Alex Rayne and Leon London watched Krystal Garcia stretch in preparation for her Catfight against Kylie Marker later. The Latina was bent over, touching her toes in a pleated black mini skirt, cropped London Rayne tee, and black boots. Her charges quietly argued behind her, trying their best not to interrupt her warm up routine.
"You say something." Alex hissed.
"No, you say something!" Leon whispered back.
Alex rolled his eyes, "Uh, Krystal?"
"Hmm?" their manager asked, raising her head to see what it was he wanted.
"Are you sure challenging Kylie Marker is a good idea?" Alex asked carefully.
Krystal slowly stood up and turned around, in a way that made Alex and Leon take a step back, closer to one another. "What is that supposed to mean?" Krystal asked before placing her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.
"Well, she did beat you before..." Leon reminded her.
"That was a fluke!" Krystal shouted. She was already in her angry place, complete with wide eyes and bared teeth.
"Of course it was!" Alex agreed, smiling in hopes that it would calm her down. "We just really don't want anymore flukes, especially to some bimbo interviewer." Alex scoffed, disregarding Kylie as someone to be taken seriously.
Krystal laughed to herself and shook her head. All this time, and they still didn't know what she was about. "Tonight isn't about winning, it's about teaching Kylie Marker a lesson." Krystal informed them. "After being forced to compete against an untrained, and reckless interviewer like Kylie, some people found it unfair. An injustice, if you will." the Latina teased, her lips curling into an evil smirk. Though London Rayne were sure they didn't know what she was getting at. "You can hang out back here tonight, boys." Krystal patted Alex's chest condescendingly. "This wont take long."
With that, Krystal squeezed past the duo and slipped out of their dressing room, leaving the tag team champions with confused expressions on their handsome faces.
"The following contest is a Catfight! It will be contested under no disqualification rules, and the only way to win is by throwing your opponent from the ring, and both feet must touch the floor." Justin Roberts announced before Only Love Can Do It hit the speakers. "Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas, Kylie Marker!"
The audience applauded the interviewer as she stepped out on stage. Dressed in an ensemble that consisted of a midriff baring orange baby tee with low rise black shorts and a wide leather belt, sexy yet practical, Kylie made her way down to the ring. Unlike the other instances where she stepped out from behind the scenes and in front of the crowd, she wasn't smiling or high fiving fans this time. Tonight she was all business. Climbing up the steel steps, Kylie stepped over the middle rope and into the ring, where she waited for Krystal.
"And her opponent!" Fans began to boo, already knowing who her opponent was. "From Albuquerque, New Mexico, Krystal Garcia!"
Krystal stomped out on stage, never stopping to hit her usual pose. Instead she marched down the ramp with her intense, brown eyes fixated on Kylie. The issues between the two of them were well documented, and they both knew this wouldn't be much of a match, but a straight up fight.
Krystal ducked under the middle rope, and immediately stomped up to Kylie until they were toe to toe. The referee called for the match to begin as Krystal bumped her chest against the blonde, backing Kylie into the rope. The Latina stared up at the 5'10" interviewer, attempting to intimidate her with her vicious, vicious words. That was easier said than done however, because Kylie retaliated by placing her hands on Krystal's shoulders and shoving the former SmackDown! General Manager onto her butt.
The crowd went crazy for the act of defiance, while Krystal on the other hand, looked up at Kylie with an expression of absolute shock.
Kylie took a step forward and Krystal immediately began to back up, but before the blonde had a chance to follow through with her offense, her attention was drawn to the ramp when the audiences' boos alerted her to the three men making their way to the ring. Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins. The group known as The Shield circled the ring so that the women inside of it were surrounded. Kylie brushed her hair behind her ear nervously. She tried to keep her eyes on all three men at once, which meant they weren't on Krystal.
