I lifted Randy on my shoulders for the AA. After dropping him I got down for the count. 1...2...3! What?
The storyline didn't go like that? He was supposed to kick out on two. Slowly getting up, I took a look of Randy. He was laying motionlessly. Taking a better look, I could see his stomach was not moving, meaning he was not breathing. Knowing that I couldn't go check on him because of the fans, I slowly got out of the ring. Walking up the ramp, I saw meds running towards the ring. As I got backstage I saw the whole locker room around the big flat tv. I got closer and saw that Randy was on a stretcher and he was put into an ambulance.
''What's going on?'' I asked, worried as hell.
'' The AA went terribly wrong...'' Dean Ambrose answered from behind me.
Oh my god... Before the match Randy told me that something was wrong with his back and neck and told me to take it easy. I got carried away...
*Randy*
John lifted me on his shoulders. No! I can't land from this!
''John no.'' I tried to mumble without the fans noticing. As I dropped to the floor I felt a shot of pain hit my neck. Soon the pain gotthe best of me and my eyes slowly started to close...
*A/N*
Sorry for the shortness...