! Now I can’t wait to get my hands on that tramp!” Demitra’s fists tightened in excitement. Demitra was always a fighter and I know she will make this comeback and new beginning that much more exciting.

We then hear a knock at the door and without thinking, I said come in. Luckily it was Phil, and in his hand was a fresh ice pack. He looked at me and smiled, then placed a light kiss on my cheek. He then looked at Demitra and handed her the fresh ice pack, gently taking away the used one.

“Hey Demitra, I heard about what happened. Are you alright?”

“Yes Phil. I’m alright. But believe me, by next week, Maryse won’t be.” She smirked at the idea of the feud already starting before she even got signed to even be on the show.

Phil looked at her, and then back at me, more confused than ever. “What do you mean next week?”

“I’m going to be kicking her ass next week once my head heals. I’m going to catch her by surprise, just like how Emika is going to catch her by surprise later on tonight.”

Phil then looked at me again. “Okay, I’m confused. What is she talking about?”

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you, I signed a contract with Hunter earlier. I’m making a comeback tonight and Demitra is going to be starting next week.” Demitra and I both smile at each other. Although it was never my intention to even come back in the first place; something deep inside of me clicked, especially after Demitra’s attack. I knew that it was time for me to swallow my pride, and start over. Who knows? Maybe this will turn out to be a good thing after all.

After a match between John Morrison and The Miz, it was time for Maryse vs. Eve Torres. Demitra and I watched from backstage, not saying a word as Maryse made her way to the ring. Throughout the whole match, all I could do was wait. Wait for that one knock for the staff to say they were ready for me. Everything seemed to be coming a lot faster. My heart started to race as I finally witness Maryse finish Eve with her French kiss finisher. Then goes the knock at the door. A staff member takes me out of the locker room and leads me to the curtain. I hear the victory bell as well as her theme song, blasting away. I look at the staff member as he counts down from three with his fingers. He hits two and I feel like vomiting as the crowd becomes quiet. One, I start to black out. Who knows what will happen now. He opens the curtain as I keep my focus. ‘Do this for Demitra, and for dad.’ Was all I could think. I run down then stage as my adrenaline gets higher and higher the closer I get to the ring. Once I finally slide into the ring, I pounce on top of Maryse as both hands grab her hair in tight fists and slam her head onto the white canvas over and over again. The crowd gets louder as I stand her up and kick her to where the top of my foot connected with her chin. As she fell backwards onto the canvas, she rolled out of the ring. She kept her eyes locked on me as she backed away. Then out of nowhere, Demitra attacks her from behind and pulls her by the hair back to the ring. Demitra then slid into the ring and held Maryse down near a turnbuckle and tells me to climb up. I haven’t done this finisher in years, and it was very risky for me to do it now. But before I knew it, I was already at the very top. I take a look at the crowd and smile as they are cheering and loving every minute of this. As I make my jump, I close my eyes, I feel as if I’m flying, like I’m free. Once I landed, my eyes opened and I quickly get up. Demitra has already grabbed a microphone and hands it to me as the crowd turns quiet, waiting for what I have to say. I kneel down next to Maryse and smirk. “Oh Maryse, you’re so stupid for not seeing this coming. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice about messing with me or my cousin ever again. And believe me, there will be a next time. We are nowhere near finished with you. This isn’t over by a longshot bitch!” I throw the microphone next to her stomach and stand next to Demitra, raising her hand up in victory. The crowd goes insane as my old entrance song Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson began to play. The crowd gets louder as they begin to chant my name. I then pick back up the microphone and raise Demitra’s hand again as I begin to get the crowd chanting her name as well. Demitra and I then make our way back to the stage and touch the hands of fans that were near us. Once we reached the stage, Demitra and I held hand in hand and raised them together, making the crowd go wild one last time.

Demitra and I finally reach backstage to the locker room and she takes back her spot on the couch, placing the ice pack back on her head.

“Demitra, you should’ve stayed here. You’re not clear for action until next week.”

“I know, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Besides, I only hit her one time. Just wait until next week.” She smirked.

Just then, somebody knocked at the door. “Who is it?” Demitra called out.

“It’s me.” The person said from the other side. Only, I knew that voice anywhere. I was in shock that he even bothered to come.