Kylie focused her gaze on Seth Rollins, who leisurely made his way around the side of the ring closest to her. With her back turned to her opponent, Kylie paid for her rookie mistake when Krystal grabbed two handfuls of the interviewer's hair and tossed her out of the ring like the trash she thought Kylie was. Kylie flipped over the middle rope, hitting the ring apron on the way down, before crashing to the ground, prone at Rollins' boots.
"Here is your winner, Krystal Garcia!"
Krystal's music hit, but before the referee could even find the Latina to raise her hand in victory, she was already on her way up the ramp. Krystal'd already made good on her end of the deal by delivering Kylie to The Shield, now it was up to them to take care of the rest. Which she would enjoy, from a safe distance.
Kylie pulled herself to her knees on the outside and brushed her hair out of her face to see the three Shield members closing in on her. Standing directly in front of her was Roman Reigns. The big man leaned forward so that his dark hair fell around his face, making him look even more intimidating than he already was. "Boo." Reigns smirked. Kylie tried to crab crawl backwards, but she only made it a few inches before bumping into the steel steps. She was surrounded.
As soon as she screamed, Dean Amrose and Seth Rollins grabbed Kylie's arms and pulled her to her feet. Roman Reigns made quick work of the Spanish announce table, throwing the desktop aside and tearing the monitors from their cables.
Jerry Lawler tried to intervene in an act of chivalry, but the Hall of Famer was no match for Reigns, who shoved him back into his chair with excess force, sending him crashing into his broadcast colleagues.
With no one else standing in their way, Rollins and Ambrose hoisted Kylie onto Reigns' shoulders. Kylie tried to fight against his grasp, but Reigns spun around and powerbombed her through the stripped Spanish announce table. Despite her petite body, Reigns drove Kylie through the announce table with so much force that she tore through the desk like a hot knife through butter. Her scream came to an abrupt stop when she hit the floor, having been knocked unconscious by the deplorable assault.
A "Holy shit!" chant immediately broke out, lead by former TNA Knockout, Remy Martin, who was sitting in the front row. It made her proud to see her fellow former Knockout not only take such a nasty bump, but take it like a champ. The camera zoomed in for a close up of the blonde. It almost looked as if she were sleeping peacefully, with her hair fanned around her face and her arms strewn overhead. The camera slowly raised and pulled back to show the three members of The Shield staring down at their victim. In their minds, justice had been served, but their moment of righteousness was about to be interrupted by a Superstar who planned on delivering a little payback of his own...
The crowd roared as Ryback sprinted down the ramp as quickly as the big man could. Rollins alerted his stable mates that the man they'd been feuding with was on his way. For a second they thought he might keep on his path and tear right through the ring like The Hulk, but before Ryback could make his way around the squared circle, the trio jumped the fan barricade and darted into the crowd.
Despite his impressive speed, Ryback hit the brakes before crashing into the barricade. The Shield were already at one of the exits at the top of the stairs, but stopped to see if Ryback would pursue them. When they saw that he wasn't, they stopped to boast over their actions, which Ryback planned to make them pay for, sooner rather than later.
All though Ryback's intentions were valiant, he was still too late. Turning his attention to Kylie, Ryback kneeled next to the blonde, where the referee, a handful of trainers, and Kylie's BFF and Divas Champion, Rachel Jackson, were hovering over her. The big man's presence alone caused the trainers to back up. With surprising delicacy, Ryback slid his arms underneath Kylie's neck and legs, before carefully lifting her into his strong arms. The image was surreal, but Ryback cradled Kylie so that the interviewer's head was resting on his shoulders, and without a word to the others, he carried her to the back.
Rachel was right underneath Ryback, following him to make sure that Kylie was okay. As they made their way up the ramp, the Divas Champion raked her fingernails through her blonde hair and sighed. This was exactly why she'd been apprehensive about Kylie wrestling. And all though she knew she couldn't do anything to The Shield and would have to leave them to Ryback, there was someone she could make pay: Krystal.
And she planned to.