This had gone from being screwed to being fucked. The Aces & Eights had complete dominance over the locker room: the vets and the top wrestlers were taken out, the younger wrestlers were looking over their shoulders, and the rest were too scared to fight back. Now they were looking to take control of the company. You may think 'That's impossible!' or 'That will never happen.' But if you threaten the children of TNA President Dixie Carter, it might just work.
"Dixie," Bully Ray, President of Aces & Eights said, "if you don't give us control of TNA, your children will pay the price for your mistake."
My mom, Dixie Carter, and my dad, Serge Carter, were standing on the stage about thirty feet away from the ring. Mom was shouting at Bully, while dad looked like he was ready to kill Aces & Eights. As for me, I was backed into a turnbuckle, shielding Tamara and Davy, my younger siblings. DOC and Mr. Anderson were blocking any chances of our escape. The rest of Aces & Eights were looking around, looking at us, or mocking my parents. The crowd was booing so loudly that I couldn't hear myself think. Both Davy and Tamara were hugging my waist, trying to wake up from this nightmare. I sank to my knees so they could be closer to me. Davy was crying and Tamara was shaking uncontrollably. I held them close to me. There was no way in hell the Aces & Eights were laying their hands on my siblings.
"Look at them! Look at your children, Dixie!" Bully shouted, motioning toward us. "Do you want them to pay for your sins?!"
Aces & Eights cleared a path of sight so I could see my parents. Dad had his arms around Mom's shoulders. Mom was on the verge of losing control of her emotions, and Dad was trying to stay strong. My mom was looking at me. I could see tears in her eyes. I bowed my head to look at Davy and Tamara. They were clinging to me for dear life. I kissed the top of their heads, and looked back up at Mom. I shook my head "no". Mom bowed her head, and sobbed in Dad's chest.
"I see." Bully said. "I thought you would take the easy way out, Dixie. But like all women, you have to be so god damn stubborn. What happens next is on your hands."
Bully turned and looked at me. "Bring the oldest." DOC and Anderson turned toward me. "Davy, Tamara, I love you." I said before they pulled me away from my siblings. Garrett Bischoff and Wes Brisco grabbed Davy and Tamara. "No! Get your hands off of them!" I snarled. I began to struggle against my captors, trying to get to Wes and Garrett. I sank to my knees as Doc punched me in my stomach and Anderson punched me in my jaw. I laid out on the mat, spots of black danced across my vision. "Sissy!" Davy screamed. Tamara started sobbing. I tried to crawl toward them, but someone kicked me in my ribs. I laid on my back; Bully was standing over me. He smirked at me, then put on of his boots on my throat. I clawed at his ankle and tried to kick out, only to have the pressure increase. "Zoey!" Tamara screamed. I could barely breathe. My vision began to blur. I was on the verge of passing out when Bully released his hold on my throat. I curled into a ball. My breathing was shallow and my head pounded from lack of oxygen. I got to my hands and knees when Bully grabbed me by my hair.
"Look at her, Dixie! Look at your oldest child!" Bully shouted. Mom glanced at me, only to cry harder. Bully looked at me. "Do you have anything to say to mommy and daddy?" Bully held the mic in my face. "Yea: fuck you, Bully." My response earned me a slap across my face. I laid out on the mat. I started to stir when I was grabbed by DOC and Anderson. They held me by my arms as Knux and Devon attacked me. Knux punched me in my stomach and Devon slapped me across my face. I sank to my knees only to be pulled up by DOC and Anderson. Bully was standing a few feet in front of me. He was holding the infamous ball peen hammer.
"Your oldest is a fighter, Dixie." Bully stated. "I hope of your sake your other children aren't the same."
With that, Bully dropped the mic. "Hold her hands behind her back." Anderson released his hold and DOC moved behind me. He tightened his grip on my upper arms. Bully stepped in front of me, holding the ball peen hammer up. I kicked and fought against DOC's grip, trying desperately to get out. Anderson punched me in my jaw, causing me to almost fall out of DOC's grip. DOC forcefully pulled me back up. Bully swung the hammer at my left leg. I screamed in pain. It felt as if I had been shot. I tried to sink to the mat, but DOC held me tight.
"Awe. What's wrong, Zoey?" Bully asked with full sarcasm. "Does it hurt?"
