Becky needed to get to Dean. That idiot Jericho had taken it too far. A fucking straightjacket? Really? She sped through the halls, pushing production people over as she did so. She knew this would be tough on Dean, with his history and being retrained like that… this wasn't gonna be good at all.
She burst into gorilla and was almost out the curtains when she felt an arm pull her back. She reared back and was about to punch their lights out without looking, but saw Natalya holding her arm. She gave her a warning look, "I know, but if you go out there you might get fired."
Becky tried to pull her arm out, but Natalya held on tight. Becky finally gave up and just waited anxiously for Dean to come back through the curtain. When he finally did, Becky could tell by his stare that he was gone. His eyes were glazed and half lidded. His shoulders were hunched over and his legs were wobbly. If Jericho wanted to get in his head, he'd succeeded.
She shoved the staff members off of him with more force than probably necessary and wrapped her arms around his waist and led him over to a seat nearby. She could hear him murmuring things, but it was so low that she couldn't exactly make out what he was saying. She thought she heard the word 'help' and it just spurred her on in her ferocity to get the damn thing off of him.
She worked on the straps on the back and tried to loosen them, but was not having much success. Dean was rocking back and forth with his head low. Becky knew she was running out of time to get this off of him before it made everything worse. Finally she got the strap undone and quickly moved her friend's arms back to their usual position. She basically ripped the jacket off of him and threw it behind her.
She crouched in front of Dean and cupped his face in her hands, "Dean, c'mon stay with me here. You aren't back there. You're with me, you're okay."
She saw his eyes look right through her like she wasn't even there, his lips still moving silently. She slapped Dean's cheeks lightly, trying to bring him around. She tried calling out to him a few more times, but was interrupted by a voice from behind her.
"Well, looks like someone got what they've always had coming to 'em. Can't wait to see how this affects your match tomorrow."
Becky whirled around, putting her arms out to protect Dean. Dean was important. She came face to face with a smirking Stephanie McMahon. She looked between Becky and Dean, smirking. "He's a lost cause, Becky. I don't know why you're slumming it with him."
Becky felt her blood boil and she glared, "You're wrong about two things there Stephanie." She watched her boss squint at her, "One, I'm not slumming it. And two, Dean isn't working tomorrow or the rest of this week."
Stephanie actually looked taken aback, "I'm his boss, and yours. He'll work when I tell him to. And so will you."
Becky got right in her face, "He's going home with me and resting. When he is fit to work again, he'll work. Until then, you can deal with it."
Stephanie glared at her, "I could fire you."
Becky smirked, "But you won't. It'd look bad if you let go one of your top female draws, and if she happened to mention something about unsafe working conditions, that'd be a lot of bad press."
Becky knew she had Steph over a barrel there, but Stephanie wouldn't go down easy. "Okay then, I'll just fine you."
Becky knew she had won. She smirked and shrugged, "That fine by me." She laughed in her mind at her pun, but turned around and gently lifted Dean's arm around her shoulders and hoisted him up. He needed to get in a car with her and spend some time down in Orlando at her place. She'd help get him in the right of mind again. It'd just take time.
She basically carried him towards the door, everyone moving out of their way. But before she could get him too far, Stephanie had to try to get the last word in. "You know, if you want to succeed in this business. He isn't someone you should be getting close to. He's a loser, someone who will drag your career down. All these sacrifices that you are making, even losing money for him. You're making a big mistake."
Becky stopped in her tracks. She could feel all the other wrestlers in gorilla holding their breaths at what Stephanie just said. Becky turned her head and looked at her. She could see the malice that the woman had for Dean, and she could see that she was beginning to feel the same way about Becky. "He's worth every penny and more. So you can go screw yourself."
She heard some muttering from the other wrestlers gathered and knew she'd pay an even higher price for their being an audience when she told off her boss, but she could care less. Dean needed to get out of here. They needed to get to her house where she could really take care of him.
He'd be mad that she got in trouble for him, but he'd do the same for her. At the end of the day, as long as they were both okay, and that they still had one another, Stephanie could take every damn dollar Becky had.
