Considering my writing style, this is risky. But if there is one thing I've learned in my life, it's that life without risk is stoic.
The incident
My P.O.V.
She had said that she would be here by now. I've known Miss Saraya-Jade Bevis since she first wrestled in America, back in March of 2011. As an MMA fighter, I don't really watch much pro wrestling. But I got to meet her when I worked security at the event, for some extra cash. She's been a friend since I met her, and for as long as I've known her, she's never been late. She is no where to be found, and the more I stand here, the more I know something is wrong. Finally, thinking about her has yielded a result. My phone rings, and it's none other than Saraya herself. I answer the phone. "Paige," I say, using her ring name, "Where are you, I've been waiting for hours."
"Griffin, a man just broke into my motel room! He's trying to rape me!" I hear a bang in the background. "Please, get here quickly!" She's crying form fear.
I don't answer, I just hang up the phone, and run onto my motorcycle. Remembering where her motel is, I get there as quickly as possible. I quickly find her car, and the door looks a bit damaged. I park up, next to her car, get off, and run into the room. Paige has her arms tied up to the bedpost, a gag in her mouth, and she has no clothes on. The man is feet away from her, he has a knife on the bed, and is about to unzip his pants.
"Step away from the girl, you son of a bitch!" I boldly yell. He looks at me, then quickly grabs the knife. "Don't be stupid dude." I tell him.
"Leave bro. Heroes tend to get killed."
"I know her, and I'm not just gonna let you do this to her."
"I know her too. She the WWE Divas Champion, I'm a big fan. And I want to be her first time."
"Well she doesn't want you, so you best back away."
"You're not really smart, giving orders to a guy with a knife, are ya."
"You won't have that knife for long."
"You know what, I've had enough of you."
He goes to stab me, I move out of the way, grab his wrist and bicep, and drive my knee into his elbow, breaking it, making him drop the knife. He screams in pain, and falls to the floor. I punch him in the face, and knock him unconscious. I then take the knife, and cut the ropes binding Paige's arms to the bedposts. I take the gag out of her mouth. Finally, someone from another of the rooms comes to the scene, and I tell them to call the cops.
I look her in the eyes. "Are you okay?" She shakes her head no, and then wraps her arms around my neck, and cries into my shoulder. "Shhh... It's over now." I tell her. I hold her at least ten minutes, comforting her, and keeping her calm. I let her get dressed, while I wait for the cops. She said to promise her I wouldn't leave her side, and I told her that I'll be with her through this whole thing.
I'll wrap this short, and sad, story up in the next chapter.