I spat in his face. That stunned my parents, Davy and Tamara, the audience, even Aces & and Eights. Bully stared at me. He slapped me, knocking my head to the side. Black spots blurred my vision. Bully grabbed me by my hair. "You just bit off a hell lot more than you can chew, Zoey Carter." He let go and my head sunk down. Anderson held my head up as Bully took his aim. He was swinging at my temple when Slay Me sounded through the arena. Sting, Kurt Angle, Samoa Joe, Magnus, Jeff Hardy, James Storm, Gunner, Abyss, and Chris Sabin came running out ready to go to war. Aces & Eights bolted out of the ring and retreated. I fell to the canvas while holding my left leg. Oh God it hurt so bad that I wanted to scream but I nothing would come out. Davy and Tamara ran toward me.
"Sissy!" Davy and Tamara sobbed, falling at my side.
"I'm okay guys." I lied.
"You're not okay, sissy. You're hurt." Davy sniffed.
Sabin, Sting, Magnus, Kurt, and Jeff crouched beside me while the others kept their eyes on Aces & Eights.
"Jeff, Magnus: get Davy and Tamara out of here." I ordered.
"But sissy," Davy cried, "we can't leave you. We have to take care of your leg."
"Davy, I need you to go with Jeff and Magnus. I'm sorry sweetie."
Jeff took a sobbing Tamara and Magnus took a screaming Davy. It broke my heart that my siblings were shaken and scarred.
"Sting, go to my parents. Do what you need to do." Sting nodded his head and left quickly.
"Those bastards." Kurt hissed. "When I get my hands on them, they'll pay dearly."
"Kurt, now is not the time to plan revenge." Chris said. "Zoey's hurt and needs medical attention."
"You're right." Kurt said.
"Kurt, go get Hogan." I said. "He's gonna want to know what happened."
"But what about you-"
"I'll be fine! Just go!" I snapped.
Kurt left briskly, mad that I snapped at him. I'll have to apologize later.
"What do you want us to do?" I looked up. Abyss, Joe, Storm, and Gunner were standing in front of me, waiting for any orders.
"Abyss, Joe: go find Hardy and Magnus. Make sure my siblings are okay, and guard them with your lives."
"Yes ma'am." They said in unison, and left.
"Storm, Gunner: stay here. When the medics roll me out, clear a path in the back. No doubt everybody will be concerned for me."
"Roger." Gunner grunted, and Storm nodded in rely.
"What do you want me to do?" Sabin asked.
"Stay here with me." I whispered.
Chris rearranged me so that he was sitting in a corner and my upper body was leaning against his chest. Pain shot through my leg. I cried out as Sabin held me. I was in so much pain that tears started pooling out of my eyes. Chris did his best to comfort me, hugging me and kissing my forehead. Storm and Gunner fanned out in the ring, making sure that Aces & Eights didn't come back to finish their attack.
The medics came shortly after. Some got in the ring while the others went back to get the gurney. One of the medics did a short evaluation of my leg, pressing down on it till I screamed out in pain.
"Miss Carter, can you describe to me how your leg felt after the attack?"
What the hell?! Weren't you watching in the back on one of the monitors? "It felt as if I had been shot. Why?"
"We can't confirm it yet, but we believe your ACL is torn."
"Oh God." I sobbed.
The medics that left came back, and with Chris's help, I laid down on the gurney. They had to elevate my leg because the pain was unbearable when straightened out. Storm and Gunner walked ahead of us, and Chris walked beside me, holding my hand for assurance that everything would be alright.
Everybody and their momma was in the hallway as we moved to the ambulance. Even AJ Styles was concerned. Mom, Dad, Davy, Tamara, Sting, Kurt, Magnus, Jeff, Joe, and Abyss were waiting near the ambulance as I was being loaded in.
"Are you gonna be okay, sissy?" Davy sniffed.
"Don't worry about me, Davy." I said. "You help Dad take care of Mom and Tamara."
"Okay."
"Serge, take Davy and Tamara and follow the ambulance to the hospital. Sabin, ride with Zoey. I'll hurry as fast as I can." Mom ordered.
Everyone did as they were told. Dad, Davy, and Tamara rushed to the car, Chris jumped in the ambulance with me, and mom walked back into the arena. Sting, Kurt, Magnus, Jeff, Joe, and Abyss followed mom closely.
"What happens now?" I wondered out loud.
"Get you to a hospital." Chris answered.
I smiled weakly. Chris clasped his hand in mine and gave it a small squeeze. He leaned forward kissed my forehead.
"Don't worry Zoey. Somehow, someway, everything will be okay."
Chris was right. Somehow everything will be okay. But at this moment in time, everything was chaotic. Nothing would be okay for a long time. This was just the beginning of a crazy roller coaster ride with no end in sight.