Seth punched Demi in the face, and the audience cheered. He had them where he wanted. He was their hero this evening while she was the villain. She stood dazed on the second rope. He slid down from the turnbuckle, in between her legs, lifted her up and slammed her down in a powerbomb. Her head bounced off the mat in a weird way. He went for the pin, and to his surprise she didn't kick out. The referee had no other choice than to count to three.
"Here is your winner: Seth Rollins!" JoJo announced.
This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to go at it for five more minutes. They had several spots planned. He hadn't even done his suplex and falcon arrow yet. They were supposed to end with a turnbuckle powerbomb and a stomp. He watched as the referee was right next to her, trying to make her squeeze his hand, but she didn't.
"Are you alright?" The referee asked.
"I can't move," she sounded scared. "I can't feel my body."
The referee stood up and crossed his arms above his head.
"I need some help here!" He yelled.
Seth left the ring, but he stayed next to it, watching as they tried making her body respond. She ended up being carried out on a stretcher. He followed behind, feeling scared and guilty. He had looked forward to this match.
He had everything planned. Fight the cappuccino brunette with the beautiful amber eyes, then ask her out for either coffee or dinner with the excuse of talking about their match, when really it would be a date. Their first date of many. The architect had everything planned, and now the walls came crashing down. He had hurt her. Bad. For all he knew, she could be paralyzed for the rest of her life.
"Roman!" He leaned into his friend.
Of course Roman had been there, ready to comfort Seth. Roman had seen the match and the botched move, and he had run to the gorilla position to be ready.
"Let's get you to the locker room," Roman said.
"No," Seth moved out of his friend's arms. "I need to see Stephanie or Hunter. I need to know she's alright."
"She's on her way to the hospital. No one knows anything yet. Let's get you showered and changed, and then find someone who knows something," Roman said.
Seth nodded. As always Roman was right. They walked to the locker room where Seth showered and got dressed. He picked up his bag, and together they went to find someone who would know something. Anything at all. They hadn't taken many steps before Stephanie turned a corner and smiled.
"She's alright, Seth," she said.
"She is?" He asked.
"She started moving her fingers in the ambulance, and everything is alright now. Her body was just in shock. They're keeping her over night," she said.
"Thank fuck!" He let out a heavy breath.
"This is not your fault," she said. "Tell him, Roman."
"It's not your fault," Roman smiled at Seth.
"It feels like it," Seth said.
Roman and Stephanie patted a shoulder each, but it didn't make Seth feel any better.
"Why don't you pick her up tomorrow morning?" She asked.
"I can?" Seth had a sparkle of hope in his eyes.
"Of course," she answered. "10 AM. Don't be late."
